Chapter 73 : Fate is unfair. The first to sound the alarm was Xuan ...

The first to sound the alarm was the crow .

All the pillars rushed to the headquarters immediately . Tanjiro was still talking to Giyu Tomioka . After sensing something was wrong , the two of them ran to the headquarters like crazy - to be precise , they ran to where the lord was .

" Bang ! — "​

The impact caused by the gunpowder explosion distorted the air , forcing the pillars to stop and raise their hands to cover their heads . The explosion raised gravel and wood chips mixed with gunpowder slag and hit their skin .

The night wind blows .

Zhenren sat on the roof , propped up one leg , and looked down at the courtyard with layers of blood demon magic . He did not look at the pillars who were trapped in blood demon magic near the courtyard , but just stared at Muzan 's face .

A moment later , he jumped off the roof and stood in front of Muzan . At the moment when the Demon King's consciousness was withdrawn , he pressed his left hand on the Demon King's right eye , which had turned completely black - he suspected that it was related to Fujiwara Tomokazu .

This time he did n't use a spell .

Rather : " The field expands - the closed circle suddenly wraps up ! "

A sphere appeared in its place .

At the same time , the cursed spirit arranged in advance ignited the explosives .

There was no fluctuation in the real person's expression . In the domain , he sat upright on a high place , looking down at the two souls that appeared below , his eyes flashing .

Wuzan looked up , but did not see the real person .

" Bang ! — "​

But his eyes were filled with blazing flames .

The " Autistic Circle Wrap " was deployed for only one second to fully explore Fujiwara Tomokazu 's so - called " copying " ability . Although it was not enough to mark Muzan 's soul , it was enough for the real person .

A few miles away , a small attic .

Bo Yezhu , who faintly felt the ground shaking , had his eyes sharpened .

He opened the door to the room where his lord was , and sure enough , he saw the death energy boiling wildly . The patterns on the red umbrella were faintly flashing , and it was obvious that it was trying hard to suppress it .

The medicine prepared by Tamayo had been placed on the cabinet beside the bed . Bo Ye Zhu picked up a potion and quickly stabbed it into the side of the lord 's neck , using his fingers to force the medicine into the body .

After injecting the medicine , he threw the injection into the trash can prepared nearby and stared at his lord 's defeated face .

After the deathly energy calmed down a little , he picked up another potion , changed the location , and chose to inject it into the blood vessels at his wrist .

After the two potions were injected , the tremors on the ground also ended .

His body relaxed slightly , he threw the injection in his hand into the trash can , turned and walked towards the shelf with the red umbrellas .

It was already dark outside . Not a single ray of light could penetrate from the other side of the curtains , but the red umbrella was faintly glowing . Bo Yezhu lowered his eyes and looked at it for a few seconds . Just like before , he picked up the umbrella with one hand and turned to leave .

The door opened and closed with a sound , and the room became quiet again , even breathing was barely audible .

In the inner hall downstairs , all the lights were on , making it as bright as day .

On the altar at the front of the inner hall , everything was ready , except for the shelf in front of the table, which was still empty .

Next to the altar , there was a burning stove with dancing flames , and the temperature in the room was not low .

In early spring , night falls quickly and dawn comes late , which is disadvantageous for the Demon Slayer Corps .​

From dusk to dawn , it is roughly divided into twelve hours .

Bo Yezhu placed the red umbrella on the altar , took a deep breath , his fingertips trembling unconsciously , and looked up at the empty wall in front of him , waiting for the warning of blood .

As the shadow creatures continued to multiply and die , his blood sensitivity would gradually weaken , and his sense of Fujiwara Tomokazu's position would also weaken due to the other party 's crazy replacement .

The distance of three miles was still a bit difficult for him .​

He picked up three long incense sticks , lit them , then stepped back and bowed ten times before carefully inserting the incense sticks into an ancient incense burner .

The pair of orange eyes stared at the long incense stick , and a little incense ash gradually appeared on the head . As time passed , the incense ash gradually increased , but it still maintained a slender column shape and did not fall off .

If he falls ... ... he has to start over again . He only has twelve chances .

However , under Bo Ye Zhu's nervous gaze , the long incense stick only burned less than one twelfth of the ash before it went out .

But the incense ash did not fall .

Bo Yezhu 's eyes sank . It turned out that they were too far away from their home . The probability of success was probably pitifully small .

Without any hesitation , he continued to light the second incense stick . He took the previously extinguished incense stick and threw it into the burning stove next to him , where it was quickly devoured by the flames .

It is still twelve bows .

He frowned and inserted the long incense into the incense burner .

Under the gaze of those orange eyes , the long incense burned for only a few breaths before it went out .

Even the incense ash is pitifully small .

He pulled out the long incense stick and threw it into the fire , repeating the previous action with an expressionless face .

After repeated disappointments , Bo Yezhu touched the empty bamboo tube , sighed , took out the last three long incense sticks , and stared at it for a while . The second hand of the Western clock hanging in the front hall made a subtle sound , which was faintly heard in the inner hall , as if urging him .

He lit three long incense sticks again . This time , he did not insert them into the incense burner as before . Instead , he turned around and walked to the back of the inner hall , walked around the wall , and stood in front of the door leading to the backyard .

The smell of burning incense was something he was most familiar with .

If you are exposed to the night sky , you are exposed to the sight of ghosts .

Once discovered by the Gui army and besieged , the life of the lord upstairs would be in danger .

Bo Ye Zhu was hesitating .​

But now , every minute and every second that the lord spends should not exist .

His life should have ended long ago .

Rather than forcibly keeping it hanging by some abnormal means .

Bo Ye Zhu made up his mind . He turned back , put on his Nichirin Sword , and stood in front of the door again . His blood was boiling and his eyes were already fixed on this mysterious attic .

Two hours had passed since the explosion .

That is - the second hour after the Infinite City opened !

Countless crows fly back and forth among the stacked attics and platforms , but more of them crash into the ever - changing buildings and fall into the invisible abyss .​​

The faint sound of a pipa came from afar , all the way into the deepest compartment of Infinite City .

Between those deep buildings , pairs of eyes flashing with ferocity stared at the humans who kept falling . The smell of flesh and blood made them salivate , but they did not dare to act rashly because of the existence of the Ghost King .

Any human who fell into this cannibal 's lair alone would be left with nothing in less than three seconds . The flesh and blood organs exuded a rich aroma , tempting low - level cannibals to lose their minds - even though these guys did n't have any sense at all .​​

Although everyone knew this day would eventually come , no one expected it to come so suddenly ... and so tragically .​​​​​​

The backyard where the lord was was left with only a burning ruin .

The beautiful and dreamy wisteria forest surrounding the headquarters was burned by the fire . The smell of gasoline still lingered in the air . The fire that was several meters high could not be extinguished by a few buckets of water . They could only watch the fire engulf the wisteria forest . Before they could react , the Infinite City opened .

Most of the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen fell into the Infinite Castle .

The headquarters was suddenly empty and the fire continued to spread . Fortunately , the fire weakened when it approached the headquarters .

The wisteria flowers were almost completely burned , and the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters was completely exposed under the cover of night .

" What is the real one looking for ? ... He 's not here ? "

" How is that possible ? Those two have always been inseparable . "

" Go find Bo Ye Zhu ! You must find him ! "

Tomokazu Fujiwara stood in the wisteria forest where the temperature was still quite high . Sparks were flying everywhere around him , and the flowers that fell on the ground still had their once vibrant colors , half black and half dark purple . His face was gloomy and he had no intention of looking at them at all .

Even if we kill all those members of the Demon Slayer Corps , what 's the point ! If Uroba Nagisa doesn't die , all our efforts will be in vain !

Pus and blood were almost dripping from his dark eyes as he stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar headquarters building .

He had warned Muzan to be careful of Tamayo 's poison a long time ago . Tonight 's development was almost exactly the same as the original , but Tamayo did not appear .

Where did that woman go ?!

Bo Ye Zhu is also missing -

He would rather everything that happened tonight was completely different from what he remembered , rather than having a similar development but losing several key people .​​

Originally, the Demon Slayer Corps was in the open , but they were in the dark . The situation changed instantly . There were too many secrets in Urobe Nagisa . Tamayo must have the medicine to kill Muzan , no , even the medicine to kill him !

Bloody lines like spider webs appeared on his already ugly face , as if the blood was about to burst through the skin and splash out .

" If we kill Ubuyashiki Teriyachi , those guys will definitely be sad . " Fujiwara Tomokazu 's eyes seemed to penetrate countless black shadows and caught the figure of a child giving orders with sweat on his forehead somewhere .​​

" haven't seen you for a long time . "

Just as he was about to leave , a voice with a faint smile suddenly sounded behind him . It was the most familiar voice , the one he had once admired in his distant first life .

Now , he just felt creepy .

Fujiwara Tomoichi turned around . Outside a grove of shabby wisteria trees , the blue- haired curse spirit raised its hand , as if in greeting . " Azhu asked me to keep an eye on you , saying you definitely wouldn't stay in Infinite City and fight them . You 're truly as good at predicting things as I am . "

The stitches on his face were no longer concealed , crisscrossing across his face , yet they did not diminish the beauty of his features in the slightest . Arcs of malice danced in his heterochromatic pupils .

" It 's so unfair . " Fujiwara Tomokazu stared at the face that once frightened him to the extreme , with obvious jealousy in his eyes .

He was clearly the first person to travel through time , so why , why did he always end up in such a miserable state every time he reincarnated ?

He tried every possible way , whether it was hiding quietly or participating in the original work with trepidation , the final outcome was almost the same , he would not live long !

" Unfair ? " the real person asked , his eyes narrowing . " Do you know the difference between you and me ? "

They are all time travelers . When real people first come to this world , they are in a completely transparent state . It won't take long for humans to go crazy when they suddenly enter this environment where they are ignored by the whole world .

Moreover , there was no curse in the original world .​

Loneliness , solitude , hunger , countless negative emotions , and an uncertain future have turned Zhenren from a human being into a cursed spirit . Only a few remaining memories can support his spirit .​​​​​​

Apart from his identity as a special-grade cursed spirit , he can be said to have nothing .

Fujiwara Tomokazu , who traveled to this place , was loved by his uncle , came from a large family , had no worries about food and clothing , lived a wealthy life , and had a good relationship with Usuga Nagisa . Later, he even joined the Demon Slayer Corps without much effort .

He looked at everyone arrogantly , relying on his knowledge of the original plot .

As expected, these guys are just paper people , and you can tell what they are thinking at once - Fujiwara Tomokazu thought .

I really do n’t want to die like this — the real person stared at the sun and muttered to himself .