Chapter 115 Rare Blood
"We are different from you."
Iwakatsu noticed Tanjiro Kamado's gaze and said seriously, based on his understanding of the protagonist, the other party probably felt that he and Yoriichi Tsugikuni had the same experience as him.
"Is that so?"
Tanjiro Kamado scratched his head, surprised that the other person could sense his thoughts. Iwakatsu nodded, noticing the Kasugai crow circling overhead.
"Yoichi... is leaving."
He turned to look at his silent younger brother, whose gaze remained fixed on the wooden box behind Tanjiro Kamado. Iwakatsu's face darkened, and he stomped his clogs on Yoriichi Tsugikuni's foot.
"Don't even think about it."
"Yes, elder brother."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni looked away and saw Tanjiro Kamado looking up at him, about to say something, when Kasugai-rai landed on his shoulder.
"goodbye."
Sensitive to the situation, Kokushibo and Yoriichi waved to him, then watched as Tanjiro Kamado bowed, ran a few steps forward, stopped, and waved back at them.
See you next time.
After saying that, he turned and left, while the raven on his shoulder, which had remained silent until long after he had left, finally spoke.
"The next place is Asakusa in Tokyo Prefecture. I heard there are ghosts lurking there. Gaaaaaah!"
"Hey, are we going to the next place?"
"Hurry up and go!"
"Wait a moment."
"No, we won't wait."
"..."
——
"I hope he does well."
Yoriichi Tsugikuni sighed as he watched Tanjiro Kamado's departing figure. Iwakatsu glanced at him silently, unsure of what the other was thinking.
"That... earring, it looks like..."
Iwakatsu had this suspicion when he first met him, but unexpectedly, Yoriichi Tsugikuni gave the earring to Tanjiro Kamado just like in the original story.
"Brother, did you recognize it? It was a gift from Mother."
Ji Guoyuan nodded, looking at Yan Sheng, feeling that his and Tamayo's guesses were correct.
My elder brother is indeed gradually regaining his memory.
When a person becomes a ghost, their memories of their human life become confused and forgotten; they will only remember the things they are most obsessed with.
They had previously speculated that Muzan Kibutsuji's manipulation and demonization had caused Iwakatsu to forget everything, so they were trying to use these two factors to help Iwakatsu gradually recover.
"……oh."
That wasn't what Yan Sheng wanted to ask, but he didn't want to explain it again; it felt like too much trouble.
Iwakatsu pondered. He remembered that Boss Zhai was still in Tokyo, and it wasn't far from Tokyo by train, which seemed quite reasonable.
"Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Yoriichi turned to look at Iwakatsu, who had been very quiet the whole way until he realized it was getting late and hurriedly found a place to stay.
"nothing."
Yan Sheng gave a perfunctory answer. He couldn't very well say that he was worried about what would happen if the scumbag boss found out that he hadn't followed his instructions and hadn't gone to see the other Ghost Months but had instead been slacking off.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't ask any more questions. The two walked quietly, intending to go back.
Walking through the woods, Yoriichi Tsugikuni watched as the sky slowly began to brighten, and looking around, he found a cave.
"Brother, over here."
He grabbed Yan Sheng and hid at the very back of the cave, blocking the entrance and shielding himself from the sunlight.
How boring. Yan Sheng stood there for a long time, staring at the light spots on the ground not far away, and began to think that he hadn't been this disheveled in a long time.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni went out to find food after noon, after all, he was human. He watched as Yoriichi Tsugikuni appeared at the cave entrance, holding a rolled-up leaf in his hand.
Yan Sheng smelled a faint scent of blood, which made him frown. He felt that the smell was very familiar, a somewhat confusing fragrance.
Iwakatsu didn't like the scent, but the aroma made him look at the rolled-up leaf in Yoriichi's hand and involuntarily swallow.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni didn't notice Iwakatsu's unusual behavior. He was used to seeing Iwakatsu reveal six golden eyes, which Iwakatsu would show when he felt annoyed.
The environment in this cave is indeed not very good.
“Brother, I remember you haven’t eaten in a long time.”
Yoriichi Tsugikuni still remembered Ichiro Tokito's words, but Kokushima made no comment. If Kokushima hadn't been constantly dozing off lately, he wouldn't have noticed.
After picking wild fruits outside, he casually found a large leaf, washed it clean, and cut his palm open to get some.
Yan Sheng gripped his sleeves tightly, his eyes fixed on the approaching leaves. He could see the slightly viscous red liquid swaying inside, and he could smell the scent that had been drawing him in growing stronger.
For some reason, as Yan Sheng smelled it, it reminded him of the aroma of hot pot he ate in his past life. He suddenly remembered the original novel's setting—rare bloodline.
Damn it, Yoriichi Tsugikuni has rare blood.
Yan Sheng now knows that the confusion was probably an illusion. Rare blood can make demons feel chaotic. After all, good human blood tastes like hotpot, even the son of God can't do that.
Yan Sheng felt like this was the number one forbidden object from his previous life. As the hand got closer and closer, he suddenly took a step back, cold sweat pouring down his back.
"I...don't want to."
Iwakatsu covered his nose with his sleeve, his disgust clearly visible, which stunned Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
"Brother, what happened to my blood?"
Yoriichi Tsugikuni was surprised that Iwakatsu would behave like this, avoiding a plague. His eyes were filled with doubt. When Iwakatsu drank Tokito Ichiro's blood before, he also frowned, but he didn't look like this.
"I don't like it...take it away."
Yan Sheng resisted intensely, biting his lip to stay awake. It was so attractive to ghosts, and the feeling of being out of control made him feel nauseous.
“But, brother, you haven’t eaten anything this month.”
Genichiro Tsugikuni glanced at the red liquid contained in the leaves. He could only smell the rusty smell, exactly the same as the one that Ichiro Tokito had smelled before, with no difference whatsoever.
"I……"
Yan Sheng's hand slowly fell down. He forced himself to shake his head vigorously, and felt not only the smell of hot pot, but also the familiar smell of barbecue.
Ah, I really want to eat it.
Yoriichi Tsugikuni finally noticed that something was wrong with Iwakatsu; his six golden eyes were unfocused, and when he moved even slightly, they were staring intently at the leaves in his hand.
Why
After hesitating for a moment, Yoriichi Tsugikuni decided that it would be better to let Iwakatsu drink it, since Tamayo had told him that demons need to eat some flesh and blood at certain times.
"Brother, I apologize for my rudeness."
When Yan Sheng heard these incredibly familiar words, he got goosebumps and instinctively reached out to grab Yoriichi Tsugikuni, his long, black fingernails showing through his taut fingers.
"Snap—".
Ji Guoyuan swiftly grabbed Yan Sheng's wrist, sensing that the other person's symptoms were very similar to those described by Zhu Shi.
Prolonged fasting can lead to irritability, loss of control, weakness, or depression.
"Tsugikuni, Yoriichi!"
Yan Sheng looked at the face so close to his face, struggled a few more times but couldn't budge it. He could only watch as the blood, which smelled like either hot pot or barbecue, got closer and closer to him.
"Ugh—".
Yoriichi Tsugikuni paused for a moment when he saw Iwakatsu's sharp teeth clenched tightly around his lip, then released Iwakatsu's wrist and pried open his lips and teeth.
Ahhhhhh
Iwakatsu felt like he was going crazy. Although he forced himself to stay conscious, he was unable to resist Yoriichi Tsugikuni.
"Ugh—".
Excess blood slid from the corner of Yan Sheng's mouth, and only when he drank it did he feel as if the sky had fallen.
What kind of hot pot or barbecue is this? It smells so strongly of cilantro!
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