The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The flickering of Yu Sui inspired Qing Xiang, who was originally complacent.

Why have to wait until becoming the pillar of the Demon Slayer Squad before operating? Now is a great opportunity for the Demon Slayer Squad to change Yashiki’s surname to Ao Muji, and thus become the Ao Xiang Demon Slayer Team, striving to match the Japanese government that had one surname every day in the Taisho era.

The nurse came here once, wondering why he had such a bad face when he was in a stable condition. After asking the latter if he had no particularly difficult pain, he ordered a bottle of glucose to replenish his strength.

Qing Xiang huddled under the blanket, waiting for the next patient visitor.

Anyway, he didn't know many people in the Ghost Killing Squad. Xiaokui and Xiaoqing were originally from Butterfly House, and the vase on the bedside table was a gift from them.To put it bluntly, almost all the elite swordsmen he knew in the Ghost Killing Squad were elite swordsmen above Grade A, and he even had a few words with the Supreme Leader.

The sound column is over, needless to say, the Yan column, the insect column that looks smiling is actually the most difficult to break through, you need to plan a strategy, the water column, ah (three beeps), the water column, ah (four beeps), and the wind column can also say a few words , It's a million points of cruelty and rudeness.

Hey, five out of nine Demon Slayers.

Ghost Dance Tsuji has not penetrated as deeply as I have for hundreds of years.

However, often when Qingxiang thinks this way, the facts always run counter to his expectations.

The next person who knocked on the sliding door stood up as tall as him, and sat on the edge of the bed apologetically and cautiously, wearing a water pattern kimono, with a scar of flames on his forehead.

"Senior Qing Xiang...you saved me, but I hardly helped on the battlefield."

If the stove door opened Qing Xiang's quilt, he would be able to see his uncontrollably trembling fingertips.Even so, his face was quite bluffing, and he even nodded calmly and gently towards the stove door.

"Why do you say that? I didn't save you, but you saved me."

"Eh?"

The stove door raised its head slightly.

The senior on the bed looked at him from the side, soft and friendly, with unreasonable kindness, and the gentleness revealed made the kitchen door relax.

"It wasn't that you delayed until it was less than four or ten minutes before dawn, and my three-legged cat kung fu couldn't make it to the end. It can be said that you saved the two of us."

Senior's voice became softer and softer, but that eye bypassed the stove door and turned around in the empty room.

"Do not……"

The young man who gradually relaxed in the gentleness slumped his shoulders.

"I couldn't... I couldn't save anyone. In that mountain, I came to the Ghost Killing Squad to save everyone, but I, but I..."

The faces of the dead swordsmen in that mountain were obviously only seen on one side, but at this moment they were so clear, right in front of them, and the water vapor was dense, twisting the fingers grasped in front of them.

"Even because of me, in order to save me, they were tied up with spider silk and hung on trees... They killed each other and lost their lives."

Qing Xiang's gaze was fixed on the copper wire light bulb above the stove door.

Small in size, scattered fragments are not worth mentioning to a trained swordsman, but there is no rubber protection at the connection of the light bulb in this era, and it is only hung by a wire. The light bulb that is still on at this time is not attractive. An eye-catching murder weapon.

"It's not like that for them."

Qing Xiang casually listened to the defense-breaking words of the young boy who experienced a huge shock on his first mission, and filled his mouth with chicken soup.

"You are a junior, we are seniors, and it is only right and proper to protect you."

"I know what senior means, but there is no right and wrong. We are all members of the ghost killing team. Mr. Rinaki told me that there is no distinction between responsibilities and obligations on the battlefield, only delaying or not... If I had remembered earlier Kagura, the god of fire, may not lose so many lives."

Qing Xiang, who was about to say "Ah yes yes yes", lifted his spirits.

"God of Fire Kagura?"

"Ah."

The boy with his head drooping was very listless, and the corpses recovered after the incident passed by in front of him when he came.

"Senior, are you curious? It was the Zhu Wu that my father danced when I was a child. When I was facing that ghost, I suddenly realized how to combine Zhu Wu's movements and breathing techniques, so I used those flames. When the senior came see it?"

"Because I am a user of the breathing method of flame, so I am very curious."

Qing Xiang naturally swallowed the question about 'have you seen it'.

"Aside from that, is there anything else? More, about those dances, is this earring passed down to you by your father?"

Zaomen held the red sun earrings in his palm, his eyes were gentle and sad.

"Yes, this earring is the only thing left to me by my father...and my family."

Qing Xiang suppressed the eagerness on his lips, if Purgatory was here, he might be able to tell something was wrong at a glance.The more anxious he was, the words that came to his mouth seemed to be soaked in water, softened three degrees, extremely gentle.

"Those dances are divided into several types. Is there any similarity with the breath of flame?"

"Ah, sorry, I was just thinking about my own business."

The stove door hastily blinked away the moisture from the eye sockets.

"The God of Fire Kagura is divided into ten dances, because my father passed away when I was very young, so I only remember these. This time I came to see Senior Qingxiang, because Lord Yan Zhu was not here, and I heard that Senior is Yan Zhi. The user of the breath. I will show you the dance of the fire god Kagura right now!"

Saying this, the Kamado has already raised the Sun Wheel Knife.

"..."

Qing Xiang: "...No need."

Caring for PSTD patients.

"Good, good."

Zaomen held the knife awkwardly, and the polite and honest young man who had just joined the Ghost Slaying Squad realized that he was in front of him, second only to Zhu's stepson, and a patient who hadn't recovered from a serious illness.

"Any other clues?"

Qing Xiang looked at him regretfully, but still did not give up.

"Feel sorry……"

"It's me who should apologize. I'm too young to provide useful advice."

Qing Xiang said so, his eyes fixed on the light bulb above his head.

accident.

"You are more courageous than many people I have met. The one who draws his sword to the stronger is always a warrior, no matter who it is."

Accident death.

"In time, he will definitely become a well-deserved human swordsman and save countless lives."

That soft and warm voice was like being in front of an earnest elder brother.Slowly release the heavy burden on your shoulders, gently comfort the top of your head, and say "it doesn't matter" to you.

Like the falling snow on your shoulders, it is weightless and dense.

That was the touch in Zaomen's childhood memory, the touch that he could no longer feel, the touch that left him.

Tears oozed more and more from the lacrimal glands, and the scene in front of me was completely distorted, white sheets, wooden floors, the breeze bypassing the crack of the door, and the peaceful and silent sunset.

Tranquil and soft, like the afternoon when you come home from chopping wood and have dinner with your family.

The embarrassed boy raised his elbows to cover up his red eyes, and suppressed the swelling in his throat.

However, in the next instant, everything changed suddenly.

The wire that held the lightbulb in place seemed to have been forcibly pulled off and broke in two.The cobalt filament light bulb flickered twice, and fell straight from the top of the two men, along with the unfixed and loose wire that flashed the arc.

"...Senior Qing Xiang!!"

Originally, everything was as expected, the light bulbs were as they were, the wires were as they were, and the falling metal wires were also as Qing Xiang had imagined.

But he never thought that the boy would jump straight at him, using his body as a shield in the first moment.

It seemed to be entirely the subconscious thought of the young man, and he acted flusteredly, causing the bedside table and the vase on it to shake together. After shaking the blue vase for a week and a half, clear water and flower branches spilled down together, covering the bed.

The speed of penetration of the quilt was not fast, and most of the pool of water still flowed outside the quilt, flowing along the depression of Qingxiang's body to his neck.

Once the wire falls on the stove door, maybe a small part of it falls on the quilt that has no time to penetrate, and the current will travel all the way, and will spread to Qing Xiang's neck.

... Tsk.

Ignoring the severe pain of the puppet's movement, Qing Xiang pulled the neckline of the water-patterned kimono, and pressed the back of the brown-haired boy's head to his chest, avoiding the falling wires together.

The wire finally landed on the bedside table, and the flickering arcs scorched the surface of the cabinet, emitting unpleasant gray smoke.

"Ah, it's really dangerous."

Relying on the stove door in his embrace, Qing Xiang recited emotionally with a blank face.

"Are you OK?"

The boy was in his arms, dumbfounded, obviously not yet reacting from the downtime.

I don't know if it's because of a serious illness, but the body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people. There is a strong smell of plaster, and a barely audible, almost illusory burnt smell, like a bed that has been burning coal for a long time, and the temperature is wrapped in a sense of security.

Now the stove door couldn't hold back anymore.

"I-I'm fine."

Covering his eyes and mouth, he withdrew from Qingxiang's embrace, lowered his head, so that no one could see his expression clearly, he just shrugged his shoulders, and that voice that was trying to be calm but also sobbing, everyone could hear it Find out what he is hiding at this time.

"Qing Xiang, senior, are you alright?"

"……fine."

Ao handed over a handkerchief with a delicate expression.

The stove door didn't look up and didn't make a sound, just took the handkerchief, carried it over and wiped his nose and tears.

Qing Xiang's quilt was hanging on his knees, and the single clothes on his shoulders were loose. He quietly looked at the child and junior who were wiping tears for a while.

"Stove door."

"...?"

Looking back, Zaomen's eyes were still red, embarrassment and confusion filled his eyes.

"Don't do that in the future."

"what?"

The boy's voice was still nasal.

"Sacrificing one's life to save others is the most stupid thing."

The senior lying on the bed was thin, leaning against the head of the bed with a bad complexion, maybe it was because of the injury just now.

"Senior, are you really okay? You look very bad...I'll call Kanzaki-san."

"Need not."

Qing Xiang turned his eyes away.

"Don't do what you did before. Your own life is the most precious, and everyone else's lives are second."

"But... I don't think so."

Zaomen retorted stubbornly, his eyes were still red, but his tone was very firm.

"All lives are equally precious. As you said just now, no matter who they are, no matter how long or short they are, everyone's life has different connotations but the same weight. I think so."

"... Whatever you want. I'm tired, you go out."

Probably really tired, after all, he is still recovering from a serious illness.As the sun went down, the glow gradually disappeared on the top of the mountain. The senior hid in the shadow of the room, his expression could not be seen clearly, and his voice was weak and soft.