The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

Onimai Tsuji, the human beings related to the Breath of the Sun are your catastrophe.

Qing Xiang sneered in his heart, but on the face he looked moved.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"

Seeing that Qing Xiang's attitude loosened slightly, the voice from the kitchen door became more forceful: "Yes!"

"Even if there are many dangers, and death?"

"Senior Qing Xiang, I have always come here like this."

"In that case, I won't stop you either."

Qing Xiang stood up from the floor and looked down at the stove door from a high point.

"Second-class swordsman Kamado Tanjiro, rest well tonight and recover as soon as possible. From [-]:[-] tomorrow morning, Kasumizu and I will drive to Soshou City and search for traces of Onimai Tsuji!"

Zaomen wanted to get up and respond, but his hands and feet were trapped by the pain. He screwed up his eyes in pain, and immediately stood up with force, and responded loudly:

"Yes!"

"Does it really matter?"

Qing looked up and down the stove door with a doubtful expression.

"If the injury is too serious, it will delay the investigation." Although I personally don't care if you come or not, it is of course good that Rihu is under my nose.

"No problem! Absolutely!"

The kitchen door shook his head vigorously.

Inosuke, who was rolled into spring rolls next to him, squirmed on the ground and bounced vigorously from his waist, like a salted fish struggling on a chopping board.Instead, my wife shrank into the bed, hid it deeper, and narrowed her sense of existence in a way of "everything has nothing to do with me".

At this moment, Inosuke's head hit Midouzi's wooden box, and the stove door hurriedly trot to fish it.

Xiaokui, who was watching from the side, raised doubts:

"But Tanjirou is a swordsman who was ordered by Otozu-sama to go with him, will he disrupt Otozu-sama's plan?"

"Really? It is indeed possible."

Qing Xiang immediately turned his head towards her with a smile, "But it has nothing to do with me."

Xiaokui was taken aback.

"……Eh?"

Qing Xiang analyzed to her: "Look, Mr. Purgatory, Mr. Butterfly, and Mr. Usui went to Kabukicho together. San Nizhu could drag the sixth of the first string to death anyway. Instead, there are not enough people to track down the trail of Onimai Tsuji. Tanjiro It’s really helpful to be here at this time.”

The boy's smile was the same as before, the same curvature as when the two first met.Perhaps because the first time I saw it was under the bright sun, but now it is in the center of the flickering candlelight, the subtle gap made Xiao Kui even more hesitant:

"That's true, but..."

"It's almost ten o'clock now."

Qing Xiang observed the moon outside the window, and rubbed the head of Zaomen who had just returned from solving the unexpected situation with his hands behind his back.

"It's better for the wounded to rest early, Tanjiro, sleep well, see you tomorrow."

"Yes! Senior Qingxiang, see you tomorrow!"

Visible to the naked eye on the facade of the stove is the expectation for tomorrow, and the eyes are shining.

Seeing Aoxiang walking out of the house and closing the door behind him, my wife poked her head out of the quilt and said, "Tanjiro, you are really energetic. I won't go to the missions related to the ghost king anyway... It's better to avoid it." It's too late."

"Shanyi, if the King of Ghosts can be caught as soon as possible, everyone can live and work in peace and contentment from now on, without fear or fear." Zaomen lowered his gaze, "I can also... avenge my family members, and dream about it again." When they are mothers, they will no longer be unable to hold their heads up, and they will become Buddhas."

My wife opened and closed her mouth, and she still shrank into the bed sullenly, not knowing what to say.

Quick, quick, my wife Zenitsu, say something at this time to cheer up Tanjirou!

He was having a brain storm under the quilt, and Inosuke, who was wrapped in bugs next to him, made too much movement, kicked his head on the head, and there was a heavy 'bang'.

"Inosuke!"

The two entangled each other again with the medicine, but Xiaokui was not in the mood to stop their waste of medicine.

She was carrying the medicine box and stood alone, lost in some worried thoughts.

At this time, Zaomen was the first to discover her anomaly.

"Xiaokui, what's the matter, your expression is not very good... Shanyi and the others wasted medicine, I'm sorry, I'll teach them a lesson now." Zaomen looked apologetic, but rolled up his sleeves.

"Not that question."

Xiaokui sighed, facing the stove door, still hesitating and expressing her intuition: "Do you feel it, Aoxiang was weird just now? Tanjirou, you can smell other people's emotions, have you smelled anything? "

"Hey... I'm sorry, the smell of medicine in the room is too strong, I can only smell a little bit." Zaomen tried hard to recall, "Probably similar to...an emotion of eagerness and anticipation?"

"Eagerness and anticipation? There's nothing wrong with that. What exactly did I discover just now—?"

Xiaokui put two fists against the sides of her head and turned vigorously, then shrugged her shoulders dejectedly.

"I feel like he's a little stronger, but it's just a feeling."

"Pillar just wants to be strong, Xiaokui." My wife, who was wrestling with Inosuke, her mouth twisted by the other party, spoke vaguely, "If I become a pillar, I also want to be strong! Forcefully order the pretty girl to hold hands with me! "

Xiaokui said firmly: "No, yours is sexual harassment."

The ghost killing team in the early morning was shrouded in a thin layer of smoke, and the dew in the mountains fell from the tip of the leaves, everything looked hazy and damp.

With the support of Tianyin, the master of the house of production watched them off, and personally struck flint for them, wishing you all good luck in martial arts.

Qing Xiang and Hu Die set off in two groups.

Inosuke was the least injured of the three, and happily set off for Kabukicho after being coaxed by Zaomon.My wife's injuries were the second worst. She didn't say anything and went to Kabukicho, buried her in her pillow, and refused to communicate.

The most seriously injured stove door was going too fast and he needed Furilun Knife. He carried the medicine prepared by Hu Die with him, but the momentum was the worst, his eyes were determined as if there were flames burning, "I will definitely help, find out Traces of the Ghost King!"

"Okay, very spirited."

Qing Xiang gave him a thumbs up.

"Good! Very energetic!"

The sound column who was watching from the side folded his arms and nodded.

"Why did you come here?"

Qing Xiang turned sideways to look behind the sound column.

"The procession to Kabukicho has already started for a while, right?"

Yin Zhu spread his hands helplessly: "I declare in advance that it's not that I don't trust you. I don't trust you when you're innocent, and you don't trust purgatory. Please let me take a look at the three of you."

Isn't worry and distrust equated?

Qing Xiang knew that he and Zaomen would not reassure him, but why "the three of you"?

Suspicious, he looked back and saw Xiazhu looking up at the morning clouds, his whole body motionless, without blinking his eyes. After feeling Qing Xiang's gaze, he turned his head slightly towards him, and there seemed to be another wave in his calm eyes. ask:"?"

Qing Xiang: ...Understood.

Originally, Xiazhu returned to the headquarters to go to Kabukicho with Yu Sui and the others, but it was Aoxiang who suddenly emerged and became Zhu, who used "rights" to forcibly abduct Xiazhu.

Qing Xiang turned over the matter, and made a warning before leaving: "You need to be more careful, we are just checking for traces. By the way, you know that the two ghosts will die if their necks are broken at the same time, right?"

"Tanjiro told me."

"That's good."

There was nothing to say, Qing Xiang was about to turn around and leave, but was temporarily stopped by the sound column, "There is more!"

"?"

The young man turned his head blankly.

"Hu Die asked me to convey a message." Yinzhu's expression was slightly strange, "She said, 'If you find anything during the search, you must first calm down your emotions and keep your thinking clear. Make up your mind, don't act on your own.'"

Combined with what Hu Die had said on the way back, it was almost obvious what she had guessed.

Anyway, it's all fake, let you guess.

Qing Xiang nodded and didn't say much.

Just as Qing Xiang expected, Mingming Xia Zhu was the person with rich experience in killing ghosts, but the leadership of the team was automatically handed over to Qing Xiang.

It was impossible for Zaomen to question the team's progress, and Shi Tou was a taciturn and easy-going character, almost as soon as Yin Zhu left, the two of them cast their eyes on Qing Xiang without objection.

"Anyway, let's go to the car first."

Qingxiang held two tickets in his hand, "Tanjiro, I only expected to go with Kasumizhu at first, and I will make up for you when I get to the station."

"Is it a train?"

Zaomen's expression was unnatural, probably because he thought of the memory of riding in the car, and sighed a little.

"It's a train."

Qing Xiang teases him, imitating his long sigh.

"However, this journey is very short, at most half an hour, come." He placed his palms up in front of the stove door, meaning to draw.

—You'd better not run around.

The stove door naturally pulled Qing Xiang's hand, and was led forward by him.The palm of the kitchen door is very warm, like a hand covering (warm baby), while Qing Xiang's palm is very cold, with only a slight warmth in the palm.

Beside the two, the young man with blue eyes stared at the overlapping hands for a long time without blinking.

"You are still injured, if you are tired or unable to bear it, just tell me, if you want water and medicine—"

Qing Xiang was still talking to Zaomen when he suddenly felt someone tug on the other sleeve.

The young man with eyes as clear as sapphire and as clear as the blue sky stared at him and opened his mouth.

"Hold hands, I want too."

Qing Xiang: ...?

He seldom heard Xia Zhu speak, his voice was as clear and light as his face.The two were looking at each other right now, Qing Xiang didn't see the slightest extra emotion in his eyes, they were deserted, really like jade, empty.

"……Can."

Qing Xiang stood in the middle, holding one in each hand, and the three teenagers in uniform stood in a row, attracting the attention of scattered pedestrians around them.

The focus of others, or in other words, the fact that both hands are occupied and cannot be freed to draw a weapon at any time makes Qingxiang anxious and unhappy.

"Is it alright?" He asked Xiazhu holding his temper.

Xia Zhu stared at the hands held by the two, holding them loosely, without touching the other's palm, the skin touched by the pads of his fingers was very cool, not at all like the touch he remembered.

Xia Zhu let go of her hand neatly.

"never mind."