Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 141: Breaking up and leaving

Yuhu is not the type who would easily give up his desire for revenge, but the good news is that Lin Guang's jokes are always just right and not so accurate as to be intolerable. It is somewhat undignified for Yuhu to argue with a child, so he accepted some of Lin Guang's malicious jokes and gave him a way out.

But unfortunately, there are always some stupid guys who don’t know how to walk down the stairs, but insist on turning around to look at him and kick him.

"You know I'm actually older than you, right?"

At that time, Lin Guang raised his head from bottom to top, and his damn face was always innocent, but if you look closely, you will notice that his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his tone was very serious. He was not joking, not chatting, but seriously emphasizing, as if his Yuhu brain was missing a thread like that brat.

"But that doesn't affect the fact that you, kid, are undoubtedly only eight years old, no matter your height, voice, appearance, or behavior, or even your underdeveloped little head."

Lin Guang did not feel ashamed of his teasing, nor did he look angry. He just shrugged his shoulders, as if he accepted the unfriendly comment calmly, even if it was completely true.

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"So, this pot won't disappear even if it hits the sun, right?"

Lin Guang only realized this question the next day after receiving the pot. The answer was yes. After all, it was made by Yu Hu himself, not a product of blood demon magic. It would crack after being bumped, and it might even break if used with more force. But even if placed in the sun, it would only shine with beautiful colors.

"So what am I supposed to do with it."

Lin Guang sat by the pot, crossed his legs, touched his chin, his face serious. He was thinking seriously, but it was obvious that he had no direction and would not get any results.

"Whatever you want, you can sleep in it, put some food in it, or use it to store thin blood like Douma-sama did. Even if you want to stuff your messy little things in it, it doesn't matter."

Yuhu didn't care much about this aspect. After all, the last pot he gave to Douma was inserted into a woman's head, which was obviously not the job of the pot, but it didn't matter.

As for Lin Guang, he obviously wouldn't have that kind of aesthetic taste or interest. Yu Hu just hoped that he wouldn't put anything weird in it, but if he really did, he would have no choice but to sulk in private. After all, this was a gift, not something to be kept temporarily.

"That's a gift, not some mess."

Surprisingly, Lin Guang accepted his suggestion, although he chose the second best option.

"Can you pretend?"

Lin Guang gestured with the pot and shook the small pot on his wrist. The pot did not feel very heavy on his wrist, so he had no idea what was in the pot and how much was in it.

"Just put it in. At worst, I can add a blood vampire spell to the pot later, and then you can put as much as you want in. It's also a good thing that you don't have to carry the small one with you, lest you run into those weird ghost hunters with sharper noses than dogs and get targeted again."

Yuhu's reminder was not without reason. Lin Guang knew who he was talking about. He did not respond, but just sat on the ground and started to grab the small pot and pour things out like beans. Just like his confused memory, there were indeed a lot of messy and strange things in the small pot.

He had some impressions of them.

For example, the small wooden sculpture of Rui that was brought back from Tanjiro. The appearance of the boy in his hand was somewhat different from the vague one in his memory. Time is the most terrible thing in the world. Rui's departure was not long ago, but for Rinkou, his mind has begun to forget those stories that he once could not forget.

For example, the exquisite plectrum, its appearance is exactly a one-to-one replica of Mingnu's style, but it is obviously smaller. The plectrum requires qualified materials, and bones are a good option. The raw material of his plectrum comes from the bones of Zeng Aote. How can it not be considered as inheritance from another angle when one of the pair of drumsticks becomes a plectrum?

For example, the small sculpture that Akaza asked him to keep temporarily, the lifelike little figure was well preserved in the pot and still looked exquisite, although Rinko felt that he could definitely make a better-looking one now.

For example, he deliberately kept a fragment of the Nichirin Sword that belonged to an unknown Wind Pillar. Because it had experienced an adventure in Douma's body and was then hastily put away and no one remembered it anymore, there were even some blood stains on it that had not been cleaned up.

For example, the exquisite little package with the butterfly pattern on it instantly awakened long-lost memories. To be honest, he hadn't seen the surviving lady from the Butterfly family for a long time, and he didn't know whether she was still alive.

Some people have an impression of it, of course, but some people don’t.

In fact, this accounts for the larger part.

For example, when an unknown object fell to the ground and was wrapped in layers of cloth, before Lin Guang gradually opened it to confirm what it was, he heard Yu Hu's scream first.

"Why do you still put that disgusting stuff in the pot!"

Lin Guang's hand movements stopped for a moment, and after a brief thought, he remembered what was inside and barely remembered the origin of this thing. After tying a somewhat special knot on the wrapping cloth, Lin Guang placed it on the side he recognized.

The things that were recognizable were accidental. Lin Guang poured out more things that he couldn't recognize, and the jade pot couldn't recognize them even more. There were dried fruits, cleaned pine cones, blocks of wood of unknown material cut into the right size for carving, and bottles filled with unknown liquids.

There were a lot of odds and ends. Actually, what Yu Hu said was not entirely wrong. He did have a lot of messy things. Some of the things in this pile had his traces. He knew that he had carved them, but he could not remember why or who they were for. He put those things aside. There were also some things that he had no idea where they came from or where they were going. They were piled together with the former.

The jade pots are indeed impressive, and the passage of time has left almost no trace on these well-placed objects.

However, unlike these still intact objects, the memories that were once associated with them in Lin Guang's mind have been completely eroded and decayed by the long years, and even the signposts have been weathered into powder.

The roughly carved wooden hairpins and the delicately carved flowers, those pieces of wood probably originally had their own identities, but they belonged to the past Rinko. The current Rinko no longer knows why they exist here.

"What the hell is this?"

Yu Hu was indifferent at first, but was attracted by the unexpected incident later. Now he was curious and looked through the hill-like "garbage dump". The crisp sound of glass knocking against each other attracted the attention of both of them.

The 'culprit' was 'brought to justice'. It was a glass bottle, and judging by its shape and style, it looked more like the ones Wuzan would use for his experiments. The sealed bottle contained some unknown liquid. Yu Hu opened it curiously and smelled a sweet fragrance, but the liquid in the bottle had nothing to do with flesh and blood, so he didn't want to take the risk.

"what is this?"

Lin Guang reached out to take the bottle and sniffed it like Yu Hu. The bitter taste was intertwined with sweetness. He had smelled such a smell before. The butterfly sisters had this bitter smell on their bodies, but he had never smelled this sweet smell.

"It smells delicious, but it doesn't look like something edible."

Yuhu's words made Lingguang pause what he was about to say. He shook the bottle and smelled it again. There was nothing wrong with his nose.

So he shook his head.

"I don't know. I don't remember it, but I think it was something dangerous."

Having said that, Rinkou placed it in the pile where he could recognize it.

"You're still here even though it's dangerous?"

Yuhu was clearly unhappy with his classification, but Rinkou just shrugged.

"You never know when you might need it. If you think it's dangerous, just don't drink it."

The good news is that after that, they didn't find anything that looked wrong. The pile of things that Lin Guang didn't recognize were mostly raw materials. They were probably originally intended for something, but Lin Guang couldn't use them now and couldn't remember what they were.

"So, just burn that pile of stuff? It's just enough to use as a fire starter to boil two pots."

"Ah."

Lin Guang nodded, and finally pulled out the only two good swords left in there and put them in the pile he wanted to keep.

"You like this thing so much?"

Yuhu often does not fully agree with Rinko's aesthetic taste, but that is just a difference in aesthetic concepts and is harmless. However, as for Rinko's liking for the Nichirin sword, he thinks it is a problem of basic education and survival concepts, and he expresses strong disapproval.

"Yeah. I like it. I can use it for practice. It's also very pretty."

Yuhu didn't understand and didn't agree, but in the end, he put on a sullen face and used the remaining things as fire starters.

"So, we were supposed to be here to get used to each other, but we ended up wasting two days doing nothing."

Lin Guang looked at the gradually burning flames and said calmly.

"This, this is of course part of the adjustment process. The truth is, if we can't agree on aesthetics and ideas, how can we work together harmoniously? It doesn't make sense to think about it, so we need to get to know each other first..."

Yu Hu's words were not without confidence, but he soon regained his confidence while talking to himself.

And Rinko had been listening to his nonsense since the second sentence, just supporting his chin and looking at the burning flames. The flames reflected in his eyes reminded him of Makijuro and Kyojuro. The separation from the past actually awakened more memories of the past. He thought of the flames, his old friends, and death.

But Lin Guang didn't want to think about that anymore. He stood up and opened his mouth.

"You're right, so let's go find two people to kill."

Nothing makes it easier to forget the past than returning to reality.

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[Tips: I am finally about to write the Yuguo chapter, and I am also going to start making drastic changes (rolling up my sleeves). In fact, the original idea was that Xiao Linguang had no sense of existence, just an ordinary daily water article, living his life like a weekly diary, plain and simple, but seeing things that humans cannot see from the perspective of a ghost.

But how can I put it... Just like a character made of words can grow flesh and blood under the nourishment of brush and ink, his image gradually matures, his personality becomes more distinct, and from an apathetic, indifferent outsider, he gradually becomes a member of the community. He has his own joys and sorrows, his own path, and makes his own choices. And when he takes his first step, the neighing of wild horses echoes through the night, that is his cheer as he rushes towards freedom.