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☆ 93. Gear of Destiny

Gear of Destiny

Tsuji Muzan was attracted by the extremely sweet smell of blood.

As the first ghost in the world, sunlight is his natural enemy. Except on cloudy days with extremely thick clouds and nights where evil spirits are rampant, Oni Wu Tsuji Muzan will hardly go out.

But today, because the smell of blood was so tempting, Muzan Kibutsuji rarely came out of his hiding place in a small village at the foot of a certain mountain.

This smell...could it be that of thin blood? No...it's not like that. There was a glimmer in Kibutsuji Muzan's red eyes, and the air was filled with traces. The smell of blood surrounded the tip of his nose, which was more attractive than the taste of thin blood, like some kind of melted syrup.

Since becoming a ghost, Oniitsuji Mumei has eaten countless humans, but he has never smelled such a smell that makes one's index finger tingle.

He walked out of the forest following the smell of blood. Finally I saw the source of the smell.

A young man wearing a rough navy blue kimono stood on the official road leading to Heian Kyo.

He looked like a lost young samurai, holding an ordinary-looking sword in his right hand.

Onibutsuji Muzan looked into the young man's unstructured red eyes and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Although the smell of blood did come from this boy, Kibutsuji Mumei felt something was wrong in his gut... why would he be this kind of boy?

That soft and sweet smell, the moment it entered Kibutsuji Mumei's olfactory system, what appeared in his mind was the image of a slender beauty, standing under the cherry blossom tree and waving gently to him.

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan suddenly felt a little disappointed.

But he was not such a high-spirited ghost. After a subtle silence, Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan raised his head and smiled at the red-haired human boy:

"Hello."

He slowly raised his head from under the umbrella, elegant and Polite and polite:

"Child, are you lost?"

However, before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

"Pa."

The head fell gently to the ground, and

Kibutsuji Muzan looked at the young man's hanging blade with slanted eyes.

"...Eh?"

Ji Guoyuan raised the knife with one hand and shook his wrist slightly, and a few drops of red blood were thrown to the ground.

"Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, since that ghost can live for so long, it must have some ability to save its life."

In the memory, Lin Tong supported his chin with one hand, smiled and opened his hand, and a lot of... Something weird that Guoyuan had never seen before hit the table.