It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

So how did it develop into what it is now?

The black-haired youth once thought about this very seriously.

He knelt and sat on the ground, beside his feet was a disemboweled corpse in a miserable state of death. The sticky and warm blood was left all over the ground, seeping into the ground silently, and the sparse weeds around it were also stained with stars. Little spots of blood turned into unsightly dark brown spots over time, silently telling what kind of tragedy happened here.

For humans, the bloody smell that should be a stench is extremely sweet and fragrant in his nose, and the rotting viscera scattered all over the place has an almost irresistible attraction, which almost makes him unable to look away.

The bright red warm blood was still flowing on his hand, and the sticky feeling in his mouth almost fascinated him.

When he suddenly realized what he had done, everything could not be undone.

His hands were already stained with blood, and his soul was entwined with deep sin.

How did it all come to this?The black-haired young man kneeling in front of the wreckage thought absently.

Probably, it started when he killed the doctor?

In fact, Yue Yan didn't quite remember why he wanted to kill that doctor.He clearly knew that there was something wrong with the medicine, but he still swallowed it without hesitation.

The mutation in his body was the result of his own suffering.

But he is really not reconciled, not reconciled that his life is fleeting like a mayfly, not reconciled that he can only stay in such a short moment in the life of a god.

The strange medicine fulfilled his wish, and Yueyan obtained a power far beyond that of ordinary humans, and the stubborn illness he had been driving since childhood was completely dissipated under the effect of the medicine.

The black-haired young man thought that this was the perfect ending, that he could stay by the god's side forever, and he no longer had to worry about birth, old age, sickness and death.

But God seemed to punish him for his greed, for his delusional thoughts about gods that he shouldn't have, and after giving him what he wanted most, he mercilessly deprived him of more important items.

Tsukihiko, can no longer touch the sun.

His skin was as pale as snow, and would burn and melt like snow in the sun.

The black-haired young man really couldn't remember what he was thinking at that time, he could only vaguely remember the boundless and endless anger spewing out like a volcanic eruption in his heart.

He found the doctor, and when he completely calmed down from his anger, the doctor had collapsed in front of him beyond recognition, with dirty and sticky blood all over the floor.

It would have been nice if I had just left.

Yue Yan thought about it more than once later.

However, at that time, he seemed to be bewitched, and stepped on the "front line" that must never be crossed.

Since then, there is no turning back.

Just like Adam and Eve who were tempted by the snake to eat the apple, once he took such a taboo step, he would never be able to keep company with humans.

He is a man-eating ghost, an unforgivable villain.

Tsukihiko once thought that as long as he drank that bowl of medicine, the gap between him and the gods would be infinitely narrowed, and he could justifiably stand beside Kamado Tanjiro, without worrying about the road straddling them. Love your moat.

However, this is just a merciless mockery of fate.After giving him hope, he ruthlessly and indifferently placed a greater barrier in front of him. When he suddenly discovered this fact, he could no longer stand side by side with the gods.

The black-haired youth didn't dare to go out at all.

When the daytime becomes a luxury, the scorching sun will make his eyes burn like fire even if he looks at it from a distance.

He became a monster that could only be seen at night.

However, what makes Yueyan feel fear from the bottom of his heart is his eager desire for human flesh.

His soul rejoiced at the savory fragrance of the flowing blood, and his flesh rejoiced at the viscous, dirty blood in his mouth.

Therefore, after every feast, the black-haired young man seemed to suddenly realize what kind of stupid thing he had done, and stumbled away with his body covered in blood.

However, when he ran back to his room in a panic, looking at the clothes that were almost dyed black, a thought that he must not be discovered by Vulcan suddenly exploded in his mind.

He clumsily tried to cover up what he had done—burned his blood-stained clothes and washed all the dirt off his body.

He used the bitter smell of medicine to cover up the lingering smell of blood on his body, and the fragrance of wisteria to cover up the stench that filled the room.

Tsukihiko actually didn't know what would happen to Tanjirou Kamado when he found out.In other words, he was subconsciously avoiding a certain possibility.

Even a little imagination can make the black-haired youth feel cold and trembling all over, almost completely suffocating in that boundless despair.

But—has it really been hidden?

Kagami gently encircled him from behind, and Tanjiro Kamado's warm breath came from his ears.Perhaps it was his illusion, the god seemed to be a little tough just now.

No one knew how nervous and fearful the black-haired young man was at that moment, how much effort he had to restrain himself, and not push Vulcan away by mistake.

He heard the trembling voice of the god, and there seemed to be something overflowing in those crimson eyes that seemed to be full of sparks, and he couldn't help but choke his breath.

"Don't lie to me." The god said to him, as if praying.

He avoided his eyes, not daring to meet those eyes again.

"Hmm." He seemed unable to do anything other than utter such weak syllables.

"I won't lie to you." Even Yue Yan himself would not believe this sentence.

The black-haired young man didn't dare to look at the expression on Kamado Tanjirou's face at the moment, but the warm temperature on his body gradually faded away, leaving only the cold air silently blocking the two of them.

As if trying to cover up something, Kamado Tanjiro said a few meaningless words to him and left in a hurry.

The look the god gave him before leaving made the black-haired young man's teeth tremble slightly, as if his soul was trembling.

Was discovered.

He had never realized this fact so clearly.

It is impossible to hide everything he has done from Tanjiro who is a god.

Everything he did was like a child clumsily and ignorantly covering up the wrong things he had done, trying to use such crude techniques to hide the truth from adults, trying to escape punishment in vain.

But as everyone knows, the adults have already seen through all his disguises silently, and are just waiting for him to admit it.

In the dark and gloomy environment, the black-haired youth laughed silently.That kind of desperate laughter stuffed his lungs, it sounded like the deep roar of a monster, terrifying, but it also made people feel unreasonably sad in their hearts.

He still has a chance, the black-haired youth thought.

He heard from the doctor that an extremely rare medicinal material was missing from the medicine.As long as he can find the legendary blue Bana flower, he can save everything and stay by Vulcan's side.

However, even if he crushed the doctor's head, wanting to squeeze out every trace of brain cells, he still couldn't get any news about the flower.

The blue Bianhua, as if it really does not exist in this world, there is no way to detect its traces.

The night was icy cold, and the cold air spread up the calves that were close to the ground, almost freezing the black-haired youth to death.

The person in front of him had already breathed his last in panic and pain, and the completely cold flesh and blood no longer exuded a fresh breath, just like leftovers that had gone cold, they would only end up being discarded.

Tsukihiko stood up slowly.He didn't really dislike the mud mixed with blood, his hands were covered with cold and dried blood anyway.

Broken flesh and blood still remained around his mouth, and the sweet smell in his mouth hadn't completely dissipated. That kind of wonderful smell made the black-haired young man despise himself, but at the same time couldn't help being deeply infatuated with it.

Just like those hopeless addicts, once obsessed, they can no longer give up this unprecedented taste.

It's time for him to go back.

Tsukihiko thought of the stiff body of the activity, not even looking at the innocent passer-by who was abandoned by him and died tragically on the street.

Unfortunately, he was never able to move a step.

"Tsukihiko...?"

The extremely familiar voice exploded in his ears like thunder, and the black-haired young man stood there blankly, his mind went blank for a moment, and only one thought remained in his mind.

He was found.

His crimes were exposed in front of the gods without any cover.

The clogs stepped on the ground, and the "da da" sound of lightly touching the stone slab was like the drumbeat of a death row prisoner before execution. It seemed to be stepping on Yue Yan's heart hard, almost making him unable to breathe.

He turned around in a daze, the original white clothes were covered with dried crimson blood, dirty blood stains remained on his face, and there was still a piece of unswallowed meat in his mouth, which was so embarrassingly stuck on his chest. Throat, unable to move.

"Tanjiro..."

He stared blankly at Vulcan squatting in front of the dead man, with a compassionate expression, and gently closed his eyes for the unrepentant man. He didn't dislike the dirty internal organs scattered on the ground at all, trying to piece together a complete body as much as possible.

But how to fight together?

After all, he had already eaten almost nothing left?

"Tanjiro, listen to me—" Tsukihiko eagerly wanted to stretch out his hand and grab the god in front of him, but he was speechless after seeing clearly what was stained on his hand.

Vulcan looked at him, without the sadness and shock imagined by the black-haired youth, without the imagined questioning.Those eyes, which were always gentle, were extremely cold at the moment, like an invisible sharp knife, stabbing hard into his heart, stabbing him with bruises all over his body.

That was the endless resentment and anger that he had never seen before.

"What are you doing?" Vulcan approached him step by step, his reason was clamoring, and his instinct was roaring to make him run away, but the black-haired young man was still stubbornly fixed in place, watching the god's originally calm and indifferent expression being replaced by anger and anger. Resentment takes hold.

"Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Mi!" Countless gorgeous flames spewed out in an instant, and the gloomy alley was almost as bright as day in an instant.

Roaring so furiously, Vulcan rushed towards him.

——Finally, Kamado Tanjiro understood why there was always a strange sense of familiarity when looking at the face of the black-haired young man.

—Because he is the king of ghosts.

Ghost dance Tsuji is not miserable.