Chapter 163
In Asakusa, Tokyo, somewhere in a wealthy residential area.
A handsome man said goodbye to his wife and daughter gently at the door and then left.
As the territory where Tokugawa Ieyasu established the shogunate, it became the place where the emperor moved after the abolition of the shogunate system. Kyoto can be said to have become the most prosperous city in Japan with the emperor's migration.
This also led to the fact that when "electricity" became popular in Japan, this place became mainstream. At the same time, people living here could see the bright night view of Tokyo every time they went out shopping at night.
The slightly curly black-haired man with a smile on his face slowly relaxed after turning his back to the hostess, leaving only hostility and coldness. His red pupils also gradually turned into the vertical pupils of a beast at this time.
As he turned the corner and walked into a dark alleyway that was out of reach of the orange streetlights overhead, a traditional Japanese sliding door appeared at his feet.
The sliding door opened automatically, and the next moment, the man fell straight down.
Standing on the wooden floor, the leather shoes under his feet made a depressing sound as the man walked.
As he walked forward step by step, the sliding doors in front of him that were originally closed automatically opened to both sides. As the first sliding door opened, it was like a signal, and all the sliding doors after it opened automatically one after another.
After the man walked through the rooms separated by sliding doors, he stood in a corridor.
The vertical pupils that had turned blood red turned slightly downwards, and what came into view were countless traditional Japanese houses and corridors. They were either upright or upside down, high and low, chaotic and complicated. People who didn't know the situation here would probably think they had entered a Japanese version of Alice in Wonderland.
Oh no, this name is not appropriate anymore. It should be called Alice in a Ghost Town.
The black-haired man looked at the twelve people standing on the flat ground below. His gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake.
The twelve people below faced the man's gaze. Some of them seemed unaware of the pressure from the man's aura, and still had smiles on their faces. Some of them seemed oblivious, lowering their eyes and emptying their minds, or they were trembling, kneeling on the ground with their heads down, their faces covered with sweat from nervousness.
"As the twelve strongest men under my command, I don't know if your strength has declined in recent years, or if you're all just trash. You've been hunted down, pinned down, and forced to death by those disgusting, bug-like Demon Slayers..." The man's words were met with a wave of malice, his crimson pupils glaring coldly at each of them. "What I need are capable subordinates, not a bunch of useless people."
"Hmm? Are you complaining in your mind?"
Suddenly, the man's gaze, which was scattered among the twelve people, was focused on one person.
The man being stared at had his muscles tensed, and the sweat on his face dripped even faster as he lowered his head.
His pupils widened, his eyes full of fear. Facing the pressure from the man, he looked up with a pale face, trying to explain: "No, I, I, I didn't, I absolutely don't mean to complain at all, I am very sorry to you, sir."
However, before he could continue his words of loyalty, the man's body swelled up as if air was being pumped in from the inside. As his face showed more and more pain and struggle, he exploded with a bang, and bright red blood splattered, making a mess of the place where the remaining eleven people were standing.
Looking at the place where the man exploded, there was no trace of the man there. All that was left was a bright red, wriggling mass of flesh made up of pieces of flesh. The other end of the mass of flesh extended to the back of the man standing above the eleven people.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp." The man's handsome face gradually grew fierce and irritable as he spoke. "Do you think I won't understand just because you think about it? You stupid, useless people, why should I waste my time listening to your explanations and my blood making you stronger?"
Bang bang!!
Two more people's bodies exploded before they even had time to react.
"Still want to escape?" the man said in a gloomy tone, "You are all ghosts created from my blood. As long as my blood is in your bodies, where can you run to?"
"Die, die, die, all of you die."
"You guys." After dealing with three lower-rank demons in one go, the black-haired man, Muzan Kibutsuji, finally felt a little better. His scarlet vertical pupils swept over the remaining nine demons, and finally his gaze fell on a man whose body was mostly huddled inside a ceramic pot with exquisite patterns, with only the upper half exposed. "Yuhu, go check on the Demon Slayer Corps pillars for me. Why has their strength increased so rapidly in recent times?" His red vertical pupils narrowed. "They must have obtained something. Find it and bring it back... If you can't bring it back, then just destroy it."
"Absolutely, we can't let them have it." Muzan Kibutsuji said almost gritting his teeth. In a trance, he felt the pain in his body again.
That was a very unpleasant memory permanently left in his body's cells, a memory of facing death and almost dying.
From the Warring States Period, the man named Tsugumi Yuichi left behind...
"Yes, sir."
Knowing that if he didn't give in to the other party at this time, he would be the one who suffered in the end, Yu Hu, who was called, lowered his head and responded.
By the way, he began to think about where to catch a pillar, and then after getting useful information from the other party, he would decide what kind of work of art he would make the body of the pillar into.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Muzan Kibutsuji began to drive people away.
"Mingnu." He coldly spat out a person's name.
The next moment, as the strings of a zither were plucked, a sliding door appeared under the feet of the remaining nine ghosts. The sliding door opened and the nine ghosts fell down. From then on, only the man was left in the entire space.
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Momoyama.
With Kiyomi, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, and Okurigara staying with her, she didn't feel lonely even though the children at home had gone out to train with Kuwajima Jigoro.
He even felt that although Qingxi and his family were only three, one less than the four children in his family, they were even more noisy than those four.
This makes his house very lively every day.
The reason is simple: there are too many furry children at home.
The people specifically mentioned here are: Tsurumaru Kuninaga, Jiro and Taro.
...Two birds and a cat together will definitely make some noise.
After reading the letter sent back by Xuan Ya, Kuwajima Jigoro used a lot of patience to press the red marks on his forehead back into place.
Me! My wife! Kind! Easy!
You stinky boy!!!
How many days have we been out training together? Why are the three of Yangtai adapting so well that they even wrote a letter to themselves, uh, a "Thoughts on Killing Ghosts," but you can't?
Why is it that when I read the letters written by Yangtai and the others, I didn’t see any intention of wanting to come back, but you did?
Are you a spinning top? Do you need someone to whip you to start spinning?
When Qingxi came back from the peach forest carrying a bamboo basket, he saw from a distance the old face of Jigoro Kuwajima, which was drooping because of his bad mood.
She paused, torn between pretending not to see and seeing, and when the other person's eyes fell on her, she decisively chose the latter.
She greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Kuwajima, did Zenitsu and the others send another letter back?"
Sorry, Zenitsu, I'll use you to make Mr. Kuwashima's anger even more intense.
"How about it? How many ghosts have they killed during this period?" she asked.
"Two." Kuwajima Jigoro snorted, his expression disdainful. "Four against two would still break a few ribs, but they're still far behind."
"Really?" Qingxi's gaze stayed on his beard which was still twitching after he finished speaking.
Don’t think she didn’t see it. You were smiling just now, old man.
"This time, it's rare that Zenitsu has the courage to use the Nichirin Sword to chop a demon." He added.
But the look on your face after you read the letter just now told me otherwise. You must really dislike Zenitsu.
Qingxi complained silently in his heart, but said: "I see. However, if he can kill the demon, then Zenitsu should be a little braver now."
Jigoro Kuwajima opened his mouth, but as he had never lied to anyone in his life, he really didn't have the nerve to say that Zenitsu had become bolder.
Thinking of the traces of water on the letter he had just received that were wet by something and then dried up, he knew with his toes that Zenitsu was crying while writing about his desire to come back.
Jigoro Kuwajima felt a little aggrieved, but when he saw the teasing in the girl's eyes, he knew that this girl knew everything clearly, but just wanted to see him having fun.
The old man immediately felt itchy and wanted to beat someone up.
But the girl is not a fighter, so I'll just be a little gentler.
Qingxi, sensing the crisis, smiled and carefully retreated. After putting some distance between himself and the other party, he turned around and ran away.
However, she forgot that there had been a heavy rain outside the house last night, and the muddy path on the mountain had become slippery. Her straw sandals slipped, and the next moment she fell forward with a scream.
Kuwashima Jigoro didn't expect that since there was no one around to bother Qingxi, she could still stir up some trouble on her own. So, while he was stunned for a moment, she had already slipped and her clothes were mixed with the mud on the ground. Some of the peach gum she collected from the peach forest this morning was spilled on the ground, and finally, a lot of mud spots splashed on her face.
"Ah, bah, bah, bah."
Hearing the sound of the girl vomiting, Jigoro Kuwajima walked over and took the basket from her hand, then picked her up with his free hand.
The old man is old and not very tall, but he mentions Qingxi with ease.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Qingxi stared down at the dirt and said with tears in her eyes, "Ah, my peach gum, I was thinking of making a big pot of peach gum and white fungus milk jelly this afternoon and having Jiro send it to everyone to eat QAQ"
Kuwajima Jigoro was silent for a moment. "Didn't you say you can't eat too much of this stuff every day, and it's best not to eat it overnight? Isn't the remaining half basket enough for you?"
"That's for others, I can save it." Qingxi said.
Check out the gourmet backpack. With that cheating artifact in there, don't even think about the food stored there going bad unless the ingredients are taken out from there.
But immediately, Qing Xiren realized that Mr. Kuwashima didn't know about this.
...However, she felt that the other party probably knew about it.
After all, during the time she lived in Momoyama, she had asked Jiro to bring the high-end food she cooked to the Pillar's house many times. After coming back, she would cook for Jiro, herself, Taro, and finally everyone else. Moreover, the deliciousness of some high-end ingredients would not be affected by the fact that she had cut them beyond recognition. She believed that as long as the other party did not have a problem with his taste, he should have known the problem on her side long ago.
However, even though she knew it, the longer she lived, the less likely the other party would ask if she didn't tell them.
Kuwajima Jigoro let go of her hand with a look of disgust and urged, "Anyway, go take a shower first. I've put the peach gum in the kitchen for you."
Qingxi, who was already covered in mud, was not going to bother herself. However, before she was about to clean herself up, she did not forget to ask the other party: "In this case, Mr. Kuwashima, could you please ask Tsurumaru to pick some peach gum for me after he comes back from picking peaches?"
Kuwajima Jigoro was speechless, "Are you so short of that thing?"
"Eat less of that stuff for detoxification and beauty. If I'm going to ask Jiro to drop it off, I'll naturally prepare more. Putting aside other things, there are many female medical staff at the Butterfly House. Am I really going to just send Sister Kanae, Sister Shinobu, and Kanakura?
We are all sisters, so if there is something delicious, everyone should have a share."
Kuwajima Jigoro: "...Then you really are good at finding things to do."
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