Only 100 days left in life

After Mariko Shiratori followed Yushiro through the wall that concealed the illusion, a two-story house was revealed.

Standing at the door was a woman in a purple kimono embroidered with large and gorgeous camellia flowers. She was elegant and well-dressed, smiling at Shiratori Mariko and the others.

She is extremely beautiful, with pale face, but her lips are as bright as flowers. She is probably a married woman. The bun on the back of her head is very low, bound by a clip inlaid with flowers, and her gestures are full of charm.

"I'm back, Lord Zhu Shi! I brought them all here too."

Yushiro trotted a few steps and greeted him, "But why did you come out, it's safer to stay inside"

"The lady has been bandaged and is sleeping," Zhu Shi said gently, "There is nothing else at all, so I came out and waited for you."

She said softly, "Welcome back, Yushiro."

Yushiro blushed a little.

"Even if that's the case," he said a few more words to Zhu Shi in a preaching manner, "You must never come out like this next time, it's really very dangerous."

Zhu Shi sighed helplessly.

"My name is Zhushi, and I am the owner of this place," she introduced herself to Mariko Shiratori, "The person next to me is my family member Yushiro."

"Shiratori Mariko," Shiratori Mariko pointed to herself, "this is my friend, Fuheshier."

Kamado Tanjiro also successfully introduced himself and his sister.

Zhu Shi nodded.

"Everyone, come in with me first," she said to Tanjirou and the others, "take a break and talk about other things."

Kamado Tanjiro nodded, as if he was extremely convinced by the lady.

"Is that lady okay?" He said apologetically, "I'm sorry to entrust her to you."

"The wound is not serious, the bleeding has stopped," Zhu Shi said, "don't worry too much."

She seemed to be the doctor Tanjiro Kamado was talking about, "Her husband didn't have any serious problems for the time being. Fortunately, he was brought back in time after being under our control. After the injection of the medicine, he still seemed to have a little sanity left."

Shiratori Mariko and Fuhesher, who stood at the end, looked at each other.

"Let's go?" she asked a little uncertainly.

"It's all right," Fu Heisher said indifferently.

That's what Fuheshier can beat or run away if he can't.

Shiratori Mariko took the lead to follow behind Zhushi with peace of mind, took Mizuko's other hand, and said to Tanjiro, "Then, Tanjiro, shall we go in together?"

"Well, Ms. Shiratori," Tanjirou Kamado froze for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Actually, there is something I didn't tell you."

It seems that because he is not used to lying, he turned his face away, and his entire facial features were deformed.

"Huh?" Shiratori Mariko said a little funny, "What?"

She couldn't hold back, and reached out to rub Tanjirou's hair, "Don't be nervous, speak slowly."

"That's right," Tanjiro Kamado said, "My younger sister Yadouko is actually, should be, probably a ghost. The 'disease' I mentioned earlier is also because of this."

His face was flushed red, and the words from his mouth were crackling like pouring beans, "Miss White Bird, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but you moved so fast that I didn't have time to say, you can take this box—— "

Suddenly, Tanjiro Kamado stopped talking.His head was patted and rubbed by Mariko Shiratori.

As if an electric current suddenly passed through Kamado Tanjirou's brain, he froze in place, motionless.

"Wait a minute," Shiratori Mariko said suspiciously, "What is a ghost?"

She stretched out her hand to pinch Mi Douzi's face, and stretched out her claws to Kamado Tanjiro, "Well, it feels good in the hand, and there are shadows too. Why is Mi Douzi a ghost?"

"No, it's not that ghost!" Kamado Tanjirou struggled and said, "It's a different meaning."

Miss Zhu Shi, who was leading the way, turned her head.

"Let me tell you the details," she said with a smile, "please don't worry, I should know more than these two children."

"So," Shiratori Mariko looked blankly at Miss Zhushi who was smiling gently beside her, and then at Midouzi lying in her arms in a daze, "Are you all ghosts?"

She keenly grasped the essence of the matter, "Although it is presumptuous, may I ask what is the difference between a ghost and a human?"

"We, to be precise, all ghosts have an instinctive desire for people," Miss Zhushi showed a sad expression, placing one hand on her chest, "ghosts use human flesh and blood as food, and To draw energy and survive. The original Oni who turned me and others into Oni, is called Onimai Tsuji Mumi."

"There are very few ghosts who can hold back their thirst for people and refuse to eat," she said. "Me and Yushirou still have some patience for the time being. I have transformed my body, and now I usually buy bags of it from people near the hospital." But ghosts like us are a minority after all.”

"But Mizuko," Kamado Tanjiro said, "Although Mizuko also has a strong desire for human flesh and blood, she won't harm anyone."

He recalled Mr. Ryotaki's words before, "Ya Douzi seems to be able to restore energy through sleep."

"Some ghosts are indeed like this," Miss Zhushi explained carefully, "Like Yushirou, I turned him into a ghost because of his terminal illness. His desire for human flesh and blood is lower than mine."

Her voice was soft, like a gentle breeze, "But Yushiro has been the only one in this situation for decades."

Shiratori Mariko paused, thinking of her own situation.

"Can you turn a man into a ghost so that he can live?" she asked.

"Yes," Zhu Shi nodded, and smiled wryly, "but the ones who survived are no longer humans, but ghosts."

She continued, "Actually, Yushiro and I have been looking for a way to transform back into humans, but so far we haven't made much progress."

Speaking of this, Kamado Tanjiro became excited again.

"Then do you think Mi Douzi can turn back into a human if given the chance?" He asked cautiously.

"There are no diseases that are difficult to treat in the world," Zhu Shi said softly, "It's just that there is no cure or medicine that can solve it for the time being."

"Your sister can be restored to adulthood, but our current ability is not enough."

Mariko Shiratori, who was listening, froze for a moment when she heard that sentence.

"Is there no disease that is difficult to treat in the world?" She murmured, "What about terminal illness?"

Originally, Shiratori Mariko was just talking to herself, but it was overheard by Miss Zhushi at the side.

"Maybe you can try it." She clasped her hands, put them on her knees, and looked at Shiratori Mariko tenderly, "I actually want to ask one thing. Where did Miss Shiratori and Mr. Fuguro come from?"

Shiratori Mariko is not surprised that Zhu Shi has found out about herself and Fuheshier.

"From another world," she explained, "Mi Douzi crawled from the box to my house at first. Mr. Shi Er and I found the passage, and we were worried about Mi Douzi's current situation, so we followed."

Zhu Shi nodded.

"So that's how it is," she laughed. "Actually, both Yushiro and I feel that the smell of blood on your body is different from the people we usually see. Isn't it, Yushiro?"

Yushiro on the side also nodded, and spoke with a bit of confusion.

"Actually, I can't smell her blood at all," he said. "If I hadn't seen this ugly, Miss White Bird chatting with this ghost hunter, I couldn't believe that there were still humans standing there. Speaking of which , are you really a human being? The concealment effect is better than my vampire technique."

"Yushiro!" Zhu Shi called out his name warningly.

Yushirou immediately stopped talking.

"It should be a human being," Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "the kind that doesn't run too fast."

She frowned, "Although I don't quite understand why, it is indeed human. What is a ghost hunter?"

"It refers to people who specialize in hunting ghosts," Yushiro replied angrily. "This is the name of ghosts. According to human beings, it should be called ghost killing——"

"Demon Slayer Squad," Kamado Tanjiro answered, "Yes, I am a member of the Demon Slayer Squad."

He said a little apologetically, "I'm really sorry, Miss Shiratori, I didn't tell you about this."

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "It's okay."

She was silent for a while, and with some difficulty, she returned to the previous topic, "What were you talking about just now, the way to treat Mi Douzi."

The mentioned Mizuko sat up from Shiratori Mariko's arms and blinked at Shiratori Mariko.

Shiratori Mariko, who is usually used to Maomao Shun, reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, and Tanjiro also reached out to pat Mizuko, and Mizuko lay down obediently again.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Shi smiled gently.

"To make the antidote, you need the most powerful ghost—the ghost blood of Onimai Tsuji Musai," she seemed a little guilty. "He will distribute the ghost blood to the ghost he controls, which is the 'Twelve Ghosts'. Tanjiro , I want to ask you to find these ghosts, then kill them, and get the blood that can be studied to make an antidote. Then, I also hope to take a tube of your sister's blood to continue research, Tanjiro."

Shiratori Mariko pondered for a moment.

"So," she asked, "Gimai Tsuji is the guy who turned Mizuko into a ghost? What if he is killed?"

"He hides very well," Miss Zhu Shi said with a wry smile, "Although many people and ghosts want to kill him, as a ruler, he can not only command most ghosts, but also hides in human society most of the time. We can't find him."

"Is there no weakness?" Mariko Shiratori rubbed her eyes and asked.

Under the double torment of exhaustion and sleepiness, she thought of someone.

Wujo Wu, who is born with six eyes and can collect traces of everything.

Maybe this guy can do something?It's time to ask first.

"Sunshine and wisteria are the weakness of all ghosts," Zhu Shi said, "but for thousands of years, there is only one person who can push Ghost Mai Tsuji to that point."

She looked at Tanjiro's earrings, and said in a daze, "Ah, speaking of which, Mr. Tanjiro's earrings seem to be very similar to that gentleman."

"Huh?" Zamon Tanjirou pointed to himself, "My earrings?"

"Yeah," Zhu Shi nodded, and smiled at Tanjiro, "It's been many years, I can't remember clearly, but it does look alike."

She changed the subject and looked at Shiratori Mariko, "If I'm not mistaken, the terminally ill person should be Miss Shiratori?"

Hit suddenly by the rather straight ball, Mariko Shiratori, who was still a little drowsy, paused and nodded.

"It's really me," she patted Mi Douzi who seemed to sense her depression and rubbed her palm, and said helplessly, "It's a terminal illness inherited from the family."

Zhu Shi nodded, "Then, is it convenient for Miss Shiratori to leave a tube of blood for me?"

She stood up, took two blood-drawing needles, handed one to Tanjiro, and the other to Shiratori Mariko, "The analysis may take a while, and I'll let you know when the time comes, is that okay?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

She usually went to bed at this time, struggling to hold her eyelids, preventing herself from falling asleep in an unfamiliar environment, "Then, next time, you can directly tell Tanjiro the result, the door of my house is not far from the door of Mizuko's wooden box— —”

Before she finished speaking, everyone present suddenly heard a loud sound of the wall being smashed, followed by a handball flying in through the broken hole, spinning and pounced in front of Shiratori Mariko .

Yadouko Kamado, who was lying in Shiratori Mariko's arms, subconsciously reached for the collar and pulled her down to avoid the attack of the ball.

Kamado Tanjiro on the side also reacted very quickly and threw himself on Shiratori Mariko and Midouko, tightly protecting them together under his body, gritting his teeth to endure the pain of falling boulders.

But the bad scenario he expected didn't materialize.

Kamado Tanjiro raised his head in a little confusion, and saw Fuheshier lazily standing up at some point, holding the gaudy handball that was just coming menacingly.

He gradually closed his fingers, and with almost no effort, the seemingly incomparably hard handball that could shatter walls was easily turned into powder and leaked from his fingertips.

Fu Heisher clapped his hands not very interested, shaking off the dust.

"Tsk, that's all."