[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

On the third day, Hong Dongjiao finally ate the potatoes and eels that she had been thinking about. They were made by a high-end restaurant, using traditional Kanto techniques, thick oil and heavy sauce. Although the girl is still seriously injured, eating these is not good for the wound at all. He recovered, but his mouth was still full of greasy food.

Nothing can stop her desire to fill her stomach. After experiencing such an important battle, she feels that life is more open again, and she should eat and drink without leaving any regrets.

Every time you fight, your ideological awareness will increase once.

Kamado Tanjiro was still a little bit guilty at first, but after solving the nightmare, they noticed the looming fire in the distance. At first they thought it was a forest fire, but they saw that Mr. Purgatory suddenly changed his face and pulled the car into the car. After handing over to Zenitsu and Inosuke to take care of him, he took Tanjiro and ran in that direction quickly.

When they arrived, the fire had already been extinguished, and the surroundings were in a mess. What they saw in their eyes was a young girl lying in the middle of the scorched earth.

At that moment, they almost thought that the girl was dead.

Fortunately, the girl used her full breath to slow down the blood loss, and with her last breath left, they rushed her to the nearest hospital for emergency rescue.

Tanjiro blamed himself, and Dong Dongjiao encountered Kazuru again. If they could arrive in time, would the situation be better, and the girl would not have been so severely attacked.

How isolated and helpless she must have been at that time, without a companion by her side, she could only fight alone until the moment she survived.

But his little guilt disappeared in an instant when he saw the girl hugging his younger sister and rubbing her in her arms.

"Nezuko..." He stretched out his paw weakly, trying to attract his sister's attention.

I don't know who Neidouzi regards Hong Dongjiao as someone in the family, clinging to her arms all the time, refusing to come out, even ignoring what her brother said, and finally lying in the girl's arms and sleeping soundly.

With tears streaming down his face, Tanjiro rushed out the door, and ran to the corner alone to think about life.

Because of Nezuko's presence, the curtains in the ward were pulled up, covering the not-so-strong sunlight, Dongjiao carefully pulled the girl away from her body, covered her with a quilt, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her carefully for a while.

There is a big mirror in the ward. This hospital is said to be remodeled from a western-style hotel, so most of the facilities are relatively modern. Facing the full-length mirror, Hong Dongjiao carefully pulled off her hospital gown, revealing her belongings. The youthful body of a young girl.

Except for those places that are still wrapped in gauze, the exposed skin is still white. This was something she didn't like very much. No matter how much she trained, she would never turn into that healthy complexion, and always looked sick. It's easy to be misunderstood.

It's just that now the skin that should have been smooth and smooth is covered with large and small scars, some of which have grown new flesh, with a light pink color, and some have just scabbed over, and the inside has not yet healed.

Just like a precious jade is broken, even if it is glued together again, it will leave countless scars.

If she is like this, everyone who has been fighting in the Ghost Slayer Squad for so many years must be more serious.

There are no recreational activities here, but because there are beautiful girls with you all the time, life is not boring. There are two treasures in the next ward, my wife Zenitsu and Zuihei Inosuke. Even if they are not in the same ward, you can often hear Their fights and roars were occasionally mixed with Tanjiro's gentle persuasion.

Inosuke has already regained his vitality, jumping around all day long to compete with Hong Dongjiao, if there is no Purgatory watching, he might be able to rush into the ward and fight directly.

The current Hong Dongjiao is no longer the Hong Dongjiao of the past. The first time she felt that she could get out of bed, she came to the small garden with Inosuke and successfully taught him how to be a human being.

Although she didn't get much favor in the end, and the wound still showed signs of opening, she finally won by a narrow margin.

"Aren't you going back with us?" Purgatory asked when he was about to fully recover.

Hong Dongjiao shook her head: "The task assigned to me by the master bus has not been completed yet, so I have to go there first."

She was still thinking about the blue Bana flower in her heart. Although there was an accident on the way, if she just went back as if nothing had happened, it would not be considered as completing the task.

Thinking of this, she hesitated a little, her cheeks flushed, and said hesitantly:

"That...can you lend me some money? I don't have money to buy a bus ticket."

The money for the hospitalization came from purgatory, and now he needs his help to buy the bus ticket, so she felt embarrassed to say it.

Fortunately, Purgatory didn't care about it at all. On the contrary, it gave her a lot more, which was enough for her to comfortably stay and eat. Compared with the mission, it was more like letting her travel at public expense.

Before leaving, Nezuko was still hanging on her body, causing my wife Zenitsu to stare at her, but finally Tanjiro forcibly stuffed it back into the box to solve the problem.

Full of gratitude, she officially embarked on the road to Hokkaido.

In order to hide her identity, the girl even specially dressed up, imitating the makeup that Yuma Tianyuan put on her last time, painted her face, and bought a man's suit, heavy cotton clothes, and a top hat. The round knife was placed in a long box, and his hair was tied up high. A young man from everyone appeared in front of everyone.

The effect was indeed there. The girls rarely dared to strike up a conversation because of their shyness, and they were less harassed by boring men. She used a top hat to cover the overly obvious scars on her face, and she got on the train smoothly.

Otaru is a port city in the southwestern part of Hokkaido. It has gradually developed in recent years and has become a large port.The population is complex and numerous, trade is frequent, and there are even many foreigners. It's just that the climate in winter is too humid and cold, which is still a bit light compared to Tokyo.

The speed of the train slowed down a lot after entering the area of ​​Hokkaido. The white snow outside seemed to cover everything, everything was so pure, sin seemed to never exist, it was white and flawless.

In her world, it’s not that the girl has never been to Hokkaido. In fact, Hong Leng was born in Hokkaido. Her family seems to be well-known in the local area. The region has nurtured Bing’s personality, but she has not been able to develop a desireless and light personality. mentality.

When Hong Leng's family sold her to Andewa, her heart for that family was already half-hearted, and Hong Dongjiao was only brought back once when she was a child, to visit her elderly grandmother, and the memory of that family's * *Maybe it was a look of sincerity and fear, which made her feel more uncomfortable than the Hong family itself.

It has been nearly ten years since the last time I came.

Compared with her time, the place is much deserted now, and there are not many modern European-style buildings and coffee shops, but there are still many traditional glass workshops.She found a hotel to settle down, went out to visit a few glass shops, and planned to buy some souvenirs for everyone in the Ghost Killing Squad to take back.

This kind of store that has been stationed locally for a long time also gets the most news.

"weirdo?"

Hong Dongjiao took advantage of her appearance. Although her mouth was not sweet, her appearance was enough to make up for everything. Coupled with her polite attitude, she made the old proprietress very happy.

She gave Hong Dongjiao an extra snack, and thought carefully about the girl's question: "Speaking of which, I have indeed seen some outsiders in the past two days. , like you lad, in city clothes and strange hats."

The locals have a wealth of information, some of which they don't even know themselves. If you remove the useless ones, the key information is hidden in it.

"I heard that there is a kind of spectacle here recently, which often only appears at night. I think most people are like me, and they came here specially to watch it."

"A miracle?" The proprietress was puzzled, she lowered her head and muttered, "Why don't I know..."

Suddenly, she remembered something, looked around cautiously, covered her mouth and said in a low voice: "Is that the one you are talking about, the will-o'-the-wisp on Tiangou Mountain."

"Is that it? I just came here, so I don't know the specifics yet." Pretending to be very interested, she leaned closer to listen.

"Huh? What's so interesting about that kind of thing!" The proprietress said anxiously, "At the beginning, some people thought it was a miracle, and went to ** on purpose, but they never came back. They are all familiar with the situation in the mountains. Local people, city people like you don’t just run away.”

"Haven't come back? Did it disappear?"

"Yes! I didn't even see the bones. Everyone said that they were taken away by the fox demon." The proprietress rubbed her arms nervously, "Winter is coming, and some ghosts in the mountains have to be full, so let everyone It was taken."

"I also want to see, what kind of ghost fire?"

"The blue ones sometimes turn into white ones, and they are often lumped together in large groups, and disappear after a while."

Many of the will-o'-the-wisps that the world calls are sparkling fires, which often appear next to graves, but Tiangou Mountain is buried in snow all year round, and few people choose to be buried on this mountain. It is no wonder that such a strange scene appears. Get someone's attention.

She narrowed her eyes and asked casually, "Do you know where those people live?"

Ghosts cannot walk openly in the daytime, they need to be covered by something to ensure that they will not get a ray of sunlight, but this will be too conspicuous. According to the proprietress, those people seem to only wear hats that can cover their heads. The place did not make any special modifications.

She still felt uneasy, and watched for a while outside the hotel where they were staying, making sure that those were just ordinary businessmen, but their movements were a little stiff, but they could still walk under the sun before returning to her room.

In the middle of the night, a hundred ghosts walk in the night.

She ran quickly in the night, heading towards the place where the will-o'-the-wisps appeared. The locals were too frightened to go out by the successive disappearances, which made it easier for her to find the way up the mountain. There was no snow today. Follow the hunter's footsteps and walk towards the depths of the mountain.

She really has a good relationship with mountains, she has never been there a few times before, since she came to this world, she is almost either in the mountains or on the way to the mountains.

No one knew what the blue Bianhua flower looked like, so she could only explore by herself, guessing where the locals said the will-o'-the-wisp appeared. She stepped on the snow, left signposts all the way back, and opened up a new road by herself.

In the distance, a man in a red feather weave stood in the white snow, and seemed to sense it, looking in the direction where the girl was running.

On his ears are earrings made of sunflower paper, his cheeks seem to have flame-like patterns, his pupils are deep, and his long hair is black and red.

【come yet. 】

Countless light blue flames floated around him, making him even more illusory.

【I waited for you a long time. 】

[Jiaojiao. 】

He held out his hand.

The author has something to say: the manga is not over, and you may be slapped in the face at any time, just read it as an if line.

By the way, are you more comfortable with Yan Sheng or Yan Sheng's translation?I found that both translations are available, and I am still hesitating which one to use.