Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Second Sun after the Nation

"Of course not, but it's not the right time to go in now. There's no point in discussing things with others. We have to wait until the owner wakes up before we do anything." Ji Zhuyu appeared from nowhere, snatched the Sun Blade from Tokito Yuichiro's hand, and inserted it directly into the floor, saying with a smile.

"What do you mean? You guys..." Tokito Yuichiro stared blankly at his Nichirin Sword that was inserted into the floor, and asked hesitantly but in an angry tone.

"Shut up! He's awake..." But before he could finish his question, the red-clothed figure who had never fought back warned him in a stern and low voice.

"What's going on!" Before the warning voice had even faded, Youichiro saw a group of figures suddenly flashing around him, and the tragic scene of two people saying something and then having their mouths quickly covered.

"Where did that damn space vampire magic send us again?"

"Quiet!" Ji Guoyanghui looked at the people in front of him with a headache, and noticed that a pufferfish covered its mouth with both hands and was in the mood to nod at him. He couldn't help but have an even bigger headache. He pressed his temple with one hand to warn them to disappear again.

"Hey, calm down and come and watch the show." Ji Zhuyu immediately added after Ji Guoyanghui finished speaking. The level of tacit understanding between the two of them can be said to be seamless.

Afterwards, amidst the confused, angry or silent looks of the crowd, Ji Guoyanghui turned around and opened the door behind him. However, the angle was very good, which gave people a sense of openness while also tightly blocking the people outside the door in the shadows. The main feature was the poor field of vision.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Muzan. Didn't you expect that I would be standing in front of you after 500 years?"

The girl's voice sounded with nostalgia, but the teasing and murderous intent in her words could not be concealed. Along with the other party's unhurried footsteps, it always gave people a sense of calmness in the present, which was just the last accumulation of strength before the countdown ended.

"Jiguo Yanghui, you are not dead? How is that possible!" Muzan was originally wondering what was happening in the outside world while he was resting, but was attracted by the sound of a door being pushed open. He looked up and felt as if the sky had collapsed. Fear flashed in his eyes. As he spoke, a bone whip quickly grew out of his spine and hit towards Jiguo Yanghui.

"Of course it's all thanks to you, otherwise how could I be alive today? You gave me this life, and I have nothing to repay you with, so why not just beat you up, what do you think?"

Ji Guoyanghui looked at the swift and sharp bone whips coming towards him without much expression on his face. He seemed not to know what fear was. He just raised his knife and chopped them off again and again, ignoring the opponent's rebirth and always keeping the distance between himself and those attacks just right.

For a moment, red butterflies and white bones were flying all over the sky, but the girl wielding the knife was not stained with blood. Stepping on the bright butterflies, she walked towards the ghost with a mouth on its arms and thighs, a head full of white hair, and several additional attacking organs. However, in Muzan's eyes, the girl in front of him looked more like a ghost than himself. God knows how determined he was to not shout out.

Breath of Radiance, Three Forms, Wing Pendant of Radiance

A girl in red jumped up from the blood mist, like a judgment from heaven, accompanied by countless bright butterflies, and attacked the demon who was standing below and struggling to resist.

"Heh, you didn't succeed in killing me back then. Where on earth do you get the confidence to think you can kill me in this space today? Or is it because of your current rubbish physical fitness that can't even open the He Dao?"

Muzan jumped quickly and dodged the attack from top to bottom. At this moment, he didn't care about anything anymore. He was the big boss and he couldn't be cowardly. But even so, he still wanted to curse first, trying to make himself dodge less embarrassed, and mocked.

"Of course I have confidence. After all, the world is so big. I don't care where you escape to, but in this space, don't even think about escaping."

Although Jiguo Yanghui felt a little bit sorry that his attack was dodged, he turned around and slashed at the dozen or so attacks coming at him at a faster speed. While dealing with the annoying flies flying around him with ease, he spoke with a very confident smile.

"What a wild idea! Send her away, Naruto. I want to see how the Demon Slayer Corps will survive after you leave and only three pillars are left!"

Muzan didn't react at all at this time. There was already a problem among his employees. Looking at the confident smile on Jiguo Yanghui's face, he shouted excitedly as if he had received some great stimulation. After shouting, he still looked expectant and quietly waited for the person in front of him. The surprised expression disappeared, but the expression he was waiting for did not appear because he could not see his own expression.

"It's really rude to curse others to death, Wuzan." Ji Zhuyu walked to the door while smiling, and completely opened the door that blocked everyone. He even felt that he was not stimulating enough, and spoke meaningfully.

"Why! Mingnu! What are you doing!" No matter how stupid Muzan was, he realized that he was being tricked. His originally excited voice lost some of its fearlessness and was instead filled with panic. While he dodged an attack that almost cut his neck, he also used his mind to check Mingnu's consciousness.

"Muzan, the greatest sin of your life is to make Miss Tamayo cry every time she wakes up in her dreams at midnight!" But this time he did not hear the usual calm female voice, but a male voice full of anger and murderous intent. Before he could do anything, he felt the ground beneath his feet shaking again and again, and then he fell straight down from a height of two or three meters.

"Damn it!" Dust-flying Muzan angrily pulled out the branch that was stuck in his body. After connecting all the information, he understood why there was an open space in this huge forest. It would have been fine if it was just an open space, but the place where he appeared happened to be the point where the only tree in the open space was. It could only be said that everything was calculated. Facing all this, he did not seem to have much ability to resist. He could only look at the people in front of him fiercely to vent his resentment.

"Brother, was there a moon like this in the sky the night you died? If so, take a good look and see if a crimson moon like this can bury everything."