Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 286 Maternity House

Lin Guang's wish was not fulfilled after all.

But he probably wouldn't have the chance to know. After all, the boy had closed his eyes before the sun rose, and no matter how he called him, he had no intention of opening his eyes. He just sat quietly in the box, like a lifeless doll.

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It was rare for a boy to be so quiet.

Xing Ming lifted the box that was barely hanging on his arm slightly, and with a few gentle touches, he could feel some weight when he weighed it. It was different from an empty box.

If it weren't for such subtle differences, Xing Ming would probably have found it difficult to realize what he was carrying. It was too light. The box was light, and the boy was even lighter. Even the sound was so faint that it was difficult to capture. The breathing was almost non-existent, not to mention the heartbeat. It was such a thin and bland presence that it was unbelievable.

"Is he awake?"

Shinobu's voice came from behind him, a hint of worry in it.

"No, I don't think so yet. It's just been so quiet, so I'll just have to check a little bit."

The petite girl's steps were light and quick, striving to catch up with his. After the sound, she even quickened her pace, chasing him from behind to beside him. He paused for a moment, and the wooden box was gently touched. She must be checking the lock on the box. The click indicated that the lock was still quietly in its original position, and the lock inside had probably not been touched either.

"It's okay, he hasn't woken up yet. He probably won't wake up until he's taken there. I haven't sent him any medicine lately."

After confirming once again that everything was correct, Ren stepped back with a sigh of relief. Xingming understood the hint and continued to move forward.

In fact, everyone should have gone together, but such a fast run was bumpy after all, so they finally chose to hand the box to Xing Ming, who walked more steadily and faster, and let Shinobi, who knew the effect of the medicine best, be in charge of supervision.

Wuyilang originally wanted to fight for a position in the guard team, but under the persuasion of Shinobu and the reminder of Xingming, he had to give up that opportunity and follow the main force ahead. After all, there were people who could wait, but there were more important people who might not be able to wait.

"Is the drug research going smoothly?"

The topic came up a little suddenly, but neither the person asking the question nor the person preparing the answer seemed surprised.

“It has already been developed.”

"It's really amazing."

"We have to thank Muzan too. If he hadn't been so foolish as to actually send Rinko over here, things would probably have been a lot more troublesome. The concentration of Muzan's blood in Rinko is the highest we've ever encountered, far exceeding those of the previous Upper Ranks. It really helped a lot..."

The voice was filled with laughter, but there was no trace of laughter in it. One could only detect the deep hatred contained in it. Then it stopped abruptly. Xing Ming did not deliberately look or ask, but just waited silently.

"Rinkou doesn't have much of his own blood left..."

Today it is today.

Xingming felt that he still could not truly empathize with Kyojuro, and it was difficult for him to stand on the same side with Shinobu or Muichiro.

This wasn't even related to his distrust of children. Yes, long ago, he had truly trusted them and tried hard to protect them, but he was ultimately betrayed and imprisoned. And so, in his heart, all that remained was a sense of helplessness and indifference, a sense of seeing everything clearly. Children are like this, born this way. In the face of danger, they lose their minds, yearn for survival, panic, make mistakes, and lead to accidents. Perhaps there were other emotions mixed in with these emotions, but he no longer had the heart to delve into them.

But the appearance of Tanjiro gave him new hope and allowed him to regain the light that had been deliberately buried. The boy resolutely joined the Demon Slayer Corps with his sister who had become a demon, and the girl who had become a demon but was still willing to sacrifice herself to protect humans. The brother and sister fought with all their might and ultimately won trust and recognition one after another with such efforts.

This is something they take for granted, and although it is incredible, it is true.

But this is different, Rinko is different, he is a child, but not a child, he looks like a child, is mentally retarded, a ghost.

This is undeniable.

No matter how Muichiro or Kyojuro defend him, no matter how they explain his 'goodness', it will not change the reality that a ghost that has hurt people will always be just a ghost, and everything the boy is doing now does not prove that he is trustworthy.

He never really tried to do anything, to save anything or protect anything. He just did whatever he wanted to do like a mischievous child.

This is different.

"This proves that the demon named Rinkou is indeed very important to Muzan Kibutsuji."

Xing Ming spoke like this.

"You still don't believe in Rinko?"

It's an affirmative tone.

There was no answer, silence itself was a positive answer.

Trust, where does the trust come from? How can ghosts and humans talk about trust? And what should he believe in Rinko? Believe that the boy will not hurt or eat people again, or believe that his coming here is really just an opportunity given by God, or believe that Rinko can be the key for them to kill Muzan?

"Since he is such an important existence, Muzan cannot be abandoned so easily. Whether he feels useless or has a grudge against him, for a ghost, eating him is the more appropriate choice. Banishing him is meaningless, and abandoning him is even more so."

There are too many unanswered doubts that cannot be explained, and they will only exist forever. Even if they are temporarily put aside because of other things, they will eventually remain there like a thorn, and will once again touch your nerves every time you think of them.

"What does Mr. Beimingyu mean?"

No offense, no anger, Ren is always so tolerant towards others, even if his words are not gentle.

Gyomei can actually understand Shinobu and Kyojuro's feelings, and can understand Muichiro's attitude. They have known each other since childhood, and have had contact later. It can even be said that there is some favor between them, so he is tolerant of acquaintances. In addition, with the case of Nezuko in front of him, this emotion also becomes understandable, because they are human beings, and humans have precious emotions that demons have abandoned.

But Xingming disagreed. He understood, but he did not agree with such emotions.

After all, what is the so-called trust? Lingguang has never done anything to gain the so-called trust, nor has he ever tried to pay anything to maintain such a precious emotion. In Xingming's view, this child is almost willfully squandering their feelings for him.

Using the so-called excuse of "liking".

"I don't deny that Lin Guang's existence did provide us with some help and convenience, but merits and demerits cannot be offset. The sins he committed cannot be erased... And I believe even more firmly that even if he didn't appear here, you would still be able to make that medicine, and they would still work hard. What will allow us to defeat the demons is not the appearance of a demon, but the unwavering faith that humans possess."

Xing Ming gave this conclusion, this time using voice and words.

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Lin Guang hasn't had a dream in a long time.

Dreams are created based on memories. What you think, feel, and imagine are observed by your eyes and captured by your ears, and are eventually locked into your brain. The emotions, thoughts, and everything that arise from them eventually collide chaotically at night, after losing the protection of your thoughts, and eventually create a dream.

The reason why he didn't dream before was because Lin Guang hadn't had a full night's sleep for a long time.

The reason why he stopped dreaming later was probably because Lin Guang could no longer remember anything.

He didn't know what the lost memories were related to, why he started to forget, when he started to forget, and what was the first thing he forgot. He couldn't get the answers to these questions on his own. The lost memories were like a mouse appearing before his eyes. When you realize it, there must be more that you haven't noticed.

When Lin Guang realized that he was beginning to forget, he no longer knew what he had forgotten. He could still persuade himself to remember what was in front of him. In short, he should grab whatever he could first.

If he didn't persuade himself in this way, he wouldn't be able to move forward. He would just stand there, waiting for the footsteps of oblivion to catch up with him and swallow him into the swamp of time. He didn't know whether his lost treasure existed at the bottom of the quagmire. He couldn't gamble, so he could only run, letting the elusive wind carry away the remaining memories that he couldn't hold tightly in his hands.

And now, he was dreaming for the first time in a long time, but it seemed that it could not be called a dream. Sporadic fragments appeared again and again, some of which he was familiar with, and some not, some made his heart beat, and some made his back cold. Emotions were like a waterfall crashing down from the sky, hammering his body, but heavier than the running water, hitting him so hard that he could not get up, could not stop it, could not change it, and could only watch scenes flash before his eyes.

Until I woke up.

"you're awake."

Before the rapid breathing, the pounding heart, the panic and helplessness that took over the mind and body, the man's voice was the first thing to be noticed.

How to describe this sound, how to describe the feeling at this moment.

It was like being released from a raging fire into a clear spring, like being sheltered by the shade of trees under the scorching sun. If righteousness and courage were like a pool of water, then this voice was like a gentle breeze.

Even the eardrums are itchy.

All the chaos brought by the dream was dispelled before it even had time to appear.

"It's called Rinko, right?"

Lin Guang turned and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Your breathing is heavy."

The sound came from a man lying on the ground, covered with a quilt and a pillow. The first thing he noticed was the bandage wrapped around his wrist, and not only on his wrist, but also on his face. A woman was sitting next to the man, staring at him. Her eyes seemed to have magic, and he could not perceive anything when he looked at them.

"Did you dream about something?"

The breathing gradually calmed down during the words, along with the excited heartbeat, but when everything returned to calm, only nothingness remained.

"I do not remember."

Lin Guang replied a beat late.

"Who are you."

He spoke even more slowly.

"Ubuya Shiki Yoshiya."

The man replied.