Ubuyashiki Yōya's words made Xuanhao suddenly realize that he seemed to have made something wrong.

Maybe he shouldn't always think about what is the best thing to do, but should ask Nezuko herself what she thinks.

If you think about it carefully, Nezuko and Eri are different.

Eri was born with a defective thinking and needed someone to guide her; Nezuko was different. She had been a kind and sensible child since she was a child, and she should have her own opinions. Because Nezuko had remained silent since she became a ghost, which made Xuanhao unintentional

This was ignored.

Ubuyashiki Yōya is right, the future of mankind has never been determined by others.

Regarding Nezuko's future, he may be able to help from the side, but in the end it is Nezuko himself who decides where to go in the future.

After Ubuyashiki said everything, he came to the door accompanied by Xuanhao.

"Is this...a hint from your heart?"

Xuanhao asked with some uncertainty Ubuyashiki Yoshiya who was still smiling softly next to him.

He had seen many methods similar to hypnosis when he was at Kassel College, but almost all the people at Kassel College used the spirit of speech as an aid to achieve the desired effect.

However, the head of Ubuyashiki in front of him did not have the ability to communicate with others. Xuanhao was very sure that he was just an ordinary person. If he had to say that there was anything special about him, it would probably only be his outstanding leadership skills, insight and affinity.

"Instead of saying it as a hint... wouldn't it be more appropriate to say 'guidance'?"

Uyashiki Yōya smiled and explained, "I just want to remind this child what to do. Although I don't know how effective it will be, it should still be of some help, right?"

"Well, thank you."

Xuanhao sincerely thanked Ubuyashiki Yoshiya.

He didn't know whether this kind of 'guidance' was effective for Nezuko, but it did remind him of his cognitive errors.

"Sir, your words are strong."

Ubuyashiki Yoshiya was a little flattered, "I'm just doing what I can. After all, my frail body can't do much. It would be great if I could be of any help."

"So, I do need your help with something."

Xuanhao suddenly remembered that he might need Ubuya Shiki Yōya's help regarding the problem of Zhu Shi.

"Oh?" Ubuyashiki Yoshiya was a little confused, "Sir, please make it clear that if I can help, I will do my best."

"Do you know a ghost named Zhu Shi?" Xuan Hao asked.

"Jade World?"

Ubuyashiki Yōya was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. It seemed like there was indeed such a special ghost.

"You know, according to the records of our clan, we did have secret communications with Miss Zhu Shi hundreds of years ago, but since you, Mr. Xuanhao, fell asleep, we have rarely contacted her."

"Then do you know where she is now?" Xuan Hao asked again.

Ubuyashiki Yoya slowly shook his head, "I don't know, but...if sir wants to find her, I can help."

"Can you find it?"

"There's no guarantee, but it should be possible." Ubuyashiki answered seriously.

Xuan Hao suddenly frowned when he heard this, "We are also looking for a ghost. From what you say, finding Zhu Shi seems to be easier than finding Wu Kuan?"

"About this issue..." Ubuya Shiki Yoshiya sighed, "This is also an issue that bothers me. No matter how much Miss Tamashi hides, there will always be clues, but Muzan seems to have disappeared out of thin air. He seems to have used

What method has been used to erase all traces of oneself..."

"But as long as it is a living creature, it is impossible not to leave traces in this world unless it is completely inactive."

Xuan Hao thought for a while and retorted, "If you really just use some means to erase your own traces, it will be impossible not to leave flaws after a long time."

"But what if he has evolved to fully integrate into the human community?"

The expression on Uyashiki's face became a little gloomy, "I can't think of any way to make a ghost leave no trace of its existence, but it would be different if it blended into humans... Muzan is a special existence.

Maybe other ghosts can't suppress their bloodthirsty impulses when facing humans, but he is different, so he is fully capable of blending into the crowd and living like an ordinary person."

"Then he really lived a leisurely life..."

After hearing Uyashiki Yoshiya's judgment, Xuanhao's face became a little gloomy.

As the saying goes, the great hermit lives in the city, but this is generally used for outsiders. As for Onibatsuji Mukai? Is he worthy? In short, no one will believe that this guy has washed his hands in a golden basin and no longer eats people. He only wants to think about ordinary people.

life, right?

For thousands of years, countless people have been working hard to find the ghost Wu Tsuji, even at the cost of their lives. However, this rightful owner has easily disguised himself as a human and lived a leisurely life. Just thinking about it can make ghosts

The swordsmen in the killing team had high blood pressure.

"So we are thinking about eliminating this guy all the time..." A rare dangerous smile appeared on Uyashiki Yōya's face.

"Don't worry, I think so too." Xuan Hao nodded in agreement.

"That's great."

Ubuyashiki Yōya smiled and said goodbye to the man in front of him.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now. I will take care of the things Mr. Xuanhao has asked me to do. If there is any news about Miss Zhushi, I will notify you immediately through the crow."

"Yes." Xuan Hao nodded slightly without trying to persuade him to stay.

"Then I say goodbye. From now on, Mr. Xuanhao, please continue to pay attention to the children of the Demon Slayer Squad."

Slowly pushing the wooden door open, Uyashiki Yaoya smiled and turned around to leave.

When he walked out of the room, Amane and Yin, who were waiting outside, looked at him in shock.

"Husband, you..."

Ubuya Shiki Amane stepped forward to help him with some hesitation.

"Thanks to my husband's help, my body will probably be able to hold on for a while longer."

Ubuyashiki Yōya smiled and patted his wife's hand holding him, "Let's go. I still have a lot of things to do after I go back. Maybe this time I can really see the day of my dreams come."

After this visit, Ubuyashiki Yaoya believed more and more in the prophecies of his ancestors.

This incredible power that could even help him extend his life made him even more convinced that this man would definitely be able to change the pattern of the world.

"Kibutsuji Mukai...your end will come soon."

Ubuyashiki Yōya's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and the emotion called hatred was clearly revealed in him.

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daytime.

On the village path leading to Mount Sawu, a childish boy was walking with difficulty toward the mountains in the distance, holding a wooden stick.

Looking at the bruised boy, the passers-by around him couldn't help but cast doubtful glances.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with this brother?" The child on the roadside asked, pulling on his mother's sleeve.

"Shh..."

The mother covered her child's mouth anxiously, "Keep your voice down, don't worry about this kind of thing."

She frowned and looked at the young man's attire. He was dirty all over, and there was a bandage on his forehead. From the way he walked, he must have been injured.

The most important thing is...this boy has a knife on his waist!

There is no war in this era. It is not normal for a young man with a knife to be injured like this. It is best not to provoke him.

The mother took her child's hand and backed away as if she was facing a plague.

Tanjiro felt a little tired and trudged towards the direction of Mt. Saagiri with a stick in his hand.

He didn't pay attention to the looks around him, because at the moment he just wanted to get back to his teacher and Nezuko as soon as possible.

After this 'final selection' Tanjiro realized deeply that he still thought too simplistically.

With his strength, he would not have been injured.

At first, he even thought about whether he could learn from these ghosts the method of transforming from a ghost back into a human or information about Muzan Onibatsuji.

But during the entire final selection, those ghosts seemed to be going crazy and were completely unable to communicate. When they saw him, they all pounced on him as if they were seeing a big chicken drumstick to bite him.

Later, I heard from the swordsmen who also participated in the final selection that I realized that the ghosts here were probably ghosts who had been hungry for a long time, and there was no such thing as sanity!

The seven days and seven nights of the final selection made him deeply feel how cruel the battlefield between humans and ghosts is, and if you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

He couldn't bear to watch other people die in front of him, so he was a little reluctant.

In order to protect those weak swordsmen, and because this was his first real fight with ghosts and he was not used to it, he was accidentally injured in the end.

"We must rush back before dark..."

Tanjiro took steps with difficulty.

After seven days and seven nights of trials, as soon as I relaxed from the tight situation, an extremely strong sense of fatigue began to sweep over me.

Now, if something unexpected happens at night, he probably won't have the energy to deal with it.

But looking at the sky that was gradually darkening, even if he wanted to speed up his pace, the pain on his body completely made it impossible for him to exert any strength and his body felt extremely heavy.

This made Tanjiro even miss the days when he was training with his teacher. At that time, even though he was seriously injured every day, at least when he woke up the next day, all the injuries would disappear without a trace.

Only now did he finally realize what kind of existence his teacher was. His incredible power was like a miracle.

"I really want to go back and see Nezuko soon...I really want to wake up the next day and the pain will be gone..."

With this obsession, Tanjiro finally saw the familiar cabin before dark.

"Snapped--"

Before Tanjiro could excitedly run to the house, the door of the wooden house was kicked open with a bang.

Then there was a headache sound coming from behind.
To be continued...