I am the one holding the Higan flower in my hand

Because of Kibutsuji Mukai's blood ghost technique, Mrs. Miyamoto didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her children who she didn't see much for a day.

They basically won't come looking for Onimusuji Muzan and Kuriyama Kuriko.

There was a bit of fog in the night, and the light at the door of Miyamoto's house suddenly turned on, as if waiting for the owner who returned late. But in the eyes of humans, there is no outside master.

Kuriyama Kuriko stared at the lamp for a long time, then jumped lightly into the courtyard and quietly jumped into her room.

The mansion was silent.

The dim moonlight fell from the open window to the floor of the room. It seems that certain emotions tend to arise at night. Kuriyama Rizi sat cross-legged in the moonlight, struggling to see the moon blocked by the window.

She maintained her posture, something growing in her heart.

After a while, she lowered her eyes in loneliness. After a while, she stood up without warning, opened the door, walked to the door of the study, and sat down.

She didn't deliberately hide her movements, and the ghost Wu Tsuji Muzai inside the door naturally knew.

He frowned slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at the door. The person outside the door had been sitting quietly, not knocking or talking. The inexplicable behavior made him feel unhappy, and he said coldly, "Come in."

Kuriyama Kuriko walked in with his head lowered. Before Kibutsuji Muzan could say anything, he had already apologized. After apologizing, he started to explain his reasons, "Mumikai-sama, I seem to be feeling quite sad."

There were some cracks in Kibutsuji Mumei's expression, and the displeasure in his heart reached its peak in the next moment, and he punished him directly without any hesitation.

Kuriyama Kuriko groaned, her skin cracking.

"Kuriyama Kuriko," Kibutsuji Muzan said with a cold tone, his red pupils turning into a vertical line, "Am I too kind to you?"

Is this the case?

"I just thought that one day," Kuriyama Rizi grimaced in pain, but she still had to say what she needed to say, "I'll be sad if Master Wuhan doesn't let me stay with you."

This is naturally half true and half false. Kuriyama Kuriko longs for a long-term connection. That person can be anyone, as long as he is in Kibutsuji Muzan's position.

Unexpectedly, the reason for Kuriyama Kuriko's sadness was this. Kibutsuji Muzan's expression froze for a moment, and the displeasure in his heart began to fade away, "Then improve your abilities."

His tone was calm.

Kuriyama Kuriko immediately noticed the change in Kibutsuji Muzan's attitude, and immediately said, "I know, Muzan-sama, ugh~~~" She pretended to sigh, "I just couldn't help it. I'm really sorry."

The wounds on Kuriyama Kuriko's body began to heal.

Onibutsuji Muzan's expression was calm. He was good at discerning people's hearts and naturally knew whether the words of the person in front of him were true or false. But he didn't care, he knew what Kuriyama Kuriko wanted.

As long as he can find the blue Higan flower, he doesn't mind giving it a little sweetness.

But there was one thing she had to know... Onibutsuji Muzan raised the corners of his lips, but his smile did not reach his eyes and only made people shiver all over, "Go down."

He said quietly.

Attributing his bad mood to the fear of not being able to stay with Muzan Kibutsuji, he ran over to express his loyalty, and Kuriyama Kuriko left with satisfaction.

The next day.

Mrs. Miyamoto said she was about to leave, but the hand holding Li Zi was like an iron pincer, with no intention of letting go. Everyone looked at their wife helplessly, refusing to let go of her hand.

"Madam," the driver couldn't help but remind, "it's time."

"Hmm~~" Mrs. Miyamoto responded.

Driver, "..." Don't just respond, don't let go!

Kuriyama Kuriko looked down at Mrs. Miyamoto holding her hand, and said helplessly, "Mom, the time is up, I have to leave, please let go."

"It's been half an hour. If you don't let go, it will be dark." Mr. Miyamoto, who had always been serious, finally couldn't help teasing his wife.

Mrs. Miyamoto reluctantly let go of her hand and warned, "When you arrive, call us immediately."

Kuriyama Kuriko nodded, and after being told about ten more words, the car finally started to start.

Muzan Kibutsuji followed Miyamoto and his wife, and in order to maintain his character, he had to wave along.

Kuriyama Kuriko thought it was a bit funny, but didn't dare to laugh, so she quickly waved her hands twice and sat down.

The driver was still worried about what happened last time, so he drove cautiously and kept his nerves highly concentrated. Li Zi, who was sitting in the back row, could clearly feel, "The number of ghosts is very small, so they won't be so...unfortunate."

The driver laughed dryly.

"Really, you believe me, just stay the same as before," Kuriyama Kuriko persuaded.

After persuading him several times, the driver's tense shoulders finally relaxed and his straight back leaned against the backrest. "The current position is still comfortable," he sighed.

This time we arrived at our destination safely: Mrs. Miyamoto’s natal family.

Although it was night, Mrs. Miyamoto's parents did not fall asleep after receiving the news, and were waiting for their granddaughter who had come from afar. Kuriyama Kuriko half lowered his eyes and followed the servant who led the way.

The Fujita family was full of joy for Kuriyama Kuriko's arrival and did not notice anything was wrong. Kuriyama Kuriko knew that the memories of these people had also been altered.

She called people one by one with a well-behaved expression and greeted them skillfully.

Under the light, there were smiling faces. They welcomed their nieces and granddaughters wholeheartedly, without the slightest idea that this was just a lie spun by evil spirits.

Their real family members are long dead.

Her grandfather happily pushed the snacks in front of her. The old man's expression was tired, and he knew that he was sleepy at a glance. "Chestnuts, try it quickly. Grandpa made it himself."

Before Kuriyama Kuriko could speak, the pastries in front of her had been pushed to the side. Her grandmother pushed over a plate of more exquisite pastries, "His tastes terrible, try grandma's."

Grandma’s smile deepened.

"Sister Lizi, this is the gift I prepared for you," she still didn't have time to speak. A child on the side stuffed something into her hand, which was a hairpin.

"Hey, hey, can you let Lizi say a word," said the uncle who couldn't stand it.

"Go aside," grandma and grandpa said in unison, pushing their son aside. The tall uncle groaned twice and fell aside due to the force.

Li Zi's niece laughed and threw herself into her father's arms.

Laughter, concern and greetings.

Kuriyama Kuriko felt a little uncomfortable. She stood up stiffly. After she stood up, she realized that her behavior was abnormal. As expected, everyone in the Fujita residence looked surprised and confused, "Grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt, I'm a little tired."

"That's right, I forgot about it. After a few hours, Lizi must be tired." Miyamoto Lizi's aunt, a gentle woman, took her niece's hand and said, "I'll take Lizi down to rest."

The other people nodded and told Li Zi to go and rest.

Halfway through, my aunt sounded worried, "Why are your hands so cold? It's cold at night, so I need to wear more clothes."

She expressed concern.

Kuriyama Kuriko endured, something was boiling in her heart, she pressed her eyebrows down desperately but still frowned slightly, "Yes, I know, aunt."

When she arrived at the room, she couldn't wait to say goodbye to the woman, her words revealing her urgency.

The woman was stunned for a moment and left slowly, walking back to the room she was in. As soon as he entered the door, he was stared at by four pairs of eyes, with the same expectation. His aunt smiled and said, "Lizi is tired, go to sleep."

"That's good," Grandma and Grandpa nodded with a smile, stood up, and walked toward their rooms, "Then let's go to bed."

The two old men yawned.

Seeing her parents leaving, the woman sat next to her husband and frowned slightly. She didn't say anything, but the man beside her already understood, "What's wrong?"

"We have to work harder," Mrs. Fujita said softly.

Mr. Fujita immediately understood what his wife meant, thought for a few seconds and then said, "Then come on."

His eyes are clear and his voice is clear.

"Yes," Mrs. Fujita responded.