Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 39 Dream

"It's better to come out and have fun - being locked up with Ji Nu and the others is really not fun at all!"

This was Kong Xi's voice. It wasn't in my ears, but in my head.

The drawn-out ending tone reveals the man's impatience, and the gradually rising pitch is a bit harsh.

"Do you usually hear these sounds?"

The boy's hand touched the head, and Hantengou, curled up in his other hand, knew what he was talking about. Although it was difficult to understand, Rinkou seemed to be able to hear the voices of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and they were the voices in his heart.

"I don't keep track of what they're thinking."

Bantian Gou nodded and shook his head.

"They will come out to protect me when I'm in danger, but whatever they want to do in other days has nothing to do with me."

Reasonable. If there were four people chattering endlessly in his head, Lin Guang would also want to completely isolate them from his mind, if he could do it.

The moon was approaching the horizon, and daylight was about to arrive. Bantian Gou, having already dealt with the trouble and filled his stomach, recalled his clone. The little old man transformed back into an old man, and the two of them walked towards a nearby vacant house, intending to spend the day there.

Lin Guang didn't even have time to take another look at what the house looked like. He closed his eyes and fell asleep the moment he entered the house.

Bantian Gou, who was a step slower, looked at the boy lying straight on the ground, thought for a while, and then slowly dragged him into the house.

"I'm not trying to help you. I'm trying to help myself. If you get burned to death by the sun, I'll be in trouble. If you get hurt, adults will crush my head... You have to take care of yourself."

The old man kept complaining as he threw the boy, who was lighter than expected, onto the bed in the room, and then he found a corner to curl up and hide.

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Lin Guang likes to dream, but he doesn't like nightmares. The material of nightmares comes from thrilling memories and non-existent nothingness.

The former can still be dealt with.

For example, the oppressive feeling when Muzan pierced his eyes, or the repressed feeling when Douma kept pestering him.

But after all, everything was truly experienced. After going through that thrilling part, there were more beautiful memories worth remembering. Even Douma at least had the experience of visiting Kakuro as a filler.

The latter is difficult.

How could he resist something that didn't exist? He couldn't even figure out why such a scene appeared in his dream.

Lin Guang occasionally dreams of a person with a blurry face. The person is very tall and big. The voice is blown away by the wind so that he can't hear a word clearly, but he can roughly judge that it should be a man.

He would dream of being picked up, dropped, and thrown somewhere. Such dreams were not good.

His palms were always sticky and damp, and even supporting himself on the ground would cause him to slip and fall again; his vision was blurry most of the time, and he couldn't open his eyes or focus; his ears were always buzzing, as if he had received Kong Xi's roar head-on.

His body was very weak, terribly weak. He could not sit, stand or walk straight. He would fall down after stumbling because of his trembling legs and the force behind him. Who was making things difficult for him?

But Lin Guang couldn't see that blurry face clearly.

Ghosts have strong self-healing abilities, so such injuries are nothing to Lin Guang. But the strange thing is that in such a dream, his injuries can never heal. Even his stomach, which rarely feels hungry, keeps growling, his lungs itch from the inside out, his throat is always stinging, every muscle and every bone in his body is groaning, and every time he moves, he seems to hear a silent but deafening cry for help.

Someone come and save me.

Such a sound spread from the bottom of his heart, running through every blood vessel of his body. When his roar was about to burst out of his throat, blood foam blocked the only exit.

So in the end, all that could actually come out of his mouth was the blood that sprayed onto the ground during his violent coughing.

This was undoubtedly a nightmare. Endless pain, a body that couldn't heal itself, and an insatiable hunger. He couldn't even break the perpetrator's neck. He had nothing, and even his own life was about to be lost.

"Rinko."

Such dreams are usually interrupted by a steady, clear male voice.

When he lay in that small world covered by darkness, when the snow buried his body, blocked out the sound, and wanted to bury him as well.

Someone called his name.

"Rinko. Your name."

Yes. His name.

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Lin Guang was woken by the noise of Coke, which was unreasonable. But he had been experiencing enough unreasonable things recently, and this one was no exception.

"I've only heard from the old man that little Douding sleeps all day, but I never thought you would be impossible to wake up at all."

In Lin Guang's eyes, Kele's face, tilting his head and forcing a smile, was reflected. It was really a reflection. Because Kele was holding his ankles, and he was completely suspended in the air, his head facing down, his arms hanging down, motionless, like a dying fish.

"Logically, I wouldn't wake up even if you cut me into three pieces."

But now he was indeed awake, but it didn't seem right to say that he was awake, because this was not the world outside of dreams. He had mistakenly entered this territory while asleep.

"Can anyone come in here?"

Lin Guang did not resist and was left hanging in confusion.

"How is that possible! This is our territory, and it's just us. Even Zang Botian can't come in casually-"

Kong Xi took him away from Kele's hands. Wherever those sharp claws grabbed, his fragile body would feel a sting. It didn't feel like being hugged by someone, but like lying on the back of a hedgehog. It was uncomfortable in every way.

But it’s not intolerable.

"So how did he get in?"

The parties involved could not give an answer to this.

"If you're here, where's your body?"

Lin Guang raised his head and thought for a moment.

"Half-day dog led me to a place where we shouldn't be exposed to the sun during the day. As for the rest, I don't know. If we encounter ghost hunters, you will probably be the first to be woken up."

"You really have a big heart. If your head is chopped off, we will all be taught a lesson."

The cola hit him on the head so hard that his entire head was knocked down.

Yes, he is not afraid of death.

Demons slay undead demons, so even after being hacked to pieces by Kokushibo and devoured by Muzan, leaving only his head and a body he couldn't perceive, Rinkou didn't feel he was nearing death. It was only on that last occasion that he saw a vision of the past. The book says it's a revolving lantern, appearing when a person faces death. Finding hope for life within the revolving lantern allows one to escape death.

Lin Guang found nothing in those memories, but he still didn't die.

Later on, he wasn't afraid of death anymore. Actually, he wasn't afraid before either. It was just because living was more interesting, and Muzan wanted him to live, so he always dodged the blade that came close to his neck.

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"Am I going to die?"

When the boy asked this question, there was only surprise on Wuzan's face, his eyebrows raised, and his head tilted, which showed confusion.

"You won't die unless you're exposed to the sun or have your neck cut off by a ghost hunter."

Muzan gave the boy an answer.

Yes, for the boy, there were only two things to avoid: the sun and the blade. A demon with strong willpower and strength might be able to break through the boundaries and overcome the weakness of the neck, but he felt that Rinkou did not meet either of these criteria.

"Then if I stay away from the sun and ghost hunters from now on, will I not die?"

The boy held his head high, his eyes staring straight at him.

"Correct."

Wuzan even found it a little funny.

"Then I will live. I won't be burned by the sun or have my neck cut off. Because you want me to live."

His tone was so firm, as was his eyes, that Muzan was actually amused this time.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes, a large palm gradually approached, finally landing on the top of the head, stroking the short black hair. The hand was not warm, but it was strong, ruffling the short hair, and it was not gentle at all.

"Then live well, Rinko."

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