The corner of Kibutsuji Muzan's eye twitched.
When he was tricked, the first thing Wuzan thought of was to find Suwey and chop him into pieces.
But now that I have really met him, my original anger has finally turned into excitement.
That's right, excitement.
Although it was only three seconds, Muzan actually walked into the sun and enjoyed its rays, which was something he could not have imagined before.
So what he hopes for now is to truly gain invincibility in the field from Suwey.
"Of course, the exchange points are still the same as before. As long as you can afford it, you can continue to draw."
Suwey naturally did not intend to lose the sucker Muzan Kibutsuji, so he suggested that the Demon King continue to draw cards, which would not only help Demon Slayer World eliminate the lower-level demons for free, but also gain benefits at the same time.
Even the Ghost King himself works hard for what he wants.
No one has anything to lose except those low-level ghosts, right?
Muzan Kibutsuji nodded, this was also his plan.
For him, things like lower-level ghosts were not even within his consideration, just like people would not consider the idea of sweat.
So tonight, a large number of low-level demons in the Demon Slayer world committed suicide or died unknownly under the control of Muzan Kibutsuji.
Correspondingly, the material points in the system instantly soared to one hundred.
"As expected of the Ghost King, he's a truly qualified customer!"
Suwey gave him a thumbs up, then pulled out the defensive BUFF and placed it in front of Muzan.
Then, what was revealed was the card drawing crisis of Muzan Kibutsuji!
Suwey, who was trying to hold back his laughter, looked at the golden light that occasionally appeared among the blue light, and the Ghost King with a well-shaped frown between his brows, and couldn't help but provoke him.
"Not bad. Even though I haven't gotten any buffs related to the Sunshine Field after more than 60 rounds, it's still pretty good. At least I still have a lot of patience."
In Suwey's eyes, Muzan Kibutsuji was like being cursed by the god of bad luck. He was extremely unlucky. Among all the card drawers Suwey had met, he was the most unlucky one.
It seems that Muzan was still infected.
According to the original Muzan, it would have been easy to deal with those two people, but those two people had some BUFFs in their hands, so it was impossible for Muzan to hurt them.
The angry Muzan reached out to other people and crushed those ordinary people who attacked him after getting drunk into pieces of meat.
Suwey sighed. He was not from this world, but he also didn't like watching living people being beaten into pieces, especially using such a brutal killing method, which was even more disgusting.
Before he saw this scene, Suwey, as an outsider, was not interested in anything in this world. He viewed the people in this world as paper figures and background boards.
But when he actually witnessed this scene with his own eyes, he realized one thing deeply.
This world is not constructed by simple stories as he thought.
The people here are alive and have flesh and blood.
They feel pain and cry out in pain.
The blood was red and had a strange smell that made one's internal organs twitch.
So Suwey's eyes changed. The system's instructions did not distinguish between good and evil in this world.
It doesn't care who the trading partner is, it only cares about whether it can extract as much material as possible from the trading partner.
"What a hassle!"
So Suwey walked into the alley, his knuckles cracking in the middle of the night.
He was a man who hated trouble, but when facing clients, he still had to relax his body occasionally. His fist with murderous intent rose along the end of the alley and landed behind Muzan.
Boom!
It was as if someone had hit a wooden barrel with a hammer, followed by a loud crash.
"You bastard!"
Suwey's fist made a big hole in Muzan's heart. The palm holding his heart pierced through his chest and crushed Muzan's internal organs into pieces as easily as crushing an egg.
Then Suwey kicked Wuzan hard on the butt, knocking him away.