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In the endless darkness.

I couldn't see my five fingers, and waves of wet and cold air stuck to my body in the dark space, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

The sticky shadows have volume and are hanging heavy on the body, making it difficult to move forward.

At this time.

A faint sound kept coming, and it became clearer every time.

“…Takehara…”

A figure with a red flame hair color but couldn't see clearly was flashing in the distance.

The figure ignored the heavy shadow and walked straight over.

"…Don't sleep anymore! It's very dangerous!"

“…Wake up, Takehara…”

Finally, he stood in front of him and shouted:

“…Boy Takehara!”

In the field of vision, a fire suddenly appeared.

“!!”

Takehara, who was lying on the top of the giant blood vessel tree, suddenly woke up. He straightened his back and sat up.

He took a breath and shook his head in a daze, his face a little surprised.

What was the one just now?

Takehara covered his temples with his hands. He sat on the treetops, looking at the blood vessel tree with a dull look.

...Someone is calling my name.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the red eggs piled up in Infinity City.

Some of the remaining impressions in the dream just now were surging.

——Who is that person?

Just as Takehara was pondering for a moment, Wusan's voice resounded in his mind:

"What’s wrong with you?"

Wusan controls the control of his other half of his body. With the two of them agreeing, he can control his body at any time.

He raised his eyebrows, his tone changed, and his cold voice seemed a little malicious:

"What's wrong with your face... Is there something wrong?"

"It doesn't matter if you tell me."

Wu San's long-silent mentality gradually became active. If something went wrong with Takehara at this time, then would it mean?

——He has the opportunity to regain control of all his blood.

Takehara's thoughts were interrupted. He snatched control of his body with a gloomy face and whispered:

“…Idiot, don’t bother me.”

"...you!" Wu Chou was speechless, and Takehara's tone became more and more arrogant recently.

Frowning, Takehara wanted to continue thinking.

But he suddenly realized that after Wusan interrupted, most of the memories in his dream had been forgotten.

I can't remember anything important.

He tutted his mouth with some dissatisfaction.

I began to vent my anger towards Wusan:

"Do you really think that if there is something wrong with me, you can control this body?"

Takehara chuckled disdainfully:

"It's awesome."

Put your hand on your chest and suddenly pulled open the heavy red scarf that covered your chest, revealing the blood-colored glass ball that was slowly rotating inside:

"It's gone... the other half of the blood here will be good for you."

Takehara's tone was very bad. He even deliberately grinned and said word by word:

"maybe."

"Will die, oh."

Takehara discovered that his disgust for Wusan has become increasingly serious recently, and it arises from the bottom of his heart, with no reason.

It was obvious that Wusan did not do anything that could make him disgusted to this level, but at this moment, Takehara, as long as Wusan spoke, he felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.

In addition to the memories I have, I have only been in this Infinite City from the very beginning.

Other external memories are all conceived through fragments inherited from Wusan.

Takehara already had some doubts about whether he was.

——What have you forgotten.

"..." Wu Cang listened to Takehara's words and was silent for a long time.

Death...

...

...

Narrow and misty mountain.

Town at the foot of the mountain.

"God bless..."

Shang Quanna was hiding among the crowd down the mountain, and his slow pace was particularly prominent compared to the people who were rushing around him.

"Sir Shangquan! Are you here to see it because of the morning?" The residents of the town who passed by looked curiously and asked Shangquanna.

Shang Quanna pondered, and he nodded slightly.

A person next to him instantly felt that he had received great affirmation:

"Sure enough, I just said that thing was a bad thing..."

Although no one knew that Naozuna was a god worshipped in the shrine, because he had been in contact with the doctor's hall and the ghost killing team for a long time, the residents also remembered Naozuna's appearance.

Over time, the residents of Naoji Mountain also had an identity understanding of Shang Quanna:

An adult who has a great say in the Demon Slayer Team.

Not long ago, a certain priest’s name for Shang Quanna was leaked, and the title “Shang Quan Lord” was slowly spreading.

Amid the noise of the crowd, Shang Quanna secretly walked away from the crowd and walked around the path to the back door of the doctor's hall.

Just as he was about to open the door and walk into the doctor's hall, Shang Quanna, who was keen to hear a conversation.

Shang Quanna was slightly stunned.

Then he leaned his ear gently on the back door panel of the doctor's hall.

It is a conversation between Zhu Shi and the doctor from the doctor's hall.

The doctor's tone was impulsive, as if something serious had happened.

"Miss Zhushi..." His voice fluctuated a little, and his tone was filled with disbelief: "Are you really going to do that?"

"...Really, I'll die..." The doctor's voice became more and more low, and the tail sound was trembling.

"Yes."

It was Zhu Shi's voice, and her emotions were not so fluctuating, and she even seemed very calm compared to the doctor.

Dada.

The sound of footsteps came, and Naozuna used the transparent world to observe.

Zhu Shi turned around with her back to the doctor. She lowered her eyes and placed her hands overlapping in front of her, her expression was very calm and firm:

"It's better to say that I made this plan from the beginning."

She raised her head and the moonlight shone through the thin window paper on Zhu Shi's shoulders:

"From...I'm going to be a ghost... no, from the moment I cannibalize."

"I've been holding on to this decision for hundreds of years."

Zhu Shi said out the plan he had prepared for a long time as if he was talking about something irrelevant:

"I will..."
To be continued...