Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 270 Wood, People

The water fell under the force of gravity, making a loud noise when it hit. The splashing sound that would have sounded reassuring to people completely disappeared under such a height difference, leaving only a shocking rumble. Just like the water hitting those people, it no longer had a gentle appearance, leaving only a huge pressure.

But at least wood is still wood, and three pieces tied together are still just wood.

"Is Rinko okay?"

Humans are creatures that are easily deceived by their eyes, or in other words, humans are creatures whose reason is easily blinded by common sense.

"Ah, that should be fine."

For example, right now. The man beside him asked him with concern. Even though he had seen him standing under the waterfall for half the night without showing any abnormality, he still didn't realize that it was just a piece of wood and didn't feel any pressure on him.

"Oh well......"

I tried hard to suppress my worry, but I couldn't help but look at him, but I couldn't say that such worry was unnecessary.

Because the wood was this big, and the boy named Lin Guang was only this small, even if he stretched his arms to the limit, he could not hug a piece of wood, and his spine was only this wide, so he could not support a log no matter what. Even with the help of a rope, he could not get through the difficult situation.

but.

Fortunately.

He is an upper-rank demon named Rinko, with a body resembling a child.

The petite palm landed on the surface of the wood, and tried to feel around for a few times, looking for a more comfortable position. In the man's worried eyes, the small body suddenly burst out with huge strength, and the smooth surface of the wood cracked. The lines seemed to silently tell the atrocities it had endured. The wood without a force point was artificially made into the most suitable handle. The three tied logs were moved in the shocked eyes, off the ground, and raised above the head.

"Is this okay?"

Lin Guang couldn't see the expression on the man's face, and could only rely on the pair of legs in his sight to determine that the other party was still standing beside him.

"Ah...ah...yes..."

The sound came a few seconds late, stuttering, as if the tongue should move and the throat should make sounds.

It was equally shocking when the lifted wood landed on the ground. The lifted wood was pushed upward with force, flew higher due to inertia, and then fell down quickly, and was kicked aside before it touched the ground.

"And what was it then... pushing rocks..."

Lin Guang clapped his hands, turned around and walked deeper into the forest as if nothing had happened, stroking his chin and thinking in his heart.

He completely forgot about the person who had just stood next to him.

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"Is this a ghost?"

"No, no, no, even a ghost can't do this, is this an upper-rank? It looks so small--"

A quiet discussion took place among the resting team members. Lingguang did not deliberately attract attention, but his presence was attractive enough. The little boy stood steadily under the waterfall for half an hour, an hour, and still had the heart to look up at the stars. This is not something a human can do.

After that, he really startled the people around him without realizing it, and those who had not noticed him before now had to pay attention to what was happening here.

Unfortunately, the person who made the noise had already left, leaving only three logs. Two of them were intact, but the other one was different. Its surface was covered with cracks. Following the marks, one could clearly see a deep dent in the middle. The mark looked like a human hand, but how could such a mark be made on the surface of wood?

"It's incredible. Humans can't do this..."

The man reached out and stroked the indentations in the wood, which almost looked as if they had been specially carved and polished to fit the boy's palm perfectly.

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Lin Guang knew that humans were always interested in him, but he never thought that the wood he left behind could also attract people. When he came back after finishing his work, he saw several people gathered in a circle and studying the wood he had just lifted.

"What's so interesting about this?"

Lingguang walked past them with a chill on his head, but he did not interrupt them in the end. He just walked to the river and sat down.

The river is cold, for humans; the river is fast, for humans; the rapids are dangerous, for humans.

For ghosts.

Everything is fine.