I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

If there is a kind of person in this world who is not happy, everyone who knows him or not will be miserable. If you want to ask why, it is because he is the cause of these misfortunes.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Muzan is one of the best.

Because of the unhappiness some time ago, some people died unfortunately, but the number of ghosts decreased a little. Although he didn't want to create a ghost now, after thinking about it seriously, he wanted to see if the ghost he created would produce any changes.

Most humans died suddenly because they couldn't bear the blood.

Wu Mei's journey south was exactly the direction that Li Zi had previously investigated to see if there were humans wearing sunflower earrings. Naturally, he was not chasing a murderer. I feel that even if there is someone who must be the Demon Slayer Squad, he has not caused ghosts here for a long time and should have left long ago.

The gears of the story move step by step according to the original development without sufficient external force to hinder it.

Wu Kuai avoided the crowd, he was not sure what changes would happen to his body. There might be a period of weakness, but he wouldn't bet on it.

Therefore he preferred sparsely populated places to towns. The village near the mountain is his must-choose place, especially the one located at the foot of the mountain, which has basically only a hundred people.

He believes that even if something unexpected happens, he can handle it.

It's been snowing these days.

Onibatsuji Mumei's footsteps also slowed down a bit, and a mountain appeared in his sight. Since he didn't wander around in the mountain, he became more interested and walked towards the mountain.

Were you still tired from Natian Mountain last time?

Since agreeing to leave tiredly, there has been no manpower arrangement in Natian Mountain. Wuhan was thinking about whether to rearrange people as he walked, but he felt that it was not necessary now.

The red plum-colored eyes suddenly shrank, filled with murderous intent and hatred.

When the matter is over, he will definitely find the two traitors.

Nezuko was holding a broom to sweep away the snow that had drifted onto the corridor. She heard footsteps in her ears, and she immediately looked over in surprise, "Brother..."

It's not my brother. His originally bright eyes dimmed.

Nezuko couldn't hide the disappointment on her face. She looked at the traveler in front of her and saw a lot of snow on his body.

With such heavy snow, it's easy to freeze while walking outside. After thinking for a few seconds, she stood at the door of her house and asked if she wanted a cup of hot tea, "My body can be warmer."

Kibutsuji Muzan glanced around casually, "House?"

Although this mountain is not very tall, it is already halfway up the mountain. It is really strange that there are people living here.

"Yes, because we sell charcoal fires," Nezuko looked a little embarrassed. She felt that this traveler was different from the people who passed by before, but she couldn't tell what was different, so she could only ask again. To the other person, “Do you want hot tea?”

Snowflakes accumulated on Wu Mei's shoulders and floated in his sight, reminding him of the memory of that time. It's really unforgettable. If he hadn't been a ghost, that guy would have succeeded.

He actually gave her new life.

"No need," Kibutsuji Muzan's eyes fell on Nezuko's clothes, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and a hint of excitement appeared in his originally gloomy eyes. He raised his hand and said lazily, "I will give you a new life."

"Escape from a life of such poverty."

what--

Nezuko realized something but had no chance to react. The severe pain in her body caused her to stumble to her knees, and the sound she made attracted people in the room.

The blood blade cut her body open, and part of the blood merged into her body.

"Nezuko...."

Nezuko felt the ground shaking and smelled the strong smell of blood in her nose. She rolled from the corridor at the door to the snow. Is it my blood...

It was Hanako, "Run, run quickly..."

"elder sister--"

It was Rokuta, Nezuko cried, her breathing getting weaker and weaker until she stopped.

"It seems you don't have such luck," Kibutsuji Muzan sighed with pity as he stood among the corpses on the ground. The old things in the room made him frown and walked out, "Sure enough, that guy is rare. "

The fact that several people died could not leave any impression in Wu Mei's memory. He didn't even remember what these people looked like. He only knew that he failed again.

I haven't succeeded even once along the way. Although there were many failures in the past, it's not like there was no one at all.

Wu Kuan walked past the corpse while thinking about the problem and left here. When he passed by Nezuko, he paused briefly and glanced at the lifeless body unhappily.

What a waste of all the blood he injected.

.......Is it because I injected too much blood? No, it was her own problem. If it was too much, her body would have exploded long ago.

What a waste.

Wumei walked a few steps quickly, then suddenly stopped and turned back to the house. He squinted his eyes slightly to look at the snow that was falling more and more, then reached out to pat the snow off his body, went in and picked out a futon, and sat under the corridor to wait for the snow to stop.

I don’t know what that guy is doing. I let her go last time, I’m afraid I’ll die from happiness.

Li Zi’s cheeky smile is vivid.

Wu Kuan couldn't help but let out a 'malicious' smile, not wanting to see her so happy. He's not even that happy, why should she be so happy all day long?

There were several thoughts that made Li Zi sigh in his mind.

Fortunately, these thoughts were quickly abandoned. Kibutsuji Mumei couldn't do these things that he felt were worth losing for the time being. After all, Kuriyama Kuriko was just a... subordinate with little education.

After about an hour, the snow began to lighten.

Wu Kuai sat and thought for a while, then left two hours before dawn.

Not long after he left, the snow began to fall again, covering Nezuko and her family's bodies with snow. The strong wind howled and rolled up the snow, covering the footprints of Wu Kai when he left.

Nezuko's body was covered with snow for a while, and her clothes and hair were exposed for a while.

The red snow was blown everywhere by the wind, and everyone still here is dead. Otherwise, you would be surprised to know why the snow this year is red.

The futon was blown farther and farther away from Kamado's house by the wind, and finally stopped at the foot of a small slope.

When Tanjiro was rushing home from the foot of the mountain, he happened to see him, his eyes were slightly startled, "It looks so familiar,"

The young man didn't think much, he just sighed and hurried on with a smile.

I rested at the foot of the mountain yesterday. Everyone must be worried about me and must rush back.

The snow was very thick and difficult to walk on. Tanjiro kept sinking in and pulling his feet out, and he was sweating all over in the snowy weather.

"Whoo~~~"

The usually honest and gentle boy couldn't help but complain a little about the snowy weather. He stretched out his hand and pulled the scarf around his neck up to cover his face from the painful snow.

"Whoo~~~"

"Whoo~~~"

Walking a familiar road, Tanjiro finally arrived home, "The snow this year is really heavy, ah——"