Chapter 151 Appetite

The storyline in the Flower Street arc has ended, but Yan Sheng is not happy at all. He shouldn't be so sad, after all, they only spent a little over a month together.

I feel so bad, why?

He covered his face, feeling even more dizzy, and his body became restless as his reason faded.

Was he too tired? That's why he became vulnerable? That's why he became sentimental?

Yan Sheng hated weakness; the word felt like a needle pricking him painfully. His blurry vision swept over his blood-stained sleeves and disheveled long hair.

"Just like... back then."

"I'm very sorry, elder brother."

Iwakatsu looked up and saw Yoriichi Tsugikuni standing in front of him, crouching down to meet his gaze.

He still had that indifferent expression, and you could only sense his emotions from the slight changes in his eyebrows and tone of voice. His eyes were slightly lowered, and Iwakatsu could see the other person's fiery red eyes, just like his own haori.

Why are you apologizing? Isn't slaying demons your duty? What are you saddened by? Is it because of my wavering?

Yan Sheng felt a surge of inexplicable anger rising in his heart, his stomach cramping, and nausea filling his throat. Unable to think any further, Yan Sheng bit his lip, his body trembling slightly.

"Shut up!"

"Iwakatsu shouted, looking at Yoriichi's somewhat stunned expression, he raised his hand and gripped the other's shoulder tightly, his black nails digging into the flesh.

"What are you apologizing for? What did you do...?"

"Brother, I, that ghost..."

Seeing Iwakatsu's angry expression, Yoriichi Tsugikuni was momentarily speechless. He thought Iwakatsu was grieving over the deaths of the two demons and wanted to comfort him.

He didn't care about the other person's feelings for the ghost, because he firmly believed that his elder brother was very kind, so he didn't want to see Iwakatsu sad.

As Iwakatsu listened, his stomach ached more and more. The uncontrollable craving and his increasingly fragile nerves made him irritable. He chuckled and looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, saying each word clearly.

"Are you... pitying me? Yoriichi Tsugikuni."

He didn't care what the other person thought of him, and he didn't care even if the other person discovered that he hadn't lost his memory. He looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni, trying to see something in the other person's indifferent expression.

As Tokito Ichiro watched, he felt a pang of sadness. He didn't understand, nor did he ask, what had happened between the brothers. All he could do was stay by Iwakatsu's side whenever he was in pain.

"The taste of sadness."

Tanjiro watched, his emotions stirred. He dared not utter a sound to disturb the atmosphere, sensing its heavy weight.

"No, elder brother."

Yoriichi Tsugikuni reached out and hugged Iwakatsu, burying his head in Iwakatsu's neck. The warm, wet sensation made Iwakatsu pause for a moment.

“It’s not out of pity, I have always followed my elder brother.”

Follow me?

Iwakatsu didn't understand what he was saying. It was as if it were a language from another world. Was Yoriichi Tsugikuni joking with him?

What are you saying?

Yan Sheng tried to push the person away, but he couldn't budge him at all. Despite the powerful force, he didn't feel the slightest bit of suffocation.

He possesses memories of two worlds. He has always been aware of Yoriichi's feelings for him and his respect for the other. However, he cannot control his conditioned reflex of disgust and suspicion.

"Brother, you just protected me."

This nonsensical remark left Yan Sheng momentarily bewildered before he remembered that he had pushed the other person earlier.

It was just a side thing.

But for some reason, he felt much more at ease at this moment, and the strange emotion calmed his anger.

He is the elder brother.

Yan Sheng lowered his head and released his grip on the other person's arm. The wet touch made him involuntarily raise his hand, where red blood stained his palm.

"Midouzi?"

Not far away, Ichiro noticed that the hand gripping his sleeve was tightening its grip, and Tanjiro's pupils contracted as he looked at Nezuko's bulging veins.

Tokito Yuichiro looked at Yoriichi Tsugikuni's cut skin, where blood was gushing out in strings.

"Tanjiro, let's go first. Yoriichi has rare blood."

Yuichiro Tokito grabbed Nezuko and ran off. Tanjiro, who was on his back, didn't even have time to react. He looked at the two figures and asked in confusion.

"What about Yoriichi-san? Isn't Kokukatsu-san Upper Moon One?"

Rare blood is no joke.

"It's alright, Brother Yuan can beat him."

Tokito Ichiro didn't think that the person whom Iwakatsu called the "Child of God" every day could be so useless, and even so, Iwakatsu wouldn't kill him.

This is really troublesome. For a moment, I don't know whether I'm the adult or those two are the adults.

Yan Sheng was a little dazed. The fragrance made him unable to think about anything else. His golden eyes were fixed on the blood on his hands.

He was so thirsty, he wanted to lick it, but he restrained himself and didn't move. His muddled mind made him feel that it was not elegant to do so.

Suddenly there was no sound or movement, which puzzled Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Just then, a pair of hands tightly gripped the haori on his back, and Iwakatsu's calm voice came from behind.

Can I take a bite out of you?

"?"ah?

Yoriichi Tsugikuni felt like he had misheard something, wondering why the topic had jumped so quickly. He pulled Iwakatsu away, reaching out to brush aside his loose black hair, and saw unfocused eyes and a calm expression on Iwakatsu's face.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni was a little confused. Had he just been hallucinating? Kokushibo, on the other hand, just tilted his head and thought the person in front of him smelled delicious.

One bite...it won't kill you, right?

Iwakatsu instinctively felt that eating people was wrong, but smelling the aroma wafting around him, he couldn't help but swallow. Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched Iwakatsu's actions and fell silent.

Yes, it's normal that your elder brother is a ghost and you have rare blood.

Yoriichi Tsugikuni hesitated for a long time before extending his arm. He was actually a little unsure of what to do, but for his older brother, it should be alright, right...?

Yoriichi Tsugikuni felt his arm being bitten and could see his blood flowing out, and his mind started racing. Why was this happening all of a sudden? He seemed to recall Tamayo saying that rare blood was indeed very attractive to demons, so should he be glad that his older brother hadn't bitten off his flesh?

"Ha, what am I thinking..."

Yoriichi's sudden sigh made Iwakatsu frown. He stepped forward, cupped the other's face in his hands, and looked down at the other's face.

"What's wrong, elder brother?"

Feeling Yan Sheng's hand rubbing the mark on his forehead, he looked at this familiar face and couldn't help but ask.

"The mark of the Son of God... it's Yoriichi..."

"!!!" Didn't you recognize me just now?

Yoriichi Tsugikuni felt a little wronged. He was still wondering if his brother was so at ease because of him, but it turned out that it was just because he smelled better.

"It looks like a gummy bear."

Iwakatsu wasn't a good drinker, nor was he a good drinker, and right now he was practically drunk. Seeing Yoriichi's state made him speak without thinking.

What is my elder brother saying?

Yoriichi Tsugikuni couldn't hear what the other person was saying; Iwakatsu's voice was too soft. However, as he leaned forward, Iwakatsu suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"!" Brother!!!