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Satoshi's conversation with her mother-in-law ended up being nothing.

He couldn't explain the misunderstanding, after all, he really brought the man back in the middle of the night.You can't just say he's a ghost.

That sucks.

would cause panic.

Although the Wisteria family is a family of martial arts and almost everyone is good at martial arts, ghosts are still a hidden danger to them.

As a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Team, Sato's responsibility is to kill evil spirits, and he can't tell about the fact that he has a ghost with him.

That's not good for him, and it's not good for the ghost killing team.

So even if it was a misunderstanding, it doesn't matter.

The ghost really needs a reason to live here, after all.

and……

Sabito stood at the door, the moonlight was shining on his haori and pink hair, looking out of the window, his silver eyes caught a glimpse of the black-haired man in the room who was boredly looking at the ceiling.

——This ghost seemed very bored, and was shaking the disaster-dispelling fox face in his hand.

Before finding out who this ghost is, Sato doesn't want to have too much interaction with him.

After all, if we make up another identity for this ghost, there will be too many entanglements, and communication will be inevitable.

That's a bit too redundant, and Satoshi doesn't want to talk to him at all.

So it's not impossible.

Anyway, as a swordsman of the Ghost Killing Team, it is quite normal for ghosts to threaten them with phantoms of important people when performing tasks.

Sato lowered his eyes and retracted his gaze, let go of the opaque black cloth that he had tightly placed on the doors and windows, turned around and left the place.

—Anyway, he didn't care about the ghost at all.

The next day.

The House of Wisteria Flowers.

When Tomioka Yoshiyuki woke up, he found that someone had covered the doors and windows of his room with a black cloth.

The cloth is really black.

There was no light coming through, and the room was extremely dark.

This also led to Tomioka Yoshiyuki still wondering why the crows were screaming in the middle of the night when he was woken up by the noisy crows outside in the morning.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the room was dark.

This made Yoshiyuki Tomioka feel a little strange.

The deadly point of ghosts is sunlight—he cannot shine in the sun, and must hide if he does not want to die.

But it doesn't matter that he's actually hiding in the house.

It turned out that someone actually covered the opaque cloth in order to prevent the possibility of a little bit of sunlight leaking in.

Who would do this?

Is it the pink-haired Demon Slayer Squad swordsman?

After thinking about it, Tomioka Yoshiyuki still doubted his own judgment.

Although the swordsman is the only one in this house who knows that he is a ghost—but he is so fierce, is it possible that he is such a caring person?

Obviously he scolded me last night.

Although he muttered in his heart, Tomioka Yoshiyuki still added a little more favorability to Saito.

After that, I picked up the fox face that fell to the ground at some time and picked it up to see if it was damaged.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka checks the mask every day and puts it on.

Although he himself has disliked the mask for being too ugly many times, he has never taken it off on any day.

This is something that must not be lost.

But in the end he didn't know why.

Maybe the word is like a fishbone stuck in the throat, yes, like a fishbone stuck in the throat, it hurts but can't be pulled out, he can't say it even if he wants to.

It's hard, but it's okay.

If you can't say it, it means you forgot.

——The same sentence, forgetting to explain is not important, he will not care at all.

Putting on the mask, Tomioka Yoshiyuki tidied up the crumpled haori. He couldn't see anything in the dark room. After pursing his lips, he had to sneak to the door and try to open a little window.

The room is so dark, what should I do if I fall while walking without a candle?

Turn it on a little bit, just for lighting.

He will not be exposed to the sun.

But suddenly, a familiar roar came from outside the door.

"What are you doing in there?!"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki paused when he heard the voice.

Satoshi vigorously opened the curtains but still controlled the sunlight from coming in. He entered the room with a little anger on his face.

"You guy, do you want to die?"

Tomioka: "I didn't."

He replied subconsciously, and unconsciously stepped back with his upper body for fear that he would punch him in the face.

For some reason, Tomioka just felt a dull pain on the left side of his face when he saw him.

It's better to stay far away.

"you--"

Seeing the calm look of the black-haired boy in front of him, he was so angry from the bottom of his heart that he stepped forward to question him.

Before he could speak, he found that the person in front of him leaned back a little.

Satoshi gritted his silver teeth.

Damn, it's this feeling of being guessed about the next move.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki looked at Satu stiffly—moving forward and neither back nor back, showing strange eyes, then suddenly realized, and answered immediately.

"My name is Tomioka Yoshi..."

He didn't mean anything else, he just felt that this person was always coming and going, probably because he didn't know his name.

It's okay, he can tell me directly without asking.

Anyway, I'm not without it.

but--

"To shut up."

Sabito's silver eyes exuded coldness, and after he spoke, his entire face was filled with warnings.

To shut up.

Don't say that name.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's words choked in his throat, his lake blue eyes glanced at the angry pink-haired boy in front of him and obediently shut up.

——I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but it’s never wrong to be obedient.

Satoshi snorted coldly, and then took out the things in his hand.

A wooden case, no more than leg-high, with straps on it.

It is made of a very light wood called "fog spruce" and fixed on the outside with "rock paint", which is the best tool for housing ghosts.

"You." Sato looked at him, pointed to the box on the ground, "Go in."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka:?

He glanced blankly at the box on the ground that was only a little higher than his knees, then looked at Sato with doubts and wondered if he was stupid.

How do you let me in?

"Make up your own mind."

Sato turned around with his arms folded, he was in a bad mood and hadn't thought about how this ghost got in at all.

But the Zaomen brother and sister met on the mountain in the north a few days ago, and the younger sister Mi Douzi did have a change in body shape.

There are not many ghosts that can change their body shape, and he is not sure if the ghost in front of him can do it.

If you can't do it, you have to do it.

He didn't have time to spend time here with the villains.

But with his back turned, he still spoke coldly.

"If you can't get in—" You can make another one as big as a closet, soon.

Anyway, there is a kind of monster called the mortician who also carries a big box, which is not surprising.

However, before he could finish speaking, a childish voice behind him interrupted his words.

"Hey--"

Sabito paused feeling strange, turned around and noticed that Tomioka Yoshiyuki who had been standing there had disappeared.

Instead, there was a three or four year old black-haired doll lying in the box with a steamed bun face.

The fox mask on his head was too big to cover his eyes, and he couldn't lift the mask by pulling the box.

Xiao Yiyong could only see the legs of the boy in front of him through the gap in the mask. Seeing that he was stunned and unresponsive, he frowned dissatisfiedly, and repeated his waxy voice.

"Can you help me take off my mask, or you can hug me out."

He stared straight at him and didn't even help, he was really a difficult person to get along with.

Doesn't he worry about being hated?