Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

"What's going on... where is this...!?"

Suddenly appearing in a strange and weird enclosed space, the five new Lower Moon Demons all looked around in doubt.

Unlike the Upper Moon Demons who had served as Upper Moon Demons for hundreds of years and often went in and out of the Infinite City, the Lower Moon Demons of this generation had never been here, except for the favored Lei, because the Lower Moon Demon Month changed too frequently.

"Is it the blood demon art of that woman...? The space seems to be distorted with the position of that woman as the axis!"

The Lower Moon Demon with four buns on the back of his head and his hair gradually turning orange looked up at Mingnv, who was sitting in the attic with a four-stringed pipa in her arms, and expressed his guess.

The two big characters "Xia Si" were clearly engraved on his left eyeball.

The space of the entire Infinite City is centered on Mingnv, as if distorted, with no clear distinction between up, down, left, and right, and the terrain is extremely complicated.

Coming to this place for the first time, the lower-rank demons didn't know what it meant, and just wandered around curiously.

However, this embarrassing reaction made Muzan, who was already unhappy with them, even more impatient. 22

Ding~~

The sound of the strings rang out, and the originally scattered lower-rank demons were instantly moved to a wooden platform.

"Moved! Blood Demon Art again!?"

This way of moving without any signs made them even more panicked.

As one of the twelve demon moons, although they knew they were not as good as the upper-rank demons, they also thought they had some strength.

Now they can only be manipulated by others, and they can't even resist, let alone realize what's going on. They only know that all this is related to the sound of the pipa.

This means that if the other party wants, they can throw them under the sun in an instant.

Of course, all this is just their imagination.

If Naruto was really that strong, she would have been Upper Rank One long ago, and there would be no need for her to wait until Akaza died before being forcibly promoted by Muzan.

In fact, Naruto's blood demon art was just to manipulate the Infinite City in another dimension at will, and the interference to the outside world was actually very weak.

At most, it could open the door to the Infinite City in another dimension at a location that could be seen.

The reason why she was able to pull the Twelve Demon Moons into the Infinite City in an instant was all thanks to Muzan's ability, which allowed her to confirm the location of each demon and pull them in easily.

However, as Lower Rank demons, they naturally had no way of knowing about this.

The next second, as if a flash bomb lit up in the middle of the night, an overwhelming sense of presence, time took away all their attention.

All the Lower Rank demons looked up in the same direction.

A woman in a black kimono was standing high up, looking down at them with a cold expression.

The look in her eyes was like she was looking at some insignificant ant.

The woman's faceThe appearance is as delicate as a doll, and the scarlet vertical pupils emit a strange red light. Although she is petite, she has an indescribable majesty, as if she is a creature of a higher level than all of them.

"Kneel down and bow down to me."

The woman spoke, but it was a deep male voice.

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.

The dull sound of the knees touching the floor was continuous.

The moment the cold and unchanging tone sounded, it was as if the words were spoken and followed by the spirit. The ghosts who had not yet ascended the lower string began to think, but their bodies took action first.

Kneeling in front of the other party in the traditional apology posture of the island country.

At this moment, there is no need to say more, they still understand the identity of the woman in front of them.

It is their master, who has lived for thousands of years, the first ghost, the ancestor of all ghosts, the ghost king——

Muzan Kibutsuji!

Looking at the lower-string demons kneeling in front of him, with their own thoughts and thoughts, Muzan's pretty phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, appearing even narrower and longer.

His eyes are cold, his blood is cold, and his heart is cold!

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, and at this moment Muzan only felt that they were noisy.

Why is it that such an excellent person who is so similar to me is exhausted to death, while you bunch of trash are still alive and well?

From the beginning, bringing these lower-string demons here was just to vent the anger in my heart. (To read the violent novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

Just like some people will vent their emotions by destroying something when they are angry.

The role of these lower-string demons is just a punching bag.

In the final analysis, although they became lower-string demons because of their own efforts.

But for Muzan, the lower-rank demons are not much different from ordinary demons. They are just toys that can be made at will.

Only the upper-rank demons can make him pay a little attention.

Seeing their ugly appearance before death, listening to their screams when they die, and feeling their fear of themselves in their hearts will make Muzan feel a little better.

He found a few excuses at random and killed four lower-rank demons in order from large to small, and experienced the joy of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The real demon pillar Muzan looked at the last and strongest lower-rank demon.

Black shoulder-length hair, the ends of the hair gradually turned orange-red, and there were two braids with green ends at the back 500cm.

He was not wearing traditional island costumes, but a black suit, and the word "next" was engraved in his light green left eye.

It was the current lower-rank one, Nightmare.

Unlike the previous four ghosts who either begged for mercy, cried loudly in fear, tried to escape, or even prayed for more blessings.

This ghost, who looked delicate and even a little confused about the gender, was very calm from beginning to end.

There was no fear, norComplaining, he just calmly accepted his fate, and seemed to be content with all the arrangements made by Muzan.

"Anything else you want to say in the end?" Muzan asked perfunctorily.

He didn't really want to know how the other party would defend himself, he was just doing his routine, and the subtext was nothing more than leaving a last word.

"Yes, I feel like I'm dreaming now..."

"Being able to do it yourself and hear the cries of other ghosts before they die is enough to make me happy..."

"I'm so happy!" Nightmare clasped his hands together, with a mysterious blush on his cheeks.

"What I like most is to see the misfortune and pain of others, I like it so much that I want to see it in my dreams. I am really grateful that you can leave me to the end!"