At the same time, traveling through time, starting from subverting the war at the top

Chapter 40 Understanding Dissympathy

The flower street that was once brightly lit dimmed.

Under the moonlight, the whole street was in a mess.

Fortunately, Shinobu Kocho evacuated the ordinary people in advance, otherwise, who knows how many people would have died.

Being hit by the vortex of sun and fire from Lin Mo's sword, Jifu Taro felt as if he was being cut into pieces and burned in flames at the same time.

I heard that there are eighteen levels of hell, two of which are the Hell of Knife Mountain and the Hell of Burning Fire.

Am I going to hell?

Look at this red flame.

Jifutaro suddenly recalled some bad memories.

That day he came back from collecting debts as usual, and then he saw his sister burning to death in the flames.

The angry prostitute Taro killed the brothel owner and the samurai who killed his sister with the sickle in his hand.

Jifutaro remembered that it snowed that day.

He held the charred Daki in his arms and walked alone on the flower street, trying to seek help.

But no one came to help the brother and sister, not a single one.

After becoming a debt collector, Jifutaro developed a violent and cruel personality. When collecting money, he would often beat the debtor severely, and he already had a bad reputation in the red-light district.

If Daki hadn't been burned, with her beauty, perhaps someone would have helped her. But now, without her beautiful face, she has lost all value in this red-light district.

Not to mention, the two siblings had offended powerful and influential warriors.

And it seemed that Jifutaro had already gotten used to this.

No one will save us. It's always like this. This is our daily life. No matter what time it is, no one is willing to save us.

The snow is falling heavier.

Finally, exhausted, Jifu Taro fell in the snow.

They couldn't even get out of Flower Street.

Jifu Taro was unwilling to accept this. He didn't want it to end like this, and he kept shouting in his heart.

no no no!

Don’t take away my things. I have nothing, do I want others to take it away from me?
Unforgivable, unforgivable!
Give my sister back to me! Otherwise I will kill the gods and destroy the Buddha!

Perhaps his voice was heard by God.

Then he saw the man, the man with blood-stained hair and a smiling face.

"Why does she look so pitiful? That girl must be dying."

"I'm very gentle. If no one else takes care of you, I'll take care of you. As long as you become a ghost like me, your sister can survive."

Jifutaro did not doubt the other party's words.

Because the man was eating a human while he said this, Jifutaro recognized that the original owner of the half-eaten corpse in his hand was the top courtesan in a brothel on Hua Street.

Jifutaro knows what he does.

But he does not regret becoming a ghost. No matter how many times he reincarnates, he must become a ghost.

However, in Jifutaro's heart, he felt that his sister, Daki, should not be called Mei, it shouldn't be like that.

he thinks,
If Mei had been in a better shop and met a better proprietress, she would have become a real courtesan.

If she was born in an ordinary and happy family, Mei would be a simple girl pursued by many people.

If she was born in a good family, with Mei's beauty, she could become a noble lady.

Jifutaro even thought that it was his responsibility that his sister was burned to death.

He believed that his sister had been naive since childhood and was only influenced by him because she was raised by him.

Jifutaro believed that he had influenced his sister and "corrupted" her.

Because what Jifu Taro always said was, "Deprive before being deprived, and demand before being demanded." Jifu Taro thought that if her sister had not resisted the samurai at that time, but chose to obey, then she would have survived well, right?

Lin Mo didn't know what Jifu Taro was thinking before he died.

He doesn't care either.

In Lin Mo's view, the transformation of the prostitute Futaro and his sister into ghosts is the process of the evil old society turning people into ghosts.

Because from the time they were born to the time they became ghosts, everything around them was filled with malice, leaving them with very few, if any, choices.

Lin Mo understood them, but he didn't sympathize with them.

The experience of this brother and sister when they were human was pitiful, but after they became ghosts.

Instead, they chose to wield their swords against the weaker ones.

During the hundred years of hiding in the red-light district, Daki ate those geishas who were once as helpless as she was, and even little girls.

Then she used the "pull foot" to cover up the girls she ate, saying that they were girls who tried to escape from the red-light district secretly.

What's even more outrageous is that some of these geishas met "good people" who were willing to redeem them and take them away from the dangerous places like the red-light district.

But on the eve of their departure, these geishas were unable to escape the clutches of Daki.

Because the Daki siblings cannot bear to see others happy.

The fire tornado dissipated.

Jifutaro's body also reached its limit and collapsed inch by inch, first the body and then the head.

Finally it turned into ashes and dissipated with the wind.

With the death of Jifutaro, Daki, whose head had already been chopped off, also came to the end of her life.

She cried out loudly for her brother, looking in the direction where Jifutaro disappeared!

But this time, her brother failed to appear in front of her again.

Didn’t brother promise that we would be together forever?

Be it cold, be it hungry, be it becoming a ghost.

Didn’t we agree to be together forever and never separate?

I'll come with you, brother.

Even if it's hell, I will go with you.

Daki's body also began to disintegrate. In the last moments of her life, she rarely made a fuss, but quietly looked in the direction where Jifutaro left.

Just like that, it turned to ashes and was blown away by the night wind.

Like her brother, she disappeared from the world, as if she had never been to this world.

Just like snow.

When the snow melted, no trace was left.

Shinobu Kocho didn't know the story of the siblings, Jifutaro and Daki, but she still heard the immense sadness in Daki's last word "brother" before her death.

She thought of her sister, Kanae Kocho.

I seem to be thinking about my sister more often lately.

Shinobu Kocho raised her hand to lift her hair. When she heard footsteps behind her, the sadness on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by her signature smile.

"Mr. Mo, congratulations on becoming the only swordsman in the Demon Slayer Corps who has successfully killed an upper-rank demon in the past hundred years."

Lin Mo looked at Shinobu Kocho and said with a smile: "This is just the beginning. Upper Six will not be the last."

Lin Mo was in a good mood. This battle not only allowed him to create a new sword fighting skill, but also gradually gave him some clues about the path of breathing fusion. Now that he had found the direction, it was only a matter of time to complete it.

After hearing what Lin Mo said, Shinobu Kocho silently clenched her fists.

(End of this chapter)