When Xianichiro followed Tanjiro to the small hill not far behind the Kaomen House, he couldn't help but open his mouth slightly when he looked at the sea of ​​flowers blooming in the sunset.

Xianichiro did not expect that he would easily or even accidentally "collide" Muzan Kimuzan looking for something that had been fruitless for nearly a thousand years - Blue Ribsai.

According to Zhushi, Muzan Kimuzan once believed that this special flower could help him overcome the sun, so he kept searching for it. This was also his original intention of using blood to create other ghosts. The casualties caused by ghosts on the way were always just by-products in the process of achieving their goals. As for attracting and diverting human attention, it was second.

But what Kimuzan never thought was that this thing he had been thinking about for thousands of years was actually in his old enemy... in the back mountain of the charcoal-burning family, which was suspected to be a descendant of Guoyuan, was blooming in pieces, and was not as rare as imagined.

"It's really ironic..."

Xian Ichiro was a little creepy by this coincidence, and goose bumps appeared on his body for a lifetime, as if he was immersed in the scene. He felt the target of God against Muzan Kimuzan.

However, what he didn't quite understand was that the flower bloomed here like this, and Muzan Kimuzan had three or four thousand ghosts under his command before. How could he just miss such a place?

Judging from the memories of Shinichiro who read the ghosts under his subordinates, Muzan Kitsuki Muzan believed that he had "finished all over Japan" that he had the idea of ​​him and Kyuro, and wanted to get a way to enter Ainaka - because that was the only place where the evil ghosts had never set foot. And Muzan Kitsuki believed that the blue rosy flower was in Ainaka.

It can be seen that only when most of the land is searched can he be so sure.

Could it be that all the ghosts who set foot here were killed by Tanjiro's ancestors?

But judging from the conversation with Tanjuro, until the existence of the ghost was recognized by the government, the Zhamen family's understanding of ghosts only stayed at the stage of "Grandma's Story".

The sword shape of Rizhi's breathing was adapted into a dance without lethality, and there was no trace of using the Rizhu Sword at home.

Therefore, the possibility of the ghost who came to investigate was killed was very small.

So, why would Kimuzan miss this place because of why?

After thinking for a while, Xianichiro noticed another strange thing...

That is, the blue spider lily in front of you is obviously different from the normal wild spider lily--.

Although it was already setting sun, there were warm winds on the hillside, which made people feel a little anxious, far beyond the suitable temperature for the survival of the red and white wild flowers on the other side.

You should know that the reason why the red shore flower is called the "flower of hell" and "flower of death" is because this plant likes a shady environment and often grows on human graves. Even the flowering period is in the autumn when most flowers and plants begin to wither...

But now it happens to be midsummer, and it is also the most sunny days of the year.

In other words, the growth habits of Blue Ridge Flower seem to be exactly the opposite of its close relatives.

After discovering this feature, Xianichiro suddenly had a guess.

"Tanjiro," he asked with a strange expression, "Is this blue shore flower only blooming during the day?"

In this way, we can explain why Muzan Kimuzan couldn't find the place where this thing is!

Because this flower is closed at night!

"Hey, have you seen this kind of flower before, Senichiro?"

Tanjiro asked in confusion, and then gave the answer, "You said it's right. This kind of flower is very magical. It will only bloom during the day before and after the Ullambana Festival, and the flowering period will last for only two or three days. However, it does not bloom every year, it can only be sunny."

"That is, it must be blooming when the sun shines directly."

Xianichiro changed the statement, "Is that what it means?"

"Yes. But the next one is the most amazing."

Tanjiro walked to the edge of the sea of ​​flowers and knelt down and picked one of them. "No matter whether the flower will be picked or not, once sunset, it will wither and shrink like it is dead, and its color will turn into a light dark red. But on the morning of the next day, the first moment of seeing the sunshine, the unpicked flowers will be ‘resurrected’ and bloom again.”

Xianichiro's eyes couldn't help but shrink, and suddenly felt that Muzan Kimuzan was really miserable. Unless there was help from humans, he would never think of seeing the flower alive.

But this place is very hidden. If there were no locals like Tanjiro leading the way, I'm afraid no one would have come here on their own initiative.

"I sat here all night on the Ullamban Festival when my grandma passed away and saw it with my own eyes."

Tanjiro's words were not very interested in the flower itself, but the possibility of this place.

"It was when the flowering the next day, I smelled my grandma. Although it was very light, I would never remember the smell wrong."

Tanjiro looked at Shinichiro gently and continued, "Although I didn't see her, I knew she was here, and she also knew that I could smell her existence. She told me through the smell that she should help my mother take care of her younger brothers and sisters, so that her father would pay attention to her health, and also said that she had Hanako in her belly..."

Xian Yiro looked at him quietly, and a hint of panic appeared in his heart, and he was not sure whether he wanted to open his spiritual vision.

"Don't back down, I can see that you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Tanjiro seemed to feel the subtle changes in Senichiro's mood, and gently held Senichiro's wrist with his warm hands.

"But, Xianyiro, there must be a reason why you came to my house today. And it is not a coincidence that you can see something that ordinary people cannot see like your father." When he said this, his tone was a little naive, but he seemed to be very convinced, "It must be that there must be someone who cares about you to guide you here."

"So...you can't miss it anyway, and you can't let those who care about you go back disappointed."

After saying that, he picked a few bouquets of blue shore flowers from the ground and put them in his pocket. Then he took the stag's body from the slightly stunned Xian and hung it on his shoulder. It looked a little difficult, but it still held it.

"I'll go back to process the ingredients first, you have to hurry up."

After all, when the other side of the flower witheres at sunset, the magical power of this sea of ​​flowers will disappear.

After saying the last sentence, Tanjiro turned his head and left, leaving Shinichiro at the edge of the empty blue sea of ​​flowers.

The red and golden sunset slanted down the afterglow, illuminating half of Xianichiro's face, but the other half was shrouded in a deep shadow, perfectly presenting his contradictory mood.

"Will it be...them?"

Xianichiro muttered to himself softly, "But after all, they died in another world, how could they appear here?"

He pulled out a bitter smile, "It's impossible."

This is the second time in his life, and Shinichiro has a strong idea of ​​retreating.

The last time he went home by practicing arrows and saw the warriors in the inner palace breaking into his house to kill, rob and set fire.

That time, he hid, but from that day on, he forgot his family and only remembered hatred. It was also from that day on, he would rather choose to burn both jade than accept the possibility of failure...

Faced with this difficulty, he seemed to have returned to that day, back to his true childhood, becoming helpless and fearful.

But immediately, the habits developed over the years made shame and anger towards oneself pour into Shinichiro's mind like a flood that broke into the dam.

He will always remember what he lost when he escaped.

He will not repeat the same mistakes again.

He walked towards the center of the sea of ​​flowers, allowing the pleasant fragrance to penetrate into his nose without taking any precautions.

"Spiritual vision."

As the third eye invisible between the eyebrows was opened, everything that was seen changed.

The sea of ​​flowers that originally only occupied the hillside suddenly expanded infinitely towards the surroundings - and the unique terrain of the mountain disappeared, replaced by a flat river. Xianichiro found that he seemed to have entered a huge chessboard covered with blue flowers.

The air here has a familiar sense of stickiness.

Xianichiro immediately understood that this was not a real world.

But it is like a fantasy corridor, it is a narrow gap between life and death, the junction between the world and the yellow spring.

It seems that what Tanjiro said was that smelling the dead grandmother was not his own fantasy. It was just that his spiritual vision, or his sense of smell, was not strong enough, so he could not enter this illusion.

As he recognized the truth in front of him, the red shore flower in front of him separated to both sides like soldiers lined up, revealing a path that was breathing white soft light.

This road is a bit like the gap in "Devil Souls", where the protagonist enters the foggy Boretania, and is a path that cannot be returned.

But at the end of that road, there is the person Shinichiro wants to find.

He kept walking forward, and finally, after a few minutes, he discovered a small dot on the road directly in front of him.

He held his heart with unprecedented tension, but he did not hesitate, getting closer and closer to the small dot, getting faster and faster--

Until he could see clearly what was in that small spot, a trace of surprise appeared on his face, but was immediately replaced by a tangled and complicated look, but there was no surprise he thought he should have when he met this person again.

At the end of the road is a short couch.

An old man from Qingyue's moon wearing a white bathrobe was leaning on the couch to drink fine wine. On his vicissitudes of life, his one-eye revealed a hidden edge.

That's not Ashina Yixin, who can it be!

Shinichiro never expected that the person Tanjiro mentioned would be grandpa!

Seeing the visitor walking along the flower path, the old man put the wine pot aside and suddenly said loudly as usual.

"It's Xianichiro coming!"

Xianichiro stopped in front of the couch, without saying goodbye, without saying hello, without saying anything, as if he was not breathing.

Ashina's body gradually straightened with thinness, and a smile appeared on her face covered in old-fashioned spots.

"I thought you would become cheerful if you make new friends."

"As a result, even if you live again, your personality will still not change."

"Don't you even call me grandpa..."

Yixin was not only drunk too much, but also had a weird tone, it didn't sound like an old man, but it was more like the time when the two met.

Xianichiro knelt down opposite Yixin and looked quietly at the person in front of him.

"...Grandpa." His lips moved, but it took a long time to make a recognizable voice, "Sorry, I disappointed you."

For Yixin, death may only be something that happened not long ago.

But for Ashina Yanichiro, who was forced to pass the Soul Series hundreds of times, it has been a long time since he last met.

However, he felt excited when he saw Ashina Yixin again, and was not even excited when he was resurrected by Masako Ghost Ting.

What fills his heart, even dull, confused, and confusing.
To be continued...