Chapter 272

Inowozuo was very excited as he looked at the blue red spider lily whose face was so clear in the distance. Compared with him, it seemed as if its figure was swaying in the wind and could be defeated with one punch, but it walked towards him with firm steps.

At this moment, Yiwozuo actually felt a strange urge to retreat.

From a weak person to a strong person.

As he got closer, the sound of the blue spider lily never stopped. To this person, it made no difference whether it was a human or a ghost. It was simply directed at that adult.

From the information revealed in his words, Akaza was able to analyze them logically - Komaji, Koisetsu, and Keizo.

These names were obviously unfamiliar, but when they sounded in his ears, they were so familiar that they made him want to cry, and he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

Step by step, the distance between the man and the ghost kept shrinking, until it broke through the social safety distance and reached a situation where their noses were almost touching.

The pair of cyan eyes were dull, and Yiwozuo could clearly see the water vapor condensing in his eye sockets. His eyes were so empty that it seemed as if there was no light at all, and he looked at him without blinking.

This person must know him and be very familiar with him.

For no reason, Yiwozuo's fingers moved slightly, and he almost couldn't help but go up to help him wipe away the tears that were about to fall.

"You...what's your name?"

The blue red spider lily in front of him did not answer him directly, but just said that its name was like a passing cloud.

This time it was Qing, what was it last time?

But if he really could not care, then why was he so emotionally shaken when he heard those words?

"Mr. Komaji."

——Mr. Komaji…

The sounds of the present and the sounds of the past intertwined together, the boy's clear voice and the girl's soft voice intertwined together. It seemed as if his brain, which had been completely destroyed, had a hole that had never been repaired, and it was connected to his heart and could not be filled no matter what.

All along, Yiwozuo had been filling it with ever-stronger beliefs and deceiving himself, but finally one day a tiny hole was punctured.

The inflated filling material simply collapsed along with this tiny hole, followed by an uncontrollable larger cavity.

It seems like no matter what I do, there is no way to fill the void.

Yiwozuo grabbed Qing's shoulders, veins bulging on the back of his hands, but his fingers couldn't press down hard, and all his emotions were vented on himself.

"Koiyuki... Koiyuki--" When he uttered the name, Inoza felt as if a warm current had been injected into his heart, as if the emptiness was covered with a layer of cloth that could protect him from the wind and frost.

It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be that Lian Xue was shielding him from something. It should be that -

He was shielding Koiyuki for something.

With his brows tightly furrowed, Yiwozuo lowered his head——

Those scattered images, like broken glass fragments, pierced his brain like needles, and his selfish instinct made him want to escape madly.

——Don’t think about it. The ghost blood in the body began to churn, covering something from the brain.

The tattoos on his body were burning hot, as if trying to warn someone.

At this moment, Qing grabbed his face and lifted it up forcefully - could a human being have such great strength? This made Inoueza feel as if he was unable to resist.

"The one that Master Qingzang got rid of, as a sinner, have you come back?"

Those eyes were like swords, piercing straight into his spirit.

As a sinner, he...

Is he a sinner?

No, he is a ghost - a ghost!

Might is justice itself. Words like sin and sinner have nothing to do with him, because he is the one who writes the rules...

But why, why did he feel so palpitated. He even stopped breathing for a moment.

The figure in front of me seemed to be projected on the water surface, and suddenly ripples appeared, taking on a different appearance.

White Taoist uniform——two words can be vaguely seen written on the back.

Vegetarian - Vegetarian what?

The man turned around to look at him and stretched out his hand. His weather-beaten knuckles were full of stories, and his stubbled mouth opened and closed.

——"Komaji, I have dealt with you as a criminal, it's okay!"

Yiwozuo waved away Qing's hand, took a few steps back, and distanced himself from Qing.

"Komaji - no, I'm Akaza, I'm -"

I can't trust him. Blue Bana and he shouldn't be on the same side. This guy came from the Demon Slayer Corps and was destined to be their food.

Not even human.

In the end, he had to be killed.

Just thinking of this, he felt as if his neck was strangled by some force - perhaps sensing the drastic change in his spirit, the ghost blood in his body suddenly became agitated, and the voice of the Ghost King seemed to be right next to his ears.

——Yiwozuo, don’t let me down.

——Become stronger.

——Then it came in handy for me.

——I will never allow betrayal, Yiwozuo!

Those bright red vertical pupils were engraved in his mind, as if they were staring at him all the time.

Two different memories are intertwined - people, ghosts, and murderous ghosts. Looking back on the past, it stirs in the brain like broken glass, turning everything into blood.

Yiwozuo covered his head and fell to the ground.

Should I be loyal to Master Wuyun, or to someone else?

Among these options, there are countless possibilities, but none of them are true to his own ideas.

The Ghost King's curse and Yiwozuo's resistance collided with each other; more than a decade of memories and hundreds of years of memories became irreconcilable opposing forces.

The memories of his fragile human life kept crashing into the Ghost King's curse and control lines, with no intention of retreating.

A cyan light flowed out from another person's hand, gently caressing Yiwozuo's head along the pink hair, like another person's warm hand.

A third party suddenly intervened with spiritual power, and the originally opposing forces were mixed together, as if the memory that was clear for a moment was suddenly thrown into pieces.

There was only one scene in which a girl was sitting on the lawn under the blooming fireworks, looking back at him with a shy smile.

——"Mr. Komaji."

In her hand was a very beautiful cup, into the clear water in the cup someone had put a purple liquid that exuded the scent of death.

No, no!

Inoza's pupils contracted, and he wanted to rush forward to stop something. Then he floated up and down as if he had jumped into the sea. The picture in front of him was washed away, and ink dripped from the "sea surface" and sank in front of him to form a new picture - a mat woven with dry straw, on which lay the girl with her eyes closed. She was wearing the same pink kimono as before, but the collar of this kimono was stained with the same liquid as that in the cup just now.

——I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

——I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most.

——I'm sorry, I should have protected you.

"I'm sorry, Lian Xue - it's all my fault, it's me -" In the confusion, he had no idea what he was remembering and could only apologize over and over again.

Please forgive him for everything he has done.

Akaza buried his head in his pink kimono, not even daring to look up at the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to pierce through him.

This time, Qing did not force him to raise his head. Instead, he stroked his fluffy hair and said softly, "It's time for you to come back, Mr. Komaji."

——It’s time for you to go home, Komaji.

—Go and sweep your father’s grave and tell him about your marriage.

No, he couldn't leave. If he left -

——How pitiful! Both the father and the daughter...

——As expected, evil people will bring misfortune to others.

"I, I can't go - I can't leave. I can't go."

Everything you hold in your hands will disappear.

The timeline in his memory seemed to have been cut and reshaped. At this moment, he was even unable to distinguish the present time.

The green power, as fresh as morning dew, constantly sorted out the knots in his mind.

"Someone is waiting for you to come back. It's not too late. But if you don't come back, you'll have to repeat the same mistake all over again."

Repeat the same mistake?

He immediately thought of a figure who was thrown to the ground by Lord Wuwu, with half of his body covered in blood. That lifeless look subtly overlapped with the ink painting.

The feeling of difficulty breathing swept over him again.

No, he couldn't let that happen again.

No matter what, he could never let that happen again.

Even if, even if it means betraying Master Wuwu, even if I have to leave my current identity as a ghost and face death——

We must never let such a painful thing happen again!

Akaza's eyes became clear, and the personality named Komaji emerged from the mire of demon blood. His confused memory made him unable to distinguish what the "painful thing" was, but the thought remained.

Staying in the Infinite City is just waiting for death to come.

Komaji gathered himself together and quickly calmed down.

He would never let Qing die, and would never let the same mistake happen again.

This belief helped him to quickly sort out his thoughts - he was definitely not the one who could protect Qing.

He had fought a bloody battle in which they exchanged positions, and Kokushibo's strength was several times greater than his, not to mention the one above him.

The only one who can save Ao is the Demon Slayer Corps.

Even though they were unable to kill Munetoshi... Munetoshi, the Demon Slayer Corps has never revealed the location of their headquarters in all these years, so they are quite good at hiding.

Nothing else matters, as long as Qing is able to die peacefully.

he……

Komaji didn't think any further as it was already completely dark. The commotion he had just made was too loud and this act of "betrayal" had directly broken through Muzan Muzan's curse.

Even if you are immersed in the experiment and don't notice it for a while, this situation will definitely not last long.

Once discovered, the consequences are self-evident.

Get out of here.

Leave the Infinite City controlled by Muzan Kibutsuji Murei.

And you have to escape from the range of Muzan Muzan's perception as quickly as possible, avoid places where the power of the jade pot can reach, avoid places where ghosts exist, and leave using an absolutely covert route.

He couldn't find the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, but if it was just the Wisteria House, or the members of the Demon Slayer Corps...

These three hundred years in Komaji were not spent in vain.

Those forgotten things will be picked up again one day.

Can't rely on others.

“Some things only have real meaning when you pick them up again.”

He will get it back.