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—However, the fact is.

Satoshi didn't say anything.

Because at this moment, he really didn't know what to ask now.

It's not that I don't know how to ask.

But don't know where to start.

The other party's words were too deliberate.

Brothers, real mushrooms, artifacts, memories, and I don’t know whether they mentioned Tomioka Yoshiyuki who had been suspicious all the time.

He said almost all of the people who could be mentioned, and his words were impeccable.

It's like a deliberate lie told to deceive him somewhere.

Because it is too strict, it is more like a lie.

From the ones he has seen to the ones he hasn't seen, he has a total of more than a dozen brothers and sisters in the past ten years.

Even Yiyong, who left at the latest, has been five or six years now.

The only thing he can judge from what this person said is righteousness and bravery, or that is the only thing he dares to believe.

But this is not the reason for him to believe in a "god" of unknown origin casually.

and so,

Sato raised his eyes, his face became calm, and said, "Ye Dou-kun."

"Is it a god born from a wish?"

"Yes!"

Waiting for Sato to think for a long time, Yato puffed up his chest, and proudly wanted to say something: "I am Yato..."

But Sato interrupted him directly: "But I never seem to have made any wish to you about seeing the deceased brother."

Yato was stunned, he didn't expect Sato to say that.

"Teleportation to get things, even monsters can do it." Sato said, "I won't attack again, you go away."

After speaking, he turned around calmly.

The Japanese sword at his waist swayed under his movements, leaving a strange arc, as if mocking Yato.

For a total of a few seconds, Yato still maintained the movement of patting his chest just now, and listened blankly to the footsteps of Satu going away.

Afterwards, the surroundings became silent, and Yato regained his composure, scratching the back of his head in frustration: "I don't want to see my brother...?"

Things seemed to be developing in a direction he didn't expect.

With Yato's sudden appearance, Satu's pace of going down the mountain has become much firmer.

I don't know how long it took for the sky to gradually light up, and it was only a short distance away, so Sato walked abruptly for half the night.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, in front of the originally closed wooden house, a person was standing there with his hands behind his back.

Satoshi stopped in his tracks.

"Master Lintaki..."

Mr. Ryotaki seemed to have been waiting for a while, and he looked over and nodded slightly after hearing his voice.

Rinaki left the next time: "I'm back."

Afterwards, Sato followed Mr. Ryotaki back to the wooden house—the place where he had lived for many years.

The wooden house has basically not changed, but there are some signs of aging.

Even the teacup that broke a corner when he was fighting with Yoshiyuki Shinko when he was a child is still there.

The traces of growth are like this teacup, the horns are broken and can never return to the original shape.

Satoshi and Mr. Ryotaki sat opposite each other in front of the fire, the pink-haired boy raised his head seriously and reported to him the current battle report of the Demon Slayer Squad, which reminded Ryotaki that he came back from the final selection not long ago Tanjiro.

That time, it was the same scene.

"yes……"

Ryotaki Sakinji also muttered softly after Satoshi finished talking about the situation: "Onimai Tsujimu, have you lost three Twelve Onizuki?"

The battle situation has not changed for a hundred years, and three Twelve Ghost Moons were eliminated within a few days.

This is indeed... the good news that people can't even rejoice.

Sabito on the opposite side didn't speak.

The stove next to it was bursting with sparks, and Rinaki Sakonji suddenly recalled that when he went to order a box for Tanjiro not long ago, the carpenter mentioned that Saito had also come not long ago.

"Is it the help of that ghost?"

Sato was stunned and raised his head: "Master..."

But Zuo Rinaki's eyes were very calm for the last time.

Sabito: "Yes."

He lowered his head again, and tried his best to calm down his tone: "My lord wants me to come to you, and the purpose of my words is to ask you about this matter."

"That ghost looks exactly like Yi Yong..."

Sabito gritted his teeth, and said:

"Do you think people will come back to life after death? Lost all the memories of life, but with all the habits and personalities of life, even clothes and disaster relief fox face..."

"Do you think..."

Sabito spoke without confidence, and the silver eyes showed confusion that he had never seen before.

"Should I trust him?"

Now that I'm really dead, I don't know who to trust.

He wanted to say he believed it, but he didn't dare.

He was afraid.

In fact, when Yato said those words, he just believed them.He even wanted to ask directly what he meant.

After Yiyong died, he became Fu Sangshen and survived. Zhenmu went to the hidden place of the gods and lost his memory. What happened.

He won't, at least not easily believe a false answer.

But neither is it easy to dismiss a potentially true answer.

But he couldn't believe it.

Because if you believe it, it means that Yi Yong has stepped forward again, and it also means that Zhenmu has been with Master for many years and is using various methods to join the battle.

But I only feel sorry for myself.

Zhenmu's death was inevitable for him.

They are not at the same time, no matter what, I can't save her, but Yiyong is different.

If it was me who stood up at that time, perhaps the one who stood up as the water column at this time was righteous courage.

I am a coward.

What you get is something that doesn't belong to you.

Although on the surface it doesn't care at all and intersects well with the other columns.

But in fact, only he himself knows how much he cares about surviving in the dark night.

After the snow mountain trip, he actually regretted it countless times.

Regretting that the ghost shouldn't have become Twelve Kizuki, he went to Kimai Tsuji's subordinates.

The conclusion of "he is righteous and courageous" began to appear in his mind, and he began to care about whether the ghost would be discovered and killed by Guiwu Tsuji.

Even in his dreams, he would see the picture of when the hand ghost slaughtered Yiyong at that time.

The hand ghost's face was replaced by the face of Mr. Tsukihiko at that time.

Blood splattered, then woke up with a start.

He did it wrong.

If it is righteousness, then righteousness will die.

He regretted it.

After the blanket was snatched away by someone who appeared suddenly, Giyuu sat on the tatami in a daze for a long time without recovering.

Yi Wozuo, who just came back from the outside, saw him, violently pulled him out by the back of his neck like a cat, and provocatively said that he would fight.

As a result, Xiao Yiyong was completely out of shape in a daze, his body didn't get bigger, and he was beaten frequently.

Yiwozuo felt bored, clicked his tongue, and dropped Xiao Yiyong on the ground: "Boring guy."

Xiao Yiyong, who is still aggrieved and misses the blanket, noticed that Yiwozuo was going out, because he was already bored and wanted to find the blanket thief, so he immediately got up.

Patting the dust off his body, he quickly caught up with Yiwozuo.

Xiao Yiyong: "Your Excellency Yiwozuo."

"Dawn will break in a little while, and the sun will appear."

He raised his head kindly to remind.

Yiwozuo didn't look sideways: "Ha, of course I know."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Idiot." Yi Wozuo said so, then folded his arms and glanced at the railway tracks below the mountain.

"Can't ride?"

Xiao Yiyong:?

He looked at the railway tracks in confusion, as if he had never seen the world, "Take a train?"

Isn't that what humans do?

On a long train, human beings gather and run on the rails, with little room for movement and no way for human beings to escape. This should be the best cradle for man-eating ghosts.

I used to wonder if the ghosts were stupid, why didn't they attack the train, and even thought that the ghosts were country bumpkins from deep mountains and old forests, and they didn't know about the train at all.

It turns out that ghosts can also ride trains?

"Nonsense, do you think ghosts are really idle and sleep like you all day long?" Yi Wozuo saw his doubts, dropped a sentence abruptly and teleported away from the spot.

"If you come, hurry up and follow me."

Xiao Yiyong responded, and then took a quick step, but he paused again before leaving.

Then he quickly ran back to the house, and took out the black trench coat that Sato gave him.

Of course, he didn't forget to set up a barrier outside Ji Guoyuanyi's room, so that he would know immediately if someone came in.

By the way, he also took the blood that Tong Mo gave him.

As soon as he saw Wu Mi's blood, he suddenly remembered that Wu Mi had asked him where the birth house was.

Why didn't he ask again after so long?

Do you have doubts about him because of what happened to your last lord?

Although he felt strange, he just shrugged his shoulders, put the matter behind him and quickly followed Yiwozuo.

It's just that Tomioka Yoshiyuki didn't expect that this trip by car would make him fall asleep on it.

And in his sleep, he could see the memories that he had sealed for a long time.