The pillars were confused.
Didn't I say I was just here to report on work today? How did it suddenly become an experiment? And such a violent one at that?
When they arrived at the scene, the devastated scene was even more horrifying.
Although the amount of gunpowder used in the experiment was not particularly large, it was carried out in a closed room after all, and the explosion still caused the entire wooden house to be torn into pieces.
The remaining flames were still burning, and the occasional popping sound of sparks made the grass, which was already engulfed by flames, look even more broken.
The aftermath of the explosion blew away a lot of grass, and the soil hidden underneath seemed to have been dug out in large pieces, leaving the entire area empty.
And in the middle of this sea of fire, there were two people they had never expected to see.
Suwey and Fushigawa Miyabi.
At this time, Suwey subconsciously swept his palms across his clothes. Although this could eliminate the negative effects and remove the dust on his body, the surrounding air was still polluted, so Suwey felt uncomfortable all over.
And Fushigawa Shigeya's face was filled with shock. He had just experienced the repeated deaths of ordinary people, especially the sudden explosion and the crazy alarm from his intuition, which made his muscles still a little stiff.
But the facts proved that Suwey's BUFF was real. As I said, such an explosion could not affect them at all.
If it weren't for the gunpowder inside, which was added by Fuzukawa Shigeya himself, he would have thought he was dreaming. His whole body was bathed in flames but not even his hair could be ignited. Moreover, because of the simple oxygen tank given to him by Suwey, he didn't even need to breathe through his nose.
Although in the eyes of others, the two people were standing on the flames, being burned by the flames from bottom to top, only they themselves knew that this feeling was even very cool.
Tsk!
Akaza smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. He couldn't stand not only Douma, but also Kokushibo.
The last person to arrive was a newcomer that Akaza had never seen before. His face was covered with black patterns, fangs grew in his mouth, his ears became pointed, and his skin was so pale that it looked bloodless.
Yuyue!
This new upper rank celestial being told Akaza his name with a twisted smile.
"Douma is dead, the Upper Two actually died at the hands of the Demon Slayer Corps. Gyuutarou is also dead, his death was meaningless, and Gyokutsubo was even more stupid, actually..."
Muzan Kibutsuji did not turn around. He seemed too lazy to take another look at the ghosts he created. There was no emotion in his tone, as if he was stating something.
Except at the end of his speech, he took the initiative to stop continuing the topic.
"But it doesn't matter. I don't have any expectations of you."
Muzan Kibutsuji never had any expectations for the ghosts under her command. In these thousand years, she has never trusted anyone, not even the ghosts created with her own blood.
He doesn't care whether these ghosts are loyal or alive or dead. He only cares whether these ghosts obey his orders. For Muzan Kibutsuji, all ghosts are props. When they are used up, they will be replaced with a new batch.
What made him angry was that these props failed to meet his expectations, causing Muzan Kibutsuji to fail in his thousand-year-old wish.
"But it's not without gain. At least these wastes have found the location of the Ubuyashiki clan."