Salvation equals death

"Six of 170, seven of 170, eight of 170...ju, unexpectedly...there are so many."

The trembling male voice choked up for a moment, swallowed the mournful moans welling up in his throat, and put the thick stack of spells in his hand into the wooden box.

Click, locked the memory, also locked the heartache.

Tanjiro held the wooden box and walked out of the house with red eyes.

Inside the box is the spell of light drawn by Qing Zhu himself over the past year.

Each piece of Lighting Mantra is drawn with that person's blood, plus the ones that have been used up, there are a total of 380 seven pieces.

In fact, there were not so many in the beginning.

It was the person who said that he could only draw a dozen or so pictures a month was soft-hearted again and again, unwilling to witness the death of too many people, so he made an exception again and again.

In addition to the Light Curse, traces of this blood were found in the golden venom that can restrain ghosts, the medicine for the Lord's body, and the materials for recasting the Sun Wheel Knife.

How much blood does one person have to shed to protect the lives of so many people?

"She is probably a god, born extraordinary, and she traveled to the world just to kill Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi."

In the Ghost Killing Squad, such rumors gradually appeared.

Whether the rumors are true or not, no one knows, but the reason why such rumors spread more and more widely is because of everyone's wish for her.

A person like her will definitely not really die, she just returns to Gao Tianyuan - that's it, right?

...If they don't think so, how can they let go of the sadness when the man fell?

The most tragic battle, the least costly casualties, except for a few low-level members of the Ghost Killing Squad, the only person who died in that decisive battle was Qing Zhu himself.

In this battle that should have wiped out the entire army, everyone received the favor of Qing Zhu, but the hero who protected everyone fell before dawn.

In the happiest hope, death.

— how sad.

"My lord said... do you want to stay up all night for Miss Huashui?"

"That's right, after all... She is a fiancée who has no destiny."

"...That's right."

Tanjiro's heart is heavy. He is a kind little angel, and the ending of all tragedies in this world will resonate with him emotionally.

"Does my lord not need the company of others?"

"Yes, my lord said that he wants to stay quietly for a while. Tanjirou, you know that although we have won, but as far as my lord...he has lost a lot."

I lost my sister, lost my parents, and even lost someone who can be with me in the future...

Kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Teriyashiki Teriya could not hear the whispers of his subordinates. In fact, he didn't care. Whether it was sympathy or pity, nothing could break his spine, and that was enough.

He tilted his head and looked at the silver-haired girl lying in the coffin.

The mortician put on makeup for her, covering her dead white skin with warm-colored makeup powder, embellishing her pale lips with rouge, and drawing a light golden halo at the end of her eyes with a last stroke of skill.

She is really a beautiful woman, even though her temperament often obscures her appearance and age, no one can refute that she is extremely beautiful.

——The kind of beauty that illuminates the world in an instant and is enough to cover half a person's life.

Ubuyashiki Teriya just watched her so quietly for an unknown how long, the night dew even condensed a thin layer of water vapor on the ends of his clothes and hair.

The sky was shining, and the boy who had been sitting quietly all night like a puppet slowly came back to his senses, as if he suddenly became angry, he exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and let the mist envelop his clear and beautiful brows.

Hui Lizai slowly turned those overly dark eyeballs, and he couldn't help but think of the day when he first met, he also knelt down with his mother all night just to get the daughter of the shrine to be his wife.

He is sensible and obedient, but there is actually a faint boredom hidden in his heart.

Hui Liza is different from his father, never the same——Compared to his father who is very humane and has already engraved the word "gentleness" into his bones, Hui Lizai is still too young.

Young and sharp, his arrogance can't be concealed.

Teriya was tired of the fate of having to rely on the daughter of the shrine to survive, just like kneeling that night, full of exhaustion.

The heirs of the Ubuyashiki family are born intelligent, young and mature, able to integrate all information on the situation and analyze the most reasonable "future", and can almost "predict".

This is true for Yaozai, and even more so for Huilizai, but if he is too calm and rational, his temperament will inevitably be weak.

Because of his destiny to die early, he was raised as a girl since he was a child. The boy from the Miyashiki family was naturally infected with a kind of softness in the process, and his behavior was extremely elegant. After the identity change, he became the appearance.

—to make people think that they are born gentle.

"As long as I can remember, my father told me that the mission of the Ghost Slayer Squad is to kill evil spirits. To achieve this goal, everyone can be sacrificed, including the father who is the head of the Ghost Slayer Squad."

Thinking that the soul of the dead might stay in the world as a missing body, the little boy couldn't help stretching out his hand and caressing the cold face of the girl in the coffin.

"And he has also proved with practical actions that he can indeed do it. He has the courage to sacrifice others and the awareness of self-sacrifice, so he can pay for the lives of his mother and sister in order to bet on a future without misfortune. .”

"The first thing I learned from my father was not his talent and knowledge, but this... cruel consciousness."

Therefore, when he found out that the Lighting Curse was drawn with her blood, he didn't say anything—because in order to kill evil spirits, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed.

When she took away the Sun Wheel Knife of the Zhumen for recasting, he remained silent and did not stop him - even if he knew that her blood was the secret to awaken He Knife, he didn't say anything.

When she smiled and handed over the cup of golden tea, he did not refuse - he still had the value of surviving, and then one day in the future... to make the most necessary sacrifice.

"I know, this year, you have been burning your life all the time..."

"I also know what those tattoos that look like stripes represent in the final battle..."

The boy murmured, but his words were gradually broken into intonation, and hot tears came out of his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

"You, you told me, don't be afraid, don't be apprehensive... Just do what my father taught me, and you will be my backbone no matter whether my decision is correct or not."

"Father, mother, older sister, younger sister...they only ask me for 'responsibility', only you, only you will love me..."

"But I still...use you to death."

——Obviously he can "predict".

The boy knelt with his spine straight, and even though the turmoil in his chest made him tremble uncontrollably, he never bent his waist.

Her fallen figure tore him apart like the claws of a demon.

What was silent at that moment was not only the laughter of the rest of the people after the catastrophe?And his heartbeat.

He thought of the first time he met that day, the silver-haired girl who illuminated his whole world like a light, she looked back with a sword in her hand, her eyes met each other, and the corners of her lips were so tenderly drawn.

"I don't want to be treated as a child by you all the time. I'm not a child at all. The Miyayashiki family...doesn't need children at all."

"I'm just determined to wait for me to grow up a little bit, and grow up a little bit... Then I will obey that hateful fate and hold your hand. If it were you, probably even such a sad fate would become a seed of happiness."

——I used to look forward to that.

"But I think that until the end, I left you with nothing but cowardly silence and impulsive recklessness."

Even crying for her can only be done tonight——walking out of this door, he must be the eighth-generation head of the obstetric house No. 90.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know how long I'll live, but I swear, for the rest of my life—"

"I will definitely fight for humanity."

……

Creaking—the door that had been closed all night opened.

Tanjiro, who dozed off with the sword in his arms, woke up from his dream, looked up hastily, but saw the boy pacing, his face was cold and pale.

"My lord... my lord?"

Tanjiro murmured, only feeling that the lord changed overnight.

"Tanjiro, good morning." The boy raised his head, suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and smiled at him gently, "Cheer up, although the King of Ghosts is dead, the evil spirits in the world haven't been killed yet."

The first ray of morning light broke through the heavy dark clouds and shone on the thin boy.

His brows are clear and handsome, and his eyes are like still water, but that smile almost engraved the word "gentle" into his bones.

Tanjirou stared at him blankly, but for some reason, his heart ached, and tears burst out of his eyes almost uncontrollably.

In that hazy skylight.

The boy's smile, and the former Qingzhu——

Gradually overlapped together.

【End of the show】