Humans and Ghosts

It was a desolate plain that seemed to have no end. In the distance, you could see overgrown weeds and further away, fallen trees.

But everything was pitch black, there was no light or fire around, and even the road beneath my feet could not be seen clearly.

But the sound of the wind blowing through the grass and the chirping of birds in the distance at night were all so clear. My vision was no longer limited, and everything was clearly seen by my eyes.

Standing in this endless plain, feeling the natural phenomena of the slightest movement, Shika Ninja was confused for a moment.

This is not a pure land, just a moonless wilderness. He raised his hand and placed it on his chest. His heart stopped beating and even his skin was stiff and cold.

He touched the long black hair that fell on his chest, the ends of which were a slightly lighter shade of blue. The deer ninja held his cheek in confusion, then staggered away.

There was nothing around, like a wilderness that had not been visited for a long time. But when I turned around, I could see a wooden building in the distance. The building was the only thing nearby, and it was lit with a warm yellow light.

Lu Ren didn't want to go there, and he subconsciously resisted. He had no time to care about the current situation, and just wanted to obey the call in his heart and escape from the building as far as possible.

The running movements became smoother and smoother, the cold wind blew across my cheeks, and the gravel slid across my feet while I ran barefoot, bringing me negligible pain.

The increasingly real feeling calmed Shikanin down a little, and he began to think about where exactly this place was.

It was obvious that he had come here from the Pure Land for some irresistible reason. But for some reason, he was very sure that it was not because of 005.

Although he had completely gotten rid of 005, he was suddenly pulled back from the Pure Land to the real world, which was still a strange world, and he felt irritated.

But in the end, I can only try to guess whether "I" still have unfulfilled wishes.

According to the stories passed down from generation to generation, people who are attached to the present world will wander around the Pure Land. This may be why he could not find the exit of the Pure Land.

Did he return to the real world because he forgot something important?

The pace gradually slowed down, and Shika Ninja turned around. The distance of the building did not seem to have increased, but remained at that neither close nor far distance.

The sky gradually turned white, but I felt more and more anxious.

His light blue pupils were wide open, staring at the distant sky. When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and spread to the land, a sharp pain came with it.

“Ugh, ahhh!”

An uncontrollable cry of pain escaped his lips, the smell of blood spread, and Lu Ninja hunched his back and tried to avoid it consciously.

My eyes felt stinging when I looked directly into the sunlight. They went dark for a short time, then quickly became itchy and regained sight.

The arm exposed to the sun began to decay, and like ashes, the red flesh quickly disappeared and then healed.

Such pain was undoubtedly unbearable. The boy's screams became weaker and weaker, and he curled up and knelt on the ground.

The body is breaking down, and although it heals differently than normal people, the speed of healing is far slower than the speed of destruction.

The deer ninja curled up his body and only managed to get a brief respite thanks to the protection of his clothes.

He realized that the pain seemed to be caused by the sunlight. Half of his face, which was facing away from the sunlight, was already bloody, and his pale blue eyes once again saw the building.

The building seemed to be very close in the blink of an eye, but only a few dozen meters away, it was indeed his last shelter.

The sun can kill people. This situation would have been unthinkable in the past. Shika Ninja forced himself to calm down, and then a hint of red entered his eyes.

The long red hair was flowing, as dazzling as flames. It was an expressionless and slightly pale face, with a dark red flame pattern on the forehead.

From the moment he stepped into the sunlight, the skin on his face and body exposed to the sunlight began to collapse, but the red-haired man walked straight towards him as if he didn't feel any pain.

The red feather robe was taken off, and it was lifted high up by the collar and fell on the motionless boy.

The red-haired man wrapped the boy in a haori and then easily held him in his arms.

"Master Yuan, please hand over Tokito-kun to us." said a gentle female voice.

The red-haired man rolled his eyes, and the festering wound returned to its original state in just a blink of an eye. He did not hand over the person in his arms, but pressed the boy's shoulders and forcefully asked him to stand on his own.

Shi Tou managed to stand up, his nose filled with the smell of blood and a strange smell of ashes. He turned his neck stiffly, his eyes fixed on the man named Yuanyi.

The red-haired man always has an expressionless look on his face, with red flame scars on his pale skin and red earrings with sunwheel patterns on his ears.

"Don't cause trouble for everyone, Muichiro."

Yuanyi's voice was faint, and as he spoke he seemed to remember something and raised his hand to touch the boy's head.

The red haori that was originally draped over her head fell directly to the ground after this movement.

"Muichiro..." Tokito read the name and suddenly frowned in annoyance, "Who are you?"

Shi Tou slapped the hand away and looked around.

The wooden building was very spacious, but there were some strange things about it. The outdoor corridor was wide enough for two people to lie down vertically.

The reason for this design seems to be to prevent sunlight from coming in.

"Master Yuan, this is not a problem for us." Another female voice said, "But this person doesn't seem to be Muichiro-kun. Should we call you... Yuichiro?"

Tokito Ichiro did not deny the name, but he could not think of anything else except this name. He looked towards the source of the voice, and the two women standing there looked similar, and seemed to be sisters.

Kocho Kanae smiled at the boy, then turned around and said, "It's almost time, so I'll trouble Master Xingming now."

As he spoke, a tall man walked out of the darkness. He clasped his hands together and twisted the beads, looking like a monk.

Then, where the wide plain should have been, a stone-paved yard suddenly appeared. Outside the yard were high walls and tall trees scattered around.

No sunlight could get in at all.

Tokito Ichiro stood there in a daze. The sudden change of environment made him realize that this might be the "ability" of the tall man, Beimingyu Gyomei.

They are not human.

His head was becoming more and more dizzy, and Youchiro was kneeling dejectedly. He was brought back from the corridor by Yuanyi.

This building is much larger than what is visible to the naked eye, or rather, the buildings here are changing.

Seeing Yuanyi pursed his lips and looked like he was about to lecture him, Youyilang immediately fell to the ground, covered his ears with his arms, and rolled into the corner.

"I'm going to sleep." The boy said stiffly.

Ichiro tried to close his eyes, but finally found that he couldn't fall asleep at all!

After tossing and turning for a long time, he sat up in frustration, but Yuan Yi was still kneeling upright, which made him even more depressed.

Yuan Yi, who was a little slow to notice the boy's confusion, revealed an expression similar to sudden enlightenment on his face, which was originally expressionless.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the boy's eyes, then said, "Go to sleep."

Ichiro's body stiffened instantly. It was not appropriate to say that he fell asleep. He just lost consciousness due to unknown factors.

It was like a dream, with unclear scenes flashing before his eyes. Just like watching a play, Lu Ninja got a preliminary understanding of this world.

This is an era where humans and ghosts do not coexist. Most people are unaware of the existence of ghosts, but many people die at the hands of ghosts.

Five hundred years ago, there was an organization that opposed demons—the Demon Slayer Corps.

Demons kill people, and people kill demons by using weapons and practicing breathing techniques. The "protagonist" of the story is a boy who accidentally becomes a demon - Tanjiro Kamado.

In order to find a way to turn back into a human, his sister Nezuko Kamado joined the Demon Slayer Corps and became a swordsman, and from then on became a special swordsman with a demon.

At the end of the story, Nezuko Kamado and her friends worked together to turn her brother back into a human and eliminate the existence of ghosts in the world.

Many familiar and unfamiliar faces flashed through his mind. He could even remember the first time he met the boy. But the vague parts, such as how these ghosts died, were just brushed aside.

Yes, he is a ghost in this world, including those he has met several times before and who are very kind to him are also "ghosts".

Ghosts have no body temperature or heartbeat, and are no different from the dead. They have a strong appetite for humans and cannibalism enhances their abilities.

Their limbs are agile and their five senses are more sensitive than animals. However, they are very afraid of sunlight, wisteria flowers, and the Sun Blade made of special materials.

Among the demons, there are advanced beings with special abilities and blood demon arts. These demons are called the Twelve Demon Moons, but there are often vacancies in the twelve positions.

Ichiro opened his eyes with full consciousness, took a deep breath, and then felt a pair of hands gently caressing his cheeks and forehead.

The hand was cold, but the movements were gentle. There was no light in the room, but ghosts did not need firelight to see.

The black-haired young man in sight had half of his face hideous and covered with scars, but the curve at the corner of his mouth was gentle, and his voice was very gentle and delicate.

"Is it the ability to predict the future, Ichiro?" The black-haired young man stroked the boy's hair patiently, "A boy who brings hope? I am really looking forward to it."

Those eyes were white and unfocused, as if they couldn't see anything. But when I looked directly into those eyes, I felt as if my inner thoughts were being seen through.

I didn't feel offended, but instead felt surprisingly calm.

This is the leader of the ghosts, the Ghost King, Yaoya.

After this reminder, Ichiro also understood that this was not because he had the script in his hands, but because his blood demon art was predictive.

The trouble is, the more this predictive ability is related to oneself, the less accurate the prediction will be.

As if seeing through his doubts, Yaoya chuckled and said, "Just let it go, Yuichiro."

Yuichiro rubbed his eyes, feeling a little sour. Whether it was his first impression or his sixth sense, he didn't think the person in front of him was the ghost king who did all kinds of evil and led the ghosts to commit countless sins.

The paper door was pushed back, and outside were countless paper barrier doors, like a complicated maze. The gentle-looking woman half lowered her head and said, "It's time, Master Yaoya."