[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

At that time, I thought I was dead.

crunch - crunch -

The sound of being torn into pieces and eaten into the stomach together with bones and blood, like a file scraping a nerve, echoed in the darkness repeatedly and endlessly.

Therefore, when I had a clear sense of self again and opened my eyes to see the sunlight, I was too surprised to react for a moment.

At what age do people usually have their earliest memories of themselves?

three years old?five years old?Or earlier?

My second life started without warning, I was not prepared for it at all.

I was still being eaten by ghosts just a moment ago, but in the end even the pain was numb. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in the haystack, and the sky covering my field of vision was high and far, blue as far as the eye could see.

It is clearly a completely different scene from the dark courtyard, but there is no strange feeling in my body, as if I will appear here at this moment, and everything is as it should be.

The woman pulling the car looked back, it was a strange face, when she opened her mouth to smile, an instinctive warmth, like the sound of a piano string, spread naturally in my heart Come.

"Finally awake?"

Rough hands stroke my hair.So, at that moment I knew - this is "mother".

In this life, I have no father, only a "mother".

Our home is next to the big rock at the end of the village. There is a straw mat, a chipped iron pot, and a big yellow dog that never barks.

When life was not so difficult, "mother" would sit by the well and braid my hair with wild flowers.

The ordinary days passed by like water, and the memory of my previous life seemed to be an absurd and distant dream, which was fabricated when I suspected that the reality was too calm and my consciousness was dull.

I went from sitting in a cart full of hay to walking side by side with my "mother" with a basket on my back.Later, when I was pulling the cart, "Mother" sat on the haystack, smiled and told me how happy she was, and the wrinkles around her eyes narrowed together.

Everything is like a dream.I even began to suspect that there are no such human-eating creatures as ghosts in the world.

I happened to be out on the day the village was attacked by ghosts. The "mother" stayed in the house to rest because she was unwell.

At sunset, dark red stains stained the weeds on the roadside, and there was a dead silence in the wind.I carried an empty basket on my back and passed by a wooden house smeared with blood. The broken straw mats were scattered on the ground, and the dead body with its severed head was leaning against the well. On the threshold where there was no time to escape.

When I returned to the familiar house, I heard the all-too-familiar sound of human bones being chewed.

crunch - crunch -

Obviously it was just my nightmare.

I put down the basket and picked up the ax beside the stake.

Obviously, it was just a nightmare of mine——

As night fell, the last ray of light was embedded far away on the horizon.I found myself not breathing, forcing oxygen into my lungs.

The moment I exhaled the white mist, I thought in a trance——

Ah, it turns out that it is already winter.

winter.

My mind went blank as I rushed into the house.

Exhausting all the strength of my life, I swung the ax and chopped it down, hot blood splashed out, the ghost let out a distorted howl of pain, its sharp nails grabbed my neck violently, and threw me out.

I heard the sound of bones breaking, and my body seemed to be pulled out of strength in an instant, and slid down the wall limply.

Looming darkness surrounded me, and I looked beyond the ghost to the stump on the floor.

A pale arm with fingers slightly outstretched, as if trying to grab something, was frozen in the moment before death.

"Mother" is not actually my "mother".

She thought that she had concealed it perfectly, and she hadn't revealed the slightest flaw over the years.She relied too much on the ability of humans to keep secrets. She didn't know that the villagers who thought they were enthusiastic told me the truth long ago.

With pity on their faces, those people said that I was just a child picked up by the "mother" and that I had no blood relationship with the "mother".

After I finished speaking, those people would always pay close attention to my reaction. Seeing that I was neither panicked nor in pain, they couldn't help but show regretful expressions, and smacked their lips and left like a child who hasn't eaten.

I never asked my "mother" why she chose to pick me up.

Today, I will never know the answer.

I looked at the woman lying motionless on the ground, suddenly waking up from a big dream.

After I died, I had a dream for more than ten years.At the moment before he was about to be killed, he finally regained the sense of living in reality.

The ghost who killed the villagers was later killed by a man with a knife.

The man emerged silently, as if crawling out of the shadows behind the ghost.He could not cut off the ghost's head, but cut off the ghost's limbs again and again, and finally subdued the ghost and dragged it to the open space outside the house.

I could barely speak at that time, I could only lean against the wall and watch the belated ghost slayer.He tried very hard to bandage me to stop the bleeding, but it was all in vain.

I asked him to move me to the door, I wanted to see the ghost die with my own eyes.

Although the blood flowed continuously, when the blood in the body was about to evaporate completely, a crack finally appeared in the long night, the light of dawn overflowed from behind the mountains, the sky gradually brightened, and the hideous ghost writhed in pain under the sunlight , Disappeared in front of my eyes in smoke and dust.

"The weakness of ghosts lies in sunlight." The man told me in a low voice.

I stared straight at him, so that he was embarrassed to raise his hand to close my eyelids, showing a little respect for the dying person.

Blood foam mixed with minced meat surged in my throat, I moved my lips and asked him:

"Yanxi 11th year (912), how long ago?"

The man froze for a moment.

"That was... more than 300 years ago."

It turns out that it has passed... so many years.

I nodded, as if suddenly a little tired, as if suddenly relieved, and slowly closed my eyelids.

I still exist in the world.

Sometimes it is a villager, sometimes it is a maid, and sometimes it is the daughter of a samurai family.

A long and short life is like blinking an eye. After you close your eyes and open them again, the world has become completely different.

In my first life, people could not understand the existence of ghosts.

In my second life, people began to explore ways to kill ghosts.

In the middle of the Heian period, the first man-eating ghost appeared in the world.Human beings have been unilaterally hunted and killed by ghosts for so many years. During the period of the Muromachi Shogunate, ghost-slayers finally appeared.

That is my fifth life. The Warring States period has not yet come, but the power of the shogunate is declining day by day, and the guardian daimyos of each country are doing their own thing. There is a faint sign of a storm.

I was born in a remote mountain village, and my brothers and sisters cannot be counted on one hand.I am the seventh child, so everyone calls me Ah Qi.

There is a custom in the village to light the incense of wisteria flowers at night.If any child is disobedient, they will be frightened by adults, and ghosts will come down from the mountain at night to snatch away disobedient children.

The older children in the village like to tell stories about ghosts and cannibals. When everyone sleeps in the same room at night, the timid ones will always tremble with fear, but the more scared they are, the more they want to hear it.

I always fell asleep before the story was finished, and the next morning, someone would complain that I was boring, and over time, the title of "the boring seven" was spread.

If a child of that age has no one to tease, he is like a young tiger cub, with no bones to grind his teeth, and his whole body is itchy.

My neighbor was a taciturn widower who had a strange walk in his left leg when he was young.The children in the village always liked to chase after him, laughing loudly and limping to imitate his awkward posture.

One night, a taciturn man extinguished the incense of wisteria flowers at home, and the next day there was only a pool of blood left in the home.

For the first time, a remote mountain village welcomed the visit of a ghost slayer.

It was a young man about 25 years old, with three flesh marks on the side of his cheeks that seemed to be scratched by wild animals, and his eyes were sharp and clear.

He didn't stay in the village for long. After subduing the man-eating ghost and exposing it to the sun to kill him, he packed his bags and started on the road again.

I followed him for three days, over mountains and ridges, until he had to stop at a tea house, frowning and asking me seriously about my intention to follow him.

"I want to know what a ghost is," I said to him.

People's cognition of ghosts only stays in ghosts' resurrection ability and fear of sunlight and wisteria.

But these pitifully small pieces of information are piled up by the blood of generations.

"Ghosts are creatures that eat people." The swordsman who slays ghosts told me so.

But I want to know more.

I wondered if ghosts were a disease, an incurable plague that suddenly appeared in this world hundreds of years ago.

"Why do people become ghosts?"

Hearing my question, the other party's face changed.

"How can a human-eating ghost be transformed by a human being?"

Where did the first ghost in this world come from? People didn't know at that time.

In ancient legends, ghosts are creatures that appear suddenly, like natural disasters, with no cause but only results.

I know how the first ghost appeared, but I don't know how the others were born.

I even thought ignorantly that those ghosts were suffering from the same disease—photophobia, human phagocytosis, and infinite strength.

As for longevity...

Who knows how long ghosts can live, and where do they know it?

Therefore, I was not vigilant at the time.

The raging flames reflected the night sky red, the streets attacked by ghosts were reduced to a sea of ​​flames, and the collapsed houses turned into burning giant snakes.The ghost-slaying swordsman disappeared at the end of the street after chasing the blood-soaked ghost. The people around were dying and fleeing. Only the ringing of the fire alarm echoed in the air.

In the flames intertwined with the darkness, a girl who looked like a survivor stood in the middle of the street, quietly watching the sea of ​​flames in front of her.

If I had observed more carefully at the time, maybe I would have noticed the slight smile on the corner of her mouth.But the sea of ​​fire was about to collapse, I didn't even think about it, I immediately stepped forward and grabbed her hand: "Don't just stand there, go!"

Delicate and soft arms with cold skin.Even in such a hot environment, I couldn't help it—no, I shivered subconsciously.

For a moment, the premonition of death made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

But for some reason, the chill dissipated again.

The girl's eyes were the color of red plums, stared at by those pupils, a strangely familiar feeling suddenly crawled up my throat.

"you……"

The girl smiled slightly and asked me softly, "Who are you?"

……

If someone told me that it was my ex-fiancé who had lived for hundreds of years that I was holding back at that time, and that all the ghosts in this world were created by him alone, then I would firmly shake off his hand , and kicked him into the flames by the way.

Unfortunately, I didn't know at the time that my ex-fiancé was still alive.

And, at the time, I would never have thought of it.

……

Damn, he can still transform.

The author has something to say: set up a private warning like a mountain

Regarding how human beings mastered the skills of killing ghosts, it is a step-by-step process.

Example: found that ghosts are afraid of the sun → good, use the sun to kill it

Found that ghosts are afraid of wisteria → very good, this is also used

As for the breathing method and the sun wheel knife, I guess [blind guess] only existed in the Warring States Period

The method of breathing was created by Yuanyi. As for when the Rilun Saber appeared...Let’s go with the fate, and choose the Warring States [You.

I always feel that before the appearance of the breathing method and the sun wheel knife, it would be too miserable for human beings to have no way to deal with ghosts

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