Contradictory issues

It was a flickering firelight, flickering through the paper door. After the door was opened, the firelight reflected the pale face, which was a bit scary.

After such a sudden incident, his heart would probably stop beating. But he was no longer a human being, and his heart had already stopped beating.

The young man frowned in displeasure, and then decisively prepared to close the door, but a figure who had been standing at the door for a long time quickly stretched out his hand to block it.

Yuanyi didn't know how long he stood there. The flickering firelight was very noticeable even through the door. Youyilang frowned, not understanding the train of thought of the person in front of him.

They can see without lighting, so what is this guy doing with the lamp?

"If you have something to say, please say it quickly." Youchiro looked Yuanyi up and down, "But I still suggest you go back and think about it carefully. I don't have time to listen to half of what you are saying."

Although the red-haired man still had a blank expression on his face, a hint of seriousness could be seen in his eyes. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he wanted to talk.

But Youichiro just felt annoyed, but in the end he couldn't resist the guy's silent gaze, and the two of them came to the courtyard outside.

The courtyard was paved with stones, and outside the high walls were lush trees. It was night, but even the moonlight rarely shone in.

After thinking for a long time, before Yuichiro's patience ran out, Yuanyi finally spoke.

"You are my brother's descendants. I failed to protect you." The red-haired man said, lowering his eyebrows, feeling very guilty. "Just like I failed to protect my brother at that time. By the time I arrived, it was too late."

The eyes stared at him, the young man who was not good at expressing his emotions, full of guilt and sadness. But Youchiro felt strange, but he did not refute sharply, just "tsk" and listened reluctantly.

I don't know how many generations have passed, and apart from the thin blood relationship, there is no relationship at all. Ichiro thought so and spoke the truth.

The original intention was to make the ghost in front of him no longer feel guilty, but it had the opposite effect.

Yuan let out a light sigh and looked past the swaying shadows of the trees, as if he was lost in some memories.

"My brother died from an attack by a demon. He was a powerful warrior, but there is a gap between humans and demons."

Ghosts can heal, but humans have limited physical strength and can be exhausted to death anyway. Yuichiro showed a suspicious look: "If that's the case, then how did you become a ghost?"

At this point, Yuanyi's eyes dimmed again: "I joined the Demon Slayer Corps, and I feel more and more confused on the road of exterminating demons."

"Some ghosts are evil and have eaten countless people. Some ghosts are very powerful, but they will take the initiative to protect humans. I don't understand whether killing those ghosts who protect humans is the right choice."

Yuan was puzzled by their relieved expressions and calm attitude towards death. But in the end, he met the ghost king.

The ghost king's name is Yao Zai. There is no smell of blood on him. There is a small scar on his forehead and his eyes look compassionate.

The ghost king said that he, like the sun, must be the hope to end everything. But all this was ruined by his mistakes.

In that disaster, nearly half of the members of the Demon Slayer Corps were killed or injured. The sun rose and the bodies piled up on the ground, but after the sun shone, no one knew that many demons disappeared that night.

After that, the sun pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps disappeared, and a powerful "demon" appeared in the dark and gloomy butterfly house.

After hearing this, Yuichiro was silent for a moment, and his expression gradually became puzzled. A human who took it as his mission to kill demons, but in the end he voluntarily became a demon?

"What are you thinking?" the boy asked. "Don't tell me that you chose to become a ghost in order to destroy all ghosts."

No matter how powerful a person is, his life span is limited. Could it be that this guy was bewitched and turned into a ghost?

Bad thoughts popped up one after another, but the ghost in front of him looked like he was thinking exactly that and nodded very seriously.

Yuan Yi thought about it seriously, and then, as if he had been enlightened, a subtle arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I will destroy all the ghosts in the world."

"Aren't you a ghost yourself? It's just an excuse to pursue immortality." Yuichiro looked disdainful. "What a poor excuse."

As an elder or even a predecessor, Yuanyi showed a puzzled expression after hearing the boy's sharp words.

As if unable to bear it any longer, footsteps were heard from the other end of the corridor. The wind blew through the dense forest, and only the tops of the trees swayed.

The moonlight was scattered sparingly, and Ichiro saw a black-haired man walking slowly towards him. His face was just exposed in the sporadic moonlight, and the scar on half of his face suddenly looked hideous and horrible.

The eyes were unfocused, and it was obvious that he couldn't see anything. But the man didn't need any help, and he easily bypassed the obstacle and stood in front of him.

As the King of Ghosts, as the leader of ghosts, Yaoya is a little too friendly.

Ichiro would not blindly trust someone he did not know, but the Demon King Yaoya was different. He was sure at first sight that the latter was definitely not a bad person.

Yaoya had a faint smile on his face. He didn't mind the boy's disobedient attitude: "Next, let me tell you, Yuichiro."

The voice was very soft, but as soon as it opened it was about things that happened hundreds of years ago.

About five hundred years ago, there were no such creatures as ghosts, and the excuses parents used to scare their children were mostly monsters from myths.

Although there were no convenient tools like today, life was peaceful and tranquil. However, natural and man-made disasters are unavoidable. After a two-year drought, when everyone finally welcomed the rain, an epidemic quietly spread.

The patients became visibly weaker, their faces turned pale, their limbs became weak, and they collapsed in bed, unable to eat. Finally, they died in pain and weakness.

Many people are relieved that the disease is not transmitted from person to person. But no one knows whether they or their loved ones will get sick tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

For a moment, people were in panic.

In the city where the epidemic was raging, there was a kind-hearted noble family who treated those in need and sought out famous doctors. This was because his only heir, his only son, was unfortunately stricken with the disease.

After a long search, a famous doctor finally showed up and stopped the spread of the disease.

The first person to recover was the young master of the noble family, and after he recovered, his only son, who had been frail and sickly, also miraculously got better.

So in order to thank the doctor and to thank God for his blessing, the family tried their best to treat other people.

Soon the disease disappeared and most of the people who had been sick recovered. But within half a year, rumors of cannibalism began to spread everywhere.

The ghost had a ferocious face and could eat people, but it was afraid of sunlight and could not move in the daytime. So for a while, every household was afraid to go out after dusk.

It has been five hundred years since that epidemic.

The moonlight was broken by the swaying shadows of the trees. Yaoya raised his hand and stroked the scars at the corners of his eyes and on his face: "This scar that keeps spreading is a curse. It reminds me all the time of the sins my family committed at that time."

Yuichiro finally understood. He thought the story of the ghost was nonsense, and he was even more confused after learning about the scar on Yaoya's face.

"Huh? You just wanted to do good things in the beginning, didn't you?" Yuichiro spread his hands, looking nonchalant. "Besides, most of those who have gained [eternal life] are happy, right? Otherwise, they can just bask in the sun and it will end. Why would they insist on doing this until now?"

Yaoya was stunned at first, then chuckled: "Youyilang is right, but this incident was indeed caused by me."

After blinking, Ichiro turned his head away and stopped talking. In the end, it was just because Yoya was too kind that he put such a heavy task on his shoulders.

People are greedy. If they can gain power and longevity, they will probably feel happier than if they are more troubled. It doesn't matter if you can't bask in the sun or if you have to eat people, as long as you are selfish enough, it's fine.

"So, you guys eat humans too?" Ichiro asked bluntly, "If you survive by eating humans, then you're no different from other ghosts."

"Ichiro." Yuan frowned and called out, explaining, "If you feel hungry, go find Miss Butterfly."

Yaoya didn't feel offended, he just said with some regret: "The doctor felt very guilty at the time, but his illness was difficult to cure, so he only left a prescription. Long-term action will indeed make you feel hungry, but you can replenish it by hibernating."

As he spoke, his eyes became more desolate. "But this sleep may last for several months or even years. However, in the past few hundred years, Kanae and Shinobu have worked hard to research and found some substitutes."

It would be great if we didn't have to eat humans. Ichiro nodded and then his eyes turned.

So now the ghosts are divided into two camps, represented by the Ghost King Yaoya. Although he is a ghost, his mission is to kill ghosts.

According to Yoya's personality, it is understandable that he has so many followers. After all, he is a strong man who can control his desires and ignore the easily obtainable ruling position.

The desire to eat humans cannot be replenished by hibernation alone. It also requires strong willpower to restrain oneself from eating humans.

After a sigh, there was a hint of confusion in those pale blue eyes: "So turning me into a ghost is to achieve your goal?"

Youyilang frowned, feeling a little annoyed for no apparent reason. But looking at Yaoya's face, he couldn't get angry.

Ultimately, it was the blank past that made him feel anxious. He didn't understand why he chose to become a ghost, and even from his current irritability, he could infer that he didn't become a ghost voluntarily.

"You turned people into ghosts just to achieve your goal?" Youlang asked with a frown, "I don't want to become a ghost, nor do I want to be a good person to save others."

"You kid!" an angry voice rang out, "How can you talk like that?!"

Fuzugawa Miyako, who had been watching in the dark for a long time, rushed out directly and wanted to grab the boy's collar and give him a good scolding, but Yaoya raised his hand to stop him.

There were several scars on his face, and his eyebrows were furrowed in anger, making him look a little fierce. Yuichiro met the man's stare without changing his expression: "Is it because you were right that you got angry and embarrassed?"

"you!"

"Shimizu."

The white-haired man stopped with gnashing teeth and complained unconvincedly: "Master Yaoya, why bother with this kid..."

With a smile on his face, Yaoya just shook his head lightly. He seemed to see through all the boy's worries: "I know you are confused, but it is better for you to find the answer you want by yourself."

Yuichiro really didn't mind the change of species, nor did he mind becoming a ghost. It was just that his previous experience made him feel a little disgusted, and he worked hard for others without knowing it.

And it's quite interesting to see Fuzugawa get angry.

But for some reason, after Yaoya finished speaking, he just felt a sour nose and a heaviness in his chest.

He seems...sad?

A strange thought popped up in his mind, and Ichiro widened his eyes slightly, and then he lost his memory after that.

In the eyes of the other ghosts, the boy suddenly sniffed hard, then covered his chest and lowered his head slightly.

Big tears rolled down his eyes. The boy was confused and sad. He apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Master Yaoya."

In the blink of an eye, it was as if he had become a different person. Fuzugawa Shimoya felt it was strange, but he could indeed feel the familiar feeling from the current Tokito.

"What are you doing, Tokito?"

Tokito Muichiro covered his eyes and remained silent for a long time before speaking in a muffled voice: "Is it really wrong to leave my brother with me?"

Yaoya did not answer this question. He raised his hand and gently stroked the boy's head: "Muichiro, you two are the closest people in the world."