…

All the pillars looked at the two people hugging each other, and they all looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

——The miko who was rumored to have lived for hundreds of years... cried...

——In other words...the Lord Shangquan in front of me...

——He is really the god enshrined in Mount Sagi!

"...It feels so unreal..." Jiichiro Inagaki smiled bitterly and scratched his head. He looked at the old clothes on Shang Quanna's body and looked at his colleagues beside him.

Kazama Chengya was half-kneeling, his head lowered, his pupils trembling slightly, and his palms sweating from shock and excitement.

But there was also a trace of regret in his heart for his previous impulse, and he secretly punched the ground with his fist.

Purgatory Jinjuro is holding his bone knife, his bright orange pupils are full of confidence, he looks forward with a smile as if "it's true".

"It's unbelievable..." Shuiwu Yuebai lowered his head and looked straight at the ground, his pupils and arms trembling with excitement.

but…

If it is really the legendary god who almost completely killed the Ghost King...then...

Killing that Kibutsuji who deserves death... is just around the corner!

"Hope! This is hope!"

The hope of mankind!

He raised his head suddenly, suppressing the excitement in his eyes, and looked excitedly at Jiichiro Inagaki and Injima Iwami next to him.

Obviously, Iwami Yanjima also recognized this reality in an instant. He clasped his hands together and the rosary beads in his hands trembled slightly, but he quickly stabilized his emotions.

"Amitabha."

…

aside.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…The bottles are almost running out…”

"...Hurry! I'll take you to see..." Tears were streaming from the corners of Ganluji Sakuracake's eyes, her nose was twitching, she picked up Shang Quanna and was about to walk out of the house.

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped.

"...By the way, we have to wait until night."

Kanroji Sakuramoko wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the sleeves of her large shrine maiden robe. Her nose was sore from crying, and she slowly stabilized her mood.

But he still hugged Shang Quannai and refused to let go, and tears slowly flowed down silently.

Shang Quannai lowered his head and looked at Ganluji Sakuracake who had her head buried in his chest. He rubbed Ganluji Sakuracake's head skillfully and wiped the tears on her face:

"What are you going to see?"

"…Mao."

Kanroji Sakurabake raised her head, the pink in her pupils was slowly fading, and there was a little anxiety hidden in her serious expression:

"Kamamon Shigeru."

"Mao is still alive."

She blinked her eyes, feeling that the grievances in her heart had improved a lot after venting them just now.

"…but."

Kanroji Sakuramochi's eyes fluctuated slightly, and in her mind came the dark red back of Haori who had lost her will and looked like a walking zombie.

"...can't be considered...alive anymore."

When she said this, Ganluji Sakura's expression dropped obviously. She turned her head and looked to the side unbearably.

"...I have to wait until evening...to see him."

"...That's it." After hearing Ganlu Temple's words, Shang Quanna felt a blockage in his heart, and he clenched his hands unconsciously.

"Tell me about it." Shang Quannai lowered his eyes, gently released his hands, and whispered.

"Eh? What?" Kanroji Sakuracake looked at Shang Quan Nai who slowly retreated and sat back on the roof. She sat next to Shang Quan Nai and asked doubtfully.

"In the past six hundred years...how have you been doing?"

…

…

after a while.

In the courtyard.

The pillars have left, and Ubuyashiki Sukeyo and Tatsuki have also returned to their rooms.

"That's it. He is kind enough to enjoy his old age in peace."

Shang Quannai looked at the dusk above the courtyard and sighed in a calm tone.

"That's right, he retired to the second line after the last battle."

"During the time I was in Amao, this yellow hair was very moisturized!"

"...Although, he did not insist on letting his descendants join the Demon Slayer Corps, he just gave them the choice."

"There are still players with my wife's last name on the team!"

"It turns out that what he said about being struck by lightning is true. All his descendants have black hair, and none of them are yellow..."

"...By the way! That guy Murata is the one who has lived the longest..."

"Also, Tanzi also spent his life happily under Mao's protection..."

Kanroji Sakuracake clasped her fingers and talked endlessly, her eyes full of memories and longing for the past.

Just as she talked, tears slowly blurred her eyes. She choked and tightly grasped the hem of the miko's uniform with her hands.

Snap, snap.

Tears dripped on the hem of clothes.

"…Why."

Her voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of her throat.

"…what to do…"

Kanroji Sakurabake raised her head, she looked at Shang Quannai, tears flashed in her eyes, and the dusk light fell on her face:

"...This feeling...I obviously...don't want to feel it anymore..."

flutter!

She hugged Shang Quannai beside her and sobbed softly.

Shang Quanna's face was heavy. He gently patted the back of Ganlu Temple Sakura Cake and slowly closed his eyes:

"Feel sorry…"

"These years...you have suffered."

The courtyard gradually became calm.

Only the faint sound of sobbing kept echoing.

…

Finally, night falls.

the other side.

On the street.

The lights were brightly lit, and a girl wearing a purple kimono was walking slowly along the side of the street.

Ta, da, da…

The clogs knocked loudly on the stone streets.

At this time.

"etc…"

A sturdy figure suddenly stopped in front of the girl. He was holding a ceramic wine bottle and his body was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The man's face turned red from drinking. He lowered his head slightly, looked at the girl he had stopped, and said drunkenly:

"Hey... little girl."

"How come I'm alone..."

Before the man finished speaking, the girl rolled up her sleeves, her nails lightly scratched her fingertips, and a few drops of bright red blood turned into gas and floated in the air.

[Blood-inducing·Visual dreamy fragrance]

The man's nose twitched, and then he froze on the spot, looking around him in horror.
To be continued...