I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

"I was often hungry when I was a child, and people froze to death every winter. Therefore, everyone's wish is to survive."

"Your question is quite strange. Don't some people not want to live?" As he spoke, the heat in his mouth formed white mist in the air. Seeing this scene, Kuriyama Kuriko didn't want to speak anymore.

Talking is something that makes you want to eat more.

What a big loss today.

Kibutsuji Muzan's reaction was, "It's really useless. I can't even make money for food."

Being said like this, theoretically Kuriyama Kuriko should be angry. In fact, all she cared about was, "Are you good at making money?" Her blue eyes lit up, as bright as the clear blue sky after rain, which was very beautiful.

"Why do you still need to ask about such a simple thing?"

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumei thought it was completely unnecessary to ask, just like people eating and ghosts eating people, it was a matter of course.

"It's amazing," Kuriyama Kuriko admired from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes became extremely gentle when he looked at Kibutsuji Muzan, "You are really a genius. Can you tell me how you make money?"

Kuriyama Kuriko originally wanted to ask the other party if he planned to follow him like this all the time, but he didn't want to bring up this topic now.

Onibatsuji Mumei's ways of making money are: first, to make the fallen princess of the upper half of the upper generation a oiran, second, to sell the upper half of the upper half of the pot, and third, to change the memory of someone's money and become his family's memory. , and then the money becomes his.

Fourth, usually the families he likes are wealthy and have their own channels for making money, so he can just continue running the business.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan, "..." No one can say.

After waiting for an answer for a long time, Kuriyama Kuriko turned around to see what he was thinking, and asked considerately, "Isn't it convenient for you to tell me?"

"Business."

"It is indeed profitable," Kuriyama Kuriko nodded. In the past few years, she has come out every month and has seen with her own eyes that others have become rich by doing business.

She was moved, and after understanding it, she told her parents, but then they were opposed.

"I've thought about selling herbal medicines. We have to go through a very dangerous mountain road to get out of the village. I want to buy the herbs collected by each family and then sell them farther away."

"However, going to distant places and hauling goods require money. My family doesn't agree, so I can only save money on my own, and I haven't saved enough money yet."

Oniwu Tsuji Muzan looked at the human in front of him in surprise.

"Why don't you agree?"

"My family's money is used to buy wives for my two younger brothers. There are six people in our family, and we need to eat and eat a lot every day. Besides, my mother will give birth soon."

"Why do you have so many children when you can't afford to raise one?" Muzan Kibutsuji, who always had a very good living standard, asked in confusion.

"Everyone has so many babies," Kuriyama Kuriko replied in surprise. She didn't understand why Muzan Kibutsuji would ask this question, and was very confused. "Why did you ask this... question?"

"It's so useless that it can't let a child grow, but it keeps giving birth to children." Kibutsuji Muzan frowned in disgust, showing his disgust for these people from the bottom of his bones, "These people really have no ability to think at all."

"Fathers should provide their children with excellent living conditions."

Kuriyama Kuriko had never heard of such words. Confusion appeared in her eyes, and she struggled to think about the meaning of Kibutsuji Muzan's words. Parents...children...excellent...

It's so strange, this is obviously wrong, but why does something seem to be tumbling in my heart?

Yes, why should you give birth to yourself when you can’t support yourself?

Kuriyama Kuriko knew very clearly that she didn't like her current life, and she didn't like everything about it. She was fed up with the winter, her body was shivering from the cold, and her hands and feet were sore from the cold.

Every time after selling firewood, I have to walk the scary way back and take off the socks that are connected to my feet.

I also don’t like summer, with mosquitoes everywhere and centipedes falling on my face. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I found a mouse next to my head, wondering where to start eating the human in front of me.

"You're right," Kuriyama Kuriko said emphatically, raising her voice sharply.

Her sudden high-pitched voice made Tsuji Muzan frown unhappily, "You have no education."

"you're right."

"?", Kibutsuji Muzan.

"I don't have that thing." It was too cold. Kuriyama Kuriko stretched out his hand and pulled the collar, wishing to bury his whole face in it. "It sounds like a dream."

"I don't even have to dream about what you're talking about, and I still think it's a waste of my dreaming energy."

"Dreaming is something that requires physical strength," Kuriyama Kuriko muttered, "It's a waste of the food I eat."

It was the first time that he communicated with someone who lived such a miserable life. Kibutsuji Muzan felt a little weird about what the other person said. He couldn't help but reflect on himself as to why he was talking about these things with such a seemingly uneducated human being.

"You..." Kibutsuji Mukai wanted to say that you have no self-esteem at all if you are a human being like this, so he swallowed it alive.

It was obvious that Kuriyama Kuriko didn't have any, so asking him seemed stupid.

However, her attitude of trying to survive no matter what is not bad.

Today was a snowy day without the sun. Oniwu Tsuji Muzan was in a good mood and rarely had any interest in chatting. For some reason, he thought of some of the things he had encountered along the way.

"If your survival requires depriving other people of their lives, do you also want to live?"

It was a bit of a strange question, and one that Kuriyama Kuriko had never thought about. She thought about it as she walked. After about one or two minutes, she gave the answer in a very sincere tone, "It's hard to say."

Hard to say? Kibutsuji Muzan was sure that he didn't like this answer, he was very dissatisfied.

"I really don't know what didn't happen. Even if I say it won't happen now, maybe it will happen by then," Kuriyama Kuriko looked up at the sky, and a snowflake happened to fall into her eyes, giving her a cold touch. Let her quickly lower her head and reach out to rub her eyes.

She wanted to rub the snowflakes out, but of course it was impossible. The snowflakes turned into tears and flowed out of her eyes.

"You just say you want to live?"

Kuriyama Kuriko, who was immersed in a state of eye discomfort, heard a voice with obvious displeasure. She couldn't help turning her head to look at the person who was not satisfied with her answer and asked the other person, "Then what answer do you want to hear?"

Unhappy in his heart, Kibutsuji Muzan's voice was cold, "Of course I will kill him without hesitation."

“How can you say it’s as simple as killing a chicken?

Kill a chicken?

Oniwu Tsuji Mumei thought about it in his mind for a minute before he came up with what this creature looked like. When he was a ghost, he saw what this kind of thing looked like in the villages he passed.

"Do you know the mountain god?"

"It's just human self-comfort," Kibutsujimu sneered, "Do you believe these things?" When he thought that Kuriyama Kuriko believed in such things, he suddenly felt unhappy.

People who believe in gods always have foolish delusions about being saved, exuding an aura of decadence.

If Kuriyama Kuriko believed in God and would become like that one day, then it would be better to let him end her life right here.

"I don't believe it," Lishan Lizi agreed that there are no gods in the world. "Everyone in the village said that the wild fruits and pheasants on the mountains were given to the villagers by the mountain gods. We must respect the mountain gods, but if there really are gods in the world , why do people fall to death every year?”

"And to fill everyone's stomachs, it was obviously those pheasants, mountain gods, etc., but I never saw them. I only saw that they ate other lives in order for everyone to survive."

"So, I think this way, life is a precious thing, so it cannot be taken away easily."

"Everyone doesn't want to die, it's the same. When the chicken is being eaten, it is also struggling desperately."

"As long as I think about it like this, I can't treat other lives casually. It's just a question, and I really don't want to answer, 'kill'."

Kuriyama Kuriko sighed.