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

I pointed a small bottle with small flowers on it to the sun and shook it.

The emerald green liquid was swaying stickily with weird bubbles.

Then he carefully looked at another smaller bottle, the colorless and clear liquid exuded a reassuring atmosphere.

But this one has a crossed flower attached to the bottle.

...very easy to understand.

Undisguisedly carrying private goods, this is the medicine to increase cell vitality delivered by Mr. Toika.

The bottle that belongs to me exudes a very unpleasant atmosphere, and there is always a bad feeling that after drinking it, you will see Hanako far away on the other side.

With some hesitation, I looked at Butterfly Ninja who was watching me with a smile, ready to help me drink medicine at any time, and Fengzhu and Yanzhu on both sides showing a tendency to outflank.

After Mr. Tomama's imprint of Fei Leishen experienced cross-world express delivery, the communication between the two parties was not very stable.

——Or my unilateral contact has been disconnected.

Of course, if I "accidentally" and "not casually" "again" to exhaust the chakra, I can still feel it there.

The above is from the original words of Mr. Tokaima one second before the disconnection.

Mr. Tomama's rant was extremely serious, words like 'I won't live long', 'Secret injury', and 'Don't die' have already stamped me with the stamp that I will die soon if I don't follow the doctor's advice.

If it wasn't for sure that the shuriken was just a voice call and the video function hadn't been turned on, I would even suspect that he had already seen the picture here.

For example, there is a medical commander-in-chief who is in charge of the medical power, a certain person who accepts death and refuses to listen to others, and a certain person who does not love himself but has double standards.

— let's drink.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I pulled off the cap and poured it into my mouth.

"Gulu...huh?" Sweet...the smell of three-color meatballs?

I swallowed it too fast, and it was gone before I had time to recollect it. I delicately tasted the remaining taste in my mouth, and I actually felt a trace of regret?

Is this what you expected too, Tomagama-san?

However, the medicinal effect is really good, and soon, the depleted body seemed to be injected with a living spring, gurgling through the muscle tissue squeezed by me, and the capillaries slightly dilated, receiving the rare preferential treatment.

So I stuffed another smaller bottle into Miss Butterfly's hand and gave her a wink.

This look is for the researchers here to do experiments.

Before I could say anything, a strong, irresistible sleepiness hit me.

No, how many strong sleeping pills are added to this?

As the upper and lower eyelids began to make intimate contact, I only had time to stick to the Hanako that Mr. Undead Chuan was carrying on his shoulders, and just a second before I closed my eyes, I kept my last sobriety and stuffed myself into the shell.

The world shuts down.

At the end of my desperation, I seemed to hear a meaningful voice: "Heh."

——Damn it, it was still calculated.

……

The warm sunshine, the soft blanket, and the scent of medicine in the air.

I haven't slept so full for a long time, I rubbed my pillow happily, and even wanted to have another sleep in the cage.

Shouldn't you be working today?

no?

Want to go to work?

I squinted my eyes and thought about it carefully, um...

I threw off the quilt and sat up.

Looking around stupidly, the interior layout is a mixture of Japanese and modern styles, except for my empty room, my knife is well placed next to the cabinet, and the two empty beds on one side are neatly laid out.

Yes, I am still in Taisho now.

This should be the Butterfly House, a room for the wounded to recuperate.

I almost fell asleep and got out of bed. While making the bed habitually, I thought seriously.

How long have I been asleep?

There is no strong smell of medicine and blood in the surrounding air, which means that there should be no large-scale battles breaking out in the near future, but there is no aura belonging to Miss Butterfly, and there is not even the aura of Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Undead River.

Zhu is very busy, but if Zhu, including Miss Butterfly, is not there, there is only one possibility left.

——Pillar meeting.

That's right, three Shangxians were killed in less than half a year, and a lot of information about ghosts was obtained from Shangsan. It is necessary to hold a meeting to exchange information.

I managed to find a letter apparently meant for me on the bedside table.

But the problem is... I stared blankly at the opened envelope.

The problem is that I only learned the spoken language, but not the words.

I tried to turn to my knife who seemed more educated than me: 'Yan Rong, can you understand this? ...Yanrong? '

no respond.

Wait a minute, what about me sneaking a big dick at my age?

I grabbed the handle of the knife in panic, tears were about to flow out.

'call--'

snore?

I shook the knife tentatively, and poked the surface of the knife again.

I received a message from Yan Rong: "My lord, this time I have a bit too much spiritual power, I need to sleep for a while, be safe, don't read." '

"Huh—" I also exhaled.

It should be as compensation for bearing all the oppression in the world for me, and all the gifts of sending Shangsan away have been added to Yan Rong.

The knife is fine.

In other words, I have to catch another literate acquaintance, the reliable Tanjiro, or Zenitsu?

"Are you looking for 'Quan Hachiro'?" A rough voice came from outside the window.

I opened the window and saw the head of a wild boar squatting: "Inosuke-kun."

He seemed a little disappointed that it didn't scare me, "They all went to work."

"Hmm." I pulled up the window and motioned for the boy who seemed to have something to say to come in, "Have I been asleep for a long time?"

"Two days."

"Is that so?" I looked at the boy who was not as active as before, opened the letter in my hand to him, and asked with luck, "Can Inosuke-kun understand this letter?"

"...?" A confused pig's head was harvested.

I laughed a little, and simply skipped the topic: "What about you, do you want me to do something for you?"

As soon as he mentioned this, the atmosphere in his whole body immediately became depressed, and he asked directly, "Can you see dead people?"

It was this.

I turned around and poured a glass of water into his hand, regardless of the issue of how to drink water while wearing a hood, I said frankly, "Yes, but only at certain times, and you need to have a certain bond to see it."

Looking at the young man holding a water glass, the dense water vapor made the eyes belonging to beasts on the headgear look a little confused.

I patiently explained: "At a specific time, such as when you are about to die, or when your emotions fluctuate greatly and your longing is strong. As for the specific fetters, it is easier to understand, family members, lovers, or respected teachers ...But in the end, there must be deep feelings, even if you die, you can't rest assured, and you can't forget it, so you can be seen by the living."

"You should still remember the family that Tanjirou saw when we first met?" I gave an atypical example to this boy who still looked confused but tried hard to understand my words.

"That was a rather special situation. At that time, I——I used my body as a bridge to connect the two sides for a short time. Of course, it was also because his family was wandering on the other side and hadn't left, and they had been watching him. Relationship. Only this time, cannot be duplicated."

"Oh." The wild boar nodded half-understanding, and asked a question: "Then do you know who I saw?"

—How could I know that.

"Of course." Full of confidence, I asked seriously, "Isn't she a blue-haired, beautiful and gentle big sister?"

"You really know?" Zhuzhu arched forward, his surprised expression almost showing through the hood.

This appearance looks very innocent and deceitful, and my conscience couldn't help but ache, I changed my words abruptly: "...No, actually, I heard him mention it when I was playing the second string."

——Not in the development trend of this world, Shang Xian Er did mention this person.

So I'm not talking nonsense.

"It was the one who was eaten by him many years ago." I added to the already stiff boy, "He is quite regretful, that big sister desperately sent her child out before she died."

"Inosuke-kun?"

He didn't answer, but continued to ask me stubbornly: "Is that ghost dead?"

"Second Winding?" I found a place to sit down, "Dead, beheaded by four knives, did not give him time to say nonsense, dead thoroughly, and now he is punished in hell Bar."

"Then there's nothing to worry about!" He said loudly and a little excitedly, as if he was talking to me alone, "I, Mr. Inosuke, eat and sleep well every day..."

The not-so-educated pig boy suddenly got stuck.

Seeing him like this, I was a little stunned, and helplessly answered for him: "I also made very good friends."

Zhu Zhutou looked at me: "Friend?"

I explained: "Using Inosuke-kun's words, he is the younger brother."

He nodded seriously and repeated loudly: "I have made very good friends!"

I looked at him and asked, "Did you have a good workout?"

He nodded affirmatively: "—have a good exercise!"

I asked again: "Are you happy every day?"

He nodded again: "—I'm very happy!"

The wind blowing in from the window was warm, as if brushing the boy's head with both hands, maybe there was really someone listening to the boy's yelling at this moment.

I will continue to work hard: "It will get better and better in the future."

At this time, the boy's voice had already startled the Asuka outside the window: "It's getting better and better!"

Looking at Zhuzhu who was already closing his eyes and repeating, I smiled and added the last sentence: "So don't worry, Mom."

The piggy boy who obviously trusted me without thinking loudly said, "Don't worry—"

He stopped alertly.

The pig boy who quickly came to his senses was visibly furious, and white gas was blown out of that nose.

Those eyes said bluntly: Are you plotting against me?

I pretended to lean back, but leisurely poured myself a glass of water with one hand.

I picked up the water glass.

I put it down silently.

A little hot mouth.

The impotent and furious Mr. Wild Boar yelled meaninglessly on his own, sat down in silence, and lifted his hood.

He raised the water glass with bold movements different from the delicate face, and drank it down.

Before I could stop it, I kept the movement of reaching out frozen.

——No, that, it’s very hot.

I looked in awe at the boy who seemed to have nothing happened, watched him put his head cover indiscriminately, opened the window, and jumped off with his back to me.

"Master Inosuke is going to do the mission too." A rough voice: "Goodbye!"

Jumping down, the boy named Zuihei Inosuke ignored the crow that was flying high above his head and had been urging him for a long time.

When falling, this young man with a flexible figure, who grew up in the mountains and forests, lost his feet. For the first time in his life, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he rolled into the bushes.

The wild boar hood was stuck crookedly on his head, and a few strands of beautiful, blue hair came out.

He didn't help, because the burning pain was belated and spread up from the throat that was poured with hot water.

He coughed provocatively.

Even coughed up tears.

——It turns out that I also have a mother.

……

After seeing off Inosuke with a hoarse voice, I hugged Yanrong and sat on the porch in a daze.

There is no one I know in the huge butterfly house.

Being so well-behaved that I had nothing to do, I tried to call the sleeping Yanrong again, but there was no surprise, and nothing happened.

So now I don't even have anyone to talk to.

Scratching my head in pain, I began trying to find work for myself.

——Why don't you go to Mr. Purgatory's house to visit first.

I remember there is a record of the Breath of the Sun over there, and if I'm lucky, I might meet Tanjiro who visited with me.

Moreover, Mr. Purgatory still owes me a sparring experience that has not been fulfilled.

It is better to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit.

Just in case, I reconfirmed to the three young ladies who have been taking care of me these days that Miss Butterfly did not ask me to stay in Butterfly House.

Very good, let's go.

I found a piece of paper, first drew a small pink flower to represent myself, and then exhausted all my life’s knowledge to draw a golden-red owl, drew a feather for it, and wrote “flame” on the back, Cover it with a frame to represent the house.

Finally draw an arrow.

perfect.

I confidently put away the pen and stuck it on the bed where I was lying.

Farewell