Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 283 Party

How did things develop to this point? The answer to this question still remained in Lin Guang's mind, but why did such a thing happen and why did it appear again and again? Lin Guang seemed to have a little idea.

But at this moment, the sudden flash of inspiration was like a ball of wool rolling out in the raging flames. Although it kept rolling in the direction where the flames had not invaded, the scattered thread had been caught up by the flames. This was a race, but the road was full of obstacles.

The moment the hammer fell to the ground, an invisible alarm bell rang. Even though I was just standing there, a subtle sense of oppression was born.

It is completely different from the previous few people, and they are not on the same level.

The hammer left the ground and swung under inertia. The wind started to rise at that moment. It was clear that the fight had not yet begun, but it seemed as if it had already gained the upper hand, and a storm belonging to Xing Ming was set off on the flat ground.

When the raised leg stepped down, it was like a mountain torrent erupting. The ground cracked and gravel was lifted up from the ground. Chains clanked and collided. The movement of the giant hammer coming towards him was more difficult to capture than any blade. He almost had to rely on guesswork to dodge it, but the next hammer came at him in an instant, as if it didn't care at all whether the first hit him or not, nor did it care whether he could really dodge it.

This was a very difficult fight. Although it was called a fight, it was actually just a one-sided chase, a bit like bullying.

Lin Guang thought that the opponent was not wielding a blade, but was incredibly powerful, so the speed was also terrifying. The combination of the two made it an attack that could not be blocked with any part of the body. There was no second option except to dodge. He did not have a knife in his hand, and even if he did, Lin Guang did not think that he could rely on the thin blade to take such a blow.

The originally open area became narrow under the impenetrable attack wielded by Xing Ming. In order to dodge, Ling Guang had to expand the battlefield. The trees could hardly become an obstacle. When the giant hammer passed by, the thick tree trunks could only be reduced to fragments.

Can this even be considered human?

The slight inhalation expressed the uncontrollable surprise. He had seen many ghosts with such power, but it was indeed rare to see a human like this. No, it was more than rare, it was simply the only one.

It was like a mudslide, sweeping towards him fiercely, unstoppable, and even running away required all his strength.

The last time I encountered such a situation was when I faced Kokushibo.

What would another ghost do?

It was just a brief distraction, not even a deliberate distraction, just a subconscious speculation, but such a moment of distraction was fatal enough. The hammer caught up with the body and blew the last calf into blood foam. The broken leg bones grew in an instant, and flesh and blood covered them synchronously. The body had recovered before landing.

But this is enough to serve as a lesson.

It was too late to think about anything else. All Lin Guang could do was focus on what was in front of him. The other party was blind, so the blood demon magic would have no effect on him. But if he was blind, how did he capture him? Was it his ears? Or intuition?

The fill-in-the-blank questions are difficult, but the multiple-choice questions are not difficult. You just need to eliminate the options. Lin Guang took a deep breath and swallowed the breath at the moment he jumped back.

The wind stopped at this moment.

It's like a tiger chasing its prey but suddenly realizing that its prey has disappeared, it feels surprised and helpless.

But it is obviously inappropriate to describe Xingming as being at a loss. It is even difficult for Lingguang to tell whether there is surprise on his face. His brows are furrowed, his muscles are still tense, and the chains clank as his body moves.

Good news, the speculation was correct. The other party relied on sound to capture him. Because he had been deliberately running away and dodging, and even constantly shifting the battlefield, the sound of fallen leaves being crushed became a clear signpost, but the moment the sound disappeared, the other party truly became "blind".

The hammer finally flew out, heading towards the direction where Lin Guang made the last sound. The tree standing there became a scapegoat. It lost half of its body under the heavy blow of the giant hammer and fell down under gravity. However, apart from the sound of the tree itself, there was no other strange sound.

So this time, the ferocious beast finally stopped completely, and the onlookers rushed towards the battlefield the moment the sound stopped.

"Mr. Beimingyu! What happened?!"

"Mr. Beimingyu, are you okay?"

"Mr. Beimingyu..."

Greetings came one after another, calling out the same name.

Like some invisible hint.

The ball of yarn that rolled towards the cliff ultimately couldn't escape the burning flames. When it was caught, only a handful of ashes remained in the hand. But even such ashes were enough to serve as a reminder. In the outstretched palm, the black dust left an unmentioned name.

Cold light.

That's why.

because of him.

Because he is a ghost.

It's really not anyone's fault, because it's him.

Blame him for being a ghost, blame him for standing here, blame him for still being alive, blame him for still breathing.

This is one of the reasons why Lin Guang is unwilling to think about the problem. Thinking out the results will not affect anything and will not change anything. The moment you get the answer, all meaning is lost. There is no need to think about it anymore, no need to pursue it anymore, and even the steps forward lose their value.

The moment the answer appears, everything else disappears.

"Hey, brat, where have you been hiding? Don't you have any other skills besides hide-and-seek?"

"Rinko—you can come out now—"

"Isn't he taking the opportunity to run away?"

"That shouldn't be the case. If you really wanted to run away, you wouldn't have to wait until now."

"Rinko wouldn't do something like that!"

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed interrupted the argument, and the shadows falling from the trees also ended the debate that had just begun.

"I didn't run away."

Lin Guang did not defend himself, but just stated this.

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"Why is Xiao Linguang staring at me? Is there something on my face?"

Perhaps his gaze was too direct, or perhaps the other person was born more sensitive to sight. When he looked over for the third time, the girl's crisp voice rang out. Mitsuri squatted down and asked actively. Lin Guang tilted his head in an arc, thinking carefully about his words.

"No, I'm just curious."

He confessed.

"What are you curious about?"

Muichiro was drawn into the discussion that was originally only taking place in the corner by the voice.

"Hmm... I'm curious. Mitsuri and Kyojuro look nothing alike, but I always feel like they're the same. They have the same voice, the same personality, and even the same way when they eat."

Kyojuro, who had pastries stuffed into his mouth, heard his own name and turned around to meet Mitsuri's eyes, who also had pastries stuck to her lips. When both pairs of eyes looked at Rinko at the same time, Muichiro suddenly realized the similarity.

"Because I studied with Mr. Rengoku for a long time! When I wanted to join the Demon Slayer Corps, it was Mr. Rengoku who guided me. He is really a very, very good senior! His teaching is serious and reassuring!"

"So there is such a thing."

Rinko blinked, looked at Mitsuri and then at Kyojuro, and suddenly understood. After all, he was a person like Kyojuro. It was natural for him to become like that if he spent a long time with the other person... right?

If it were him, if he grew up with Kyojuro, would he also have the chance to become such a person?

Be able to laugh out loud, wave cheerfully, run under the sunshine, enjoy delicious food and taste all the flavors in the world.

"But why did Rinkou suddenly think of this? Normally, no one would notice it."

Mitsuri crossed her arms, placed her palms against her cheeks, and tilted her head curiously.

"Rinkou probably said that because he wants to eat some pastries."

Muichiro's words made the boy who had lowered his head raise it again. His eyes, which seemed covered with dust when lowered, were filled with stars when raised, reflecting the light of the moon and the light of the night.

If it were in winter, it might look more beautiful, Muichiro thought. Now it is the end of summer, and it will soon be early autumn, and then it will be winter. Will Rinko like winter? Rin belongs to winter, and belongs to the light of the night. Will he become a light in the snow on a winter night?

"Muichiro and Kyojuro are nothing alike."

An unexpected answer, yet a reasonable one.

"why?"

Mitsuri asked, giving Rinkou a chance to continue with the lead he had thrown out, and also focused his attention on the past.

"Because Muichiro is a bad guy."

Now, except for Mitsuri who had not yet reacted, and Xingming who seemed to have never smiled, the young men sitting in a circle could not help but turn their heads or faces away and curl the corners of their lips. Even Muichiro, who was called a bad guy, couldn't help laughing after being stunned for two seconds.

"Rinkou is just a child after all!"

"Not a child anymore. Rinko is much bigger than Kyojuro."

"Should I call you brother?!"

"Okay."

"You kid really takes advantage of opportunities."

"Snapped."

"pain."

"Ouch! Mr. Busui! Don't hit me in the head!"

"He's a ghost, he won't die like this."

"You shouldn't hit him on the head, though, Busai."

"Iguro, you speak!"

"Well... you shouldn't hit the head, you should just chop it off."

"If you cut it off, I'll die, Banei-chan."

"I told you to be polite and stop calling me by my first name!"

"It hurts. It's rude of Shiya to hit someone casually."