The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"Etc., etc."

Gojo Gojo took several steps back again and again, staying away from Tanjiro as if he was avoiding some scourge.

"Who allows you to call other people's names as soon as you come up."

He still didn't know this ghost who appeared inexplicably. Even if that guy claimed to be a student ten years later, it didn't mean he could get acquainted with him immediately.

"Huh?" However, Tanjiro seemed to have no idea what Gojo Satoru meant.

The boy tilted his head, and the sunlight penetrated his body, casting slightly curved light on the ground.

"Can't I call you 'Wu Jun'..."

Tanjiro frowned in distress, folded his hands, "Then what should I call you better?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

In fact... it's not impossible.

However, it is absolutely impossible for the young, energetic and stinky DK to admit it.

He stretched his legs, didn't care about the dust on the stone bench, and sat up directly.

The height of the stone bench was really short, and there was almost no place for Wuwu's two legs to rest.

He braced his face, and didn't bother to entangle with the question of address. The blue color flowed out from behind the sunglasses, and silently looked at the ghost not far away.

"So, haven't you figured out what your last wish is?"

Tanjiro paused suddenly.

Gojo Satoru spread out his hands, looking a little impatient, and helped him count them one by one.

"Speaking of Ghost's last wish, it's nothing more than such messy things as meeting family members and not letting go of your lover. What are you?"

"Oh, of course there are things like revenge. But seeing that you don't have any trace of curse on you, you probably shouldn't be those."

However, Tanjiro still stood where he was, without any reaction.

"What?" Now it was Wujo Satoru's turn to feel a little surprised.

"Don't you want to see your family again?"

Although Tanjiro didn't tell him his age, Gojo Satoru estimated that he was about 15 years old. Even if it was more than ten years ago, it wouldn't be said that he couldn't see his relatives.

"Of course I want to see them again."

After a long time, Tanjiro spoke again.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

Gojo Satoru paused while supporting his face.

His face froze slightly, and he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Tanjirou's expression after he realized it.

"But—they are no longer in this world."

The young man who had lowered his head raised his face, and the bright sunlight shone on his face, refracted into those bright maroon eyes, as if to sweep away all the haze.

Looking at the soft and warm smile on Tanjirou's face, Gojo Satoru smacked his lips, and a rather uncomfortable feeling suddenly spread in his heart.

The white-haired high school student said dryly, "Sorry, I don't know."

Even he himself didn't understand where this unhappiness came from, he just turned his head away and stopped looking at the smile on Tanjirou's face.

"It's okay." Tanjiro shook his head, "Goku-kun didn't know at all."

"Besides..." The crimson-haired boy lowered his head again, a sour feeling escaped silently from the small crack in his heart, bit by bit infecting his atrium.

He took a deep breath, and for some reason, his chest seemed to be filled with water, "I'm not qualified to see them with my current appearance."

He has turned into the same creature as Wu Mi who killed their family and turned Nezuko into a ghost.

What qualifications does he have to mourn his loved ones like this?

"what?"

As if he had heard some joke, Gojo Satoru suddenly leaned over and put his face in front of Tanjirou, their noses were almost touching.

"What's the matter with you, why are you not qualified?"

His blue eyes emerged from behind the sunglasses, staring closely at the boy in front of him.

"I don't see anything special about you."

"Hey, because I'm a ghost..."

Tanjiro looked up in confusion.He tried his best to bend his waist back, trying to avoid this overly oppressive posture, but Gojo Satoru chased after him, insisting on looking Tanjirou straight in the eyes, forcing him to tell the truth.

"Ghost? Of course you are a ghost now."

The young DK let out a breath from his nose, "Is it because of this silly reason?"

"Do not……"

Tanjiro looked into Gojo Satoru's eyes, unable to say a word.

Just as Gojo Satoru could clearly see his own appearance in his maroon pupils, Tanjiro could also clearly see his own figure in those blue pupils.

The markings on the forehead are still like flames, but they don't crawl all over the face like ghost lines.

The maroon eyes are like high-quality pure rubies, not the bloody red color of ghosts; human pupils are round.Not the cold vertical pupils like a ghost.

Tanjiro quickly lowered his head again, the skin on his hands was still fair, he didn't want his wheat-colored complexion like before, but he also didn't want Oni's pale, dry, lifeless bluish-white.

Human nails are cut clean and round, not as sharp and scary as ghosts, dyed with ominous colors, it seems that they can tear people open at any time.

"I now……"

He stared blankly at his fingertips, and the feeling of soreness erupted in his heart instantly.

"Wow - why are you crying again!"

DK, who jumped up in fright from Tanjiro's tears, almost collapsed.

"I didn't bully you just now!"

He started to rummage around again, but the only remaining tissue was given to Tanjirou just now, and Gojo Satoru was empty at the moment.

It was impossible for him to wipe Tanjiro with his hands, just thinking about such a scene made him feel a chill, and goose bumps fell all over the floor.

"Sorry...I'm just, very happy."

Realizing his gaffe, Tanjiro hurriedly tried to wipe the tears off his face.

However, the lacrimal gland seemed to be fighting against him, the more he tried to stop the tears, the more tears poured out.

Salty tears had already soaked the cuffs, and the tears that hadn't been wiped away slid down the cheeks, silently disappearing on Tanjiro's chest.

The young man wiped his tears, and for some reason the smile on his face was much more real than what Gojo Satoru saw just now.

He obviously still had a strong nasal voice, but Gojo Satoru could still hear the obviously happy emotions in the boy's words:

"It's really great to see Wu Jun in this human form!"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Gojo froze in place, his mind went blank.

It was as if someone suddenly dropped a bomb in his head, which made his face turn red and the roots of his ears scald.

Obviously Tanjiro didn't say anything, Gojo Gojo stared at the boy's smiling face in a daze, Tanjirou didn't even wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the crystal clear tears reflected gem-like glitter in the sunlight.

The six eyes are still functioning dutifully, and countless huge information are poured into the mind.

However, at this moment Gojo Satoru seemed to be able to only see the crimson-haired boy in front of him.

The white-haired young dk could hear his own heart beating like a drum, vibrating his eardrum once and for all;

He could hear the joyful rush of blood in his blood vessels, like clear spring water colliding in his blood vessels and making a clanging sound.

"What's the matter, Wu-jun?"

Tanjiro sniffed and asked with some doubts.

He has almost calmed down now, although he still has a little nasal voice, but at least he has stopped his tears.

Tanjiro suspiciously wanted to step forward to check the situation of the young DK, but was blocked by Gojo Satoru who suddenly regained consciousness.

"Wait! Don't come here!"

The heat on the white-haired high school student's face has not subsided.

Tanjiro stood there with a puzzled expression on his face, not understanding what happened.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Gojo Satoru cleared his throat.

He put on a show, trying to cover up the embarrassment just now: "Since you have no relatives you want to see, do you have any other wishes you want to realize?"

Gojo Satoru had a rare kindness, "Maybe I will find a way to help you realize it."

Although their conjurers don't seem to be very responsible for things like ghosts, but it shouldn't be bad?

It doesn't matter whether he is on a whim or panicking when he is idle, the young DK really wants to fulfill the wish of the ghost in front of him at this moment.

"If you really can't think of it right now—" He looked around, pointing to places.

"Just wait here and come to me after you think about it?"

Although from the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want to get rid of this unbelievably well-behaved guy, but there was no guarantee that other problems would arise if he left it alone.

Gojo Satoru smacked his lips silently, a little confused about what kind of emotion was swirling in his heart all the time.

"Then trouble Wu-jun."

Tanjiro nodded.

His current state is indeed not suitable for running around.

'However, there is really no real feeling. '

Lifting his palm to his eyes, Tanjiro could see through the translucent hand the dry lines on the tree directly in front of him.

When he first appeared in this strange world, he tried every means to erase himself as a ghost.

However, when he realized that he might die like this, the first thing that occupied his mind was not luck and relief, but a feeling of regret and helplessness.

He hasn't had time to say goodbye to Mr. Wujo and his classmates.

I don't know, teacher, will they be sad because of his departure?

Tanjiro shrugged helplessly.

Hope not.

Before he could be sentimental for a few more seconds, a strong pulling sensation came suddenly.

Tanjiro's footsteps were unsteady, and he was pulled forward by that force.

"Wu Jun! Get out of the way!!"

In a hurry, Tanjiro only had time to remind Gojo Satoru, who was still ignorant.

Hearing Tanjirou's voice suddenly, Gojo Satoru looked back in doubt.

Then he saw the boy rushing towards him like a runaway train.

"boom!"

"Ow—!"

Even the strongest in the future could not escape Tanjiro's sudden 'attack'.

The white-haired high school student was knocked back and forth, and sat on the ground, covering his red and swollen forehead, still gasping for breath.

It might be embarrassing to say it, so Gojo Satoru covered his eyes as much as possible while suffering the pain.

What a joke, if Tanjiro finds out that he almost shed tears because of the pain from the bump, will he still have this face?

What about his infinity?Why is it useless!

"What is your head made of, why is it so hard!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry!"

Compared to Gojo Satoru, Tanjiro is just like a normal person, even his forehead is not red or swollen.

The crimson-haired boy scratched his head in embarrassment, and glanced awkwardly at Gojo Satoru who was still in pain.

"Although I don't know what happened, it seems..."

"I have no way to leave Wu Jun's side for the time being."

Otherwise, such a tragedy would not have happened.

Tanjiro touched his nose, a little guilty.

Ah, I hope Wu Jun didn't get a concussion from his bump just now.