After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

Being alive is a lonely thing.

Standing in front of Kamado Tanjiro's tombstone, Ozzy realized this matter again.

Snowflakes were piled on the cold tombstone, and he couldn't feel a trace of cold, only the name carved as if it penetrated into the bone marrow made him feel the emptiness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Yes, emptiness.

Kamado Tanjiro was the last human being whom he called a friend.

Now this friend has also left.

"He kept saying he was sorry when he left." Under the big tree not far from the tombstone, a beautiful woman with long hair was holding an umbrella, looking at the tombstone in front of Ozzy.

Ozzy didn't look back, he smelled that smell, it was the stench of ghosts, so he recognized the person coming: "Nezuko."

Nezuko is Tanjiro's younger sister, a human infected by ghosts.

Nezuko approached him, squatted in front of the tombstone, and placed the small white flower she picked under Tanjiro's name.

"He said he was sorry for not being able to spend more time with you."

She said softly while wiping the snowflakes that fell from the sky.

But the snowflakes can't be wiped clean. They fall continuously, taking away the last trace of heat from the ground.

"It's okay," Ozzy replied, "I've always been the one left, I'm used to it."

He did not mourn, and calmly accepted his friend's departure.

Humans are not like vampires, they are all mortal.

Since he realized that he likes to get along with human beings and enjoy the kindness and joys and sorrows that only human beings have, he is ready to say goodbye to them.

It's just that Ozzy didn't expect that once a person walking alone felt the warmth, he would no longer be able to bear the biting cold.

"Nezuko, will you die too?" Oz lowered his head and looked at the squatting girl next to his legs, "You are a ghost."

Ghosts live a long time, Oz thought.

Nezuko shook her head, "No, I will leave too."

She stands up, wrapping Oz under her umbrella.

The snowflakes were separated, and in the small space, they looked at each other.

"The war is over, and I'm the last ghost in the world. People don't accept ghosts, they can't accommodate me, so I will leave after taking care of my brother's child for a while."

Nezuko knew what Oz was thinking, so when she saw Oz's slightly disappointed eyes, she smiled.

"Oz, I am not your connection to this world," many people have said to Oz, but she still repeated this fact, full of her own blessings to this lonely blood, "I I can't accompany you, but you will definitely find the person you have been waiting for."

But to Nezuko's surprise, Ozzy didn't look expectant as usual.

Ozzy is a strange blood family, he has unknown origin, wears luxurious clothes, and his hair is always neat and smooth, but he is very interested in the food made by commoners.

During a ghost hunting operation, Mizuzuki and Tanjiro met Ozzy who pinched the ghost by the neck and brought the ghost to the sun.

He was wearing white gloves, and when the ghost was annihilated in his palm, he threw the gloves into the fire in disgust.

Seeing the unconcealable nervousness and consternation on the faces of Mizuzuka and Tanjiro, Ozzy explained to them calmly: "He stinks too much, if he is your prey, I'm sorry."

Then, Tanjiro noticed that Ozzy's eyes were on the box behind him.

"Aren't you the ghost killing team? I heard your name from the farmers at the foot of the mountain."

It was later that Oz learned that Tanjiro was carrying his sane sister Nezuko on his back.

In short, Ozzy, who became a non-staff member of Tanjiro's team, spent a long time with them in this way.

Ozzy often conjures a white rose out of nowhere and gives it to someone he likes. He is always generous in praising everything in the world. incoming temperature.

Ozzy said that he likes to be in the crowd, but people will always be intimidated by his unchanging appearance for many years.

He didn't want to transform human beings into the same kind. The life span of blood races was too long, and it would make human beings slowly lose their innate emotions.

So he was unwilling to hug, feed on the blood of animals, and squeezed himself into the crowd of people, dreaming of a human being with a long life who could accompany him through every cold winter.

But now, Ozzy doesn't look forward to it.

Those beautiful and gentle eyes were full of exhaustion, and the boundless white snow left him at a loss.

Ozzy raised his hand, and at some point he had put on a pair of white gloves again.

He raised his slender fingertips to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and then closed his eyes.

"Tanjiro said he likes roses, I know he's just following my wishes to comfort me."

"But I decided to give him this."

Ozzy's calm expression put on a smile, and he said goodbye to his friend for the last time.

Rose branches stretched out from around Oz, and they quickly occupied the area within the field of vision, dyeing the pale earth brilliant red.

The roses exuding vitality are thriving, and no one except Nezuko will know where they come from, just like Ozzy who suddenly came to their lives.

Ozzy took out a pendant from his pocket, a delicately carved bottle hung on a sterling silver chain, and inside the bottle was a small seed.

He put the pendant in Nezuko's hand: "Plant it in a rose, when it blooms white petals, when I smell its fragrance, I will come back here, if you leave at that time, I will help you take care of Tanjirou's offspring."

"Where are you going?" Seeing the person walking into the snow, Nezuko didn't stop him.

Ozzy's footsteps did not stop, his fingertips slid across the stamens of the roses, and the flowers showed their most beautiful side to him as if they did not want him to leave, trying to keep the blond young man.

"I'm so tired, Nezuko," he raised his head, "maybe I will find a resting place, it may be an old castle, it may be in the deep sea of ​​Antarctica, or it may be just a simple coffin under the cross."

"Anyway, goodbye, Nezuko."

"Goodbye, my friends."

A gust of wind blew from nowhere and rolled up the rose petals, and the petals surrounded Ozzy, wrapping him in the very center.

The wind blew up Ozzy's clothes, and his neat cashmere coat was stained with a mischievous petal that wanted to leave, so he smiled softly, pinched it on his fingertips and kissed it, then let go, let It floats back to the ground with the wind.

Nezuko seemed to hear Oz's low sigh.

"I'll miss you too."

Then, Ozzy disappeared among the flying petals.

This blood race who loves human beings and longs for companionship finally chose to sleep forever. Apart from this beautiful rose, he has no connection with the world anymore.

The last blood race in the world hid its whereabouts and disappeared from human sight.

But the rumors about him, about the seed that was left behind, have been passed down from generation to generation.

until--

The eyelashes of the sleeping man trembled slightly, and the moonlight fell on his eyebrows, softly calling out to this blood race who had been quiet for a hundred years.

Accompanied by the vague scent at the tip of his nose, the blood race felt something, his fan-like eyelashes slowly opened, and small ice beads fell from his eyes.

That's right, before his long sleep, he came to this isolated place.

It is covered by snow all year round, there is no vegetation, and there is no summer.

He built an ice coffin for himself, and emptied himself after lying down.

The eternal sleep of the blood race is like this, just burying themselves in the dark night, imitating the peaceful sleep of human beings.

Ozzy brushed away the snow all over his body, and stood up from the ice coffin.

The scent of white roses became stronger and stronger, which made Ozzy realize that the seeds he left for Nezuko had bloomed.

Thin lips slightly raised, Ozzy raised his hand, and his fingertips were filled with golden light. The magic that had not been used for a long time did not give him a sense of unfamiliarity. In just a moment, he locked the position of the flower.

So his hand quickly swiped down, creating a crack in the air in front of him.

Oz stepped into the tunnel that opened up for him.

However, when he completely landed on the ground, he only saw a solitary branch among the flowers.

His white rose was cut in half, and the person who did it seemed to have calculated the time of his arrival, and there was not even a trace of extra smell in the air for him to track.

"Nezuko?" Oz looked around blankly, but got no response.

Yokohama Park in the evening is not considered lively. The rumors of zombies in recent days have made most people choose to go home early after get off work, and there are occasional insects in the quiet garden.

Oz stood like this among the flowers, his eyes drooping as he hid his smile.

Nezuko is gone.

He vaguely guessed the ending.

But who is here to wake him up?Why did the ghosts that were clearly hunted and killed back then leave a smell on this land?

In short, let's find a few ghosts and ask them first.

With a blank expression on his face, Ozzy walked towards the place with the strongest smell.

On the coast of Yokohama, a group of men in black suits looked at each other around a black object.

Right in front of their eyes, the crazy guy fell to the ground after being shot more than a dozen times, and then turned into dust and floated into the air.

"Is he, is he a zombie..." One of them rolled his Adam's apple and smiled ugly.

No one answered him.

No one found the bloody back of his hand hidden behind his back.

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"When a Literary Hero Is Forced into Court Tricks"

This article is also known as "Sad Love: The Cruel Emperor's Pretty Concubine"

Little Tiger Concubine: So the current situation is that we have fallen into the dream of a person with supernatural powers, and we must successfully attack this person with supernatural abilities in order to escape smoothly.

Concubine Hat (with a strange look): As an aside, how did you restore your memory?

Delicate and weak concubine (coughing violently): Here, next...cough cough cough!Absolutely no such nasty things with men!

Concubine Hat: That's it.

Little Tiger Concubine (face flushed): We bumped into each other accidentally, and then I remembered. (Muttering)...Anyway, the condition for regaining memory is to be kissed by that man, and Mr. Nakaya must have kissed him too.

Princess Hat: Shut up!I have to find a way to let the mackerel recover (la) recover (ta) remember (xia) remember (shui)!He wants to be a demon concubine who will bring disaster to the country!horrible!Too spicy for the eyes!

Concubine Zai, who was alone and fragrant, smiled softly: Everyone calling me?

A fierce battle, an out-of-control ability, and a banquet of intrigue!Who will win the final victory in the competition? !

In the brightly lit harem, the faces of the concubines were gloomy, with fierce eyes, planning those unknown plans in their hearts...

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I am an unknown emperor, guarding a small country. I don't know why my harem is full of men, and even the ministers don't think there is anything wrong.

But the concubines came to greet me with murderous eyes every day, and I didn't even dare to say the suggestion of sending them home, woo woo woo!

Are you concubines or killers sent by the country next door!

I don't want to be the emperor anymore!

[Sand Glyph, please don't take it seriously! ! 】