Chapter 124 Special: Upper Three Deaths: City Princess "You are...
"You are the person with the most fervent life I have ever met."
"Get well soon."
In the room filled with the strong smell of medicine, the old woman opened her eyes, her cloudy pupils flickered a few times, and then she regained her clarity. She looked at the dancing flames in the stove in front of her. Her dying body could not support her to stand up again.
She saw the flames growing bigger and bigger, starting to get out of control, burning the corners of her clothes and climbing up. The rolling flames greedily burned her skin, trying to suck the little oil under the loose skin.
The medicinal materials were evaporated by the flames and turned into slag.
She would also be burned by the flames, but she still sat there motionless, waiting, waiting for the flames to burn out and the fleeting flame spirit to appear.
"Your family was also killed by evil spirits, why would you go along with them?"
"Wake up! Mrs. Suzuki!"
The rampant flames were still shouting, but her face was calm. Amidst the flashing swords and sabers, she flipped her fingertips, and a gold coin appeared between her pale and green fingers.
The beautiful patterns on Cheng Ji's face were illuminated by the fireworks. She was young and beautiful, but her eyebrows and eyes were sharp. Her hair was a little messy, and only the wooden hairpin was still hanging. There were many knife marks on her body, but her eyes never moved.
Until I heard the voice "Mrs. Suzuki".
The gold coins between Cheng Ji's fingers flew out and exploded in mid-air. The swordsmen were unable to dodge and burn marks appeared on their bodies.
She stood in front of these people and said, "You can be so arrogant sometimes."
"From the very beginning, you guys couldn't stop talking. Are you trying to convince me?"
"My memories from my human days are the most disgusting and the ones I least want to recall. Before I became 'Mrs. Suzuki', I was Tabata Saki. I was only fourteen years old when my family married me to that man under the pretext of an arranged marriage. If I hadn't experienced those three hundred years, I might have been a happy person."
Shirohime felt that she no longer owed the Demon Slayer Corps anything. The fire that year did not burn her husband's wealth, which was the Demon Slayer Corps' income for nearly three years.
She was just happy that it was she who took care of Suzuki Kawa back then. Fate gave her the opportunity to start a new life, and Suzuki Kawa personally opened a smooth road for her.
These swordsmen were stronger than before. She had no idea how they had done it in such a short time, but she would still be happy if she died here tonight.
The blood demon art is for the princess of the Infinite Castle, and her offensive power is not as good as that of demons like Ando Tsukasa and Kokushibo. When Douma and her started a bloody battle by switching places, she realized that she was not cut out for fighting.
So she quickly admitted defeat, although she was somewhat reluctant to give up the position of Upper Two.
Ando Tsukasa could have defeated her and returned to Upper 3, but he didn't.
In the Infinite City, where does all the hatred that demands death come from?
They are companions, not enemies who are jealous of each other.
So when Douma and Suzuki Kawa were chatting, Ando Tsukasa could squat beside them and flip through the books he had written, while Shirohime was replacing the antiques on the antique shelf opposite. The expensive incense she found had a light and elegant scent and had been burning in that living room for hundreds of years, creating Shirohime's three hundred years of dream of gold and colorful things.
"Lord Chengji, Tu Kui has destroyed the arena again!"
"Master Shirohime, please take a look at the newly made furniture. I'm sure the size will be right this time!"
"Master Shirohime, Oichiro and I are going out today. We heard that there are some really fun toys out there. Let's go steal one and see if it's really that fun. We're sure we can make something even more fun. If that master takes a fancy to it, that would be even better!"
"Lord Shirohime, I'm going out hunting tonight. Please keep an eye on me. I'm afraid I'll run into someone from the Demon Slayer Corps."
"Master Shirohime... Oichiro was killed by the Demon Slayer Corps... Uuuuu, I almost didn't escape..."
"Lady Chengji, where is Tu Kui? He broke the corner of the arena last time, and he's still dragging his feet when I asked him to fix it..."
Those were the little ghosts she selected one by one to enter the Infinite City. During the three hundred years, several of them died outside because they encountered the Demon Slayer Corps or powerful wild ghosts, but the others lived well in the Infinite City.
From ignorant little ghosts dominated by flesh and blood to ghosts who listened to the orders of the Castle Princess and built the Infinite City bit by bit, they are the largest group in the Infinite City. They live on the other side of the Infinite City, go out to cut trees and mine every day, make furniture, refine ores, and listen to Ando Tsukasa's lectures. Sometimes the Castle Princess will play the pipa for them, and they happily praise the Castle Princess's good piano skills.
Shirohime is already at the end of her strength, and there are three or four swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps around her, including the Pillar.
As expected, she is still not good at fighting...
The little ghosts she was familiar with had already fallen to the ground, their bodies turned into filth, without even a trace left.
No, there are still traces. In her Infinite City, there are traces of their existence everywhere.
"Sir, if we open the Infinite City battle, it will definitely..."
"Jiorhime," Suzukigawa interrupted her. The young man was pruning branches with a pair of scissors. Shirohime had heard that a certain flower shop had a new variety of roses that bloomed beautifully even in winter, so she went to buy them. "There's a box on the table next to you. Open it and take a look."
Cheng Ji swallowed the words she had not finished, turned her head, and saw the box carved with retro patterns on the table next to her. She picked it up and opened it, and what came into view was a small glass statue. A woman in a kimono pressed the umbrella handle on her shoulder, tilted her head, and her blank face turned towards the person who opened it. A crisp bell rang.
"This is... a music box." Cheng Ji was knowledgeable and recognized it immediately.
"Click." Suzuki Chuan cut off a flower bud and put it aside, saying gently, "That's right, Shirohime. The Infinite City is like a music box to you. It contains all your memories and hard work. It is your true home. So, there is no need to talk about opening the Infinite City to fight in the future."
The clear and melodious bell sounds were woven into an unknown melody. Cheng Ji held the music box as if she was holding her own infinite castle.
Infinite City is the home of her soul.
It sealed away all her gorgeous dreams and the world she dared not imagine as a girl.
The breathing sword technique attacked again, and the swordsmen knew that if they did not take the opportunity to kill the upper-rank monk in front of them, it would cause big trouble, so they chose to attack at the same time.
As the sword flashed, Cheng Ji opened her eyes and raised her hand to pull out the wooden hairpin that tied her hair behind her head.
A hint of sadness appeared on her face just before the devastating explosion engulfed her.
Before she died, she didn't think about the seemingly happy human family, the lavish life that looked down upon the shopping malls, or the momentary pleasure of killing humans.
She thought of every inch of the Infinite City, winding and twisting with no end in sight.
She remembered everyone greeting her happily and adoringly.
She recalled the days in the past when she had filled the antique display cabinet in Suzuki River's living room bit by bit.
She remembered the cramped room of the Eternal Paradise Cult, with wine bottles scattered all over the floor. She and Ando Shidouma were drunk on the floor, waiting for the long day to pass and for the night to come when they would sober up.
Ando Tsukasa's explosives are indeed powerful, she thought.
Just assume she is still drunk, falling into the Infinite City. The doors and windows that are shining with yellow light are tightly closed, sealing off three hundred years of memories, waiting for the moment to see the light of day again.
Ando Tsukasa's mask was left in the Infinite Castle and has not been taken away yet. I hope he won't blame me.
The explosion shook the entire forest, and no one survived.
As a leaf fell, Ando Tsukasa hurriedly stepped into the fire, but could not find Shirohime's body anywhere.
"I told you to run away if you can't win, so why did you die together?"
The flames licked his clothes as he stood in the sea of fire that had turned into a huge pit. Finally, he picked up a broken wooden hairpin from the charred earth.
The hairpin is hollow, with only the outer layer being made of wood and the inner layer being made of iron, and the workmanship is extremely delicate.
Ando Tsukasa seemed not to feel the heat, and with trembling hands he spun a piece of paper out of it.
Despite the explosion, the note remained intact.
Cheng Ji's handwriting was small and beautiful, and it caught the eye in the dancing firelight.
[Regretfully, we will no longer talk in the long night]
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