"Time flies, and four months have passed" - this is what I remember about the transition after the Infinity Train in the comics.

One grid, four months passed like this.

So can I get through four months with just one sentence?

Of course not. From the time I started bleeding from the nose in front of everyone at the headquarters because of Brother Feng’s beautiful body, maybe only four hours have passed?

I don't have a cell phone, a computer, or any entertainment options. I also have to endure a weak body and the same looks that people around me give me.

The key point is that even the little girl from Diewu, who is only as tall as my waist, seems to be in better shape and healthier and longer-lived than me.

I was slightly stimulated and my mentality changed slightly.

Especially when I returned to Chouyadu, I saw Zenitsu chasing little Nezuko around the room in a dark place.

Damn!

Don't attack my Nezuko!

I took two quick steps forward, but before I could step into the room, Nezuko suddenly stopped, turned her small body to my side, and stared at me with her tender pink eyes, as if she had seen something she couldn't understand. Then she slowly tilted her head - I felt like an arrow had been shot in my heart. Then she suddenly ran towards me. This change of direction left Zenitsu empty-handed.

The Nezuko I had been thinking about fell directly into my arms.

Ohhhhh——little Nezuko is so cute!

I was punished, I was punished again!

I immediately picked Nezuko up and let her sit on my arm. She was so small and not very heavy, so even a delicate girl like me could hold her.

Nezuko looked at me with innocent eyes. The bamboo joints in her mouth trembled for a moment, but soon tightened again.

Wait, is Nezuko trying to trick me?

Do I have rare blood too? I have high-dimensional blood. Even the scumbag boss seems to be greedy for me now, so it's reasonable for Nezuko to have feelings for me.

So I stretched out my other hand and touched her soft top of the head.

The hair is fluffy and not greasy at all, as if it has just been washed.

So here comes the question, Nezuko has the mind of a child, so how does she take a bath?

Is it the eldest son Tanjiro? Even if he is my biological brother, it feels a bit strange.

It was fine when you were in the Butterfly House, but how did you solve this problem when you were away from home, or when you were practicing in Samagiri Mountain?

Phew, does this count as discovering the highlight of the matter?

"Ah——!" Zenitsu saw me doing something to Nezuko, and immediately rushed over with a righteous look, but also a bit jealous, and his facial expression began to get out of control, "You, you——you are not allowed to do anything to my lovely Nezuko!"

This reaction, these words, why do they feel so familiar?

Zenitsu was very unhappy with my behavior of holding Nezuko and wished he could take her place.

"Nezuko?" My acting skills are now superb. I pretend I don't know her at all. "She... is a ghost, right?"

I reached out and pinched the rope that fixed the bamboo tube behind Nezuko. With a little force, the rope and the bamboo tube fell down, hitting the ground with a "bang" sound.

"You, don't you know?" Zenitsu looked at me with a strange look, even a little frightened.

I was very confused. Was it because of the series of incidents that made her famous? She shouldn't be known to everyone, right?

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly felt a gust of wind passing in front of my eyes, and before I could react, it was as if everything was over.

I belatedly looked at my empty arms and the empty floor in front of me.

Is this how you are supposed to use Thunder Breathing?

Did Zenitsu really use the Breathing of Thunder to rob people? He bullied me like this, and I didn’t even see his shadow.

Really, wouldn't the scene usually stop for a moment, letting me see Zenitsu holding Nezuko before he leaves?

Zenitsu isn't worried that I'm going to do something to Nezuko, is he? After Feng Ge, is there anyone else in the Demon Slayer Corps who has done anything extreme because Nezuko is a demon?

Does Zenitsu have PTSD?

I looked out the window. Even though it was already dusk and night was about to fall, the sun hadn't completely disappeared. Nezuko probably hadn't overcome her weakness to sunlight yet, had she?

Maybe Zenitsu's speed is fast enough to walk directly from one shadow to another?

I quickly gave up thinking.

After entering the ward, I quickly stuffed the gift box of the skirt that my eldest brother gave me under the bed to prevent anyone from finding it - especially people like Tanjiro and Pig. If they find it, they might think it is my favorite. The latter would be fine, but I am afraid that the former will also buy me a skirt.

Then I really have to dig a tunnel and get in there right then and there.

I sat on the bed, thinking about the "curse" on the lord and the strategy of the trash boss.

It is indeed a bit dangerous to just go ahead with it. Now that the upper ranks are still alive, it would be best to find a way to defeat them one by one.

I’m just afraid that my butterfly won’t be able to go to a good place.

"Sumuyashiki... Muzan..." These two should essentially be the same surname. Since the "curse" caused by the latter will fall on the former, can the healing of the former have an effect on the latter?

This kind of relationship should be two-way, right?

As I was guessing this, I suddenly remembered the last words of the trashy boss last night.

——I'll find you soon.

The moment I thought of this, I felt my body cool down, as if it was responding to my words.

No, you're not going to come here directly, right? If so, wouldn't I have pushed the ending to the middle stage?

Besides, I just couldn’t understand why he could find me. Didn’t I just travel through time?

Could it be that Boss Xia is cheating?

If I could be observed at that time, it was only through the nightmare. After all, although the nightmare had cooled down, my nosebleed splashed onto that piece of waste meat and had a miraculous effect.

So, the trash boss knows me, and I am able to figure things out.

The key is the way to connect to my dreams.

Dream, nightmare.

Unlike Conan's world, this is my own identity, so there is no "cause" before me. Even if it can be traced back in the future, it can only be a supplement deduced from the "consequences".

As expected, I can only look for the reason on the Infinite Train and in the nightmare.

Vampire magic? Because I saw that eye?

No, these illusions should have had very little effect on me when I first entered this world and before I was assimilated at all, so small that it was infinitely close to zero.

The dream I had yesterday was too powerful, it shouldn’t be.

Then think about it, it's nothing more than blood. Can you pin it on me just because of that little bit of nosebleed?

It shouldn't be, because the reason why Boss Xia can locate ghosts, know their thoughts and control them is not because he has mastered the blood information of so many people, but because he has injected his own information into others.

That's right, the key is not in my blood, but in the blood of the scumbag boss.

Or to be more specific, in this case - the blood of the scumbag boss in the nightmare body.

In other words, we can follow the trend and say that in the Infinite Train, some of Nightmare's blood was left on my body!

I stood up in surprise. Because I was badly injured, I didn't have a place to take a shower. But... the dust on my body was gone, and my clothes were changed from head to toe.

This means that someone wiped my body - when I thought of this conclusion, I had the urge to cover my face.

From this perspective, overcoming shame should not be done on the outside, but inside the body!

My heart was shocked and I quickly touched my chest. Is there something?

Eaten or inhaled?

Probably not. I should be able to feel all of these.

Then there is only——

I quickly untied the bow and removed all the bandages on my legs.

The only time I'm most likely to get infected is when I take off my shoes and run along the train line!

It was so dark at the time that I had no idea what I had stepped on. If I had stepped on the remnants of the nightmare, this would have caused the current situation.

When I was attacked by Black Zetsu in Naruto before, I already knew that it would be too difficult to plant the seeds in my body at this time. The blood of that scumbag boss should be hidden in my wounds!

I began to open my wound inch by inch.

I have to say that I didn't feel anything at first, but after the bandage was removed, I saw the horrible wound, the large contusion, and the many bruises. This was the second day after the injury, and it was when the wound looked the most horrible.

I looked at my legs and felt an imaginary pain. Maybe my brain was receiving a signal that I should feel pain.

But I can tell the difference between real and fake. This false pain did not last long, it was just a moment.

But when I look at the wound, what's the difference between this scumbag's blood and mine?

How about I drain some blood from all the wounds and let the scumbag boss bleed out?

It doesn’t seem very safe.

In order to make it easier to clean up later, I sat on the floor and crossed my legs, mainly so that I could see the soles of the feet. If this scumbag's blood had no mobility, then it should be in the soles of the feet.

I saw that the wound on the sole of my foot was very messy. I ran too fast at the time and didn't know how many things I stepped on. I picked off some scabs and used my own ability to cover the wound without giving up.

But these wounds seemed to be unable to sense my strength. Not only could they not heal, they didn't even have the desire to stop bleeding.

Tsk, it turns out that it would be more convenient to soak your legs in wisteria flowers.

There should be no shortage of wisteria flowers here.

As I was thinking this, I heard a shout, "Mr. Qing!"

I heard his voice before I saw him.

I subconsciously raised my head following the voice, and saw Tanjiro standing at the door looking at me in shock, with a look of disapproval on his face.jpg.

When I met such a look, I unexpectedly felt guilty.

He rushed forward, and within a few seconds, I had no time to retract my hands and abilities, and could only watch his hands intervene.

In an instant, the green energy's healing instinct passed through Tanjiro's hands, and all the pain and soreness from today's training disappeared completely.

At the same time, although I didn't feel anything, my physical sensitivity and intolerance to pain caused the muscles and tendons in my hands to twitch.

not good!

I immediately wanted to take it back, but my eldest son was extremely sensitive in this regard and he grabbed my right wrist.

Tanjiro is right-handed, so when he was training, his right hand was injured the most. Correspondingly, when he wanted to reach out to see my wounds just now, he used his right hand, and the part that was healed and transferred was naturally his right hand.

Seeing my hand twitching again in front of his eyes, my heart really sank.

Many things flashed in his eyes: surprise, emotion, confusion, etc., and there were many things that I simply could not understand.

Finally, it all came down to a complex yet determined look, those slightly dark yet bright, contradictory red eyes that locked onto me.

After a few seconds of silence, he frowned, trembled his fingers and said, "The wound you heal will actually be transferred to your body in another way, right?"

Oh no, it's over.