Demon Slayer: I am a Demon.

Nezuko was terrified and rushed over, leaving her bags and packages at the door, and stood guard beside her mother like a tigress.

"Oh, another little beauty."

When the man saw Nezuko, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch Nezuko's pretty and cute face.

"choke!"

A flash of light, and a man's arm flew off, splattering blood onto Nezuko's fair face. Then the man collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.

The sudden slash startled the man's companions, who also noticed the man who had walked over and had already sheathed his knife.

He was very tall, his clothes were very clean, the fabric of his clothes looked expensive, and his face was very handsome. Even though he had just cut off someone's arm with a knife, he didn't even blink.

This situation prompted a burly-looking man who had been following behind the group to approach.

“I am Hasegawa Tomo, the second-in-command of the ‘Jin-gi-shu’ and in charge of this area. Sir, haven’t you gone a bit too far? You cut off one of my brothers’ arms for no reason…”

Hasegawa Satoshi had a gloomy face.

Su Mu merely glanced up, and then drew his sword without hesitation.

The knife landed almost instantly in front of Hasegawa Satoshi's forehead. The chill emanating from the sharp blade made Hasegawa Satoshi's face turn pale in an instant.

Moreover, he didn't even see when the other party drew their knife.

"roll."

He simply said one sentence calmly.

Feeling the chill of the blade, Hasegawa Satoshi had almost no doubt that if he stayed any longer, his opponent would almost certainly cleave him in two without hesitation.

Fear filled his heart. He couldn't understand why this person was so reckless, but the feeling of death was real. He dared not hesitate and, almost turning pale, he called to his men to flee in a panic.

Watching the group leave, Su Mu sheathed his blood-stained knife. If he hadn't wanted to stay in the town with Kanao for a while longer and avoid too much trouble, he would have taken her life with a single blow instead of simply severing her arm.

After all, ghosts are different from humans. Killing someone in broad daylight would easily attract the attention of local officials. He wasn't afraid, but it would still be troublesome.

However, judging from the other party's unwillingness, they seemed to be a troublemaker as well. Since it was already evening, it would be better to deal with them directly.

Is it a ghost anyway?

Why mess with a ghost? It's like they're asking for trouble.

At that moment, Nezuko's face was splattered with blood, and she saw an arm being severed in front of her. The cruel sight made Nezuko's face turn pale instantly.

Just now, I realized that this ghost was actually quite gentle. But then I suddenly saw the cruel side of the ghost again, and thinking back to how terrifying the ghost looked that night, my legs suddenly went weak.

Kamado Aoi helped her daughter up, her heart trembling slightly, but knowing this man was trying to help her family, she stepped forward, placed her small hand on her stomach, and bowed respectfully: "Thank... thank you for your help, sir. It seems you came with Nezuko..."

"Mrs. Kuizhi, we meet again."

Before Kamado Aoi could finish speaking, a gentle male voice rang out, interrupting her.

Kamado Aoi was somewhat puzzled. Did she know the other person? After all, the other person's clothes were of high quality, and he seemed to be a nobleman.

She couldn't help but look up, and just then the other person turned around, allowing Kamado Aoi to see the man's face.

How could Kamado Aoi forget this demon? Her face turned deathly pale, and she almost staggered backward, clutching Nezuko: "A demon... a demon..."

They let out a terrified scream.

Even though Kamado Takeo had just picked up an axe and seemed very brave, he almost fell to the ground with a thud. He had the courage to pick up an axe when dealing with humans, but when it came to dealing with demons, he didn't even have the courage to lift the axe.

"I apologize for my intrusion and for causing you any distress, Madam."

Su Mu smiled gently in the sunlight.

But that gentle smile made Kamado Aoi's face turn deathly pale, and her voice almost broke: "You...you...you..."

For a moment, he couldn't even finish a sentence.

Su Mu couldn't help but look at Nezuko. At this moment, Nezuko had recovered quite a bit. Apart from being frightened when her arm was cut off in front of her, she was no longer as afraid as her mother.

Moreover, since they believed they knew the ghost's purpose, they didn't think the ghost would harm their family.

Moreover, aside from the cold side that the ghost just showed, he was actually quite gentle throughout the journey.

Although, the other person's gentleness seemed to be directed only at the girl next to him.

But what if the other person is kind to you a little?

"Mother, don't be afraid, the adults won't hurt us."

Nezuko instead helped her mother up, comforting her while carefully watching over her.

"Explain it to your mother."

Su Mu also felt that he had frightened the family quite a bit, and thought it would be better to let Nezuko communicate with her family first before going in. So, he walked to the side, stopped looking at the Kamado family, and let them explain themselves.

Kanao stood naturally beside her uncle, tilting her head as she looked at the frightened crowd. She couldn't understand why these people were afraid of her uncle, who was such a good person.

Nezuko thought she understood what the demon meant. Her little hands were clenched in a struggle, and her delicate face was slightly flushed. She pulled her mother aside and said something. Soon after, Kamado Aoi hugged Nezuko and started crying.

Then she cried louder and louder.

Su Mu stood to the side, feeling somewhat bewildered.

Something seems... getting worse.

Although it's normal for people to be afraid of me as a ghost, the current situation makes it seem like I'm about to do something heinous.

No one knows what Nezuko said, but a short while later, Kamado Aoi came over with her eyes almost red from crying. You could clearly see that her cheeks were swollen, and Nezuko next to her kept her head down the whole time.

"Nezuko must have told you, right?"

He looked at the sunflower branch by the stove and spoke gently.

Kamado Aoi couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She hugged her daughter tightly, her head bowed, her face full of sorrow: "You...you have to be good to Nezuko, no...don't bully her...although, although I don't know the difference between demons and humans..."

Nezuko, who had been keeping her head down, secretly looked up at his face. After a few glances, she seemed to have lessened her sadness and accepted something. Then, a blush returned to her sad face.

The more Su Mu listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

What is all this nonsense?

I really didn't mean to do anything to Nezuko, but I couldn't help but glance at her. Although Nezuko looked sad, she was still incredibly cute and pitiful. Combined with her already exquisite features, she was very likable.

of course

It's not that it's unacceptable.

He shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, and gave a helpless wry smile: "Mrs. Kuizhi, may I come in now?"

Chapter 105 The Long Silence (1/4)

"Mrs. Kuizhi, may I now invite you into the house?"

Su Mu stood in the sunlight, his voice gentle and his gaze kind.

Despite the man's seemingly gentle demeanor, Kamado Aoi's delicate body trembled involuntarily. She had a thousand reasons to refuse him, and she dared not let a ghost into her home.

But facing a ghost

A cruel ghost

Lacking the courage to refuse, she could only turn to the side, place her small hands on her lower abdomen, and bow respectfully: "M-Sir, please."

Although the woman was very scared, her manners were very proper and appropriate.

Su Mu smiled and nodded. He wasn't used to the habit of bending over in this place, so he naturally didn't bend over to it. He simply walked past the stove and into the kitchen.

It looked like a small thatched hut, which required him to bend down quite laboriously due to his height.

I lifted the heavy curtain woven from straw and went inside.

The door opened to reveal a large hall. Near the window was a hearth surrounded by stones, with a small pot on top. The ground was all mud, but it was firmly packed and very dry.

In the center of the living room was a straw mat with several low tables on it.

Su Mu sat down naturally in the main seat, and Zaomen Kuizhi followed in, but she lowered her head and knelt on the mud floor near the door.

Su Mu glanced at it. Having been in this world for so long, he naturally knew about the customs. It seemed that there was something called 'dozukō' and 'dojō'. The general idea was that noble people sat on 'dozukō', while people of lower status had to kneel on the ground between the soil, which was 'dojō'.

In this place, the concept of hierarchy is very strong. For example, even if the Demon Slayer Corps' leader, Ubuyashiki, is completely powerless, powerful Pillars must kneel down in his presence.

Of course, he sits here not because of his noble status, but because he is a fearsome ghost.

He didn't care much about these things, looking at the kitchen mound, who still barely dared to look up:

"Lady Kuizhi seems very afraid of me?"

"No... I wouldn't dare."

Kamado Aoi's face was pale, and her voice was stammering. No one could have much courage in the face of a cruel demon, let alone a weak woman.

If it weren't for the child behind her, she would probably have collapsed to the ground by now.

"Then sit here, you're sitting too far away from me."

Su Mu pointed to the mat not far from him.

Kamado Aoi didn't dare to refuse. She almost trembled as she got up and then took small steps over.

Su Mu glanced around and noticed that the women in this area seemed to always place their hands on their lower abdomen and lower their heads when walking at home, giving off a rather indescribable feeling.

Previously, as a ghost who could not bask in the sunlight, Su Mu rarely entered other people's homes and had little experience of the local customs and culture. Now, however, he was seeing something quite unusual.

Kamado Aoi knelt beside her, her small hands on her abdomen, her head bowed, looking delicate and frail.

Su Mu didn't pay any attention and looked around the room. It was indeed a very dilapidated dwelling, but it was very clean and tidy, showing the diligence of the lady of the house.

Generally speaking, a house with so many children would be very messy, but that's not the case at all. Clearly, Kamado Aoi is a very good homemaker.

No wonder they were able to raise such good sons and daughters as Nezuko and Tanjiro.

Sometimes, good family education from a young age can have a very good, subtle influence.

Kanao had somehow arrived beside her uncle, looking around with the same curiosity. However, while her uncle paid more attention to the room, Kanao was more focused on the relationship between Kamado Aoi and her child.

Compared to her own parents, Kamado Aoi, who was her mother, seemed quite different. So, the girl tilted her head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Once the kitchen mound was kneeling and seated properly, Su Mu continued, "I brought some gifts with me on my way here."

At that moment, Nezuko also poked her head out from outside, hurriedly carrying a large pile of things.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation, I hope you won't refuse."