Enmu trembled like a sieve, his pupils twitching violently as if they would pop out of his eye sockets.
That figure... was completely different from what his clone experienced in the dream.
That figure, originating from Muzan-sama's cellular memories, was now deeply imprinted in his mind, as if every cell in his body was trembling, filled with fear.
It's not normal; that woman is not normal.
If it was just a dream about defeating Muzan-sama, he could still understand.
But now, why are Muzan-sama's cells afraid? He must be dreaming... If he isn't dreaming, then that woman's true identity is worth noting.
Could it be... Enmu's heart tightened. Come to think of it, that woman really isn't like a normal person... If it's as he suspects, then even if he successfully devours more than two hundred humans on this train, he would definitely not be her opponent.
No, he has to escape.
He must tell Muzan-sama about this.
Even though he had successfully merged with the train, Enmu currently had no courage to fight Mizuki.
Enmu made up his mind and was about to separate his main body from the train.
Tap... tap... The sound of heels touching the top of the train echoed crisply. The noisy rumble of the train tracks seemed to vanish at this moment, leaving only the steady footsteps, striking Enmu's heart like a hammer with each beat.
Sweat dripped from Enmu's forehead as he turned his head, seeing the figure he absolutely did not want to see appear before him.
Mizuki looked at him indifferently: "Thanks to you, I seem to have had an incredible dream."
Ah, it was indeed an incredible dream.
What Enmu absolutely couldn't understand was that within this woman's unconscious domain, there existed a presence capable of eliminating his clone.
There's a saying that a person's unconscious actions or thoughts are their true intentions.
This indicated that the old man, in her understanding, was an invincible existence.
An enemy so powerful that even Muzan-sama couldn't defeat him.
Such an existence would generally not be born from subjective imagination, coupled with Muzan-sama's memories etched into his cells.
Enmu gradually understood everything.
"Who exactly are you?" Enmu's back was drenched in cold sweat, instinctively retreating as Mizuki advanced, like a flock of sheep driven toward a cliff.
"Go guess in hell." Mizuki made a motion to draw her sword, and her entire being instantly vanished from her spot.
Not good!
Enmu's pupils suddenly constricted. On the top of this one-way train, she could escape his visual capture with pure speed.
The two were no longer on the same level.
Without giving him a chance to react, Enmu's head was thrown high, hit the top of the train, then fell off the train and rolled into the jungle on the ground.
The headless corpse lay on the top of the train, slowly turning into ashes.
Inside the train, everyone who was sleeping woke up almost simultaneously.
As if everything had settled.
Mizuki looked at the blade in her hand; the sensation couldn't be described as absent, only very subtle.
Coupled with the fact that this guy had been interacting with them in his clone state from the beginning, the answer seemed to be close at hand.
Mizuki flipped down from the front of the train and entered the driver's cabin.
"Who are you?!"
In the driver's cabin, a middle-aged man dressed as an Attendant looked shocked.
Mizuki ignored him, instead looking at the floor in front of the driver's cabin.
Mizuki said faintly, "The smell is very strong; even I can easily detect it."
As soon as she finished speaking, minced meat suddenly began to profusely emerge from all sides of the steel train, rapidly extending.
This scene looked very sanity-draining. The rapidly extending minced meat directly swallowed both of them.
"Ah!" the Attendant shrieked.
Mizuki grabbed him by the back of his collar and retreated with him to the rear carriage.
As soon as her front foot exited the carriage, the entire driver's cabin was enveloped by a mass of flesh.
The interior of the train was filled with flesh and blood, making it look as if they were inside some giant monstrous insect.
A putrid stench emanated, almost making it difficult to breathe.
A fleshy worm grew out of the flesh mass, with Enmu's human head at its tip, floating before Mizuki.
He didn't show a triumphant expression; instead, he was terrified.
"This Mugen Train is already under my control. In other words, the lives of these more than two hundred people are all in my hands."
"Try to kill me if you want; see if more people will be buried with me."
Mizuki was expressionless: "Did you forget something?"
"What?"
"There's more than just one Demon Slayer on this train."
As her voice fell, intense fighting sounds came from the rear carriage.
"Damn it!" A look of urgency appeared on Enmu's face.
At this moment, he was truly in a state where he couldn't attend to both sides.
The others were extensively destroying, preventing him from holding ordinary people hostage.
And this strange woman before him killed him as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs.
Enmu gritted his teeth, constantly calling out in his mind: "Muzan-sama! Muzan-sama!"
This woman is not normal; she will definitely become a grave concern for Muzan-sama.
Muzan-sama must be informed.
But Muzan is not a god after all, and there isn't such absolute control between him and demons.
If the distance is too far, he can't read what the demon is thinking.
Mizuki, however, didn't know what he was thinking, and just calmly asked, "There's something I want to ask before I kill you."
"Where is Upper Rank Three, Akaza?"
Enmu's expression paused: "Upper Rank? How could I know of their existence?"
Those arrogant guys didn't even consider them, who were also among the Twelve Demon Moons.
Mizuki frowned slightly.
She had walked from the tail of the train all the way to the front, and indeed hadn't seen or sensed the presence of any other demons.
Could it be... Mizuki's expression suddenly hardened, and without turning her head, she reached back and pressed down.
Mizuki turned her head slightly, her expression cold: "What are you doing?"
The Attendant, holding a sharp weapon, had his wrist pressed down by Mizuki. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't disturb my dream!"
He gripped the sharp weapon, using all his might, but couldn't advance an inch further.
"Are you an idiot? Can't you see? This guy is a demon."
"So what? As long as it lets me..."
Mizuki backhanded him on the neck, and he slumped to the ground.
For an argument that can't be reasoned, use fists to resolve it.
And at that moment, taking advantage of Mizuki being obstructed by the Attendant, Enmu seized the opportunity, and thick, arm-like whips lashed out from the fleshy walls of the train towards Mizuki.
Dense black sword slashes flashed, and the whips were cut off one by one.
The difference in power was too great.
Enmu's face showed despair.
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