Chapter 244

But no matter what Tamayo's words originally meant, they had a completely different meaning to the third brother's ears.

His own memories were involved, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged. His fingers unconsciously exerted force, and the bluestone floor was pressed into a hole like plasticine.

Yushiro's tense nerves were poked at once. I saw him stand up suddenly and throw himself in front of Tamayo. The vertical pupils in his eyes turned red for a moment, and he completely entered the fighting state of the demon.

I could tell that the third brother was not in a good state. We had just discussed his memory problem, and he was very sensitive now! I quickly put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him and let him calm down. Otherwise, I would not care and would not feel anything, but the other person was different.

"Mr. Yushiro, don't be so alert. Mr. Komaji is not targeting you. Memory is too important to him now, so he reacted like this. And, it's better to say--" I felt that the restless power of the third brother had calmed down, so I let go of his hand and sat back up, "He can have such a reaction now, which is the basis for us to sit here and cooperate peacefully."

Because there is such an irreconcilable conflict between Brother San and Boss Xie, there is talk of cooperation.

Miss Tamayo also stopped Yushiro from being so rude.

Yushiro is the real chef of Tamayo, and whatever Miss Tamayo says is true. So what is their relationship, CP or mother and son?

I didn't waste any time and directly extended my hand in front of Miss Tamayo.

Just like last time, use your ability to carve out a beautiful green spider lily.

I think that although this process is fancy and useless, it is still necessary as a way to show off one's self.

At least I don't need to use any empty words to explain it, I can just show it with reality - facts speak louder than words.

Miss Tamayo looked at the flower that she had been looking for for thousands of years, and suddenly she was filled with emotion. As a ghost, her instinct made it impossible for her to reject this beautiful flower. Under the dim candlelight, her smoky purple eyes seemed to be stained with my color.

"This is the blue spider lily..." She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on the flower.

However, when the power of the ghost came into contact with the blue spider lily, her skin felt like it was burned, and the evil-repelling effect made her feel uncomfortable.

I did not contain the power of the blue spider lily, so the effect is stronger and more obvious.

"You can understand it this way - this is just a part of me. My abilities, blood, flesh, soul, all of these make up the blue spider lily. If you need anything, Ms. Tamayo, please don't hesitate to ask." I turned sideways and looked at my third brother. "First of all, we have to cut off the connection between Mr. Komaji and Muzan Muzan, otherwise I will always feel a little - uneasy."

"Don't worry, Mr. Qing. I will do my best."

Miss Tamayo asked Yushiro to open the big box he brought with him. The things she took out were a mess, between ancient and modern times, and I couldn't understand all of them.

Since she couldn't try it directly on the third brother, she started with blood. She first introduced to me a lot of theoretical knowledge about ghost blood, which was between science and metaphysics.

I tried hard to recall the knowledge in the working cells, and combined with my poor grades in biology and chemistry, I tried my best to keep up with Miss Tamayo's pace.

"After adding my medicine, this part of the separated demon blood will not change color. This is the core part of Muzan Muzan's blood that stays in the demon body for perception and control. Theoretically, unless all of this part of the blood in the body is replaced at once, it can be guaranteed that it will not regenerate, but - it is impossible for me to do so with my technology." Ms. Tamayo collected some of my blood and let me use my ability to try to separate it, trying to find the most efficient way. "If you can separate it directly in the body, I can try to lead this part out of the body and let the sunlight kill this core part."

I didn't quite understand it, but after I immersed myself in it, time passed very quickly.

This kind of thing is not something that can be accomplished once or twice, or overnight. First of all, I have to find out the extent of the impact of my blood and abilities on the ghost blood, so as to determine the starting point and strength, so as to avoid using too much force and directly hurting the third brother.

After all, Yushiro has followed Ms. Tamayo for many years. His professional knowledge is much more solid than mine, so he can naturally help everywhere.

But Third Brother, this martial arts idiot, was lucky enough to be able to read. He had no idea what we were saying and was simply persuaded to retreat, becoming a ruthless blood-sucking machine.

I'll give him a power every once in a while.

The Lord and Huiliya have come here a few times, after all, they are here to deal with the curse of words on a regular basis - is that the same as stuffing food into my mouth?

Flowers not only need sufficient sunlight and water, but also nutrients.

They also thoughtfully sent a black blackout cloth, which was hung up by my third brother to block out the sunlight that would come in during the day.

Ghosts cannot see the sun, but after staying in a dark environment for a long time, I had a very obvious feeling of being blocked, and even having trouble breathing.

So later, I would go outside and sit for a while in the early morning and at dusk.

Ghosts also need some rest. Of course, they can work non-stop, but if they take a break, it will also help the body recover. Of course, it is mainly to accommodate me. My body is not as good as theirs. At the same time, I have to take care of too many things. I always feel that I am not energetic enough.

My third brother and I sat back to back across the door. Because the environment was so quiet, I felt I could hear that complex and irregular heartbeat.

When I sat down, the rhythm of my heart was obviously different from mine, but as I listened, I felt that the two sounds overlapped.

I felt sleepy and leaned against the door. The warm light of the setting sun softly fell on me and I just closed my eyes.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep, I still have to help my third brother with his abilities later, it’s going to be dark soon, and I have to go to work…

Suddenly, I opened my eyes and found myself in a pure white room.

It's not really accurate to call it a room, the whole world seems to be of this one color. In this case, it's hard to tell how big the space is, and if you can't tell the space, then you naturally have no idea of ​​the direction.

I took a few steps forward casually, and I could probably tell that I was dreaming.

This shouldn't be hard to imagine, but I pinched myself hard and didn't feel like waking up at all.

That's normal. When you watched "The Sheriff", did you see Leonardo sober up by pinching himself?

No.

They are all meant to trigger special plot points.

I randomly chose a direction and walked a few steps. The endless road seemed to stretch on without an end. There was no edge to the road ahead or the road back, as if it could stretch endlessly.

Walking like this was not a solution, so I stopped and tried to mobilize the strength in my body, but a certain part of my body seemed to be locked. I touched my hair and it seemed to be short as well. It didn't feel like the hair was grown by the power of the blue spider lily, but rather like my own original short hair.

I touched my face, but without a mirror I couldn't see whether the tattoo on my face had been removed or not.

Probably not. If it disappears, doesn’t that mean it’s time for me to leave?

I simply sat down, determined not to wake up from this dream.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.

Anyone?!

I subconsciously wanted to turn around, but I seemed to be fixed by something and couldn't move.

Wait, this is my dream, right? Why can’t I control my dreams, not only myself, but also myself in the dreams?

I carefully felt the hand on my shoulder. It was not broad, but rather small.

Even - this direction, the feeling of this finger.

It didn't feel like someone had put their hands on my shoulders from behind, but rather like my own right hand was placed on my left shoulder!

Realizing this, my pupils shrank and an inexplicable sense of absurdity swept through my body.

--"green"

--"Snow"

The sound came from far away, and I was startled and opened my eyes. Everything in the dream was like a mirage, leaving a deep impression in my mind when I woke up, but it was quickly shattered.

"Are you okay? You didn't wake up no matter how I called you." The third brother half-knelt in front of me with his back to the sun. I was very close to him, and the golden glow seemed to be shining with the smell of the sun.

Wait, sunshine?!

I sat up suddenly and pushed my third brother back.

Maybe he didn't anticipate my reaction, or maybe he didn't have any defense against me, or maybe I've become stronger? In any case, he was pushed so easily by me that he staggered.

"Komaji, it's still daytime outside, you—"

Before I could finish my words, I heard Ms. Tamayo's reassuring voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Ao. Mr. Komaji was so excited that he left because he couldn't wake you up. But..."

Her eyes sparkled, as if she was more interested in the third brother. "Although I was also surprised at first, perhaps because of your wholehearted care for a long time, the power of the blue spider lily slowly entered Mr. Komaji's body in a relatively gentle way, so he can resist the sunlight for a short period of time - but how long he can resist may require some experiments to determine."

I suddenly came back to my senses, and saw that there was no scratch on his body. I accepted this fact with astonishment. I looked down at my palms. Is there such a method?

However, the ability to repel evil spirits of this ability is not working?

At least from what I see, his strength doesn't seem to have weakened, and there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with his body.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to you just now?" I was the one who was relieved and not him. At this time, he looked very serious.

"It's just that I had a weird dream." I thought about it and was about to say something, but all I could think of was a pure white, empty world with no end.

I frowned, feeling as if something had stabbed me in the head.

Then, what happened?

I put my right hand on my left shoulder, supported the joint of my right arm with my left hand, stood still and thought for a while, but I couldn't remember anything.

His eyes became empty for a moment, as if he was trapped in something.

This feeling of being "trapped" was terrible, and I struggled to get out of it.

Forget it. It’s normal not to be able to remember dreams. It’s not a big deal.

The door of the shrine behind me was broken, completely pushed to the ground and could no longer be used. Fortunately, there was still some blackout cloth left, so I asked Mr. Komaji to help hang it up, and at the same time, I reinforced my strength again.

Miss Tamayo has already set up the tools and is ready to continue her work before the break. The first step has been completed very well, and the help I can provide has gradually become very limited. I don't have much professional knowledge, and I can't always ask Miss Tamayo to give me lessons on the spot, so most of the preliminary work in the experiment is done by her and Yushiro. I am more like an intern, just following her instructions.

However, today's research is destined to not continue.

A pitch-black thing swooped in quickly when the blackout cloth on the door was not covered - and then Mr. Komaji grabbed Fate by the neck and almost strangled it to death.

"Wait, Komaji!" I hurriedly said, stopping him from exerting more force on his hands. "This is the Demon Slayer Corps' messenger, Crow. Let's see if he has any news."

The crow uttered a trembling sound from the bottom of his throat, "Help, help!"

As soon as Mr. Komaji let go of it, it fluttered its wings and landed on my shoulder.

There was an envelope hanging on its legs. I unfolded it and saw that something had happened.

There is not much content in the letter, but it is very important. I took a look at the signature. It was signed and was intended for Mr. Umayashiki. How did it get sent to me?

And...Forge Village——what a familiar name.