Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Purgatory Xingshourou stared at his line of sight with piercing eyes.

This Yan Zhu seems to be born lacking the string of embarrassment, no matter what he does, he will be open and aboveboard, open and frank.

He observed this one carefully and openly, the girl who was able to silently and tacitly cooperate with him the first time he met, and repelled the powerful enemy of the upper string, or, if her age was not forced to stop, she should be called a girl now.

The previous conversations that interfered with the third chapter cannot be fully believed, but there is a lot of information revealed.

She should have died from Xueye, but she woke up from Xueye for unknown reasons.

Not long ago, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they came from the northeast where the ice and snow still remained.

Even now, this girl with the unique undisappeared frost on her temples and eyebrows, surrounded by evergreen branches and leaves and spring buds, is clearly dead, but all of them are exuding vigorous vitality .

If it wasn't for the request just now, she would have chosen not to say a word deliberately, tried to minimize the disclosure of information, and then disappeared into the rising sun.

Now she was looking downcast, her pupils hidden by long lashes.Only a hint of peach powder can be faintly revealed between the changes of light and shadow.

Like a flower that blooms in winter.

I was very uncomfortable, and moved my toes cautiously.

The line of sight above the head and the top of the head really has a sense of presence.

Even Tanjirou's distant sight, which resembles the shape of the breath of water, is about to be compared.

what happened?

You Yanzhu, don't you even see people's eyes burning like fire?

What kind of limited edition is this?

help...

I really don't know how to run, the human shoulder blades are not covered by skin, wouldn't it be difficult to hold them, Mr. Purgatory?

Under an inexplicably strong atmosphere, I was forced to secretly give up my plan to turn around and run away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he has caught the crow that belongs to Yanzhu taking off early.

At this time, I can even imagine the content of its cry: "Ah! Good news! Good news! Yanzhu Purgatory Xingshourou, three Gui-level team members, and an unknown girl who is not a human and not a ghost, repel the three of the top strings!"

The unknown girl who is neither human nor ghost, under my painted skin, showed a painful face.

They are also the same people who beat up all night, I am tired even if I am not tired, how on earth did this person perceive my intentions, damn it.

I have to recover my mobility quickly, and then find a time to bring Hanako's words alone, so let's slip away.

Although I like everyone in the Demon Slayer Squad very much, if I meet with this body, I don't think I can do it, I'm not ready yet.

Yan Zhu, who seemed to be quite friendly, brought me in front of the three boys from the Ghost Killing Squad like a chick, and then sat on the side and slowly closed his eyes.

I allowed myself to sit down next to him, and the three embarrassed teenagers opposite me were relatively speechless.

Beside him, Yan Zhu's breathing gradually became deeper and slower.

I kept the sitting posture, couldn't help but take a glance, and then I looked at him, watching the deep bone wound on his body slowly stop bleeding.

Wow.

Breathing to stop bleeding is a move I have never seen before.

I suppressed the upper body that was eager to lean over to take a closer look, but I couldn't hold back and raised my eyes, which revealed deep desire.

--Want to learn.

The next second, two gasping voices came from the opposite side.

I snapped back to my senses.

Eyes—rare pink ones, exactly the same eyes as Kamado Tanjirou's younger sister, Oni Girl—Kamado Yazuko, are exposed.

No, that's not right, I originally planned to secretly find Tanjirou boy alone, why did it suddenly become like this?

I looked at the immovable young man with some doubts, and dispelled my doubts.

It shouldn't be possible to be open and frank, Big Brother Purgatory.

I attributed this time to my own fault and turned my gaze back.

Of the three teenagers with unnatural expressions on the opposite side, the only one who didn't gasp in surprise was Kamado Tanjiro who sat in the middle and was the most seriously injured.

From the moment I sat down, his posture was frozen.

It was obviously not a comfortable sitting position, not to mention that he was still seriously injured, his two hands that had already lost strength were still tightly grasping the haori beside him, and his veins were bulging.

It was a gesture that made me feel very sad when I knew it.

This boy, not long ago, was still in the dream of family reunion constructed by the ghost of the dream, and he committed suicide again and again crying to bid farewell to his family.

Even if the illusion is fake, the sadness is unavoidable.

Forget it, I feel a little self-defeating.Why pick time? Do you think this person cares about being seen as vulnerable by others?

Is it shameful to cry for family members?

Since we have to see each other, why not choose now.

Maybe I... should believe in their bond, the bond of family.

Raising my less seriously injured hand, I silently looked at it a few times, and couldn't help showing a look of disgust.

In fact, looking at it openly, this injury is really quite painful, and I don't know how I survived last night.

I searched for it with difficulty, and chose a finger that was a little bigger than the skin. I flicked it, and gently touched the vine on the side of the other wrist bone with the glowing green fingertip.

This is actually a wooden escape.

Not long ago, I researched and developed it when I was tossing and covering my face. Every section of the vine and every bud separated my concentrated chakra and life force, and stuck it on the body surface. Usually it was only used as a totem to cover up the appearance. It's just in case the back road is left behind.

"Hey..." As the blond boy lowered his exclamation, the vines slowly melted and turned into the same glowing green pattern, seeping into the skin and bones below.

First came the torso, the damaged torso began to fill in, followed by the limbs, broken leg bones, collapsed tendons, and bony arms, which were gradually covered by the outer layer of pale skin, turning into a normal "human" appearance.

Finally, the forehead and cheeks.

Feeling the last warmth fade away, I raised my head that had been drooping.

"..."

"...?"

"hiss--"

"..."

This is a face that is very similar to the ghost girl who is poking her head out of the wooden box curiously to observe secretly - Kamado Nezuko.

The first thing to move was my wife Shanyi, a young man who had always seemed timid and timid. At this time, he was keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere, and silently covered the mouth of the boy wearing a wild boar hood full of question marks... the pig on the hood mouth, forcefully dragged him aside.

However, there is nowhere to hide in this vast and vast plain. The overturned train in the distance was filled with frightened crowds. He dragged the struggling wild boar's head around, and finally chose to hide in silence. Behind Yanzhu Haori, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Good, now there is only one person in front of me.

Rounding up, there is no one.

I closed my eyes, opened them again, raised my intact hand, and stuck it directly in front of me like a piece of transparent glass.

In fact, I did put some kind of transparent barrier on it.

On the opposite side, the young man who has been trembling uncontrollably since I showed my whole face, hesitantly, gently put his hand on it.

In my field of vision, in the split white space, there was another hand exactly like mine, which overlapped with this young man's hand full of sword cocoons and knife wounds.

This is what I agreed with Hanako from the very beginning when I decided to use her body——

# # #

"You have said that, what reason do I have for refusing?"

"I promise you, as long as I am still in this world, I will definitely bring it."

"But Hanako, I won't be you."

"Everything you want to say to your brother, you have to say it yourself."

With Hanako's body, if I still accept her family affection and bond with peace of mind, then where will I leave this lonely and kind child?

Worse than the meanest of thieves.

No matter how embarrassing the situation I faced, I would never allow myself to do this.

'花' is '花' and 'Hanako' is 'Hanako'.

"That's your family, your brother and sister."

"I have replaced your existence, and I can no longer replace your fetters."

At the end of the memory is my confident guarantee to the kind people in that family.

"It's okay, leave it to me!"

——I am the flower of rebellion who can subvert the world.

# # #

Well, here we go.

I breathe life into this hand of mine.

When you don't know what to do, just believe in life.

Life, bloodlines, bonds, these cannot be easily separated by time and space.

I, full of majestic life, is their bridge.

First up is Hanako.

Hanako tried her best to suppress her choked voice: "Ni-chan."

After that……

A bigger hand, with a face similar to Tanjiro's, but more immature, with a pretentious smile on his face: "Hey! Ni-chan..."

——Takeo.

then,

It was a boy who was shorter than him, with a cropped head and wearing a light grass-colored shirt, grinning, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes: "Ni-chan!"

——Mao.

and also……

The child who woke up and opened his eyes struggled to stand on tiptoe, put his fingertips on my palm, cried softly, but pretended to smile when he spoke: "Ni! Sauce!"

——This is the youngest sixth wife.

At last,

It was the mother who was kneeling, holding my palm with both hands, and wrapped the boy's hand together, as if stroking the boy's wound: "Tanjirou."

--Mother.

The boy Tanjiro opened his eyes greedily and hard.

He saw his family in those familiar eyes opposite, in those clear pink eyes.

It's real, not created by the hallucinations of the ghosts of dreams, but real family members.

Crystal clear, bean-sized tears rolled down from those dark eyes, the boy opened and closed his mouth, but only a few syllables rolled out of his hoarse throat.

He has already lost his voice.

But still persisted, silently, sobbing, and hoarse, the names of family members that few people could understand: "Hanako... Zhu, Xiong... Mao... Six, Tai... And... Mom, Mom... …ah……"

I held the other hand in his unconsciously convulsed hand, stroked it away bit by bit, and held it.

It was cold, just like that winter, he was full of despair, touching the past temperature one by one.

I opened my mouth, and Hanako's voice overlapped with Bigan's voice, and it came to his eardrum more clearly and intuitively: "We have always been here."

"Ni sauce—"

"Take care of yourself!"

"Eat well."

"Hahahaha, woo—Ni-chan, please remember my smile."

"Hoo hoo, Pain flies away~"

"Tanjiro, you've worked hard for the past two years."

My hand sank slowly, not heavy, just the weight of a brick, but it made my steady hand tremble slightly.

I realized that this was supposed to be strict, but this time the world consciousness that has finally relaxed the restrictions is a gentle reminder that the time is almost up.

Feeling the slight downward movement of my hand, the voice over there quickly accelerated, almost loudly, shouting one after another:

"Be careful all the way in the future—"

"It's okay if you don't have to come so fast this time!"

"We can wait a long, long time!"

"Ni-chan, oh--"

"I want to live to be a hundred years old with Mi Douzi!"

At the moment when the hands of both parties were suddenly empty, Tanjiro saw in his mirror-like eyes the scene of his dead siblings and mother standing together with tears in their eyes but smiling and waving.

Just like the farewell that sent him down the mountain.

This time, it's "goodbye".

Tanjiro, after the death of his family, the younger sister who has been ghostly running around alone, repeating hardships, training, hardships...

Bearing pain and hatred, enduring incomprehension that should not belong to him, he still firmly protects his sister behind him, a young man who has never rested or shown weakness...

At this moment, he finally let go of his burden, and tightly grasped the cold hand of the girl in front of him, as if holding some inseparable treasure.

After the war, with the ruined battlefield behind him, the sky was vast, and in the silent wilderness, there were small sobbing sounds intermittently at first, and then the crying became louder and louder. Finally, he finally wailed like a child.