Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 150 It’s hard to stop

Memories of the past flashed before my eyes, as if I was watching a movie called Yushiro.

It was not until darkness fell and the calling voice was heard in his ears that Yushiro suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, his mind was not even clear enough. Everything in front of him was blurry, his nostrils were filled with the smell of blood, and his body was not controlled by his consciousness.

"release."

The boy's voice gradually became clearer as it came closer.

His sluggish brain finally started working again, and Yushiro belatedly realized what had just happened.

The boy swung the blade without hesitation, and his target was still Lord Tamayo. He just shook him deliberately to try to scare him, but Yushiro never cared about his own life or death. He completely subconsciously shielded Tamayo. The swung blade finally cut his neck, and it was only a hair's breadth away from being cut off. The blade was stuck in the neck, advancing bit by bit. Lord Tamayo grasped the blade, and everything came to a stalemate here.

"Lord Jushi!"

Yushiro, who saw everything clearly, immediately escaped from the blade. His neck, which was not completely cut off, was healing rapidly, but unexpectedly, Lady Tamayo did not let go. She still held the long sword tightly. The blade cut through her palm and made a teeth-grinding sound as it scratched the bone.

"Rinko, don't do this. Yushiro is not a bad person. You don't need to kill anyone either."

To this day, Lord Tamayo has not given up trying to persuade that damned brat.

When he realized this clearly, Yushiro didn't know whether he was more angry or sad. He just rushed forward and kicked the boy, hoping to make him let go of the knife.

Those eyes never looked at him from beginning to end, but the boy retreated without warning when he raised his leg, bringing with him the blade. The sharp blade scraped against the bone, and the squeaking sound undoubtedly meant that the injury had further worsened.

"Yushiro! Stop!"

"Lord Tamayo! This guy won't listen! He's no longer the boy you remember! Please look carefully! That's Upper Rank Zero! If you don't leave now, it will be troublesome if that guy calls the other Upper Ranks!"

Yushiro took out the talisman paper he had prepared in advance from his arms, protected Tamayo behind him, and looked vigilantly at the boy standing not far away.

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In fact, Lin Guang has always felt that this world is very wonderful, interesting, unpredictable, full of unknowns, and worth exploring.

Even now, he still thought so. There were strange men and some familiar women. He had never seen these two ghosts before. What was reflected in the blue ocean were gazes of hatred or sadness. As for Rinkou, what he saw were just two ghosts who were not strong enough and could not even be touched by the lower moons.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't really matter.

He found a new friend, but unfortunately the new friend did not respect his elders. It didn't matter. He often misjudged people or had misunderstandings with others. He just needed to deal with the misunderstanding. For example, now, since Tamayo was unwilling to apologize, he would just cut off her head as compensation.

But why was he just watching now? He asked himself, his mind clamoring to swing the blade, but why didn't he do it? His fingers trembled slightly around the hilt. Was it fear? No, he wasn't afraid of anything. Was it nervousness? No, this place was safe, these two ghosts were weak.

That's why.

The blade was raised, his palm relaxed and then tightened, and his fingers gripped the handle one by one. He didn't need to think so much. Tamayo was a lunatic and mentioned Muzan. She deserved to die. She was not a friend's ghost, so it didn't matter if she was killed.

The long sword was raised, and the weight in his hand had never been so heavy. He heard someone shouting in his head, but the voice was too far away and too vague for him to hear clearly. He just felt it was really noisy.

In front of him was Yushiro, standing in front of Tamayo, like a cat with its sharp teeth and claws bared, facing a human who was much stronger than it, trying to protect its own kind.

He had seen this scene before, time and again in humans, but had he seen anything else besides this?

Tamayo stood up from the ground, the wound on her hand had healed. She pulled Yushiro behind her and asked him to step back. The eyes looking at him were so strange. He could not find any hatred in those eyes, no fear, no anger, no hatred, only infinite sadness.

That's weird.

He took a deep breath, lowered his center of gravity slightly, and was ready to start. With just one push, both heads would fall to the ground, and then he could leave here and pretend that nothing had happened. He just needed to go back and lament to Jifu Taro how bad his luck was.

"Rinko."

Tamayo was still calling his name in vain. Did he think he was a puppy? That just calling his name would make him stop?

The inhalation action stops because the lungs are filled with air, and the moment you hold your breath, exert force with your feet.

"Rinko!"

It's not harsh, and even when the volume is raised, it's still gentle, because Tamayo looks like that kind of person, always gentle and always tolerant.

Hey, why does he have such an idea?

"Ms. Tamayo is very kind, this is a return gift."

Across the long years, a gentle voice sounded in his ears. It was his own voice. The vaguest memory overlapped with the face in front of him. The wind blade had already swept to his neck, but fortunately the blade did not reach it smoothly.

"Miss Juyo?"

Rinko asked softly.

What responded to him was infinite silence, a deathly silence, until liquid dripped onto the ground, blood mixed with tears. Lin Guang lowered his head and then raised it again, the blood coming from his clenched palms, and the tears coming from the eyes that always looked at him tenderly.

After the silence came a hug, a strong and warm one, as if wanting to hold him in her arms, as if able to accept everything about him.

"I'm sorry, it was so long ago when we last met that I really don't remember."

Lin Guang stood there without moving, but just spoke.

The explanation was accepted, and Tamayo shook her head slightly, without any intention of blaming anyone. The man stood aside, with all the emotions clearly written on his face, from shock to anger to jealousy.

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Rinko had experienced the scene of reunion after a long separation, but in comparison, this time was obviously the worst. He didn't remember Tamayo and almost chopped off the other person's head. After calming down and sitting down, everything was terrifyingly silent. Tamayo was the first to speak. She asked a lot of questions, and Rinko answered them one by one until the question came out again.

"Rinko, would you like to leave with me?"

"Why do you want to leave?"

And Rinkou still answered with questions.

"Muzan is just using you. You know it very well, don't you? I won't hurt you. I have always regarded you as my most important child. You will be safe with me."

Tamayo's explanation was undoubtedly earnest and sincere, like an anxious mother trying to persuade her child who had gone astray to return to the path of light.

Lin Guang lowered his head, the blade had been put away, and he was just fiddling with the pot on his wrist from time to time.

The long wait did not bring a positive answer.

"This is something Yu Hu left for me. I only need to call him and he will appear here immediately."

Tamayo looked at Rinko, the boy raised his head, shook the pot in his hand, and then pointed to the flower street.

"And Daki and Chifutaro are only a blink away from here."

The finger retracted and pointed back at his own head.

"How long do you think it would take Kokushibo to come here if I called out to Naruto? And how long would it take, sir?"

Every word Lin Guang spoke was like the coldest wind on a winter night, cutting through the flesh and piercing the bones one by one.