In the underground base, Oniwu Tsuji Muzan stood in front of a heavy iron door. He looked up at the top of the iron door and saw a small black snake staring at him.

"blow!"

A cold light flashed, and the little snake's body and head separated, and its head fell to the ground, turning into a ball of black smoke and dissipating.

"Use vampire magic to spy on me."

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan stared at the small snake slowly disappearing on the iron door, and the appearance of Ilumi flashed in his mind.

"In just two years, it has grown to this extent."

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan frowned as he thought about the little boy outside who could compete with or even suppress Hei Shimo.

This is just a vampire clone. How strong would it be if it were its true form?

While he was guessing in his mind, Oniitsuji Muzan's hands were not idle either. His entire right arm turned into a giant scimitar and slashed towards the door in front of him.

"Dang~!"

The iron door made a sound of gold and iron clashing, and a crack was cut on it, with a faint purple light shining through.

That beam of purple light made Kibutsuji Muzan feel disgusted. His hand speeded up, and the giant blade turned into afterimages and slashed at the iron door, making a dense metallic sound.

"boom!"

Finally, the entire heavy iron door became covered with bruises and collapsed under the continuous chops of Tsuji Muzan.

"Click..."

As soon as the iron door collapsed, there was a "clicking" sound inside, as if something was leaking air.

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan stood at the door and observed calmly. When there was no more movement inside, he stepped inside.

"Da da…"

Kibutsuji Muzan stepped forward lightly. Inside the door was an extremely spacious space, measuring 500 square meters in size, with many unfamiliar equipment and platforms placed there.

There is a row of two-meter-high glass petri dishes placed under the walls on both sides. Visually, there are more than fifty petri dishes in the entire laboratory. They are filled with purple liquid, making it difficult to see what is soaked in them.

Looking up, there are purple lamps installed in the corners and ceiling, emitting a faint purple light.

In addition, there are round windows on the ceiling that continuously release wisteria poisonous mist that is only effective on ghosts.

In just a moment, the poisonous mist filled the entire space.

"Chichi..."

As soon as Kibutsuji Muzan stepped into this laboratory, he felt a burning sensation in his body for no apparent reason.

"Um?"

Kibutsuji Muzan frowned slightly and scratched his skin with his sharp nails. He actually picked out a piece of eroded skin, which was still smoking.

The face he scratched revealed bloody subcutaneous tissue. But to him it was just a superficial injury, and he recovered instantly.

"These purple rays have the same effect as the sun!?"

Kibutsuji Muhan's heart trembled, his face suddenly changed, his eyes scanned the ceiling and the purple light tubes in the corners, and he raised his arms, turning into numerous phantoms.

"Ding nails... crackling..."

Along with a crackling sound in the laboratory, a large number of purple lamps were destroyed by Kibutsuji Mukai. The laboratory suddenly became much darker, and the burning sensation on the skin disappeared.

"woo woo woo woo……"

"Bang bang..."

Suddenly, a dull slapping sound sounded in the laboratory.

After hearing the news, Onimu Tsuji turned to the right and saw that in the glass petri dishes under the wall on the right, he could vaguely see through the purple liquid that someone was banging on the glass inside.

Oni Wu Tsuji frowned and walked over, because he could sense that all the ghosts inside were there.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Muzan Kibutsuji stood in front of a glass petri dish and saw clearly the figure inside through the purple liquid.

It was a low-level ghost. He was so thin that only a layer of skin and bones remained. It looked like he had not eaten for a long time, and his back was covered with tiny vacuum tubes with unknown functions.

"Woo woo woo... bang bang..."

He looked at Kibutsuji Mumei's eyes with a glimmer of hope. He knocked hard on the glass, but his strength was weak, and it seemed that he was not as strong as an ordinary person.

Onibatsuji Muzan looked at the lower-level ghost inside. He could feel the despair in the other person's heart. It was a feeling that life was worse than death. The lower-level ghost even had a desire to die in his heart.

This made Onibatsuji Muzan doubt in his heart. Oni is a vicious creature that is born to eat people. What did the humans here do to him to cause this low-level ghost to become like this?

"Let me see what happened to you."

Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan's lips moved slightly and he said softly.

Closing his eyes, Onimusuji Muzan's consciousness sneaked into the memories of this lower-level ghost through his blood.

After a while, a hazy and blurry scene was revealed before Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes.

"Ahhhhhhh~!!!"

In a room filled with purple shimmer, accompanied by a "creak" cutting sound, a heart-wrenching scream echoed in the laboratory.

"After the limbs have been removed, the spine will be extracted next."

"Yes, Professor."

In Kibutsuji Muzan's field of vision, he seemed to be lying on a bed, surrounded by a group of humans wearing green uniforms, white masks, and white gloves. They held various cutting tools in their hands, and the tools and uniforms were stained

Full of blood and minced flesh.

One of the white-haired old men who seemed to be the leader spoke, and two humans in green uniforms turned the subordinate ghost's body over, face down and back up.

"Professor, C018's limbs have begun to recover."

"Inject No. 3 wisteria flower anesthetic, and then drain the blood from his body to curb his regeneration ability."

"He cannot recover any organs until the operation is over."

"Yes, Professor."

Next, under Kibutsuji Mumei's gaze, the humans first injected him with a purple liquid, and after a while, they inserted four vacuum tubes with needles into the arteries on the inner thighs and the back of the neck, frantically.

A large amount of blood is drawn.

Due to the continuous decrease in blood, the lower-level ghost's heart beat rapidly to produce blood, but in the end, the blood production was not as fast as the pumping. The blood production rate became slower and slower, and the amputated limbs also stopped recovering.

Demon Dance Tsuji Mumei can feel the pain of this lower-level ghost through his blood connection.

It was a feeling of despair and powerlessness, unable to resist, unable to survive or die, and could only be slaughtered.

"puff!"

Immediately afterwards, Oniwu Tsuji Muzan felt that his back was cut open by something cold, and a sharp pain followed the cold feeling all the way down, as if his entire back had been peeled off.

He tried hard to turn his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the white-haired old man taking out a sharp scalpel stained with blood from his back.

"Don't worry, this operation is not complicated. It will be over in about thirty minutes."

The white-haired old man who was the surgeon noticed his gaze, turned to look at him, and comforted him in what he thought was a gentle and kind tone.

However, Tsuji Muzan clearly felt the psychology of the subordinate ghost at this time.
Chapter completed!