Demon Slayer: Tanjiro becomes a ghost, Nezuko becomes a pillar!

Chapter 59 Lower Moon Conference

Muzan angrily slammed his hand on a table filled with experimental equipment.

He lowered his head, and the only image that came to his mind was Lower Moon Four slowly burning in Tanjiro's Blood Demon Art.

Muzan, through cellular control, also transmitted the burning sensation of Lower Moon Four to his mind, allowing Lower Moon Four to experience it.

The next second, Muzan's unhealable scars began to feel slightly burning.

This sudden anomaly terrified Muzan, and his extreme anger, coupled with a deep-seated fear, instantly overwhelmed his reason.

He suddenly raised his hand and swept it sharply—

The experimental equipment on the table shattered with a crash, bottles and jars flew everywhere, and the room was a complete mess.

"Stove, door, charcoal, cooking, lad!"

Muzan gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name, word by word.

From Muzan's perspective, a little demon that he transformed into a demon became a new psychological trauma for him.

However, Muzan quickly calmed down.

"Hmph, just a brat, does he really think he's Yoriichi?"

Muzan gave a cold laugh and then looked at Nakime.

Nakime understood immediately, and slowly plucked the strings of her pipa, the sound of which instantly resounded throughout the entire Infinite City.

As the pipa music ended, six dark figures appeared out of thin air, kneeling on the ground in unison. The words "Lower Moon" were engraved in the pupils of each ghost.

Muzan looked down at the demons, his gaze slowly sweeping over them.

The camera finally focused on the white-haired boy in the crowd. The boy was slender, with a sickly gloom in his eyes.

The fifth quarter of the lunar month—tired.

But the next second, all the other lower moons knelt down, trembling slightly.

There are only two exceptions among the Lower Moons: Lower Moon One – Nightmare, and Lower Moon Five – Reckoning.

Lower Moon One did not tremble, but his eyes flashed with a sickly light.

Lei, however, knelt on one knee, remaining very quiet.

"I have a question..."

Muzan spoke, his voice calm and even, yet carrying an overwhelming pressure that could crush everything. His gaze was fixed on the six Lower Moons before him, each word as cold as ice.

"Why is the lower moon so weak right now?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the four lower moons, which were already trembling, shook even more violently, beads of cold sweat sliding down their foreheads, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

The other lower-ranking demons' throats bobbed, about to open their mouths to plead and beg for mercy.

Muzan's cold, emotionless voice rang out, shattering their excuses.

"Don't make such boring excuses."

He walked forward slowly, and with each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

"For thousands of years, the Upper Moon's status has remained unchanged, and it has killed countless demon slayers."

Muzan stopped in his tracks, his gaze sweeping over the trembling demons, his tone filled with chilling killing intent:

"But the lower moon keeps changing... Why is that?"

The room was deathly silent; even breathing was barely audible.

The fervor in Nightmare's eyes intensified, and the corners of her mouth almost turned up in a smile.

Lei remained kneeling quietly with his eyes lowered, but the little bit of obsession he held in his heart about "bonds" was stirred slightly under Muzan's overwhelming pressure.

The other four ghosts, their faces ashen, lay prostrate on the ground in despair, feeling as if the shadow of death had completely enveloped them.

Muzan frowned slightly as he looked at their cowardly appearance, and his tone softened.

"Fine, I can give you one more chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the kneeling Lower Moons all looked up in disbelief, their eyes filled with ecstasy and gratitude, not daring to even breathe.

"Keep your heads down, I don't want to see your faces!"

Muzan cast a disgusted glare at him, his voice chillingly cold.

The ghosts hurriedly bowed their heads, pressing their heads firmly to the ground, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

Almost instantly, six pitch-black tentacles suddenly extended from behind Muzan, their needles, gleaming with cold light, precisely piercing the necks of the six demons.

A surge of extremely violent blood, imbued with Muzan's cold and ruthless aura, flowed into their bodies through the tentacles.

The four ghosts convulsed violently in pain, but they gritted their teeth and dared not utter a sound.

Although Nightmare was also suffering from excruciating pain, a morbid fanaticism burned in his eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Tired, he knelt on one knee, his back taut, his pale face drained of color, only the thin threads at his fingertips trembling slightly from extreme pain, yet he remained eerily still.

Muzan lowered his eyes to look at their painful and contorted appearance, a cruel and satisfied smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his tone calm but filled with killing intent.

"I will give you more blood; do not disappoint my expectations."

He paused. "There's a ghost with sun-shaped earrings, red hair and eyes, and a scar on its forehead who betrayed me. I need you... to kill it!"

The raging blood continued to flow, the Lower Moons' bones cracked and popped, and their internal power surged wildly.

Pain and ecstasy intertwined in the eyes of the six Lower Moon demons.

As the tentacles slowly retracted, the skin at the needle puncture site instantly healed.

Of the six Lower Moon demons, only Lei remained kneeling on one knee, eyes lowered, standing quietly.

The other five ghosts all knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly from the surge of power, their voices filled with fanatical reverence.

"Thank you, Lord Muzan! We will definitely kill that traitor!"

Wu Can glanced at them indifferently, his tone unreadable: "Then go and bring me a surprise."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mingnu immediately began to pluck the strings of her pipa, and the clear, melodious sound resonated throughout the hall.

Aside from exhaustion, the other five Lower Moon figures were instantly enveloped by the sound of the pipa and vanished into the shadows of the Infinite Castle...

"Lord Muzan..."

On the other side...

Midouzi's strength was failing, and the toxins in her body began to spread rapidly.

In addition, this was the first time she had used the Tenth Form, and the exhaustion of her stamina and the spread of the poison made it impossible for Nezuko to get close to her brother.

Brother... you're alright, really... that's so good!

Nezuko reached out to touch Tanjiro, but her eyes, which were gradually losing consciousness, could only see Tanjiro running anxiously towards her.

Then, everything went black and he collapsed.

"Nie beans..."

Tanjiro appeared almost in the blink of an eye to Nezuko's side and caught her as she was about to collapse.

Tanjiro was so frightened by Nezuko's pale face and tightly closed eyes that he didn't know what to do.

"Nie Douzi, Nei Douzi, wake up! Don't sleep! Don't sleep!"

Tanjiro called out again and again, his hands trembling as he didn't know where to put them.

"The toxin is spreading rapidly; it must be suppressed immediately!"

Tamayo rushed over, her gaze falling on the dark bloodstains on Mizuko's wound, her brows furrowed, her tone urgent.

Yushiro immediately took the medicine that Tamayo had prepared and applied it all to Mizuko's wound.

But after the initial chaos, they discovered that the medication could only barely stop the spread of the toxins; it couldn't eradicate them at all.

Tamayo's forehead was beaded with anxious cold sweat, her fingers gripping the medicine bottle tightly, her expression grave.

"This toxin is more potent than I anticipated. My medicine can only provide temporary relief; it can't completely eliminate it."

Tanjiro's heart sank as the image of their earlier struggle flashed through his mind.

His Blood Demon Art flames clearly burned the poisonous threads into ashes when they touched the Lower Moon Six's blood threads!

But he hesitated for a moment, his fingers clenching tightly, filled with lingering fear.

[My flames are so intense, will they hurt Nezuko?]

"Um……"

Mi Douzi suddenly let out a painful groan, his brows furrowed, his face turned almost transparently white, and his breath grew weaker and weaker.

Seeing this, Tanjiro steeled his heart and, without the slightest hesitation, placed his hands firmly on Nezuko's wound, his eyes filled with a resolute determination to gamble everything.

"Blood Demon Art: Explosive Flame!"

(Happy New Year, friends! Take a break tomorrow. Working overtime here on New Year's Day really prevented you from having a proper meal.)

It's my fault as a cook, so let me recover from working overtime first.

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