The village was engulfed in flames, and the cries for help from villagers and the screams of children could be heard everywhere.
The fire grew larger and larger, gradually spreading as if it would engulf the entire village.
Standing to the side, Muzan Kibutsugu watched everything unfold with great interest.
He clearly saw that no matter how hard the villagers tried, they could not extinguish the burning flames, and no matter how they fled, they could not leave the village.
These flames were like demonic fire from hell, never to be extinguished; and the village was like a closed cage, forever trapping the people inside.
This bizarre scene struck Muzan as quite novel.
"Interesting. What kind of Blood Demon Art is this? Is it an ability related to space?" Muzan muttered to himself.
Muzan's gaze slowly fell upon the boy he had turned into a demon on a whim.
Even Muzan himself had to admit that the boy's appearance was indeed outstanding, and could be described as beautiful.
Yes, it is beautiful, a rare word used to describe a young boy.
The boy had flowing white hair, and his handsome face was covered with patterns that looked like blooming flowers due to his demonic transformation. These patterns added to his eerie beauty and mystery!
Although the boy had only recently become a ghost, he appeared unusually calm, even ruthless.
His face was expressionless as he ruthlessly killed one villager after another, who were instantly engulfed by the raging flames after they fell.
This performance greatly surprised Muzan, who couldn't help but feel that Ryu had unexpected potential and that he might become a powerful demon in the future.
However, Muzan was not satisfied with Ryuri's actions.
In his view, the villagers in those villages could have been the nourishment for Longli's growth.
But now, they have been burned to ashes by Longli, which is a huge waste.
If Ryuri could consume human flesh and blood like other demons, he would become even more powerful.
However, Muzan did not tell Ryuri his thoughts because he sensed that the boy had his own unique ideas and ways of behaving.
But then Muzan was stunned. He saw faint energy emanating from the bodies of the dead humans who had turned to ashes and drifting towards Ryuri's body, becoming Ryuri's power and being absorbed by him.
Within the scope of Blood Demon Art, can the dead humans be converted into power without being eaten?
A glint of light flashed in Muzan's eyes; he seemed to have unintentionally created a special demon.
However, Long Li did not feel anything unusual in his body, and he maintained a cold attitude throughout the bloody massacre.
He seemed to feel nothing for the killing, silently carrying out his mission.
When the last villager fell in a pool of blood, the entire village had been reduced to ruins.
The fire gradually subsided and eventually disappeared, and the thick purple smoke that had surrounded the entire village also gradually dissipated.
This also signifies that the once vibrant village no longer exists, leaving only ruins and charred remains.
And all of this was because of the appearance of a ghost.
Ryu felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment. He now possessed the power to protect his mother, having killed everyone who had ever harmed them.
But now that his mother is dead, it's all too late. What good would it do for him to gain power?
Suddenly, a figure appeared in his line of sight.
Dressed in a black suit, the tall and slender Muzan Kibutsugu stood under the moonlight, calmly gazing at Ryuri.
His voice, like his expression, was so cold that it sent chills down your spine.
"If you don't know who you'll live for from now on, then from this day forward, work for me."
Long Li was startled and stared blankly at the man in front of him.
A strange feeling welled up inside him, a feeling he had never experienced before!
For some reason, Muzan Kibutsugu was unusually patient today. He wasn't in a hurry or urging anyone, and just stood there quietly, silently watching Ryuri.
In fact, for Muzan Kibutsugu, this kind of thing only requires him to give a simple command or a thought, and he can make the other party unconditionally obey his will.
However, deep in his heart at this moment, he felt a strange longing; he hoped that the boy would willingly come to him.
Longli slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the ruins behind him.
In a daze, he seemed to see his mother standing at the entrance of the village, a gentle smile on her face, waving goodbye to him softly.
"Go, Longli. Leave this place and never come back." His mother's voice seemed to echo in his ears.
A faint smile appeared on Longli's face. He nodded gently to his mother, then strode towards the man in the distance.
His mother died, but on that very day, Longli found a new purpose and meaning in his life.
Let's go.
Kibujutsu Muzan gently pressed down on his hat, a slight smile playing on his lips, before turning and walking into the night.
Long Li followed closely behind the man, his slender figure appearing so small in the darkness.
As for the village behind them, it has now become a ruin. Perhaps someone will discover it after dawn, but everyone will only think that the village was swallowed up by a fire. As for the mother and child who have disappeared in the village, they will not attract anyone's attention.
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"Hurry, move faster!" A hurried voice pierced the night sky, filled with tension and urgency.
"There are lights in the village ahead, it's very likely that ghosts are causing trouble!!" Another voice followed, filled with worry and unease.
"That's the spot the raven just mentioned!"
Several figures darted through the night like ghosts, rushing at an astonishing speed toward the distant flames.
Their steps were brisk and agile, as if they were racing against time.
However, when they finally arrived at their destination, the sight before them made their hearts sink to the bottom.
The once blazing fire had vanished, replaced by devastation and wreckage. The air was thick with the suffocating smell of burning.
"Damn it, it's too late again." One of the men, dressed in a white haori, gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with resentment and anger as he stared intently at the horrific scene before him.
Behind him followed a group of people dressed in black with the word "Extinction" written in large letters on their backs, each with the same expression of grief and indignation on their faces.
A subordinate cautiously stepped forward and said, "Lord Jiyin, we didn't see any trace of a ghost. Could this just be an ordinary fire?"
Yin Ji clenched his fists: "If it were just an ordinary fire, how could there not be a single survivor!"
Just then, a crow suddenly flew down from the sky.
"Northwest! Northwest! There are traces of ghosts in the Northwest!"
Upon hearing the crow's cry, Yin Ji did not hesitate and immediately sped off towards the northwest.
I'm going now!
The Demon Slayer Corps members behind him exchanged glances, and then one of them cautiously asked, "Will Lord Kageki be alright going alone?"
"Don't worry, Lord Hidden Ail has defeated the Lower Moon Wind Pillar. His strength is on a completely different level from ours."
"That's true, my worries were completely unnecessary!"
"Let a few people go help Master Yinji, and the rest of you stay here to see if anyone in the village has survived!"
"Hmm, good idea."
"A person has been found still alive here!!!"
"Quick! Where are the medical personnel?!"