Chapter 27 "Is this situation normal?"...

This is a house built of stone, its exterior bearing the marks of time.

The location is neither too far nor too close to Yoshiwara. It was left behind by woodcutters a long, long time ago, but it was abandoned because the descendants did not inherit it.

When Kokushibo passed by this place one day, he found that the house was not too damaged. In addition, the location and environment suited his taste, so he used it as a temporary place to stay for a long time.

He has now brought Azhi here.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Azhi's legs went weak. Seeing that she seemed a little dazed, Kokushibo placed her on the only futon in the room.

Azhi sat there, like a cat that had been forcibly moved from its nest, too afraid to move. Her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She stared blankly for a long time before glancing around very slowly.

She didn't have the ghost's night vision, and there was clearly no way there could be electric lights in the house. The various ornaments were vaguely outlined in the darkness, which only made people feel scared.

The rain was still pattering against the roof and windows, some of it seeping wetly into the room through the cracks. Apart from the "drip-drip" sound, there was nothing else.

The girl was soaked to the bone. Her completely wet clothes became heavy and cold, clinging to her body and gradually stealing her warmth. She almost involuntarily pulled her arms around herself, and her breathing became labored.

When Kokushibo was leading Aori on the last leg of the journey, he clearly sensed her body temperature slowly dropping; the change was quite noticeable.

He lit the candle slowly and deliberately. Unlike the stereotypical image of most demons who have lost their minds, Upper Moon One Kokushibo's every move seemed to be measured by a ruler, leaving no room for criticism.

Even if we were to evaluate him fairly, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was dignified and courteous. Like the incense he wore, his manners were ingrained in his very being, so that people wouldn't feel any sense of incongruity when they saw him.

The leaping flames instantly dispelled the darkness inside, allowing Azhi to see the true appearance of the house more clearly.

It has both similarities and differences as expected.

What they have in common is that they are indeed very simple, lacking even the most basic living necessities. What they differ from each other is that the environment here is clean and simple, without any cobwebs.

Upon closer inspection, there are signs of long-term use, such as the many candles on the table, which may not have been long since the last time the person lived there. There is not much dust in the room.

As for who lives here, judging from how skillfully the upper moon makes fire, it's not hard to guess who it is, nor is it hard to guess why there are no basic living utensils here.

What kind of household utensils do you need... for cooking?

Azhi didn't find the joke funny at all, and she suddenly understood why the Upper Moon had been able to hide so well all these years. If they were all hidden in a place like this, who could find them?

For her, this could only mean one thing: the chances of being rescued by someone else had drastically decreased.

Azhi found it hard to be optimistic. She had already cried all her tears. The damp, cold air made her nose itch, and her brows furrowed slightly on her fair face. She couldn't help but sneeze.

It was a very small sneeze, which the girl covered with her sleeve in time, so it didn't make much of a sound. Afterwards, she lowered her eyes in a panic, trying her best to make herself less noticeable.

She was genuinely afraid of herself.

Kokushibo's eyes were filled with an unfathomable darkness. He tightened his fingers, straightened his body, and walked to the wardrobe in the corner, taking out the things he had left there for emergencies.

The tall, imposing Upper Moon walked towards her step by step, holding some unknown object in his hand. It was really hard for A-Zhi not to be frightened by him. Her buttocks lifted off the futon, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

In the midst of the utter panic, Aori only had time to make out Kokushibo's taut, sharply defined jawline before a dry men's outer garment was draped over her head.

The clothes still smelled of the previous fragrance.

—Does this mean you want her to change into it?

Azhi is unsure.

—Does Upper Moon One mean for her to change into this outfit?

When did food become so well-treated? Is it because cold and hard food doesn't taste good?

But she didn't have the courage to ask for the answer.

Kokushibo knelt silently before the table with his back to her. The lamplight cast a warm glow on him, but his straight back remained as sharp as a knife stuck in the ground, and his cold demeanor did not diminish in the slightest.

They showed no intention of speaking.

Come to think of it, she hasn't actually interacted with this Upper Moon yet, although they probably don't have anything to talk about.

Wearing soaking wet clothes, and with her hair clinging to her skin along with her clothes, one can imagine how uncomfortable it must have been in the cold, damp little house.

She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively pulled down her clothes, glancing at Kuroshibo's movements from time to time.

But Upper Moon possessed an integrity that didn't suit his demon identity; he remained motionless, like a statue.

Ah Zhi thought to herself, "What a strange ghost."

After a while, the rustling sound of the clothes gradually subsided.

Azhi was wrapped in the outer robe of the Black Death Demon. The demon was extremely tall, so the robe was undoubtedly very large, almost completely covering her, leaving not a single inch of her skin exposed.

She could only bend the sleeves several times and tie the collar and hem with a belt. Even so, the clothes that didn't belong to her still looked empty on her, making her appear even more petite and frail.

Moreover, Azhi just discovered that she had not only received clothes, but also a towel, which made her pause for a moment.

This Upper Moon demon didn't act as ferociously as the demons she had encountered before, and it didn't do anything scary to her at all. Although that was strange, Aori was slightly less afraid.

Maybe this is a good ghost in disguise, just with a bad temper?

She thought this naively, but then felt it was pointless. She tugged at her clothes to make sure she was dressed, and looking at Shangxian, who had his back to her, she said in a trembling voice, "I'm ready."

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

During that brief moment, Kokushibo wasn't thinking about anything; he simply closed his eyes and quietly sensed the vibrant life behind him that he hadn't experienced in hundreds of years.

As soon as A-Zhi spoke, Kokushibo moved. He turned around and looked over, still keeping his upper body still, while the long sword at his waist slashed across the ground, leaving a barely noticeable sound.

Azhi dried her hair roughly, just enough to keep it from dripping wet, and changed into dry clothes to cover her body... She just didn't dare use this towel to dry her feet.

Azhi had walked barefoot on the muddy ground before. Although she had stepped into puddles and washed away some mud, there was still some residue left. It wasn't actually very dirty, but she felt a bit uncomfortable.

She didn't dare to step directly onto the prayer mat, but instead placed her ankles on the edge of the mat and put both feet on the floor.

Under that unwavering gaze, everything about her was laid bare. Compared to Kokushibo, who looked completely unscathed, Aori felt utterly filthy.

Although she was wearing clean clothes, her initial fear gradually turned into a little embarrassment, and she unconsciously curled her toes.

The reality was exactly the opposite of what she thought.

The girl was naturally beautiful, with thick, long eyelashes that drooped in an endearing arc, her beautiful eyes filled with shyness, and her hair, damp and clinging to her neck.

None of this diminished her beauty; she was like a captivating spirit emerging from the water.

Her fair legs were crossed in a regular pattern. She was so fair that she stood out from her surroundings, as if she were emitting a faint light, which added to her sense of fragility and vulnerability.

But she was too nervous, like a mollusk that had encountered danger and was trying to retreat into its shell. The only part that was left was obvious, and Kokushibo's gaze fell on Aori's feet.

Azhi understood his meaning, and she was confused again.

Although she had changed her clothes, the chill in her body was not so easy to dispel. Aori's hands were already stiff, and the tension increased even more because of Kokushibo's gaze...

Her fingers trembled so much she almost dropped the cloth. She rubbed it haphazardly on her feet a few times, but it did nothing to improve the situation; instead, it made the stain spread even more.

A tall shadow slowly fell over, and Azhi's breath hitched. Sweat broke out on her back as she saw the imposing Upper Moon approaching her.

He squatted down, bending one leg slightly, one hand encircling her ankle and suspending it in mid-air, while the other hand took the towel from Azhi's hand and began to wipe the stains on her feet expressionlessly.

The force was controlled to just the right degree.

No one has ever wiped Azhi's feet, and she has never asked anyone to wipe her feet, as she feels that it is disrespectful to others.

And this Upper Moon, who should be incredibly ferocious, is now wiping her feet, like a dream... no, something that would never happen in any dream.

The bizarre developments made Aori feel like it was all unreal; she was so shocked that she was speechless. However, Upper Moon One clearly didn't realize that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

Kokushibo cleaned with meticulous care, paying attention to every crevices between the girl's toes and every inch of skin, as if he were handling an extremely fine work of art.

During this process, his hands will inevitably come into contact with the girl's skin.

A-Zhi then realized that the demon's fingertips were also very rough, similar to Giyu and Sabito's, with thick calluses left from long-term training.

Because ghosts can regenerate their bodies, Azhi assumed that every part of their skin should be smooth. She hadn't had a chance to notice this before because of her fear, but now, under such a bizarre situation, she had this idea for no reason.

And... if I remember correctly, wasn't this hand that was winding up very cold? How come it's so hot now?

Her body involuntarily leaned backward, and Azhi braced herself against her arms, her brows furrowed, and a look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

She watched silently as the six-eyed demon, who appeared enormous even while kneeling, acted in ways unbecoming of his status.

—How strange.

The snow-white, soft little feet looked even smaller when held in the palm of the hand. The pearl-like toes, after being wiped clean, had a charming pink hue. These feet must have been stepping on the softest velvet.

She was quite tense at the moment, her arches were taut like bows, and there were obvious blue veins on the instep. Her toes were curled inward, showing her tension.

Cold, dark red hair fell from Kokushibo's broad shoulders, brushing just across Aori's toes, like some cold-blooded animal crawling over her, making her feel a chill run down her spine.

She reflexively reached out to brush the other person's hair aside, but pulled back just before her fingertips touched him. She tried to retract her foot but encountered resistance, so she could only stare wide-eyed, maintaining an awkward expression.

—That's really weird.

The ankles fixed in the palm of her hand were thin and fragile, no wonder she fell after taking only a few steps. Kokushibo didn't apply any force, he just kept her encircled like that, and the girl couldn't break free.

His fingertips unconsciously slid down, and a slight tremor immediately ran through the skin beneath his palm. The girl parted her lips slightly and couldn't help but let out a gasp.

Ah Zhi... Ah Zhi was completely dumbfounded.

000……000 was also dumbfounded.

000 was cursing as it left the system space, thinking that the garbage detection center was doomed, even though it was in such a state of collapse, it still couldn't detect any problems.

The detection system stated: "[System 000, according to the detection center's comparison, the small world codenamed 'Demon Slayer' has no problems in the storyline. Please return to your host as soon as possible to continue your mission.]"

It argued a few times, but the testing center's system said it was being unreasonable and eventually kicked it out. The current young system doesn't know how to respect its predecessors at all.

000 expressed great dissatisfaction and threatened, "I'll see how badly it collapses before you can even detect the problem!"

Then, when it returned to Azhi, she realized that she hadn't scolded her enough.

If it weren't for the system log showing that it had only been gone for a little over half an hour, 000 would have thought that several years had passed in the world. Anyway, three years is enough time to have two children.

At first glance, it is an extremely erotic and suggestive scene.

Under the warm candlelight, the powerful, samurai-dressed Kokushibo, his back bent, devoutly held the girl's ankle. The girl leaned back slightly, and upon closer inspection, one could see that her clothes were exactly the same as those of the Upper Moon.

000 roared to the sky: "Damn it, testing center, open your eyes and see! Is this normal?"

—What is this?

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Author's Note: One second ago: He might be a little better

The next second: It was all a misplaced trust.

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It seems a bit out of character now, but it should be better when the story between them is written in the Sengoku arc~ (￣▽￣～)~

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