Now Muzan Kibutsuji has confirmed that the things in the wooden box are really useful.
Because when he made the first move, his strength was just enough to kill the original lower-level ghost, but the lower-level ghost had patience, so only half of its neck was chopped off.
He used twice as much strength in the next blow, and finally killed the lower-level ghost beyond its endurance limit.
Therefore, the BUFF drawn out can indeed make the ghost stronger. Even when facing the Sun Blade, which it is least proficient in, its defense power is increased by nearly double.
Moreover, the disdain shown by Suwey told him that the venue was invincible.
As a large amount of blood dyed the entire ground red, a large number of demons fell to the ground. These were all done by Muzan Kibutsuji himself.
Suwey didn't need to count them carefully. The system itself could tell the number of lower-level ghosts that died around him.
"It's already over a hundred? You still don't want to stop? Are you planning to draw ten times in a row?"
The system displayed a terrifying increase in the number of dead ghosts, and the blood was scattered all over the train track.
These were all his subordinates, but he was still ruthless, which shows how cruel Muzan Kibutsuji was.
Although there were lower-rank demons nearby, Muzan Kibutsuji was cautious and did not turn them into trading points. Instead, he let them act as killers and crush the lower-level demons for Suwey to see.
In just one hour, Muzan Kibutsuji had successfully accumulated ten consecutive draws.
The materials of a thousand ghosts were placed in front of Suwey. For a hamster who likes to collect materials, this is simply the best tool for clearing maps.
"Ten draws, please."
Suwey smiled at Muzan Kibutsuji. He was in a really good mood right now.
First, he just used his mouth and effortlessly got rid of more than a thousand ghosts.
Isn't this more exciting than the Demon Slayer Corps?
Secondly, a thousand ghosts, although only low-level ghosts, are enough to refine the "ghost species demon". Even if there are certain side effects, they can instantly change Suwey's physical fitness.
Now he needs to improve his strength quickly. After all, he can't always expect to get "invincible" at the beginning every time he arrives in a world, right?
Only when your strength is improved to a certain level can you have the opportunity to resist the system and find your way home.
But Suwey had a feeling that the Thousand-Year Ghost King's mentality seemed to have undergone a slight change.
For example, the gradually bulging veins on the head and the obviously violent fists give people the feeling of a wild dog baring its teeth.
When he fired the ninth shot, his movements were extremely violent, as if he was going to crush the wooden box.
"That's how it is with card drawing. Don't worry, it will definitely come out in the next round."
As a veteran in the card drawing game, Suwey spoke earnestly.
When it comes to drawing cards, if you have money, draw more; if you don't have money, persuade others to draw more.
And when the ninth wooden box was opened, it was no longer the original blue, but a bright gold color!
"Oh? It looks like this has released a high-level buff."
Suwey leaned over and threw the appraisal over.
Then the wooden box dissipated, and the original golden light ball was like melting snow in spring, revealing the truth hidden inside.
"Advanced BUFF, once."
Suwey looked at Muzan Kibutsuji whose expression changed from sadness to joy, and then from joy to anger in an instant.
As expected, this is how the scumbag boss deserves to be played.
At this time, there was only one wooden box left, and Muzan Kibutsuji clenched his fists fiercely.
Although the items in these lotteries are very useful, if the things you really want never appear, even a thousand-year-old ghost king will not be able to suppress his temper.
By the tenth box, he had even lost the desire to open any more.
But the unwillingness in his heart still made him reach out and open the wooden box.
Then when a blue light came out of the box, the Ghost King's expression suddenly twitched, and he actually loosened his hand and threw the box out.
"Eh? Don't you want to identify it?"
Suwey took the wooden box and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Ghost King who was thinking about something in his mind.