Chapter 143: Lord Douma, Are You Pretending to Be Your Mother?
He had already noticed it.
When Ren had treated his injuries just now, Uzui Tengen had never encountered a method like that before.
That wasn't how a doctor treated an illness, was it?
Uzui Tengen wasn't stupid. He quickly figured it out.
What Ren had used just now was actually Blood Demon Art!
Only demons could use Blood Demon Arts, yet Ren had no problem standing beneath the sunlight.
So, for a moment, Uzui Tengen couldn't understand what had happened.
However, one thing was beyond doubt—
Ren had saved his life.
Therefore, Uzui Tengen didn't want Ren to get into trouble. They would have to discuss this matter properly later.
Hinatsuru and the other two naturally understood what Uzui Tengen meant.
They immediately nodded in agreement, making their position and attitude clear.
Hinatsuru asked,
"Then, Lord Tengen, where should we go next?"
By now, morning had arrived in the Entertainment District, and pedestrians were beginning to appear on the streets.
If they didn't leave soon, they might become the center of attention and perhaps even be unable to leave.
Uzui Tengen said,
"Hinatsuru's house. We'll rest there for a while before leaving."
...
"Reporting!"
At Gyokko's residence, Douma slowly raised his head from his meditation in the bedroom.
Standing before him was one of the little demons he had brought with him earlier.
The little demon looked panicked and stammered,
"Lord Douma, something terrible has happened!"
Douma narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Oh? What terrible thing happened?"
The little demon didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked cautiously,
"Lord Douma, you won't get angry, will you?"
Douma revealed a sweet smile.
"How could I? Go ahead and tell me."
Hearing that, the little demon finally relaxed.
"Lord Hantengu has been defeated!"
Upon hearing this, Douma wore an expression that seemed to say, As expected.
"Ah... I never thought my final meeting with Lord Hantengu would be our farewell. What a pity."
"What's there to be angry about? I thought it was something serious."
Seeing how calm Douma was, the little demon's suspended heart relaxed slightly.
"Also, Lord Gyutaro died in battle."
"Ah, what a shame. I was the one who brought him in."
Douma forced a sorrowful expression onto his face and asked,
"Then, did Lady Daki also die in battle?"
"Uh..."
The little demon choked back his words.
"Well... Lady Daki's cause of death is a little strange..."
Douma froze.
"Strange?"
The little demon hesitated.
"It might not pass an inspection..."
"Oh, my heavens!"
Douma suddenly began to "cry" sorrowfully.
"I knew that girl had always worked so hard. She worked so hard, yet she still died. What a pity... Sob, sob, sob!"
The little demon thought about it.
It seemed to make sense.
After all, Lady Daki really had died in "battle"...
And then—
Seeing Lord Douma crying so sadly, the little demon couldn't help being moved.
He sighed inwardly.
Lord Douma really is the most emotional of the Twelve Kizuki! Look how hard he's crying!
That damned Ren actually said Lord Douma was pretending and even badmouthed him behind his back. I knew he was just talking nonsense!
Remembering how timidly he had spoken earlier, the little demon felt that he had made a mistake.
He had clearly wronged Lord Douma!
So the little demon continued,
"Lord Douma, actually, there's something else I haven't told you."
Douma wiped away his tears.
"Tell me."
The little demon said,
"Lady Daki once said that she would bring women to Lord Douma. But now that she's dead, those women have disappeared too."
"Continue."
The little demon continued,
"It's already daylight outside, so the Master might be hungry today."
"Continue."
The little demon said,
"After Lord Hantengu and Lady Daki died, they failed to capture Ren, so Ren may have already escaped."
Douma rested his chin on his hand.
"Is that really what happened? Is that so? They felt guilty for failing to capture Ren, so they committed suicide..."
The little demon shook his head.
"No. They were—"
Before he could finish, Douma suddenly appeared directly in front of him.
At that moment, a gentle hand rested on his shoulder.
The little demon turned his head.
Douma was staring at him with an icy expression.
The little demon froze.
"Lord Douma, didn't you say you weren't angry?"
Crack!
In an instant, tremendous force crushed the little demon's shoulder.
His arm was squeezed apart by Douma like a water-filled balloon!
Within the shadows, Douma's eyes glimmered with a dark and dangerous light.
"What? Do you understand my friends better than I do?"
As he spoke, Douma gently squeezed the little demon's other arm, applying a little pressure.
"It's fine. Speak freely."
"Are you mocking me for not understanding what my friends are thinking?"
The little demon's face turned deathly pale.
He didn't dare breathe too loudly.
At this moment, his fear had surpassed his pain.
He didn't even dare scream.
This also proved Ren's old saying—
Under certain conditions, demons could become insensitive to pain...
The little demon didn't dare delay any longer.
Seeing Douma show signs of becoming even more violent, he hurriedly said,
"No! No!"
Douma smiled.
"Then tell me. Am I a close friend of Lord Hantengu and Lord Gyutaro?"
The little demon nodded rapidly like a pecking chick.
"Yes! Yes!"
Douma smiled.
"I forgive you. Tell me, do you have any other news?"
The little demon hesitated.
He had just escaped death.
He wasn't sure whether he should say what he was about to say.
At the same time, he had already begun regarding Ren as a prophet in his heart.
Lord Douma really is impossible to understand.
As it turns out, every single thing Ren said was correct!
Inside the bedroom, Douma smiled as he gently lifted the little demon's chin.
"Speak. Why aren't you saying anything? Am I really that frightening?"
Looking at Douma's smiling face, the little demon could only summon his courage and say,
"There's nothing left. Truly, there's nothing left, my lord."
Originally, the little demon had intended to report Ren for speaking badly about his master behind his back.
But now he regretted it.
Because everything Ren had said was true.
And the truth was difficult to speak...
But Douma had no intention of letting him go.
He grabbed the little demon by the neck and asked,
"You're hiding something about Ren from me, aren't you?"
Cold sweat immediately broke out across the little demon's body.
"I wouldn't dare!"
Crack!
His other arm was crushed as well!
The little demon's voice became hoarse. With his neck being squeezed, he could barely breathe.
At the critical moment between life and death, he still managed to repeat the words Ren had said earlier.
"Ren said, 'Lord Douma, what exactly are you pretending to be?'"
Crack!
The little demon's head was instantly crushed.
Douma's expression turned grim.
"Nonsense!"
With the wrath of an Upper Rank Two, most of the demons in the Entertainment District had already died.
Yesterday, three Upper Ranks had gathered in the Entertainment District, making it one of the most dangerous places in the world.
But today, everything had changed dramatically.
Perhaps Muzan had never imagined that the elite forces he had dispatched would be wiped out so quickly in a single night.
Douma hadn't expected it either.
He had remained at home, admiring the blueprint of the Blue Spider Lily that Ren had drawn, waiting for the "takeout" promised by the demons.
Yet overnight, he had become a lone commander...
"Ren."
Douma narrowed his eyes.
Dangerous light flickered within his rainbow-colored irises.
"He really is an interesting person."
The little demon's head had already been crushed to pieces.