Being injected with Muzan's blood, the man completed his demon transformation in a very short time, his skin turning pale and his veins bulging like a spreading spiderweb.
He was consumed by bloodthirsty malice and a deep curse, his reason devoured. His crimson eyes stared fixedly at the person beside him, and he suddenly opened his mouth, biting his wife's shoulder.
"Stop!"
Tanjiro immediately stepped forward, trying to stop him, but it was no use.
"Ahhhhh!"
The woman let out a piercing scream.
Seeing this, Tanjiro unhesitatingly pulled off the headband from his forehead, quickly wound it into a tight cloth ball, and tackled the man who was madly biting his wife to the ground.
He used all his strength to restrain the struggling body, and without hesitation, he shoved the cloth ball into the drooling mouth, preventing him from biting anyone.
Tanjiro believed that a demon who had just transformed and hadn't yet eaten a human could still be saved.
"Muzan... he's such a coward and so despicable."
In this era, Muzan was already so powerful that no one could rival him, yet he still hid, unwilling to take any risks.
Ryoma couldn't help but shake his head and sigh at this sight.
But Tanjiro was still too kind and naive. There weren't that many special people in this world.
Not everyone was like Nezuko, uncontrolled by Muzan, nor did everyone have the ability to break free from control like Tamayo.
"Dear!"
At this moment, the bitten woman, upon kneeling up, immediately showed concern for her husband.
Tanjiro, who was still restraining the demon, interjected, asking about her injuries, "Madam! Please take care of yourself more than this. Please press the cloth firmly on the wound."
As the demon transformation progressed, the man's strength grew stronger.
Tanjiro was still desperately suppressing the transformed man, trying to think of a way to help him.
'He'll definitely be fine, this person hasn't killed anyone yet.'
At this moment, he even felt a hint of self-reproach.
'This person was just walking here until now.'
Thinking of this, Tanjiro's anger towards Muzan deepened.
The little girl in Muzan's arms was frightened by the sudden situation and immediately buried her face in Muzan's chest. The little girl's mother also clutched Muzan's clothes with a look of horror.
"Are you alright? Don't look." Muzan comforted the little girl in his arms, seemingly unconcerned.
At the same time, Muzan said to his wife beside him, "Darling, it's dangerous here. Let's go to the other side."
Tanjiro remembered the culprit who had caused all this.
He then saw Muzan take advantage of the commotion he had caused and leave with the mother and daughter.
"I can't just leave this person."
To prevent the transformed man from getting up and harming others again, Tanjiro couldn't leave to pursue.
Anger and various other emotions erupted at this moment.
Tanjiro roared in the direction Muzan had left, "Muzan! I will never forgive you! No matter where you go, never!"
"No matter where you go, I will never let you go! I will chase you to the ends of hell to take your head! I will never forgive you!"
Ryoma, hidden in the crowd, silently tightened his grip on the wooden box in his arms. Nezuko in the box seemed to sense her brother's anger and trembled slightly.
Ryoma quietly watched Muzan depart from the crowd.
Besides trying his best not to let Muzan discover Nezuko, he could also clearly feel Muzan's terror.
In Ryoma's eyes, Muzan was surrounded by boundless malevolence, with countless vengeful spirits entwined around him.
It was fortunate that this was a bustling street with many people, and Muzan still had the intention to hide. Otherwise, he and Tanjiro would definitely have died.
At this moment, the police officers in the city, having received the news, finally arrived.
"What are you doing?!"
"A drunkard?"
"Young man, get away from that man quickly!"
The officers' voices grew closer, but Tanjiro still desperately held down the recently transformed man.
Although the cloth ball made from the headband temporarily sealed his mouth, once Tanjiro let go, the man could immediately lash out and harm people.
"Get away quickly! It's dangerous!"
The officers rushed over, trying to pull Tanjiro away.
"No! Please bring restraints, I beg you!"
Tanjiro struggled desperately against the officers' pulling, saying, "Please stop! No one can hold this person down but me!"
Ryoma calmly scanned his surroundings, realizing that more officers were approaching and even preparing to act against Tanjiro.
He came to Tanjiro's side and whispered, "Tanjiro, we must leave. This isn't a place where we can explain things clearly."
"But this person––"
Ryoma interrupted Tanjiro's words, "Leave him to me."
Ryoma was about to act, intending to freeze the demon from the inside.
Just then, a peculiar fragrance suddenly permeated the air.
"Scent of Illusory Blood, Visual Dream."
A gentle female voice sounded amidst the chaos, and the fragrance, along with many peculiar patterns, enveloped everyone in the area.
"Is someone attacking?! That's bad!"
The sudden situation instantly put Tanjiro on alert. He couldn't free his hands, so he could only rely on Ryoma.
"Ryoma! The scent is getting stronger, be careful!"
"Don't worry, just do what you need to do, Tanjiro."
Ryoma's gaze fell upon a pair of a man and a woman who calmly emerged from the illusion.
Especially the beautiful woman dressed in a kimono, with gentle eyes and elegant demeanor like a noble lady.
This must be Tamayo, who managed to break free from Muzan's control on her own and even weakened her craving and need for flesh and blood.
Ryoma hadn't expected that, even with an extra person compared to the original plot, she would still choose to appear and help Tanjiro.
"Even when facing someone who has become a demon, you still use the word person. And you intend to help him, so let me help you too."
"Why? You are... your scent is..."
Tanjiro looked up in surprise at the man and woman, but what shocked Tanjiro most was—the woman emitted a demon's aura.
"That's right, I..."
The woman frankly admitted, "I am both a demon and a doctor. I want to eradicate that man—Muzan."
At this moment, Ryoma stepped forward, and under Yushiro's wary gaze, he bowed to Tamayo. "Thank you for your assistance, Tamayo-san."
Hearing this, both Tanjiro and Tamayo looked at Ryoma in shock.
The air suddenly solidified, and Yushiro instantly stepped in front of Tamayo, his eyes blazing with hostility. "Who exactly are you? What do you want to do to Tamayo-sama?"
"Yushiro."
Tamayo gently stopped her companion, then carefully scrutinized Ryoma.
"Tamayo-sama, he might be dangerous."
Yushiro was somewhat displeased but still retreated to Tamayo's side.
Tamayo ignored Yushiro's complaint and turned to Ryoma, saying, "I apologize, Yushiro is a bit too nervous."
"May I ask how you know my name?"
"I learned it through my own special information channels. Don't worry, I understand your situation, I won't attack you casually, nor will I spread information."
After hearing Ryoma's explanation, Tamayo didn't pursue the matter further.
"I understand."
She believed that someone who was acting with a child like Tanjiro, knew about her situation, and hadn't chosen to act directly, wouldn't lie about such things.
"Then I'll leave this person to you, Tamayo-san."