I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

When he learned about the death of Bei Mingyu, Lizi was cleaning the yard that appeared to be Kibutsuji Muzan, but it was hard to tell who it belonged to secretly.

Anyway, she sweeps very hard and conscientiously, and her favorite flowers are blooming in the yard all year round. The fat orange with some white hair is lying on the soft cushion and wagging its tail leisurely.

The 'owner' of the mansion, Muzan Kibutsuji, went out to work.

There is no way that since you want to integrate into society, some social activities are essential, not to mention that when your life is in danger, Wuhan is picky and picky about daily necessities. Now that he is gone, he is even more dissatisfied with everything.

Chestnut doesn't make money to support his family.

Even if she makes money, the money will only be used for herself. Of course, in order to show her loyalty, she still holds scattered coins to show that she is here to make money to support her family.

Naturally, he was rejected, as it was not enough to buy a tea cup for Wuhan.

"Really....."

Li Zi murmured, smiling at the person who delivered the message, "I understand, and I will be there on time."

The broom moved twice and then stopped...

"..."

"Although it's a little early, but... it's almost there. It's hard to live past the age of 27 if you have stripes. If it weren't for Xiao Ren, it would be early...

"Whoo~~~"

The yellow broom was placed in the corner, and the person holding it hurried out the door.

Li Zi ran all the way to his home on Beiming Island and saw all the members of the Demon Slayer Squad who had survived the battle. Everything was going on in an orderly manner.

There was only sadness on everyone's faces, but no panic.

People seem to be able to feel it before death. Is it because they have felt it and prepared everything in advance?

Kanae, who was counting things in the house, suddenly felt something. When she looked up, she saw someone who was supposed to show up on the day of the funeral, "Miss Kuriko, why are you here?"

"We have enough manpower."

"I'm not here to help," Li Zi said honestly. He walked into the house and ignored everyone and walked directly to Ming Mingyu who seemed to be sleeping. "I just came to take a look."

Kanae followed and saw Wei Mingyu's eyes turn red again.

Wei Mingyu was wearing the clothes he usually wore. Li Zi reached out and held the hand of the person on the bed. It was cold and without any warmth. This person was really gone...

"It looks like he is sleeping, but Mr. Wei Mingyu will never open his eyes again..."

"Okay, according to the agreement, I will feed those cats until they die, but there is one thing that makes me a little miserable. The kittens are really fertile, and I really doubt that I will be able to wait until the day when I can send them all away. ?"

"So, if one day I break my promise, Mr. Wei Mingyu, it's really not me breaking my promise."

Li Zi said, "This is your business."

It was obviously not a sad thing, but Kanae looked at Li Zi's calm expression, and for some reason her eyes couldn't help but shed tears again. The life of a ghost is so long, and she will watch everyone leave one by one...

how....

"Miss Kanae," Li Zi took out a handkerchief and handed it to the crying woman, "If you cry again, your eyes will become swollen. Mr. Fusukawa is too cruel, but don't misunderstand that it's me..."

Kanae suddenly wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Then I'll go first, Miss Kanae..."

"Well," Kanae held the handkerchief and nodded at Li Zi, "be careful on the road."

Li Zi waved his hands and said, "There is no way that anything will happen to me."

The afterglow of summer is stronger than that of other seasons, like strips of orange ribbons, spreading flat.

Everything is over, an old friend has left.

The only people left to bid farewell were Rizi and Ingami Anjuro, standing under the gradually darkening sky, witnessing the alternation of day and night. The wind blew the grass from their footsteps swaying back and forth, and neither the man nor the ghost spoke a word as they walked one behind the other.

Fortunately, Lizi was not a person who liked to be immersed in grief, so she stopped.

"Sister Lizi, long time no see."

Unexpectedly, Xingjuro actually spoke before her, which made Li Zi a little surprised and then smiled with her eyes bent in the next second. She turned around and called out the long-lost title, "Well, Xingjuro, long time no see."

"We haven't seen each other for seven years."

Xingjulang's body trembled slightly, "Yes," his voice was also trembling.

"Yes, seven years."

Since the last battle, even if the two of them live in Tokyo, they can not see each other for seven years as long as they want to.

Lizi sat on the lawn and saw Xingjulang standing aside, so he patted the seat next to him and motioned for him to sit down, "You know I don't like heavy atmospheres. Sit down. It's a rare meeting that should leave good memories."

The young man who was more mature than before carefully sat down. In fact, he only felt so embarrassed in front of Li Zi.

A flying bird flew past the two people's sight. It spread its wings high in the sky, sometimes gliding and sometimes waving its wings.

"Seven years is really a long time for a human, Xingjuro, are you okay?"

Anjuro, whose hairstyle was the same as when he was a child, nodded and replied loudly, "I'm fine."

The way he spoke was still the same as before. Li Zi couldn't help laughing and deliberately teased, "Xingjuro is really suitable for the job of taking care of the elderly."

Xingjuro understood why Li Zi said this, and he agreed, "The old man's hearing is not very good, and I have a loud voice, so it is indeed suitable."

"Sister Lizi," his voice suddenly dropped, and he turned to stare seriously at the person beside him whom he had not seen for a long time, "Are you happy?"

The two looked at each other and saw what they looked like at this moment in each other's eyes.

Purgatory Anjuro suddenly thought of that night long ago, when Li Zi said that he had begun to grow old and looked older than her. At that time, he actually didn't have much feelings, but now he suddenly felt the meaning of this sentence.

He will grow old little by little, but his sister Lizi will always remain the same as she was at the beginning.

Brother, brother, uncle, grandpa...

To ghosts, human life is probably as short as a firefly.

"I'm so happy,"

Lizi looked at Anjuro who suddenly showed sadness in his eyes, and answered him softly in a slow voice. After reaching out to him, she asked, "What is Anjuro thinking about?"

The ghost's body temperature is lower than that of humans, and he holds the hand in his hand tightly.

I don’t regret it, but my throat is a little dry. “It’s just a pity that I haven’t gone to see other places with Sister Li Zi yet.” There is no such opportunity.

"That's how life is," Li Zi said calmly.

"Yes."

Li Zi raised a smile and said, "Although Anjuro is sorry, he has no intention of becoming a ghost." She looked closely at the other person's sad but still determined eyes and said lightly, "This is good."

"That's good,"

"Xing Julang...."

Lizi suddenly straightened up and hugged the slightly depressed human being in front of him, "Live until the end of your life, Xingjuro."

huh~~

A gust of wind blew up Li Zi's long hair, and some of it fell on her own shoulders, and some of it fell on the shoulders of the young man in her arms.

"Just live your own life like this."

"I...."

Li Zi said softly, "No matter where you are, I will definitely come back to witness your last human beauty."

"Well," Purgatory Anjuro stretched out his hand, knowing that this was the last time they would see each other before his life ended, so he responded loudly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely live well."

Purgatory Anjuro has a strong will to live.