Only 100 days left in life

Pulled up with his pants pulled up, the pig-headed boy turned around sharply with his flexible limbs almost as if his hair had exploded, and slashed at Fu Heisher with a knife.

Fuheshier laughed contemptuously.

Shiratori Mariko found that he had hardly used much force, so she easily snatched the two knives.

And in this gap, the pig-headed boy deftly turned around in mid-air, and escaped from Fuhesher's shackles.

The pig-headed boy who successfully returned to the ground relied on his instinct to support the ground with both hands, and made quite complicated movements to alleviate the impact of the fall.

But after a while, he stood up straight, clenched his fists and said excitedly, "I'm amazing! Hahahahaha!"

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but he didn't expect the kid in front of him to have such a keen intuition.

He licked the corner of his lips, weighed the knife in his hand a few times, "The knife is not bad."

"Come on!" The pig-headed boy let go of his hands and feet, and rushed towards Fu Heisher in front of him again, "The pig is advancing! The pig is advancing!"

He shouted this slogan frantically, and the nostrils of the pig's head mask he was wearing were even snorting, looking like a sprinting beast.

"What is this?" my wife Shanyi huddled aside and complained, "Is it a ghost? It looks so strange."

He hid behind Tanjiro, and commented on the strange person who appeared, "It's too amazing, is it really human?"

But what Shanyi didn't expect was that the pig-headed boy immediately turned towards him after hearing these words.

"What are you talking about?" he said in a husky voice, "Do you have a problem with my headgear?!!"

My wife Zenitsu was stunned for a moment, then hid behind Tanjiro with a whoosh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

But three seconds later, the extremely aggressive boy was hung upside down and tied to a tree.

Fu Heisher clapped his hands and sat down again bored.

Mariko Shiratori was standing behind him, holding the hand of Zaomen Midouzi, looking at the pig-headed boy who was hung up and still struggling.

"That" she tried to communicate, "I want to ask, why are you attacking us?"

"Because there are ghosts!" said the pig-headed boy, "Kill the ghosts!"

His words obviously startled those around him.

"Ghost?!" Shanyi immediately jumped up, "Where is there a ghost!!"

The pig-headed boy pointed in the direction of Mi Douzi with his chin.

"Ghost," he said.

"Ah?! Oh," Shanyi, who had already started trying to climb the tree, put down his hand again, "You mean Mi Douzi."

He clasped his hands together, showing a dizzy expression, "Mi Douzi is such a cute ghost, he can't be considered a ghost at all~ Speaking of which, Tanjirou-kun, can you marry your sister to—"

Tanjiro knocked on Zenitsu's forehead without hesitation.

"Mi Douzi is my younger sister," he explained, "she doesn't eat people. She is different from other ghosts."

Shiratori Mariko also nodded.

"Yes," she said with a smile, "Mi Douzi's situation is a little bit special. If you are worried, you can stay with us temporarily."

The pig-headed boy exhaled a puff of air from the nostrils of the hood, and he didn't know what he wanted to express.

Anyway, Shiratori Mariko didn't see it.

"It's hard to sleep hanging from a tree, isn't it?" She thought for a while, then reached out and patted his shoulder, "Well, you promise not to attack us, and I'll put you down first, how about it?"

The pig-headed boy glanced at her.

"I'm amazing!" He coughed, "If I want to come down, I will come down! I didn't lose!"

"Hey," Fu Heisher said lazily, "That's all."

Hearing this provocative word, the pig-headed boy struggled again, like a salted fish strung on a rope, struggling to get off.

Shiratori Mariko blinked, and at this moment, the half-capable hood of the pig-headed boy finally slipped off his head, revealing a rather delicate and delicate face.

The person in front of him seemed completely unaware of such a situation, his light blue eyes were full of bewilderment, and he was a little annoyed, "My headgear!"

Shiratori Mariko sighed a little "ah".

"It's pretty good," she commented objectively, "I suggest you wear more clothes next time. It's fine in autumn now, and you might catch a cold in winter."

Taking the hood from Midouko, Shiratori Mariko casually pressed it back on the pig-headed boy's head, then turned it to the back, and untied the knot of the rope.

Turning over neatly, the pig-headed boy landed steadily from the original hanging position.

He made a hand gesture, "I, the first, land!"

It's as glorious as a general who has just come down from the battlefield and captured the head of the enemy.

Tanjirou Kamado who was watching: "You are the only one who has been hung up."

He patted the seat next to him, "Would you like to sit down for a while? My name is Tanjiro Kamado, you already know Mizuko, and this is my wife Zenitsu on the other side."

"Shiratori Mariko," Shiratori Mariko introduced herself, "the one beside me is my friend, Fuheshier."

"I," said the pig-headed boy, "Inosuke!"

He waved his hands and made a gesture towards Fu Heisher, "Let's do it again! Let's fight! Let's fight!"

Fuheshier took a look.

"Fight?" He said blandly, "Give me the money."

Pig-headed boy named Inosuke: "Money? What?"

He seemed to have difficulty understanding this term, and looked at Mariko Shiratori with some doubts, "Human? I'll catch her for you, let's try again!"

Mariko Shiratori: "I'm not money. It's useless to catch me."

And what's going on with the boy in front of him, why doesn't he even know the money?Where did he grow up?

Shiratori Mariko exhaled.

"Then follow us first," she asked conservatively with Shanyi's example first, "Have you eaten yet?"

Inosuke shook his head honestly, and turned his gaze to the three birds standing on the tree.

"Gah! Don't eat me!" The crow belonging to Tanjiro flew up and got into Tanjiro's hair, "Don't eat me! Don't!"

"Chirp!" Sparrow looked around in panic, and finally got into Shanyi's pocket, "Chup!"

Like it, Zenitsu also knelt down and hid behind Tanjiro with his head in his arms, "Don't eat me——"

And Mariko Shiratori, the crow that originally belonged to Inosuke, searched for a long time, but couldn't find it.

She smiled helplessly, "Then you wait here for a while, I'll go back. Shier, can you stay with them for a while?"

Fu Hesher didn't speak, Shiratori Mariko took it as his acquiescence.

She picked up the rubbish that Tanjiro had packed in advance, and got into the box with the open cabinet door, and got out of the unclosed wooden box after a while, holding two meat floss breads in her hand.

"Here," Shiratori Mariko handed the food to Inosuke. Seeing that he seemed to be gnawing on it, she helped to tear open the bag, took out the bread and handed it to him. By the way, he divided the mineral water among himself a bottle.

Seeing Inosuke's hurried look, Zenyi, who was not particularly pleasing to the eye, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Eat slowly," he taught Inosuke to open the bottle cap, "it's basically like this anyway, you'll know after a few more tries."

Inosuke's mouth was stuffed with meat floss bread, and he nodded upon hearing this, showing an excited expression.

Shiratori Mariko carefully inspected the scars on Tanjirou's hands in front of the light in this gap.

Originally, this matter was most suitable to be done during the day, but Tanjiro didn't want to waste his time on the road on it, so he simply put it at night.

She helped bandage it a few days ago, but even though the dressing is changed frequently, it still makes Mariko Shiratori feel a little shocked to remove the bandage now.

It should be the reason why he often helps with housework. His palms are even rougher than Shiratori Mariko's.

When Mariko Shiratori was disinfecting the wound, Tanjiro even deliberately endured the reaction of pulling his hand back. Not only did he not cry out in pain, but he would occasionally smile gently to comfort Mariko Shiratori who was worried about him.

"Maybe you can yell," Shiratori Mariko suggested to him before, "Shouting a little bit will make you feel better."

But Tanjiro shook his head, rejecting Shiratori Mariko's proposal.

"I'm the eldest man," he still smiled cheerfully, "it will be very troublesome if the eldest man wants to cry out in pain. Besides, Miss Shiratori is already very sad when dealing with the wound. I don't feel pain, It doesn't matter."

Withdrawing from the memory, Shiratori Mariko pondered for a while after packing up her things, remembering that she had just found that both Zenitsu and the pig-headed boy had wounds of various sizes on their hands.

She fumbled around for a while, and then took out the home medicine box with a roll of bandages, iodine, and sterile cotton from her bag.

"Anyway, I'm free and I'll help you disinfect it. It just so happens that I'm free." Mariko Shiratori stuffed the bandage back, picked up a little cotton with tweezers, and dipped it in iodophor. "Who will come first?"

Zenitsu, who watched Tanjiro's disinfection process and thought it was not in great pain, his eyes lit up, and he desperately raised his hand, "Me!!"

Then, when the antiseptic cotton was pressed against his wound, Shanyi let out a scream.

The three children around her were already fully asleep, and only Mariko Shiratori and Fuheshier were still awake.

The tongue of fire licked the firewood that Tanjiro and Inosuke found together, and it was burning very vigorously, adding some warmth to the cold night.

Listening to the crackling sound of sparks, Mariko Shiratori stared at the fire in front of her, feeling a little sleepy.

In fact, at this point, Shiratori Mariko should have washed and slept a few days ago.

But today, Mariko Shiratori has no sleepiness because of the things in her mind.

She looked at Fuheshier who was a little confused, not knowing whether to ask or not.

Noticing her sight, Fu Heisher, who had closed his eyes for a nap, opened them slowly.

"What?" he asked, "What's wrong?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, then nodded again.

After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and nodded again.

This completely contradictory action made Fuheshier laugh.

He reached out and touched the scar on the corner of his mouth, showing a genuine smile that was rarely seen at ordinary times, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Shiratori Mariko automatically completed the following words for him: If you want to entrust work, give money.

She gritted her teeth in secret, looked at Fuheshier, and said slowly, "I think you talk a lot today."

Fu Heisher let out a lazily hum.

"What?" He picked up a branch out of boredom, "Do you care about this?"

Like himself, Fuheshier's tone was that of a wild animal being let out of its cage.

His voice was low and a bit ruffian, and there was a sense of deliberate ridicule, but when he listened carefully, it seemed a little inexplicable.

Shiratori Mariko took a breath.

"A little bit," she said honestly, "I want to ask you a question, Mr. Shi Er."

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her.

"What do you want to ask?" He said casually, "Let's say it first, answering some questions requires a price increase."

Shiratori Mariko decided not to ask him what "certain questions" meant. Her intuition told her that the so-called "certain questions" were nothing more than some adult topics.

——Sometimes I really hope that this guy's thinking will not go to such a place occasionally.Is she that unprincipled? !

Mariko Shiratori took a deep breath before holding back the rant, "That's right, I've heard some rumors before."

Looking at Fuheshier who didn't seem to be listening at all, she raised her voice slightly, "Before Huijun told me that you used to have a less formal job, isn't that true?"

Fuhesher laughed lazily.

"Oh, yes," he said nonchalantly, "I thought you'd figured it out. Why, you want it too? Well, the reward is—"

Shiratori Mariko: "Please don't misinterpret my meaning!"

Because the topic was too embarrassing, she even sped up her speech, pointing to Inosuke who was sleeping soundly on the ground, "Tell me, Mr. Shi Er, you didn't want to train this child to be a successor, did you?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Fuheshier reluctantly took a look at Inosuke's overly delicate face lying on the ground with his hood off.

He reluctantly commented, "It's not impossible."

Although it is indeed a bit worse than him, maybe some rich women will like it?