Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

First impressions are indeed important.

Lin Guang has never had a better first impression than this.

Of course there are more impressive ones, but the first impressions that are worth being happy about, that are worth him actively remembering, are another matter (the forced memories like Kokushibo's are nightmare-level and deserve to be opened on a separate page).

What Cola said was actually correct. Zonbokuten did look like a child. He was the smallest ghost Rinko had ever seen. Whether in terms of height or body shape, he could only be regarded as his older brother. He didn't even reach the level of an 'eldest brother' like Akaza.

But it was different after he opened his mouth. His choice of words, intonation and sentence structure were not like those of a 'child' at all.

Should I say he's mature beyond his years... or is he just pretending to be mature...?

That kind of thick, sedimented, low-pitched yet subtle feeling of childishness.

Why do some people's voices sound small and old?

"Boom."

There was a dull drumbeat, and the vines gathered towards the cold light, surrounding it but not entangling it.

It doesn't look like preparation for an attack...but it can also be said to be a silent threat.

Lin Guang looked at the operator holding the drumstick, and the words "Upper Rank Four" were written in his red eyes.

Ah. Got it.

In the final analysis, they are all clones, with only one common goal.

Lin Guang placed the little Hantengou on the vines. When the drum sounded, the vines wrapped around the Hantengou tightly and moved it to a farther place in an instant.

The four ghosts on the battlefield disappeared, and before the ghost hunters had time to breathe a sigh of relief, they were attracted by the tragic scene on the other side.

The peace only lasted for a brief moment.

Lingguang looked at the group of ghost hunters, then at Zeng Potian, and after careful consideration, he prepared to withdraw from the battlefield first.

"What is this, another split?"

"No, the other ghosts are gone. They've merged!"

The ghost hunters moved the battlefield. When they arrived, Bantian Dog had just been taken away, and Lingguang had not had time to withdraw.

"After the fusion, a child emerged, but it's indeed younger..."

"Hey, that kid over there is also a ghost, right..."

"Split into two children? But the difference in strength is huge..."

"That guy has no words in his eyes and looks very weak. Maybe chopping off his head will help. Even if not, we can't let him get away."

While several people were talking to each other, Lingguang was inexplicably sentenced to death.

"Ah... maybe you could listen to my explanation..."

Lin Guang raised his hand, trying to buy himself a chance to speak, but before he could even blink, the ghost hunter was in front of him, with the blade only one meter away from his neck.

"Boom."

The skink was faster than a blade, and the gust of wind left a scratch on the side of Lingguang's face, and blood splattered, but before the blood fell to the ground, the injury had quickly recovered.

"Come here, boy."

Cola said that although they are all clones of Hantengou, each ghost actually has its own thoughts and memories, and it is difficult for them to interfere with each other.

That is to say, even though Rinko was full of curiosity about Hatabo Ten and had a good impression of him because of his unforgettable first appearance.

But for Zeng Potian, this was only their first meeting, and the other party might consider twisting off his head first to test who was stronger.

After all, it's hard for ghosts to get along with each other...

Logically, he should be on guard, especially in this situation.

Lin Guang turned his head. Those red eyes were staring at him. The pressure was even greater than that of the other four. He should run.

In fact, Lingguang took a step forward without hesitation and headed towards Zeng Botian.

Lin Guang chose what he thought was the safest place on the battlefield.

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Zeng Botian did not react to Lingguang's choice. He just glanced at the child who was hiding behind him, quietly observing the surroundings, and then carefully raised his head to look at him.

The main character said this was someone who needed protection, and in fact, this child did look very weak. When being chased by the ghost hunters just now, he was completely powerless to resist.

But such a fragile child still firmly protects the original body.

If nothing else, this alone was enough to provide him with some protection.

The child is very obedient. He comes when he is told to. He doesn't talk nonsense or resist unnecessarily.

Zeng Potian retracted his gaze and shifted his attention back to the center of the battlefield. The ghost hunter looked at him warily, gripping his knife tightly, but unable to stop trembling. The oppressive feeling made his legs tremble, but all this did not make Zeng Potian hesitate in the slightest.

Just now, this group of people attacked the original body and the child who were much weaker than them without hesitation, and chased them with long swords. Even though the child said he was willing to leave, they never considered putting down the blades.

"A truly evil person. Unforgivable."

The drumstick hits the drum, the skink opens its mouth wide, and strong winds and howling come one after another.

"Amazing......"

A tender child's voice came from the child who was holding onto his waist and poking his head out. The voice was very soft, perhaps trying to suppress it, but the child's mind couldn't completely suppress the turmoil of emotions, so the face was filled with unconcealable excitement, and the eyes were shining.

Zeng Potian glanced at the child and said nothing, just beating the drum slowly. For ghost hunters, the sound of the drum is a life-threatening music. Every beat, every drumbeat, will take away any trace of life.

Broken arms, legs, and blades. Blood smeared the floor and sprayed the tree trunks, flesh torn by skinks, fragments falling everywhere.

A battle in which the ghost hunters had a slight advantage suddenly became their nightmare and then their graveyard.

"Just playing the drums, but it's so powerful..."

Lin Guang was completely attracted by Zeng Botian. His gray-blue eyes emitted a moon-like color, reflecting Zeng Botian's expressionless face.

Perhaps it was because those eyes were too bright. Or perhaps it was because the original had just mentioned the need to take care of this child... and he had just protected the original.

There were so many reasons for favoring him. Zeng Potian wasn't sure which one it was. Finally, he spoke.

"It's not just drums, it's blood vampire magic."

The child raised his head and said "oh" to express his surprise after suddenly realizing the truth.

"Blood ghost magic... powerful ghosts seem to know this, but I'm not powerful enough. I haven't learned it yet. I can't even hide my eyes properly."

The child reached out and touched his eyes, his shining eyes staring straight at Zeng Potian.

There's nothing wrong with a ghost's eyes. They're a grayish-blue, a rare color. At least there aren't many that are this beautiful.

"My name is Rinko."

"Hateful Amber Sky."

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A good first impression isn't a life-or-death test; it won't determine a person's life or death. After all, there are still long years between people, let alone between ghosts.

But for someone like Lin Guang, whose brain is small and whose memory of people is limited, the first impression is the introduction that follows the name, and it will follow him for a long time.

Lin Guang likes Han Botian, and there are many sources of his affection.

Because Zeng Potian helped him and protected him, because Zeng Potian's vampire magic looked very interesting, and because Zeng Potian and he looked about the same age.

Aside from smell, vision is one of the most important senses for mammals. Zonbotian wasn't as tall or as muscular, and while he might have been quite intimidating, the small difference in size and appearance prevented Linguang from becoming wary of him.

This is also one of the reasons why Rinko did not hesitate after Senpokuten made the invitation. If it was Douma who made the invitation, Rinko would probably go over reluctantly, but since it was Senpokuten who said that, Rinko was completely willing to go from the bottom of her heart.

And he hates Persia, but he doesn't dislike him.

Like and dislike are emotions that are difficult to describe with precise words, but they can be easily reflected in behavior and tone.

The tone and attitude of Zeng Botian towards the ghost hunter and Ling Guang are completely different.

Since ghost hunters are categorized as the hateful ones, Lin Guang feels it is reasonable to put himself on the side that is liked.

Moreover, the last person who allowed him to touch the special weapon that could use vampire magic was Kele. Kele undoubtedly liked him. On the other hand, Zan Pertian was at least not as angry with him as Ji Nu.

Boys always express their love in a clear way.

So when the wreath landed on his head, Zeng Potian's confusion even briefly surpassed his anger. When he raised his head, the wreath swayed due to the tilted angle, but it happened to be caught by the horns, preventing it from falling.

Even took some thought.

but.

This kid spent the whole night running around, just for this?