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

A moon floats in the dark water.

Standing in a world without the concept of time and space, I am sure that I have seen this moon.

Visions of the past emerge from the darkness.The quiet moonlight passed over the bloodstains on the ground. The dark red bloodstains were like blooming camellias, petal after petal, flooding the gorgeous courtyard where the wedding banquet was held.

I saw the body of my first life, thrown into the raging fire together with many victims of that tragedy, and the curling Sanskrit sound to save the souls of the dead lasted for three full days from midnight to dawn.

I died a very honorable death, but was buried very poorly.

There are no tombstones or inscriptions in my burial place, just a bare hill, so plain that people don't have any desire to worship.

Because the place of burial is too shabby, I am very glad that Oni Wu Tsuji did not come to see me, but it is meaningless for him to come. This way of stirring and burying everyone's ashes is clearly not wanting anyone Missing, the burial should be as far away from the capital as possible. There is only a small shrine in the wilderness, to suppress ghosts.

Speaking of ghosts, the first time Gui Wu Tsuji created his subordinates, he got into trouble. He was so angry that he directly crushed the ghost's head.

The past is like a scroll, unfolding in front of my eyes page by page.

There were waves on the dark water, and I saw Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi tore up the ghost's body and threw it aside. The scarlet eyes were obviously still on the verge of rage.

Through this incident, he seems to have realized how unreliable a ghost, an irrational creature, is. He no longer gives freedom to his subordinates, and changes his management strategy to implement iron-blooded methods.

But he realized it a little later, and was discovered by the onmyoji in the capital.

Those onmyojis chased him to the outskirts of the capital, and almost fought on my grave.

Guiwu Tsuji was in a bad mood, he killed those onmyojis, and returned to his mansion in the capital.

He seemed to be looking for something, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, losing all manner, his face was as pale as the moon in the cold winter, his erect pupils were as slender as snakes.His appearance was very frightening, and the maids in the mansion seemed to realize that he was no longer human, trembling and begging for mercy.

Begging for mercy was a wrong choice. In the end, there was no one left alive in that mansion. Oni Wu Tsuji's fingertips were still dripping with blood, and he just disappeared into the dark night of the capital and never came back.

In the high sky, hangs a curved moon.

The curved moon is now reflected in the water, quietly exuding a soft brilliance.

For hundreds of years and thousands of years, the faint moonlight has never changed.

I heard that people will see revolving lanterns before they die, but I have never heard that they will see the scene after death in their previous life.

I waited and waited in the dark, not knowing the direction of the Santu River, whether I need to take a boat to reach the so-called other shore, and how to pay if I take a boat.

The crisp bell rang, and I raised my head to see the blurred light in front of me, and the scene of day appeared in the light. In the familiar courtyard, there was a little girl in bright clothes playing Tejuku.

A temari ball woven of colored silk thread, with a bell inside, rolled out of the ink painting-like scene, fell into the dark water, and stopped at my feet.

I bent down and picked up the temari ball that my mother had woven for me.

When I was a child, I came running up and down, with short black hair hanging down to my shoulders, looking as deceitful as a young deer.

"Thank you." She thanked me crisply, her eyes curved when she smiled, and there was no trace of sadness in her expression.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

I shook my head,

She looked at me for a while, as if she understood something, she gently tugged on my sleeve.

"Squat down a little bit."

Then she raised her hand and wrapped her tiny arms around my neck.

Wearing bright clothes, the little girl who is always smiling, I have almost forgotten what she looks like.

Holding my body as soft and warm as a little sun, she touched my head very seriously, as if I was the child, and asked me in a slow tone:

"are you tired?"

Ripples appeared on the dark water, circle after circle, silently rippling away into the distance.

"……A little."

"why?"

I put my arms around her.

"Because only children are not tired, and you will know when you grow up."

She thought about it for a long time, then raised her head and asked me:

"Will I be happy forever?"

"No one is ever happy."

I thought about it, and then said: "Sometimes I'm happy, sometimes I'm unhappy. Maybe the time of being happy is greater than the time of being unhappy, and it's also the other way around. That's how growing up is."

"But I will still grow up." The little girl said in a daze.

"No one doesn't grow up."

"Hey," she sighed, "it's so troublesome."

"Yeah, it's really troublesome." I laughed.

"May I go with you?"

The garden in full bloom with cherry blossoms is shrouded in a warm halo.

The little girl blinked her eyes at me, and her eyes fell on my hand.

"Not yet," she said, "You may not be waiting for someone, but someone is waiting for you."

As she spoke, she picked up the ball in her hand.

"Wait a minute." I stretched out my hand. When I did this, I felt a slight pulling sensation on my left hand. I looked down and saw a thin red thread wrapped around my ring finger at some point, round and round, like a tree. The annual rings are tightly entangled.

The little girl ran away, and the bright spring garden gradually melted away like ink.

"Wait, don't go."

The red silk thread was tightly wrapped around my hand, and while I was busy breaking free, I struggled to take a step forward.

"Don't go—"

The little girl holding the handball stopped slightly, stood on the boundary line between light and dark, and turned to look at me.

Tomorrow.

Her name is Asahi.

I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her very much.

I really miss her.

"Ascension to the sun!!"

The moon on the surface of the water plopped and sank into the bottomless darkness.

……

When I woke up, I felt someone grab my hand.

That person probably thought I had lost consciousness, so he didn't feel any pain, so he grabbed my hand very tightly. I felt that my phalanx was squeezed together by that force. If the other party exerted more force, my bones would be broken. up.

I hissed lightly, and the man's gaze swept over immediately, but he didn't let go of my hand.

"... Asahi?" Kibu Tsuji's voice was hoarse.

His face was pale and his red pupils were gloomy. Compared with the appearance I saw in the past, he was a little less angry and crazy, and a little more cruel and deep.

I avoided the scorching gaze, and found myself lying in a familiar dormitory, with thick cloth wrapped around my shoulders and neck, and it hurt even to move my body, as if it had been crushed by the wheels of a cart and put back together again, Every joint is incredibly fragile.

"..." I moved my throat, trying to speak, but my movement stretched the wound on my neck, and finally I only made a faint sound of air flow.

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi helped me to sit up, let me lean on his chest, picked up the wooden bowl and brought water to my mouth.

My dry throat seemed to be on fire, and I didn't care about anything else. I drank water too quickly and even choked a few times, and the water splashed onto my gorgeous and expensive clothes.

His clothes smelled of blood.

I hope it's just my blood.

After drinking the water, Wu Mi put down the wooden bowl.He touched my cheek, stroked my water-soaked hair behind my ears, stroked the uninjured place with his fingertips, and stared at my face seriously.

I lowered my eyelids and said nothing.

He suddenly lowered his head slightly, held my face in his hands, and kissed my temple hair.

The kiss was very light, but he stayed there for a long time, I could almost feel the warmth of his breath rushing to my ear, and I could feel his gradually tightening body.

I stayed there stiffly. After a long while, the soft rustling sound of the cloth was heard. He stepped back a little, and told me in a flat voice:

"You are still human."

I froze for a moment, then raised my head and looked at him without hesitation.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou sneered slightly, his eyes stayed on my face: "I didn't transform you into another existence."

At that time, I noticed the daylight outside.It was daytime, and the healthy Kimai Tsuji was sitting by the window. It was not at all obvious that he had been bedridden for many years not long ago, and I couldn't feel a weak breath from him.

I tried to say: "Are you... all right?"

His pupils looked perfectly normal, but I had no way of telling if it was just a disguise.

The young man with long black hair looks as beautiful as a peony in full bloom. Even if the hanging clothes are stained with blood, it only seems to add a bit of dangerous color to this person.

I realized where the difference was.

The familiar feeling of oppression returned.

The instinct of my body told me that the opposite creature could easily snap my neck and dig out my heart.

But it was he who brought me back.

The culprit who dragged me back from the underworld and prevented me from crossing over to the other shore is now holding me in his arms, slowly combing my long hair with his fingers, from the root to the end of the hair, holding me up from time to time cheek to inspect the wound on my neck.

Oni Wu Tsuji seemed to feel that I was very fragile, and the wound was no longer bleeding, but he stared at it with suspicious and hostile eyes, and his cold expression was very displeased, as if I was also partly guilty of refusing to give up my human identity.

It may be that the gap in strength is too large, or it may be that I feel tired, but I didn't struggle.

The bedroom was quiet, as if only me and him were there.

"...the village..." I said with difficulty, "how is that village?"

Oni Wu Tsuji paused slightly.

"Burn it," said the grim voice.

"... Burned?" I suddenly raised my head, but Kimai Tsuji refused to let me push him away.

"The maid is dead, and no one can be sure that she didn't pass on that prescription to others." Guiwu Tsuji's expression was merciless, and when he said the next words, there was no wave in his red eyes, as if it was just I am describing what I have seen and heard that is nothing more than ordinary.

"If there are still unconverted ghosts lurking in the village, it is the most effective way to burn them all. Whether it is a living person or a ghost that eats people, as long as they can move after being burnt, they should be tied to the sun. , never to suffer from future troubles."

He stared at the expression on my face and said cruelly, "Don't you want those monsters to eat other people?"

"If you want to cut the weeds and eradicate the roots, you have to do so. Temporary mercy will only lead to endless disasters."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou held my hand tightly, I felt my heart sinking, falling, as if it was going to fall to the bottom of the cold ocean, the blood in my whole body seemed to have lost its temperature, and even the voice in my ear Become illusory and distant.

"What about the doctor?"

I heard myself asking empty-handed.

Kibu Tsuji paused for a moment.

"He can't stay." The cold-blooded voice was still saying, "No one who knows that prescription can survive."

"...but I also know the prescription."

Suddenly, I didn't know where the strength was, I pushed Wu Mi away and stood up.His expression changed, and he reached out to grab me. I snapped his hand open, staggered to support the doorpost, turned and ran out.

I don't know where I want to go, the nightmare has no exit.

But I want to throw that voice away, throw the voice that calls me far away, where it can no longer be reached.

I felt blood oozing from the wound on my neck, and the blood dripped down the sleeves to the ground, but I didn't feel any pain. The bleak vision reflected the winding corridor, the dazzlingly white gravel, the distant The sky whirled above, and the whole world became a maze.

"Miss Ah Chao?"

I heard a gentle voice, a familiar figure stood beside the medicine hall, my blurry vision refocused, and the sloping ground found a support point of balance.

"How did you get out?"

The person who once fell in a pool of blood appeared in front of my eyes perfectly.

The doctor looked at me with concern, as if he wanted to reach out to support my crumbling body.

"You're not dead?" I said softly.

The person opposite showed a puzzled look.

"You're not dead." I laughed dryly and looked up.

Onimai Tsujimu miserably lied to me.

He lied to me.

If he didn't kill the doctor or burn down the village, if you think about it carefully, it's all loopholes. It doesn't need to go through so much trouble, and it's probably a lie.

I turned around and saw Wu Mi who was chasing me, a large cloud of mist suddenly appeared in my eyes.

"Is what you just said true?"

His pupils shrank slightly, he froze for a while, and replied:

"It's a lie."

I put a knife next to the pillow.

After finding the blue Higan flower, and after Onimai Tsuji started taking the medicine, I put a knife by the pillow.

If he becomes a man-eating ghost again, if he starts killing people again—

can i do it?

personally.

If I can do it if I set my mind to it, can I make up my mind?

In the end, what I put next to my pillow was just a small knife for cutting medicinal herbs.

—It wasn't the emotion of fear that tore open in my chest when I found out my fiancé had killed someone.

For a moment, I didn't even know who I was crying for, as if there was an insurmountable line that completely collapsed at that moment.

Today, that line is still there.

The red thread of fate wrapped around my left finger is still there today.

I covered my face, and big and big tears welled up in my eyes without warning.

"...no misery."

I whispered his name and finally burst into tears.

The author has something to say: I deleted the reminder that Asahi didn’t die at the end of the last chapter because I didn’t want to spoil it. As a result, everyone seemed to think that Asahi was dead, which made me very guilty, and even thought about pretending “Oh yes, Zhao Ri is dead." Then he handed out the bento confidently.

But my conscience held back my outline【.

感谢在2020-07-0310:08:45~2020-07-0509:23:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Yushanyu; 2 bottles of Dujie; 1 bottle of Yufeng and Pindaozi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!