Rihu's Pit Brother's Journey

"I never imagined that you would find me, Black Death Mou, to save mankind. Wouldn't it be more convenient to use your blood to turn him into a ghost?"

An old man's voice said so.

"He... is too young. It is appropriate to raise him a little longer."

...It's the ghost warrior!Raise me up, he wants to fatten me up and eat me?

"—Do you want to fatten up before eating?"

Sure enough, the old man thought so too?

"Don't talk nonsense, Yaolaopoison Immortal. Cure him."

The boy tried his best and finally opened his eyes, although he was still very sleepy and closed them again.

The Old Poison Immortal Yao, who was making medicine, saw it, and immediately opened the boy's mouth, poured down a bowl of black food that looked like horror food, and then closed his mouth.

"Hmmm - gurgle gurgle!!!"

After the boy drank it, smoke came out of his seven orifices, and he passed out in pain with his face flushed.

Yaolaoduxian pretended to be very hardworking and wiped his sweat: "Well, this will kill your life. Next, I want Leihu's tail hair, Flammulina velutipes growing on the Lingshan Mountain, and the longevity fish and dragon turtle at the bottom of the lake. Ganoderma lucidum on the nose will do."

Hei Si Mou stood up: "...I'll be back soon."

Yao Lao Poison Immortal: "I have the other ones here, you just need to go to the bottom of the lake to find longevity fish."

Black Death Mou paused, and went out without looking back.

Yaolaoduxian knocked the child's head with a cigarette stick: "Okay, don't pretend to be asleep, anyway, you can't move now."

The boy opened his eyes: "You...you, what are you?"

Yao Lao and Poison Immortal hit him on the head with a pipe: "You're not polite, but I saved your life. The one who sent you here... is an interesting guy."

The boy's eyes widened: "Are you talking about that evil spirit? Didn't he want to eat me?"

Yao Lao Poison Immortal snorted, and then laughed loudly: "Then he is in pain. It is impossible for human beings to save your injury. He sent you to me, and asked me to save you for the price you paid." , enough to buy many humans like you."

The boy was puzzled: "Why would he do that?"

Yaolaoduxian replied indifferently: "Who knows, if you don't know, I don't know. However, I suggest that you better not ask him directly, he is a bit like Inuyasha, that kind of mouth is very annoying and his actions are very honest... "

Yao Lao and Poison Immortal suddenly shut up, and if the boy felt something, he quickly lay back and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the evil ghost warrior returned, this time carrying an extremely huge strange fish.He casually threw the fish to Old Poison Immortal Yao, who swallowed it in one gulp.

Hei Si Mou: "...?!"

Hei Si Mou drew his knife, Yao Lao Du Xian quickly explained: "That's my lunch, lunch, I've been busy trying to save this kid, I don't have time to find food for myself, shouldn't you find it for me? He's healed, he just needs a good rest to heal the wound."

Only then did Heishimu retract the knife, and he took a look at the child's complexion, and it was indeed much better.

Yao Lao and Poison Immortal suddenly stretched his head over: "Do you really care? This child? His blood smells very similar to yours. Although you are a ghost and he is a human, the similarities have not changed. Is he your descendant? You had a wife and children before you became a ghost? Does he remind you of your family?"

Hei Si Mou took a look at Yao Lao Poison Immortal - he couldn't be hacked to death, and he could still use it in the future.So he still answered this somewhat too private question.

"He's a descendant of my time as a human, that's all. I don't have most memories of my time as a human."

Yao Lao and Poison Immortal said with emotion: "Most of them will be like this when they become ghosts. They will only remember the core of the most vivid obsession. Have you ever thought about getting back those memories?"

Hei Si Mou replied indifferently: "Since you will forget it, it must not be an important thing. I... remember the most important thing, it is enough."

Yao Lao and Poison Immortal lamented that he was really stubborn, so he didn't ask more questions about this question, and exchanged the items agreed at the beginning with Hei Si Mou. It was a precious thing that was difficult for monsters to get, but for For a powerful ghost like Hei Si Mou, it would take some time to get it.

The boy had been pretending to be dead, and he felt a little dizzy due to the excessive shock.

--ancestor?This evil spirit turned out to be their brother's ancestor?Wait a minute, the female fox who tried to trick her younger brother into becoming a ghost-slaying swordsman did indeed say that their ancestors had ghost-slaying swordsmen.Could it be...how could it be that the swordsman who killed ghosts turned into a ghost himself?Had an accident while killing ghosts, got infected with ghost blood, and then forgot everything about his relatives?

The boy fell into a sad imagination. He imagined the tragic experience of this samurai, and then imagined the same tragic experience that his younger brother would experience if he really became a ghost swordsman.

How desperate!A person who keeps killing evil spirits will end up turning into a ghost, forgetting everything, and being beheaded by other ghost-slaying swordsmen.

Only this future... such a hopeless future... no hope, no encounter with Ichiro.

The boy was thinking wildly, and soon fell asleep again.

Yaolaoduxian packed up the medicine needed by the boy and handed it to Heixinmou.

"Three times a day, drink it on time for him, drink it for three days in a row, and he will be fully grown after another week. I don't know how to make medicine and hire a human servant to do it."

Hei Si Mou silently accepted it, and nodded his head to express his understanding.

Yaolao Duxian pouted: "Thank you? Respect me and say thank you!"

Hei Si Mou: "...Thank you."

Seeing that he was so honest, Yao Lao and Poison Immortal felt a little bored again: "You are too serious to be so obsessed with being charming and end up like this. Forget it, anyway, there will always be an idiot who doesn't hate your character and will replace you." You are troubled, as long as you do what you want to do. Just, occasionally, look at the people chasing you behind, otherwise they will be too hard."

"No, such a person."

Ichiro woke up again, in a house in the forest.

Ichiro was quite irritable when he smelled a scent of medicine.

——This bastard, did he really capture human beings to make medicine for him?

He got up and ran towards the place where the medicinal fragrance came from.He had to let that innocent guy go quickly, not because of him—hmm—? !

When I ran to the kitchen, I saw a serious-looking evil spirit fanning the fire with a small fan. Even the irritable Ichiro lost his ability to speak for a while.

"You actually know how to decoct medicine?"

Isn't it a ghost!Do ghosts get sick too? !

The evil spirit who turned his head to look at him actually looked a little cute, his six eyes were all blurry... Of course, with so much smoke, normally both eyes would be smoked!Why would an evil spirit with six eyes want to watch fire and boil medicine, how stupid!

Ichiro couldn't help but ran over, dodged the small fan, and squeezed the opponent away.

"Would it be possible? Are you an idiot? This is pouring cigarettes, pouring cigarettes! Get up and let me do it!"

Tossing and dredging the flue, let the fire burn normally, Ichiro held the small fan in one hand, and the pot of fried medicine in the other, feeling a little dazed for a while.

In other words, why do I, a patient, have to decoct medicine for myself?

No, even though he didn't want him to find other human beings to cook the medicine and then eat him, but it's even more strange to let the ghost cook the medicine.

...Do I still have to fry it myself in the end! ! !

There are veins floating on Ichiro's head and he stares at the evil spirit, what's the matter, why is it so weird!

"I used to... watch others survive."

Ichiro was stunned for a moment before he realized that the other party was actually answering the question he had asked before.

"Are you dementia! This reaction is too slow, and you are a swordsman! You can't learn how to cook medicine just by watching it once. You can't even make a fire, you evil ghost who doesn't need to cook! Ahhh! I'm so stupid, what am I doing! Is it useful to complain about this to an evil spirit? Whether he can understand it or not is a matter!"

Ichiro scratched his hair angrily, he was really, really unlucky!

"Of course I can understand, you have made an agreement with me..."

There is a black line, with your way of speaking full of broken sentences, it is really difficult to regard you as able to communicate normally.

Wait, wasn't this ghost very good when communicating with Yaolaoduxian before, why did he either not answer or be slow when it came to him?Because I'm human?

Ichiro looked at the six-eyed ghost with a strange expression.

In addition to cuteness and honesty, plus introversion and shyness, there is no sense of disobedience? (Not really, he was just trying to project authority.)

--No!Wait for me!what happened!It is absolutely wrong to put these labels on evil spirits!

Obviously, the evil ghost swordsman didn't understand his entanglement, and thought that the opponent was finally intimidated by his aura.

"Your brother is safe and sound... went to the Ghost Killing Squad. It's for you to fulfill the agreement."

Ichiro: ...

Ichiro: ...

Ichiro was really sweating profusely.

——I actually forgot my big brother!Ahhh!Damn it, it's all because of the weirdness of this evil spirit!

Ichiro didn't care about any agreement or not, he stood up and wanted to leave, but was held down by the evil spirit.

"I'd have to see my brother to count!"

After he finished yelling, he was speechless for a moment when he saw the cold soup being handed over.

He immediately took it and drank it, then ran away.

——Why didn’t you come after me, that ghost!Are you so worried about him?Is it a fool? That ghost!What if he just ran away?

There are too many slots, and Ichiro can't even explain his tangled mood.

Soon he realized that he was still thinking too much. With a light kick on his feet, he was picked up by the warrior who had followed him for a long time and carried him away. After a while of dizziness, he came to some place in the wilderness.

He saw his twin brother not far away, talking with other ghost swordsmen.

At this time, the evil ghost warrior was standing on the tree trunk, and was held by the evil ghost warrior at the waist like a rice bucket. Ichiro's limbs were honestly hanging and did not move. He was afraid that if he moved, the people over there Hear movement.This evil ghost warrior is definitely not something that the few swordsmen who don't look strong in front of him and his younger brother can deal with, and he still knows this well.

His younger brother seemed mentally exhausted, but his expression was relaxed, showing no signs of grief or sadness.Although he was relieved to see that his younger brother was fine, but seeing his younger brother so leisurely made his forehead appear blue veins.

"Is it really all right, Muichiro? Without the memory of the past, will it really not hinder your life? The doctor said it was psychogenic amnesia... Would it be better to find a way to find the cause of the amnesia?"

His younger brother, Muichiro replied indifferently: "Even if that is the case, the memory will not be retrieved, and it will only increase troubles. Anyway, it is the same as any member of the ghost killing team, nothing more than family members being eaten by ghosts. It doesn't matter, I still I still remember to kill the evil spirits, and the others... Since I have forgotten it, let it go, I just need to remember the most important thing."

At this time, Muichiro and the swordsmen were walking under the tree.

They are completely unaware that the top of their heads is their natural enemy.

At such a close distance, as long as the boy caught by the ghost opened his mouth to call out, they could all hear him.

However... no.

Wuichiro, who was walking forward, felt something falling on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw a little water.So he stopped and looked back at the tree behind him.

The ginkgo leaves are falling, and there is nothing on them.

——Is it the dew on the leaves, blown down by the wind?

Some distance away from them, the evil ghost swordsman let go of the person in his hands. He knew that there was no need to catch this little ghost.

The boy kneeling on the ground was covering his mouth with his hands, letting his tears fall like rain.

... There is no place for this brat to go back to.

Even though he thought so, the evil ghost swordsman did not urge him. He raised his head and looked at the figure of another kid who was walking away after a slight pause in his footsteps.

See, twins, they just look alike, but they're not really connected by soul.Even at such a close distance, it is impossible to convey the voice of the heart.

"Bastard! You are too, and so is Muichiro, you are all bastards! Why do you want to be a ghost swordsman! You know it, you know it will have such a tragic ending!"

The boy was hurt.

And not just because of the fact that he was forgotten by his brother.

More importantly... the fact that the brother had to forget himself in order to escape the pain.

His younger brother, Shitou Muichiro's words about memory coincided so horribly with this evil ghost swordsman!He seemed to see the hopeless future of his brother, and he suffered from it.

Instead of doing this, instead of burning his life to help others, and finally turning himself into a ghost who forgets everything, he would rather, rather...!

No, what was I thinking!How could I just give up and accept my fate!Wuichiro just chose his own path, even if it is the path he hates, the matter has come to this point, and he must not just admit defeat!

I must not let my younger brother degenerate into an evil ghost and no one can save him!

"You, yes, want to turn me into a ghost?"

Ichiro looked up and asked, maybe he was trying to make himself more imposing, but unfortunately the tears that were still rolling down only made him look more miserable.

Fortunately, the evil ghost swordsman did not show any expression changes. Perhaps a long time ago, the evil ghosts had no such feelings of pity.

"You are too weak."

Ichiro: Blue veins! ! !

"Vulgar speech, lack of etiquette, and bad temper are logically the types I don't like the most. But... I don't know why, but I don't hate you."

Obviously the other of the two brothers was more talented, but for some reason, he chose the duller one in the end.

Ichiro: "——Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, you evil ghost!!!"

Ahhh! ! !Has no one taught this damn evil ghost common sense? Is this kind of thing said casually?I hate it, it really is a ghost, it's too annoying! ! !

The evil spirit looked down at the boy with a flushed face, his eyes were bewildered.

Why, it's different from what he thought.