Chapter 91: Demon Slayer Tsugumi Gojo after Ogawa leaves...

Jiguo Yansheng seemed to have forgotten something.

But he couldn't remember it.

He had been feeling depressed ever since he was found unconscious in the woods and rescued by terrified hermits.

Suzuki Kawa was not without a backup plan. He handed a letter to Ubuyashiki Yuita, but asked Xiao Ai to keep it.

Seeing Yan Sheng being carried back alone without Suzuki Chuan, Xiao Ai shook her body and turned to knock on her brother's door.

Ubuyashiki Yuuta has complicated feelings towards Suzuki Kawa.

Suzuki Kawa was half a playmate and half a guide. When they were young, his temperament was similar to his sister's, but it was Suzuki Kawa who made them a lot more cheerful.

During those years, Mrs. Shion began to let Suzuki Kawa assist with some miscellaneous matters of the Demon Slayer Corps. Later, Suzuki Kawa gradually got involved in more and more things and got closer to the power center of the Demon Slayer Corps.

At this time, Ubuyashiki Yuuta was still a young master who needed to study hard in the house.

Especially during the years when the Demon Slayer Corps incident occurred, Ubuyashiki Yuuta's heart changed.

He was a little afraid of Suzuki Kawa.

When Suzuki Kawa was at the peak of his fame in the Demon Slayer Corps, he could raise his arm and everyone would respond.

It was not until Suzuki Kawa was injured that Ubuyashiki Yuuta actually felt a sense of relief.

Even letting Suzuki Kawa and Yan Sheng go to look for the escaped Kamie Mari was instructed by Ubuyashiki Yuta.

However, he did not reveal it, but just let the people who served his sister hint a few words. When Ubuyashiki Ai was panicked, she really went to find Suzuki Kawa and Yan Sheng.

But Ubuyashiki Yuita never expected that things would come to this point... He never thought of killing Suzuki Kawa.

When he heard that Suzuki Kawa was missing, a chill crept into his heart. The young lord, who was about ten years old, took a step back. If Yin behind him had not quickly supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Are you serious?"

His mind was in a mess. He raised his hand to wave away Yin and stayed alone in the study. There was still a glimmer of hope in his heart that Suzuki Kawa was just lost.

But how could such a grown-up person get lost?

Jiguo Yansheng next to him is no pushover.

Xiao Ai knocked on the door and woke him up. He quickly got up and pulled the doorknob, only to find his sister outside with a very bad face. He felt even more uneasy.

A letter was placed in his palm.

Ubuyashiki Yuita's fingertips turned white as he hurriedly opened the letter. The letter paper inside was full of writing. Suzuki Kawa never wrote well, but this time his handwriting was very neat.

At first glance, it was clear that the tone was one of explanation of final affairs. He was first told about some matters that needed to be handed over in the Demon Slayer Corps, and even arranged for the next person to be responsible. Of course, whether he wanted to use it or not was entirely up to him.

The following were some polite words, telling him to listen carefully to Xiaoai's opinions, and if he was unsure about something, he could send a letter to ask Madam Shiyin.

This takes up a quarter of the letter paper.

The following three quarters of the content is all about Yan Sheng.

In the letter, Suzuki Kawa felt that his life was coming to an end - the Demon King could let him go, but that didn't mean he would just let go. In addition, his health had been getting worse this year, and if he stayed at the headquarters, he might face a catastrophe.

"I have already taken care of Yan Sheng's memory. The Demon Slayer Corps doesn't need to mention me anymore. After a while, Yan Sheng probably won't even remember that there was such a person."

When Ubuyashiki Yuita saw this, he lost his grip on the thin piece of letter paper, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. It spun in the air and fell silently to the ground.

A man who was working as an assistant at the pharmacy happened to come in. Seeing that his master looked unhappy, he became nervous and said, "My lord, Mr. Quan said that it will take some time for Master Yan Sheng to wake up."

The young man calmed down, picked up the letter, and asked in a gentle voice, "How long will it take?"

"Mr. Quan said it would take two or three days."

Ubuyashiki Yuta's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand: "I understand, tell someone to take good care of Yan Sheng."

Na Yin responded hurriedly and left in a hurry.

Ubuyashiki Yuita had no intention of reading the following content. He handed it to his sister tiredly, turned around and sat down, pressing his solar plexus.

Ubuyashiki Ai read faster than him, but after finishing, he was also silent for a long time.

Finally, he spoke in a dry voice: "In this case, let's fulfill his wish."

The sun was at its zenith when Ubuyashiki Ai walked out of her lord's study. The letter had been put away by Yuta, who said it would be destroyed. She didn't bother to pay attention to it. She just looked at the sky outside and felt dizzy.

She had to close her eyes, and it took a while before she opened them, her brows becoming firm again.

Starting tomorrow, the Demon Slayer Corps will no longer discuss the character Suzuki Kawa. He is a hero who kills demons, but he can only be a hero who sleeps among graves.

The ban was quickly passed down. The team members didn't understand why, but they didn't dare to disobey and could only hide their doubts in their hearts.

Someone who claimed to have a good relationship with Suzuki Kawa came to ask about Ubuyashiki Yuta, but was quickly fooled away by his lord. Afterwards, Ubuyashiki Ai went to ask again and didn't ask any more questions.

Only one person neither agreed nor refused.

When Ji Guoyuan heard the ban, he was stunned at first. He didn't know what he remembered. He sat there in a daze for a long time before he slowly stood up and nodded to Yin who informed him.

It seems that he agreed.

After training, Yunyi went to visit his brother as usual.

Yan Sheng had woken up last night, but he had a severe headache. Quan Chengyilang prescribed a sedative and asked him to continue sleeping. Now it was evening, and he should have woken up by now.

"Brother." Yuanyi stood outside the door and called out in a low voice.

The door was half closed. Yan Sheng was already dressed and sitting inside. He tilted his head when he heard the words: "It's Yuanyi, come in."

As Ji Guoyuan walked in, he smelled the faint scent of medicine. He looked at his brother. Although the young man's face was still pale, his breathing was long and it was obvious that he would recover soon.

But... his eyes fell on Yan Sheng's brain, but he quickly moved away. He slowly sat down opposite Yan Sheng and asked about his brother's health.

"It's nothing else, I just feel like I've forgotten something... Mr. Quan said I accidentally hit my head, so it's normal to forget some things. I don't know if I can remember them in the future." Yan Sheng said, shaking his head.

Yunyi raised his eyes, his face a little unnatural, and he stiffly changed the subject: "No one needs to go out ghost hunting recently."

"Really?" Jiguo Yansheng seemed unaware.

Yunyi was not a talkative person, but in front of his trusted brother, he still said a lot. It was probably because the headquarters was attacked a few days ago, and the lord planned to move the headquarters.

There are just some rumors inside, and the final plan has not yet been decided.

"Relocate?" Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was to refuse, but he quickly frowned. The headquarters had been attacked a few days ago, which meant that the location had been exposed. The relocation should be done quickly. How could he resist?

Ji Guoyuan nodded slightly, recalled for a moment, and then said, "I don't know if it's true yet."

It is also feasible to expand the wisteria forest. Although they were attacked a few days ago, there were not many casualties. Tsugikuni Yoshiichi also said frankly that his strength has been improved and dealing with the cannibals is not a problem.

Yan Sheng's attention was quickly attracted by the improvement of Yuanyi's strength. He was a little conflicted. In the past, he always felt a little awkward when facing Yuanyi, but after waking up this time, he felt that awkwardness was much less.

It didn't seem to have subsided, but rather like a piece of my heart had been dug out, taking away the emotions inside along with it.

He was talking to his brother when he suddenly stopped, lowered his eyes to hide his momentary confusion, then looked up and asked, "Is the room next door...still there?"

Yunyi also lowered his head, staring at the pattern of the cloth on his knees, and said, "It depends on how the lord arranges it."

It was getting late, and Yan Sheng no longer felt like talking, so he said he was tired, and Yuanyi also got up and left.

When Yan Sheng was the only one left in the room, he sat for a while, then went to light the light, and the dim room became brighter. There was some noise outside, and he heard the sound of the door opening in the next room. Yuan Yi had returned to the room.

He stood inside the room, looked around, and then walked to the corner where there was an extra box.

The young man squatted down, his back facing the candlestick, and the shadow cast on him made it impossible to see anything. He stood up again to get the candlestick and placed it next to him where it could illuminate the area.

His slender fingers pressed on the unlocked metal buckle. Ji Guo Yansheng lowered his eyes, and memories of the box emerged in his mind.

It was left to him by his former colleague Suzuki Kawa, who died not long ago and I heard that even his body was not left.

As I recall, that person became increasingly depressed after being injured. They had a good relationship originally, but after a few quarrels, he was kicked out of the room by Suzuki Kawa, and then they fell into a cold war.

After that, we rarely met, and Suzuki Kawa stayed in his room and refused to go out.

He finally got into the mood and went out with others to buy some things to relax. Unfortunately, he encountered a ghost, was injured, and could not escape the ghost's pursuit range.

Jiguo Yansheng frowned. He thought that people who would hesitate when injured were not worth bothering with, but... forget it, since the candlesticks were already brought here, it wouldn't hurt to open it and take a look.

The box was not big, only as long as an arm. After Yan Sheng opened it, he saw that although it was not full, it was at least two-thirds full.

At the top is some money, neatly stacked together. The members of the Demon Slayer Corps are paid, and this is probably the money that Suzuki Kawa hadn't spent.

Jiguo Yansheng picked up the silver bags and put them aside, then looked down.

They were some light books, and one could tell from the pages that the owner had flipped through them quite a bit. Jiguo Yansheng picked one up and took a look. They were all storybooks, and he had long since stopped liking these things.

Just put it together with those silver bags.

At the bottom were some clothes. He reached out and flipped through them, but there was nothing there.

He couldn't believe it, and carefully took out the things inside, and looked through them carefully with an inexplicable thought in his mind.

He actually found a note in the pocket of a robe.

The young man's breathing quickened, as if there was a secret waiting for him to uncover. He couldn't wait to get under the candlestick and look at the note.

The words on it were crooked and written in a casual tone: "I'll go back to visit the grave next year."

A sentence that he couldn't understand the meaning of.

I don't even know if it was written for him.

Yan Sheng was a little disappointed.

He stuffed the note back into his robe pocket and found nothing else, so he could only put the things back one by one.

Closing the box again, Ji Guo Yansheng stroked the locking mechanism, hesitated for a moment, and then fastened it with force.

Such a self-degrading person is really not worth the trouble.

He thought, almost angrily, without even noticing the anger emerging.