Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 163 Nightfall

Nine out of ten times when life is unsatisfactory.

This is what Lin Guang read in a book a while ago.

It makes a lot of sense, so much so that it is also applicable to ghosts.

So when the window was opened, the moonlight filtering in but blocked by shadows, and he met the intruder's eyes, he felt almost no surprise.

Bad things happened all the time, he was used to it.

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"Are you going out tonight?"

Lin Guang leaned against the window and tilted his head to look at Daki, who nodded slightly and was taking off her heavy coat.

"I heard that Lixia hasn't been acting right lately. Let's go check it out. That woman has a very pretty face. It would be a shame if something happened to her."

From Warabihime to Dakimie, it only took a blink of an eye. When he raised his leg and stepped onto the window frame, the oiran turned into an evil spirit, and Dakimie waved at him.

"Are you really not coming with me, Rinko-chan?"

There was a brief silence, and finally a negative answer.

"No, I'm not interested in Lixia, nor in women."

Rinkou breathed a sigh of relief, his emotion was not very obvious, but Daki could at least see that the boy was in a bad mood. The reason was most likely that guy named Zenko, but it didn't matter. Zenko had been captured by her anyway. After a while, Rinkou would forget about this matter, and he would be happy again.

"Well, if I see anything interesting, I'll bring it back to you."

The wind was howling, and the person who spoke disappeared from sight.

Daki's departure made the whole room quiet. The lights were turned off, and the candles were extinguished by the wind before she left. The room was silent, and the only light in the darkness came from the moon outside the window.

Lin Guang turned around and pressed his arms against the window frame, sharing his own weight. Looking down, there were people coming and going on the street, nothing new. Looking up, it was night, the last warmth of the setting sun had dissipated in the wind, the moon hung high in the dark sky, and a few clouds on the horizon were slowly drifting in a fixed direction.

It was a clear night, with no rain or wind, and the moonlight was so bright that it almost blocked out the stars.

All is well. A very good evening.

Lingguang looked at the bright moon for a long time, and finally sighed deeply. The window was closed and the room was dark.

It is said to be dark, but it is only for humans. The eyes of ghosts can also capture the faintest light, and then see everything in the house clearly.

Lin Guang was lying on the ground, just lying there quietly. In the relatively dim room, there was nothing to do. His attention was scattered in every corner of the room, so time seemed to become very long. In the silent environment, Lin Guang could hear his own heartbeat, beating again and again, maintaining a steady frequency, a heart that had been beating for hundreds of years.

He closed his eyes, and the purest darkness descended. This time, there was only black in front of his eyes. The darkness brought a deeper tranquility. All the subtle sounds were amplified, and the heartbeat became clearer from faint. It was like a lullaby that belonged only to him, making his restless heart and complicated thoughts become peaceful little by little in the steady rhythm.

It had been a long time since he had stayed so quietly in one place, doing nothing. He had always been like this, and the passage of time had changed a lot, yet it seemed he hadn't changed at all. But the reality was that time could indeed change everything. Even though his appearance and voice remained the same as they had been at the beginning, the inner being beneath his skin had quietly changed, like dust piling up bit by bit, like water spreading bit by bit, until it eventually formed a mountain and water a deep abyss.

Are boring days unbearable? It doesn’t seem to be necessarily the case. But since we are alive and since we have eternal life, then doing something more interesting to make ourselves happy doesn’t sound bad.

His thoughts gradually sank in the silence, and his scattered thoughts made Lin Guang almost return to the state he was in many years ago. He felt like taking a nap.

"Wow—"

The wooden windows scraped against the baseboards, not harshly or noisily, but hard to ignore.

A little moonlight leaked in through the open window, lighting up the world. The shadow on the ground revealed the outline of a human figure. Then, looking up, the visitor who opened the window was squatting on the window frame.

Their eyes met, and only silence remained in the room.

"Where is the oiran Warabihime?"

"She said she had something to do, so she left first."

It's a weird situation, but even weirder is the conversation.

"You are......"

"Rin. I'm studying with the oiran Warabihime."

"Rin... Got it. Stay here and don't run around."

"Ok."

The man looked at him, as if trying to see some hidden truth in his eyes.

But unfortunately, he was destined to gain nothing. Without the disguise to be removed and the problems to be hidden, whether it was the voice spoken or the makeup on his face, he was destined not to see the truth.

To be honest, the Demon Slayers are always easy to identify.

Because of their attire, and the swords on their waists or backs, but for Rinko, they were a little easier to identify, just like the man in front of him, with the moon behind him, and he himself was shining in the moonlight, not as good as the upper moons that Rinko had seen, but better than most humans or demons he had seen.

So who is stronger between Kyojuro and him?

Lin Guang didn't know, because he had almost forgotten what Kyojuro looked like. He only vaguely remembered a palm warmer than a bonfire and a voice louder than a wind chime.

He didn't even know why he suddenly thought of Kyojuro when he saw this person. Maybe it was because the man in front of him was also a pillar?

His gaze traveled from his face to the blades on his back, where he saw the unique twin swords hanging from chains, tucked behind his back.

The window closed in front of him, and Lin Guang escaped.

Maybe the man still had some doubts about him, but Daki was definitely a more worthy person to pay attention to than a little girl lying on the ground.

Tonight is destined to be uneventful.

This is Lin Guang's guess.

In fact, everything was just as he thought.

Who is the man, what is he doing, why is he here, there are so many questions. Lin Guang stood up, took off his heavy and gorgeous clothes and threw them on the ground, and the thin shirt fell back on his shoulders. The closed window was opened again, and then closed from the outside.

He jumped lightly onto the roof. The sound came from far away, like the sound of a knife hitting something hard, which sounded a bit harsh.

Did Dakimide and Tanjiro start fighting?

Tanjiro, a wild boar, a yellow-haired boy, oh, the last one has been captured, it doesn't look like they can beat Dakimaki...

But if we add another column.

There is a chance, but it's only possible to defeat Daki.

Defeating Daki is not the end of the battle. On the contrary, when Jifutaro is awakened, the battle against the Upper Moons really begins.

Do you want to go and have a look?

Lin Guang squatted on the roof and looked towards the place in the distance where the flashes of swords and sabers were constantly flashing.

Or should we take care of that pillar?

He turned his head and looked in the other direction.

Making a choice is always difficult. Lingguang poured a coin out of the pot, tossed it up, and then caught it.

The coin was held in his palm, and as long as he opened his palm, the choice would be determined by fate. He used to do this often.

With his fingers still together, tightly gripping the coin in his palm, he looked up.

"Anyway, Zhu will come here on his own."

The direction of the coin was never revealed.