The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

…

The pillars looked at the two people hugging each other and looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

——The miko who was rumored to have lived for hundreds of years... cried...

——In other words...the Lord Shangquan in front of me...

——It’s really the god enshrined in Mount Saagiri!

"...It feels so unreal..." Jiichiro Inagaki smiled bitterly and scratched his head. He looked at the old clothes on Shang Quanna's body and looked at his colleagues beside him.

Kazama Chengya was half-kneeling, his head lowered, his pupils trembling slightly, and his palms sweating from shock and excitement.

But there was also a trace of regret in his heart for his previous impulse, and he secretly punched the ground with his fist.

Purgatory Jinjuro is holding his bone knife, his bright orange pupils are full of confidence. He looks forward with a smile as if "it's true".

"Unbelievable..." Shuiwu Yuebai lowered his head and looked straight at the ground, his pupils and arms trembling with excitement.

but…

If it is really the legendary god who almost completely killed the Ghost King...then...

Killing that Kibutsuji who deserves death... is just around the corner!

"Hope! This is hope!"

The hope of mankind!

He raised his head suddenly, suppressing the excitement in his eyes, and looked excitedly at Jiichiro Inagaki and Injima Iwami next to him.

Obviously, Iwami Yanjima also recognized this reality in an instant. He clasped his hands together and the rosary beads in his hands trembled slightly, but he quickly stabilized his emotions.

"Amitabha."

…

aside.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…The bottles are almost running out…”

"...Hurry! I'll take you to see..." Tears were streaming from the corners of Ganluji Sakuracake's eyes, her nose was twitching, and she pulled Shangquan Nai up and walked out of the house.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped.

"...By the way, we have to wait until night."

Kanroji Sakuramoko wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the sleeves of her wide miko robe. Her nose was sore from crying, and she slowly stabilized her emotions.

But he still hugged Shang Quannai and refused to let go, and tears flowed down slowly and silently.

Shang Quanna lowered his head and looked at Kanluji Sakuracake who had her head buried in his chest. He rubbed Ganluji Sakuracake's head skillfully and wiped the tears on her face:

"What are you going to see?"

"…Mao."

Kanroji Sakurabake raised her head, the pink in her pupils was slowly fading away, and there was a little anxiety hidden in her serious expression:

"Kamado Shigeru."

"Mao is still alive."

She blinked her eyes. The grievances in her heart were much better after venting them just now.

"…but."

Kanroji Sakuramochi's eyes fluctuated slightly, and the dark red figure of Haori who had lost her will and was like a walking corpse appeared in her mind.

"...can't be considered...alive."

When she said this, Ganluji Sakura's expression dropped obviously. She turned her head and looked to the side unbearably.

"...We have to wait until evening...to see him."

"...That's it." After hearing Ganlu Temple's words, Shang Quanna felt a blockage in his heart, and he clenched his hands unconsciously.

"Tell me about it." Shang Quannai lowered his eyes, gently released his hands, and whispered.

"Eh? What?" Ganluji Sakuracake looked at Shang Quannai who slowly retreated and sat back on the roof. She sat next to Shang Quannai and asked doubtfully.

"What has happened to you in the past six hundred years?"

…

…

after a while.

In the courtyard.

The pillars have left, and Ubuyashiki Sukeyo and Tatsuki have also returned to their rooms.

"That's it. Ren Shan can be considered to be enjoying his old age in peace."

Shang Quannai looked at the dusk over the courtyard and sighed in a calm tone.

"That's right, he retired to the second line after the last battle."

"During the time I was in Amao, this yellow hair was very moisturized!"

"...Although, he didn't insist on letting his descendants join the Demon Slayer Corps, he just gave them the choice."

"There are still players with my wife's last name on the team!"

"It turns out that what he said about being struck by lightning is true. All his descendants have black hair, and none of them are yellow..."

"...By the way! That guy Murata is the one who has lived the longest..."

"Also, Tanzi also spent his life happily under Mao's protection..."

Kanroji Sakuracake clasped her fingers and talked endlessly, her eyes full of memories and nostalgia for the past.

Just as she talked, tears slowly blurred her eyes. She choked and held the hem of the miko's uniform tightly with her hands.

Snap, snap.

Tears fell on his clothes.

"…Why."

Her voice was hoarse, as if forced from her throat.

"…what to do…"

Ganluji Sakura Cake raised her head, she looked at Shangquan Nai, tears flashed in her eyes, and the dusk light fell on her face:

"...This feeling...I obviously...don't want to feel it anymore..."

flutter!

She hugged Shang Quannai beside her and sobbed softly.

Shang Quanna's face was heavy. He gently patted the back of Ganluji Sakura Cake and slowly closed his eyes:

"Feel sorry…"

"These years...you have suffered."

The courtyard gradually became calm.

Only the faint sound of sobbing kept echoing.

…

Finally, night falls.

the other side.

on the street.

The lights were brightly lit, and a girl wearing a purple kimono was walking slowly along the side of the street.

Da da da…

Clogs hammered on the stone streets.

At this time.

"etc…"

A sturdy figure suddenly stopped in front of the girl. He was holding a ceramic wine bottle and his body was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The man's face turned red from drinking. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the girl he had stopped, and said drunkenly:

"Yo... little girl."

"How come I'm alone..."

Before the man finished speaking, the girl rolled up her sleeves, her nails lightly scratched her fingertips, and a few drops of bright red blood turned into gas and floated in the air.

[Blood-inducing·Visual dreamy fragrance]

The man's nose twitched, and then he froze on the spot, looking around him in horror.

All kinds of fancy patterns appeared in the man's field of vision. He couldn't see the surrounding things at all, and his body was so stiff that he couldn't move.

"...This is it!" The man looked at a loss, and his drunken brain quickly regained consciousness.

But the girl just raised her head and glanced at the man, then ignored him, bypassed him and walked straight towards the forest at the other end of the street.

After the girl left far away, the various patterns in the man's field of vision disappeared and his body was able to move!

Snap!

He slumped on the ground weakly, turned his head in fear, and looked at the dark street in the distance, with a cold sweat on his back.

"...Ah! Ah!!"

"There are monsters!! Monsters!!"

…

Zhu Shi was walking in the mountains and forests, wearing a purple silk scarf on her head.

She raised her head and looked at the moon in the sky. After confirming that the distance was far enough, she breathed a sigh of relief.

——Saagiri Mountain…

--hope…