Chapter 118 Chapter 118 Life is like a play, what matters is acting. ...

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The classical music became clearer and clearer, and the drums thumped in time with the rhythm.

Li Xiaoqi raised his head and stared at the lush lights on the torii gate until he stepped onto the last step, and the scene inside the shrine came into view.

The long approach to the temple stretches forward, with many stalls on both sides.

The goods on the stalls are of various styles and types, including traditional food and exquisite handicrafts made by skilled craftsmen.

The only thing that was the same was that the stall owner did not appear in front of the stall. Instead, he dropped his merchandise and followed the crowd towards the high altar.

On the altar, the priestesses held green branches in their hands, stood respectfully on both sides with their brows lowered.

The branch was tied with a white knot and swayed in the evening breeze.

Li Xiaoqi stood outside the crowd, but his silver hair stood out among them.

People turned around and looked in her direction curiously. They didn't think she was a monster, but they thought the man next to her was really strange.

He was dressed in the style of the Warring States Period, with his face hidden under the curtain of a bamboo hat, like an actor who had sneaked out from a theater.

"Mr. Kokushibo, everyone is looking at you."

Li Xiaoqi joked.

Kokushibo just snorted coldly and didn't answer.

Seeing him like this, Li Xiaoqi said, "Come to think of it, Mr. Muzan is a ghost... right? Ghosts feed on human flesh and blood, so why do these people worship Mr. Muzan like a god?"

“Humanity is the epitome of hypocrisy.”

Kokushibo said, his low and cold words were like frost that had been frozen for a thousand years.

"As long as they satisfy human greed, humans will worship any being, whether it's a ghost or a legendary monster, as a god. That's how humans are. They worship gods, yet they can't tell who truly can bring the light of salvation. How ridiculous."

The gauze curtain fluttered, and the lights of the festival fell into Kokushibo's eyes.

Li Xiaoqi opened his lips slightly, but he didn't agree in his heart.

This is a fallacy.

"Mr. Kokushibo, is it really okay to say this? Before you became a demon, you were also a human, right?"

Kokushibo lowered his eyes and looked over. Li Xiaoqi had a faint smile on her face, and the warm light cast a hazy and ambiguous glow on the corners of her lips.

"yes."

He answered without hesitation, "Humans are weak, and the distance between them and God is too great."

"Because they are weak, they constantly seek outside help, asking for what they want from lords, powerful individuals, and gods. They cling to the strong to absorb their blood and nutrients, gradually changing into another face and becoming hypocritical and selfish."

Kokushibo's gaze passed through the crowd and looked into the distance.

Li Xiaoqi raised his head and was speechless as he looked at his profile behind the gauze curtain.

The "god" he mentioned was probably Yoriichi Tsugikuni.

And were these words that Kokushibo said mocking himself?

The trees rustled, and their shadows enveloped them, forming an invisible barrier that separated them from the crowd ahead.

Suddenly, Li Xiaoqi realized that the current atmosphere was very suitable for discussing the so-called "life", and the topic happened to come here.

Anyway, she had tried to invite Muzan Kibutsuji, but he was not in the Infinite Castle, and there was no order of priority in the mission, so she decided to give it a try.

"Mr. Kokushibo, I think humans are very strong."

Li Xiaoqi smiled with curved eyebrows and looked up to meet his gaze.

"Because I know I am weak, I try every possible way to make myself strong, so that I can protect myself and even protect the people who are important to me, and realize my ideals."

"When you're still weak, it's okay to seek help. It's also the only way to become strong. No creature in the world can survive alone after being born without parents or the protection of their race. They must have encountered many strong people who helped them. Only by keeping a low profile can they grow stronger and eventually become strong enough to help the weak."

Li Xiaoqi's expression was serious and his tone was firm.

“Don’t deny yourself.”

"Whether it's being a ghost or being a human before, it's all a part of myself and I can't deny it."

"Because the strong are also transformed from the weak."

Kokushibo slowly opened his eyes, a look of disbelief flashing across them.

He clenched his fists and stared at Li Xiaoqi with an obscure look in his eyes.

Li Xiaoqi looked back calmly without changing his expression.

After a while, Kokushibo looked defeated, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly.

"You seem to favor humans."

Kokushibo said in a deep voice.

Li Xiaoqi's heart tightened, but he was not panicked at all. "No, I'm just speaking from the perspective of a traveler."

"Traveler?"

Kokushibo asked.

Li Xiaoqi nodded gently. "Yes, a traveler. I'm a researcher at the Space-Time Administration, not a human. Although I became a ghost due to some circumstances, I don't consider myself to be the same as Mr. Kokushibo. No matter what mission I'm on and what world I come to, to the world, I'm just an outsider traveler."

“After I’ve done what I need to do, I’ll go back to where I came from.”

The wind blew her long hair, and the falling leaves from the trees kissed the corners of her eyes before falling.

She spoke so sincerely that even her figure seemed to become vague.

Kokushibo couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment. He looked at Li Xiaoqi as if his important sword was about to disappear at any time.

He reached out and pressed Li Xiaoqi's shoulders, then leaned over.

The wind blew up the gauze curtain under the gauze hat, and a handsome face gradually approached.

Li Xiaoqi was stunned and took a step back helplessly.

Noticing her actions, Kokushibo stopped and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm grateful for your words."

Along with his words, the administrator June's notification tone rang out.

"Congratulations, host! You've successfully created a private space for Kokushibo and successfully talked with him to increase his favorability."

"Tick-tick! Upper Moon One Kokushibo's favorability has increased by 25 points. It's now at 70, which is more than friendship but less than lovers!"

Isn’t this too fast!

Li Xiaoqi froze in place and laughed out loud twice.

She thought of the wife Kokushibo married when he was a human, and couldn't help but feel sad for her.

Her husband left her and the children and ran away, turned into a ghost and never returned home... a scumbag!

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared on the stage, and the crowd became excited.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mukai?

Li Xiaoqi looked up and unexpectedly saw an old man on the stage.

"Huh?"

The gray-haired old man walked slowly, but his back was straight. He held a white folding fan used for prayer and began to chant, his body dancing a sacred sacrificial dance to the music.

The sacrificial dance seemed a bit boring to Li Xiaoqi, so he began to study the old man's face.

Although his face was old, his eyes were not cloudy, and the gleam in them was like that of a young man.

She stood under the tree, horrified.

That bastard Muzan Kibutsuji wouldn't kill the priest who was once respected by the people and then peel off his skin to replace him, right?

That's why Kokushibo said earlier, "They worship gods, but they can't tell who is the one who can truly bring the light of salvation"...

At this moment, Li Xiaoqi felt his scalp tingling.

What is Muzan Kibutsuji up to again?

Her extreme nervousness made her unable to pay attention to the live broadcast interface. Li Xiaoqi turned her head and realized that the image of Dazai Osamu on the translucent screen had quietly disappeared at some point.

[That old man is Muzan, right?! ! !]

[The old man doesn't look like Muzan Kibutsuji, but more like someone who peeled off human skin and put it on his own face]

[Muzan is so scary, damn]

[Ahhhh, goosebumps are coming up]

[Family members, this is the Ghost King, the real Ghost King]

[Although Muzan is very handsome, I don’t dare to recommend him anymore]

Xiao Qi is truly amazing, having spent so many days dealing with these man-eating monsters.

[Just now I thought Yi Ge and Xiao Qi were a bit good to watch, but now I can’t watch them at all]

[Those who support Yige and Xiaoqi, don't forget that Yige has a history of abandoning his wife and children. He is not a good man (dog head)]

[Just now I saw Zai in the crowd? And also Big Brother who flashed by! ]

!!!

Muzan and Kokushibo are both here, big brother, please don't come over to join in the fun——

Li Xiaoqi shouted in his heart.

Suddenly, Kokushibo looked at the crowd and frowned slightly.

"Wait for me here."

Li Xiaoqi took his hand and smiled, "Mr. Kokushibo, where are you going?"

"It is disrespectful to leave a woman alone in such a crowded place."

She curled her lips, looking quite coquettish.

When Kokushibo paused, the breath of the Demon Slayer Corps soldier that he had just sensed disappeared.

The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and he gave Li Xiaoqi a look of dissatisfaction.

"There was a suspicious Demon Slayer Corps just now..."

Li Xiaoqi didn't wait for him to finish his words, but stood on tiptoe and got into the gauze curtain of his hat. He raised his hand and pressed it on his eyebrows, smiling at him with his eyes curved.

"Don't be angry, even if the Demon Slayer Corps is here, so what? Mr. Kokushibo is so powerful, they are no match for you."

Kokushibo's breathing became faster. He hurriedly shook off Li Xiaoqi's hand and took a step back to keep his distance.

"Ms. Nana, please pay attention to your manners."

Li Xiaoqi laughed out loud. It was the first time he saw Kokushibo so embarrassed.

A low chuckle reached Kokushibo's ears, and for some reason he felt his ears getting hot.

"Stop joking, I'll be back soon."

Kokushibo left a word and disappeared from the spot. What was funny was that his usually slow tone suddenly became much faster.

Li Xiaoqi looked at the crowd and put away the smile on his face.

On the live broadcast interface, the audience kept posting comments to remind her that Dazai Osamu and Kokushibo had gone to look for them, so she thought she didn't need to worry about them.

Dazai Osamu should be able to use the Anywhere Door to pull Rengoku Kyojuro away at any time if anything goes wrong.

Li Xiaoqi looked around and had no intention of listening to Kokushibo and waiting obediently.

She squeezed into the crowd and walked towards the altar.

At this time, the ceremony on the altar ended, and after receiving the blessings of the "priest", people dispersed with satisfied smiles and enjoyed the excitement of the festival with their families and friends.

According to the tasks issued by the system, she has not yet invited Muzan Kibutsuji to participate in the festival.

Speaking of participating, he himself is an indispensable "priest" of the festival...so let's invite him to visit the stalls together.

Li Xiaoqi walked against the flow of people and was accidentally bumped into by passers-by several times.

Instead of losing her temper, she patiently accepted the apology and moved on.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.

"Ms. Nana, why are you alone in the crowd at this festival?"

His vision swirled, and Li Xiaoqi came back to his senses, meeting a pair of plum-red eyes.

His slightly curly black hair hung down, and his handsome features looked even gentler with a slight smile at the corners of his lips.

"Mr. Muzan?!"

Li Xiaoqi said in surprise.

Muzan Kibutsuji changed back to his original appearance and put on a black kimono. The lights swaying in the wind illuminated the red spider lilies on the kimono.

The kimono was casually opened, revealing half of the chest.

"Good evening, Miss Nana."

"Isn't Kokushibo with you? I asked him to take you to enjoy this lively festival, but he left you, who is so important, to chase after the Demon Slayer Corps. How stupid."

He was still holding Li Xiaoqi's hand, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his magnetic voice.

Li Xiaoqi opened his eyes wide, shocked by how quickly Muzan Kibutsuji changed his clothes.

She lowered her eyes to look at the strong and firm body in front of her and licked her dry lips.

Brother, would you mind trying to wear these clothes properly?