"Mr. Tanjiro...?" 'Kaodo Tanjiro' rubbed his eyes, sleepy.

His brain was as dull as if it had been muddled with rice paste. He shook his head, and it took him a long time to see the figure in front of him clearly.

"Did you sleep well?" Tanjiro raised his hand and gently pinched the boy's soft cheek.

"The train has arrived."

"Eh?!" This sentence is much more useful than the gentle pain on the cheek, 'Kaomen Tanjiro' turned over and sat up in shock, if Tanjiro hadn't reacted fast enough, he would have bumped into that hard head.

"Already arrived at the station?!" He hurriedly looked out the window, the dim light on the train platform was shining faintly, and he had indeed arrived at his destination.

"What about the ghost?!" His eyes widened in disbelief, "And the passengers—"

"The ghost has been wiped out by me." Tanjiro explained unhurriedly as he pushed the startled boy back onto the chair.

"The passengers in the car have all left, Mr. Purgatory and the others hurried back to the Ghost Killing Squad."

"Now you are awake too, take a rest and we will get off."

"And—" Tanjiro put his fingers together, and lightly tapped on the young man's forehead.

"Well, did you sleep well?"

"Ah!" Clutching his head and taking a few steps back, Tanjiro stared at the smiling young man with wide eyes.

"I don't remember much about the dream," he said truthfully.

"But I think it should be a very warm and happy dream."

It's like soaking in warm water, it's warm and soft, as if even the soul wants to be immersed.

"I see." Tanjiro nodded, not surprised by the boy's situation.

"That's enough."

There is no need to indulge in illusory happiness, and there is no need to face the cruel reality after happiness.

Just remember that feeling of warmth and happiness that can almost make people cry, just remember that there was someone who walked with you.

****

"It's really interesting." 'Ghost Dance Tsuji Wucan' raised his lips, and the two pairs of bright red pupils collided fiercely in the air, rubbing invisible sparks.

"Are you me from another world?"

Still maintaining a female mimicry, 'Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Mi' squinted his eyes, his sharp and aggressive facial features intertwined with light and dark under the dim light of Infinite City.

The same brutal and ruthless aura intertwined and fought in the Infinite City, sawdust splashed and gravel scattered, and most of the Infinite City was destroyed in the blink of an eye, but it was quickly repaired under the power of 'Wu Mi'.

"What do you mean?" 'Wu Mi' turned cold.

He was the one who lost his composure first, his luxurious and exquisite kimono was torn apart in the blink of an eye, and the bone whip, which looked hideous and strange, like piles of carrion, waved in the air, rushing menacingly at another ghost king opposite.

"Could it be that I in another world are so kind and want to help those disturbing bedbugs get rid of me?"

'Wu Mi' raised his lips, his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, "I didn't expect you to be so useless."

"Shoumeng should have been killed by the heir to Breath of the Sun?" Even thinking of the figure that was [-] similar to Ji Guoyuan, 'Wu Mi' was already trembling with fear.

"I don't know what kind of ecstasy that guy gave you." The self in another world in front of him is able to allow others to stick the solar knife directly on his neck-even though strictly speaking, there is no one in this world except Sunshine, there is nothing that can make the ancestor of ghosts die.

"You are such a waste." He sneered unceremoniously.

"It really insults the title of ghost king."

"Also better than a rat in the gutter like you."

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan pursed his lips tightly, and the dark clouds rolled in his eyes that were also as red as blood.

He still remembered what Tanjiro said before he left.

The flame god quietly watched the fleshy tentacles that gradually turned into fly ash and dispersed in the air, and suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the black-haired youth beside him.

"Yueyan, I'm very glad."

Tanjiro didn't finish his sentence, but Wu Mi understood what the gods had to say.

He was very grateful that everything had been killed before the disaster happened, and he was even more grateful that the sins borne by Wuyou in this world could be reduced by a few points.

"Yueyan, can you find the 'Wu Mi' in this world?"

Kamado Tanjirou turned his head, his crimson eyes were still amazingly bright even under the dim light.

"Can I leave the rest to you?"

Wu Mi didn't answer, but just stared at Tanjirou's eyes full of lights, pursed his mouth tightly and said nothing.

"Okay." It took a long time——Tanjirou couldn't tell how long it had been, it seemed that the train was about to arrive at the station, and the lights were shaking in front of his eyes, and it seemed very short, he was only in the blink of an eye.

"Okay." Wu Mi nodded, "Leave that guy to me."

If this is Tanjiro your wish.

"Why—" 'Wu Mi' tightly clutched his severed right arm, which was wriggling and growing, with a sinister expression.

He doesn't understand, why is it 'Wu Mi', this guy is better than himself?

"Are you someone who has eaten more?" he speculated.

The person on the opposite side is definitely not looking neat at the moment, the white suit that was originally smooth and comfortable was stained gray by the splashing dust, and it seems that there are small holes winding on it at a glance.

But it is definitely much better than 'Wu Mi' - the poor conceited ghost king, not only the kimono on his body is almost shredded into strips, barely hanging on his body, but also his face and body are scattered with his own warmth Hot, stinking ghost blood.

Should not be ah.

He was almost mad with envy.

Why are you both miserable, and it's also because that damned quack doctor turned into a shady ghost, but you can be stronger than me?

"We are obviously the same person, why don't you choose to join me and look for the blue flower of the other side together?"

The wounds on his body quickly healed under the power of ghosts, and even serious injuries like a broken arm can be recovered in the blink of an eye.

Oni Wu Tsuji is innocent and seductive, and wants to convince the person opposite, "Don't we want to live, don't we want to never be threatened by death again?"

"We are the same, and no one understands your fear better than I do."

The person who knows you best must also be yourself.

'Ghost dance Tsuji no misery' is full of confidence.

As long as there is a threat called death, there must be a steady stream of people for him to use.

Just like the original winding one.

And because of this, he hated ghost killing teams one after another so much, as if they were not afraid of death.

"I did fear death - that hasn't changed even now."

The black-haired man seemed to be moved by 'Wu Mi', he lowered his arms slightly, and the disgusting lumps of flesh crawling and wriggling in the infinite city gradually subsided.

"But there's one thing you're mistaken about."

'Wu Mi' hadn't had time to show a smile, the lingering wind that approached the door hurt his eyes, and the bone whip covered with sharp barbs almost brushed against his cheek.

"I'm different from you."

Onimai Tsuji retorted in a low voice, "Don't compare me to a waste like you."

He suddenly raised his hand, and the smile on his mouth suddenly made Wu Mi's heart drop.

"Although I disdain to be compared with a waste like you, it is undeniable that we still have a lot in common."

For example, this infinite city is mostly run by Naruto's vampire art.

"Guess, can my blood control the ghosts in this world?"

"Madman!" Suddenly realizing what he wanted to do in another world, 'Wu Mi' opened his eyes wide, hurriedly mobilized the ghost blood flowing in Naruto's body, trying to remedy it.

However, he is destined to be one step behind the black-haired man.

Naruto, who was hiding somewhere in the infinite city, suddenly turned purple all over her body, like a balloon that was forcibly inflated. In the blink of an eye, the pieces of meat shattered and splashed, and the dirty and smelly blood stained the unknown corners of the infinite city, black and dark. Redness, no one knows.

The maintainer of the Infinite City died, so how could the Infinite City, which was originally built by blood ghosts, continue to exist.

The broken sawdust was scattered, the majestic beams and columns were broken, the gorgeous houses collapsed, and dust was scattered.

"Do you think I'll let you escape?"

Wu Mi stepped forward suddenly, holding the bone whip behind him tightly, looking flustered.'Wu Mi' who wanted to escape in a hurry.

"Die."

He looked ruthless, pressing down on the struggling 'Wu Mi' who wanted to escape, almost gnashing his molars.

go to hell.

You who are so vile and cowardly.

go to hell.

I used to be photophobic like a mouse.

"How can I be like you?"

In the early morning light, 'Wu Mi' roared angrily, wanting to break free from his shackles, and also wanted to avoid the already precariously touched sunlight as much as possible.

He wanted to protect the inside from the sun by building a protective wall, and wanted to tear the guy who prevented him from escaping severely—but as he himself said, they were still one person in essence, with all their thoughts Being guessed, all moves are resolved.

The black-haired man watched his former self disappear in the sun without changing his expression.He tightened his lips, letting the sun pour on his body, and the gloomy breath lingered.

"I'm not like you," he repeated.

He is no longer afraid of the sun, and there is nothing in the world that can erase him.

and--

He raised his head, and the ghost's excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly capture the red figure running fast in the distance, and he could even see every strand of flying crimson hair clearly.

and--

The tight corners of his mouth were relaxed, and he folded his hands in Wu Cang's arms, standing where he was bored.

I am different from you.

I have someone who is always by my side, and someone who is waiting for me to go back.

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感谢在2021-05-1422:04:32~2021-05-1619:14:11期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Junshan Island;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: zzz10 bottles;

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

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