Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

At least, in the eyes of ghosts, humans can no longer be called humans.

"How about it?"

The ghost looked at Su Mu with some impatience. It wanted to take a bite of the child right now; the taste of that tender body was too tempting.

I really don't know how the other person could resist such a tempting taste and not take a bite first.

It's simply incomprehensible.

If it were it, it would definitely tear off the arm first, savor the fresh flesh and blood, and preferably bite open the tender throat with its teeth to suck out the delicious blood...

Su Mu continued to stare silently at the ghost, then glanced at the corpse on the ground, and closed his eyes slightly. Although he had become a ghost, it was really hard to get used to, and impossible for him to get used to, treating his former kind as 'food' or as merchandise.

"You go."

He said it in a low voice.

For a ghost, treating people as goods or 'food' is a matter of course. Although he disapproves of it and is unwilling to do so, he cannot change it, at least not now.

He couldn't even change himself.

He still endures the craving for human flesh and blood every day. In fact, if he doesn't get the Blue Spider Lily, he doesn't know if he will become one of them.

Moreover, the blue spider lily is just a legend.

No ghost has ever actually tried to ingest the blue spider lily.

Whether the blue spider lily can overcome the demon's flaws is unknown.

Hearing Su Mu's words, the ghost became very angry, his eyes grew increasingly hostile, and his aura became very dangerous.

Su Mu remained standing there quietly, silently watching the ghost.

'call……'

Sensing that Su Mu was not someone to be trifled with, the ghost laughed again: "How about this, I'll exchange this prey for one of your prey's arms, just one arm will do, let me have a taste."

As he spoke, the demon's eyes were fixed greedily on Kanao, his throat moved involuntarily, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

This time, Su Mu didn't speak. His aura became dangerous, and his gaze turned unfriendly.

The ghost sensed this and its muscles tensed, its eyes fixed warily on Su Mu: "Is it really worth fighting over just a little food?"

"Besides, I'm even offering you 'food' in exchange. Although my food is a bit old and tough, and not very flavorful, it will last for many days. All I'm asking for is one of your prey's arms..."

"call……"

Su Mu let out a soft breath; in the cold weather, his breath turned into a thick white mist.

He didn't say anything more, but simply put his hand on his waist.

The ghost's gaze also fell on Su Mu's hand, seeing the place Su Mu's hand touched, seeing the weapon wrapped in cloth, and vaguely feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Come here, I'll share some with you."

A smile appeared on his face, and as he spoke, his teeth gleamed white in the moonlight.

"Hey, you should have said so earlier, buddy. You're making such a fuss. Did you really think you'd fight me for an arm of your prey?"

The ghost laughed and stepped forward, somewhat impatiently: "Give me your left arm or your right arm? I prefer the right arm, but isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to be holding a weapon in your hand..."

"Me..."

He whispered, and the moment the demon approached, the Nichirin Blade hidden in the cloth strip was drawn.

Under the cold moonlight, the icy blade gleamed with a scorching heat.

The moment the Nichirin Blade was drawn, an incredulous look of terror appeared in the demon's eyes.

"Nihonrin Blade!"

He almost cried out in horror, never imagining that a demon would carry a Nichirin Blade. How could anyone bear to carry something that evoked such utter disgust just by touching it?

At this moment, I felt a little regretful. I didn't expect the other party to actually want to kill it for a prey. It was completely unnecessary.

But by now, it's too late for regrets.

The moment the demon saw the Nichirin Blade, the blade had already fallen, easily severing the demon's neck.

A ghost's head fell silently to the ground, landing beside the corpse of the old man. As its neck was severed, the ghost's body began to dissipate little by little, releasing a foul stench that accompanied a sense of sorrow.

At the moment of its death, the ghost probably recalled its memories of being a human.

But all of this vanished completely with the end of life.

The demon was killed with ease. In fact, the demon was not weak. If they had fought under proper preparation, the outcome would have been uncertain.

But they were careless after all.

As a demon, as one of its own kind, no demon would imagine that a demon would carry a Nichirin Blade, something that demons find disgusting, uncomfortable, and intolerable just to touch.

"The Nichirin Blade is truly a powerful weapon for slaying evil spirits."

Su Mu raised his sword, gazing at its sharp edge under the moonlight, and couldn't help but sigh.

He sheathed his knife, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and prepared to leave.

"uncle……"

The girl, who had been quietly on his back, suddenly spoke.

Su Mu also stopped in his tracks.

"Uncle, shall we bury him properly?"

Kanao's pinkish-purple eyes gazed at the dead old man.

"Ah."

He nodded, raised his knife, and began digging a hole beside him, with Kanao helping him.

The ghost, tireless and possessing physical abilities far exceeding human limits, quickly dug out a large pit.

He dragged the old man's body into the pit, and just as he was about to bury it, he saw Kanao run to the place where the dead ghost was.

The ghost's body had long since vanished with death, leaving only a foul stench behind.

Su Mu didn't know what Kanao was doing over there, and he didn't stop her.

The girl arrived at the place where the ghost died, cupped her hands in front of her as if she were holding the ghost's body, and then carried it to the side of the large pit that had been dug.

Su Mu looked at all this with confusion, watching the girl place her hands on the edge of the pit.

"Ghosts don't leave behind any corpses when they die, so this is pointless."

He said it in a low voice.

Kanao looked up at her uncle: "I was thinking that if one day, my uncle is killed, I hope that the person who killed us will bury him like I did."

The girl spoke with hope in her eyes.

Su Mu glanced at Kanao and silently began filling the hole with soil, muttering under his breath, "If they're dead, they're dead. Whether they're buried or not doesn't matter."

Also, why include 'we' in the title, but he didn't ask.

They simply filled the hole silently.

Chapter 87 The Demon Who Only Has an Ever-Growing Obsession—Akaza (Part 2/4)

They silently buried the old man and the ghost.

The name of the deceased old man is unknown, as is the name of the ghost.

After death, all traces will slowly disappear from this world.

Kanao felt a little uncomfortable. She had never felt this way before when facing death. Even when she saw her father being killed by her uncle, she didn't feel anything.

But at this moment, I feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't know the old man before, and had only eaten a bowl of wontons at his stall. She didn't even know the old man's name. The only thing she clearly remembered was when the old man walked away with his load on his shoulder, the uncle sighed and said that life was not easy.

This is Kanao's deepest impression of the old man.

When that ghost, just like my uncle, came, carrying the old man's corpse, and saw the old man's miserable state after death, I felt very uncomfortable.

I don't know if it's because of this old man.

It's still because of that ghost.

It felt like it was that old man, but even more so, it felt like it was because of that dead ghost.

Perhaps it's because my uncle is a ghost, so I always feel that even if other ghosts aren't as good as my uncle, they certainly won't be that bad.

But other ghosts

He's nothing compared to my uncle.

That's terrible.

Why can't I learn even a little bit of my uncle's gentleness or kindness? I'm always so terrible.

"Uncle, the other ghosts are really awful! They have no manners at all."

Standing before the grave, Kanao looked up at Su Mu and spoke her innermost thoughts.

"Yes! It's terrible."

Su Mu nodded: "Most ghosts failed as humans and failed as ghosts as well."

"Then, what kind of ghost is considered successful as a ghost?"

A sound suddenly came from behind.

Su Mu was startled and grabbed Kanao to his side, while simultaneously looking behind him warily with his knife in hand.

There was nothing there; it was empty.

A gust of wind blew by, and only a few fluttering leaves could be seen, instantly tightening one's heart.

Su Mu suddenly turned around

A person was standing in front of the newly buried grave.

Not

There was a ghost standing there.