Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 145 Chance Encounter

Yuguo is an interesting place, but after getting used to everything here, it seems not so interesting anymore.

It is very lively, but the scene is always the same: lights, bright lights, vendors, people coming and going, the girl waving from the attic, and the man hesitating at the door.

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“I don’t think I’m here to do this.”

Dakimaki always has a passion for dressing up Rinko that Rinko himself cannot understand. It seems that such behavior represents some other meaning that he does not know, or perhaps there is a mystery in it that he does not know. In short, he does not understand, but Dakimaki is always enthusiastic.

"But little Rinko is very suitable for being dressed like this."

Duji did not stop what she was doing, but instead carefully tidied up and put her top in order. The layers of clothes were not comfortable at all, and in fact, it had nothing to do with comfort. It was more for beauty, just like packing an exquisite gift.

"You should know that's not what I'm talking about."

The attempt to change the subject was not accepted. Lin Guang continued to cooperate, but his eyes naturally fell on Daki, who sighed indifferently.

"I know, I know, but there's nothing I can do. Although there are many people here, there are very few ghost hunters. Of course, there are some, but there are too few who can come to my door. Even if I can meet a few, they are all dirty men, which makes people not interested at all."

As the belt was fastened, Daki finally withdrew her hand.

"That's it. Come on, Rin. Let's go meet today's guests."

Rin is the name given by Daki to temporarily refer to Rinko because it sounds more like a girl. And the girls sent here may not be cared about whether they use their real names.

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The door that had been tightly closed was opened from the inside. The person who opened the door was a girl with her head lowered, and the person who walked out from behind the door was Kyogokuya's oiran, Warabihime.

Almost as soon as he appears, he can make the visiting guests quiet down instantly, and after a brief period of silence, there is a boiling noise.

It's like pouring a basin of water into a pot full of hot oil.

The men crowded around, quarreled, fought over, and spent lavishly, while the women envied, felt sad, or pulled at their handkerchiefs in jealousy.

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This was a scene Lin Guang saw often. So common that he never considered whether it was reasonable.

As his outward focus gradually returned, as his distant gaze shifted to focus solely on what lay before him, he suddenly realized that this was what humans were like. The humans he remembered weren't like this, but they were indeed like this.

Perhaps this is why Daki always finds this place interesting. She is not receiving guests, she is observing these humans from the high platform, just like Douma sitting on the platform listening to the prayers of humans.

The man who is the most generous and has the most prominent status is the lucky one tonight. Princess Fern's tonight is exchanged for boxes of jewelry and money.

No one knew what was happening behind the closed door, but everyone except those inside the room knew what was going to happen.

"I want to go out and have a look."

Lin Guang stood up and slowly took off his complicated clothes one by one, leaving only the simplest thin shirt he was most accustomed to. The smear on his face was a bit difficult to remove. If he was in a hurry, he could have just torn off the whole face. However, Lin Guang did not abuse his strange habit. He simply wiped it off bit by bit with a wet towel, revealing his face in its original state.

"I wanted to go out and play too. It's all this guy's fault, ah."

The man bound by the belt was intoxicated in his own illusion, thinking he had everything, but he didn't know that everything was just an empty dream.

"I'll only meet dirty men anyway, so it doesn't matter if I don't go."

Lin Guang tilted his head, walked to the window, opened it a crack, climbed out lightly, waved at the girl in the room who was holding her face with her hands and looking a little depressed, then closed the window again with his backhand.

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She said she was going out, but in reality, Rinkou had no plans. There wasn't much to do here, even for a child, let alone a ghost. There was plenty of prey, but anyone who wasn't hungry wouldn't be happy sitting at the table.

Lin Guang just put his hands behind his back and walked past rooftops or telephone poles that the crowd wouldn't notice, trying to find something or someone to pass the time.

Even if it’s a ghost hunter, even if it’s Douma?

Unfortunately, there was nothing there, no ghost hunter, and no Douma. Rinko, who was full of expectations, ended up with only a basket of disappointments. He was still bored and uninterested. He was already thinking about the possibility of going back to find Hantengou or Yuhu. Daki was not as strong as them, and he could definitely help.

But there is nothing worth looking forward to here, and Daki will not leave here, so he can't help. It would be better to find another Upper Moon, at least there will be something to do every night.

Instead of watching a group of men who are more like ghosts than ghosts going crazy at night, and watching the woman hiding in the corner who is not a ghost but looks like a ghost, cursing viciously and racking her brains to plot.

It's fun to watch the fun, but this kind of fun doesn't count.

When Lin Guang looked up, he noticed that there was no road ahead. He had reached the end of the flower street. There was silence ahead, the opposite of the silence behind him. He took a step and landed on the ground from the roof without even raising a dust.

He turned, thinking.

......

How do I get back?

"Rinko?"

The sudden call made Lin Guang blink subconsciously, and his pupils contracted unconsciously, because of surprise, followed by curiosity. No one here knew him, and the humans who knew him would not call him like that, so who was it?

Many ideas flashed through Lin Guang's mind as he turned around, but when he really turned around, the caller appeared before him. His head was tilted, his expression did not change, but one could see that he was quite confused.

"who are you?"

It was not someone he was familiar with, nor someone he remembered. He knew mostly men in the Demon Slayer Corps, and of course he knew women as well, but he did not think that the person in front of him was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

The woman was dressed elegantly and neatly, standing there quietly, like a wooden sculpture, calm and gentle.

"You already, don't remember me?"

The woman spoke softly, still gentle, but her pupils were undoubtedly trembling, and the words she spoke also trembled slightly, as if she was nervous, excited, or perhaps there was another emotion, fear or anger? Lin Guang couldn't tell clearly, he just glanced up and down, tilting his head from side to side.

"Should I remember you?"

The wind blew from behind to the front, and the smell that was covered by the wind was brought back by the wind. Lin Guang smelled that scent, and before his memory recalled "who" it belonged to, his mind remembered "what" this smell belonged to first.

The words appeared in his constricted pupils, and Lin Guang took half a step back.

"You're a ghost. So... you want to eat me?"

It's no wonder Rinko would make such assumptions about a woman whose first impression of him was actually not bad. This is actually not contradictory. After becoming an upper-rank, he has always encountered doubts. No one would take the initiative to provoke an upper-rank unless the other party does not seem strong enough to make them restrain themselves.

Unfortunately, Rinkou is one of those rare ones.

He had heard that after Xiang Kai was kicked out of the Lower Moon, other demons would snatch his food away. He thought that if he was targeted by something, it would at least happen after he was kicked out of the Upper Moon.

But in fact, except for a few who obey orders, most ghosts covet him more than they fear him.

There are many ghosts who try to make him their food by means of gentleness or roughness, directness or euphemism. Sometimes Muzan will take care of it, and sometimes not, depending on his mood.

"No...I don't want to do that."

The woman remained standing, seemingly harmless to humans, and much weaker than the demons Lin Guang had usually seen. He didn't think the woman was truly that honest, but he knew that this person didn't have that kind of strength.

"Well, I can see that even if you have the intention, you don't have the ability. So are you planning to play the emotional card? And then hope that I will rip off an arm for you?"

The woman frowned slightly because of his words, but rather than anger, her expression seemed more inclined towards sadness, even pity.

She felt sorry for him.

why?

Lin Guang couldn't understand.