Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

The conditions for the appearance of the Apothecary are very harsh.

But low-probability events will also happen. Even if the probability is small, it will always happen after the accumulation of time and quantity.

The lifespan of a ghost is so long that it is difficult to measure it with an accurate time, and Lin Guang has never really thought about the passage of time, so he has no accurate concept of how long he has to wait. He just has the impression that there seemed to be many nights when, when facing ghost hunters, he would wonder if there was a chance that Zeng Botian would be woken up for some fresh air.

When he had become accustomed to the long wait and had begun to study how Ai Jue's spear was wielded, Zeng Po Tian suddenly appeared unexpectedly.

"It's true, things don't always go as planned."

When Lingguang was lying on the ground covered in dust, he suddenly said this with emotion.

In fact, he no longer remembers when he learned this, nor can he remember the exact explanation. He just vaguely remembers that this sentence was expressing the feeling that some things are always difficult to develop in accordance with people's wishes.

It is a condemnation of the non-existent existence in the sky and a way of venting emotions.

Actually, swearing is also a way to vent emotions, but Rinkou has never learned it. Cola and Sora have more direct methods, relying on the power of fists and feet to express emotions, but that method is a bit too direct for Rinkou.

Unlike Rinko who was lying on the ground and was quite moved to see him, Zenpoten quickly accepted the fact that he was woken up.

The pair of eyes swept across the entire battlefield and had already clearly locked onto the target. The drumstick struck the drumhead, and the dull drum sounds were like a monotonous funeral melody.

Bury every ghost hunter who listens here.

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Lin Guang has different ways of getting along with different people, mostly based on intuition and observation of the other person. After observation, he finally summed up a more suitable model to quickly integrate himself into the new environment and get along well with the new guardian.

Just like Kokushibo is a stickler for rules, Muzan needs him to obey, Akaza wants him to stay out of trouble, and Douma, Douma has to be left alone. If Rinkou were to follow his ideas, she'd be eaten to the bone, physically speaking. Dakimaki and Gyufutaro get along well, but Gyokutsubo simply thinks he's a special kind of loser.

But Bantiangou, this group of guys also need to be opened on a separate page, because they have no way of getting along that needs to be remembered. Kele and Kongxi will accidentally break his bones again and again, and will treat him as a toy. They will not change even if he breaks their jaw. Ai Jue thinks he is pitifully weak, and Ji Nu thinks he is a complete punk.

These ideas are so terribly strong that no matter how Lin Guang corrects them or tries to change them, they will not be shaken. They are just doing what they want to do.

This was a type that Lin Guang had never encountered before.

Lin Guang felt that it was precisely because he didn't have to worry about anything when getting along with them that he liked this group of guys so much.

But Zeng Potian is a little different from them.

How to describe it...

Children always have an inexplicable intuition that can identify which type of people can be provoked and which type of people cannot.

Obviously, Muzan and Kokushibo belong to the latter.

And hate Amber Sky.

Lin Guang felt as if he was standing right in the middle.

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The boy was silent for so long that Zeng Potian thought he was asleep. Because the original body said that the boy didn't like to eat meat, so he often slept to save energy, and almost every time he slept for a whole day.

As if sensing his thoughts and trying to prove himself, the boy suddenly spoke.

"Drums, do they only work when you play them yourself?"

Whether it's the tone or rhythm of the speech or the choice of words, it's all a bit strange, somewhere between respect and everyday.

"Not at all."

Ignoring the strange wording and tone, and referring only to the content of the question, Zeng Potian gave the answer.

The boy seemed a little confused by the answer. Under his gaze, the boy finally stretched out a hand carefully, and the hand stayed near the drum head on the side of his shoulder.

"Then can I..."

The outstretched hand was not intercepted, and Zeng Potian did not move. He thought for a short time, and finally turned his eyes away from the boy, expressing his consent with practical actions.

The sound of my palm landing on the drum wasn't as resonant as the drumstick's, but it was still clear. The skink, which had been quietly dormant, raised its head and exhaled a gust of wind.

Then the hand clapped again, but this time with a wild roar.

"Ok?"

The short syllables, the rising ending tone, and the tilted head clearly express confusion.

The boy looked at the drum he was touching, then at the skink that seemed a little out of place because of his manipulation. After a brief stalemate, he continued to try to beat the drum.

Zeng Potian did not make any substantial attempt to stop Lingguang's attempt. In fact, he did not even verbally dissuade him. It was as if he did not notice the drum and the skink at all, and he just quickly swallowed the ghost hunter's body into his stomach.

The boy's expression grew increasingly confused, his head tilting with each erratic movement of the skink. Before breaking his own neck, Zeng Potian spoke.

“There’s an order to the knocking.”

The drumstick split from his palm, and the boy stopped at the right time. Zeng Potian demonstrated it, and under the rhythmic beating, the skink's behavior began to be traceable and no longer chaotic.

Under the control of Zeng Botian, several skinks seemed to have the same understanding as if they had the same head.

"Like sheet music?"

"Not exactly. But there are similarities."

Zeng Potian nodded, so Lingguang simply withdrew his hand and sat quietly beside Zeng Potian, watching him swallow the last bite of meat and then hold the other drumstick.

It was completely different from his beating. Zeng Potian easily controlled the dozens of skinks to completely cover the open space and launch an attack. It was easy to imagine what would happen if there was a ghost hunter standing there.

This is not a skill that is easily mastered.

Lin Guang quickly came to a conclusion after a brief observation.

Zeng Potian put it simply. 'There's a sequence to the beating.'

But in fact, it seems that the so-called order only exists in Zeng Potian's own mind. At least Lingguang looked for a long time and didn't even see a few repeated sequences.

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This scene looks a bit familiar.

seriously.

Senpoten and Akaza will definitely have common topics when it comes to educating the little lion.

Lin Guang looked at the drumstick that was handed to him, and then looked at the ghost swordsman who was gradually approaching from the distance.

There is no doubt about it.

"You won't make progress just by looking."

That's what it says.

But Rinkou only watched one demonstration, and that demonstration was more like a graduate performance than a teaching case. It was not on the same level as the one Akaza had given him.

"Is it really okay?"

Lin Guang turned his gaze to Zeng Botian, who just nodded.

Since the guardian has spoken so... and Hantengou has already hidden himself...

You won’t get your head twisted off if you try.

Lingguang watched patiently as the ghost hunter entered the attack range, getting closer and closer until he reached the distance he had imagined. The raised drumstick fell rhythmically, while Zeng Potian just sat quietly on the ground, providing Lingguang with a convenient height for striking.

Even without watching, based on the movements of the stone dragon and the perception it conveyed, Zeng Botian could tell the order in which Lingguang was tapping. It was part of his demonstration, and the rhythm and order were very accurate.

The power of the skink will not be weakened by the user's unfamiliarity with it. Although the actual performance is slightly different from what Lin Guang remembered, the damage still caused real reductions in the number of ghost hunters and casualties.

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"So why is it different? I played them in the order you played them."

Lin Guang squatted on the ground, where half of his arm lay, blood all over the ground. Although it was no longer under the control of his body, the hand was still tightly grasping the Nichirin Sword.

"There is a sequence. But it's not controlled completely according to the sequence. Vampire magic is influenced by the creator, so even if you just follow the instructions, there will be some differences due to my different ideas."

It was the first time that Lin Guang heard Zeng Botian speak such a long paragraph. In this way, Zeng Botian's voice seemed even more unique. So why is it that some people's voices can sound both old and young?

"What I mean is that even if I took your drumsticks and hit them exactly as you wanted, in the exact same order, rhythm, and strength, it could still suddenly turn around and bite me in two. If you wanted to."

Zeng Botian rarely gave a direct answer, but turned his head and stared at Lin Guang quietly. After a while, he nodded.

"That's right."

He gave this answer, but he didn't figure out how the two sentences were connected.

"So... you can actually just knock around?"

"Theoretically. Yes. But it's not necessary."

Zeng Botian had an immature idea since the first time he sat down to chat with Lingguang.

He felt that this kid Lin Guang was not normal in the head.

This wasn't an insult, just an objective assessment of the reality. No ghost would be indifferent to the flesh and blood before them, and spend an entire evening weaving a grass wreath just to wear on their head.

At least Zeng Potian had never seen anyone do this.

Maybe it was because he was too young when he turned into a ghost, or maybe it was because of something he experienced during his long growth. In short, some unfortunate things eventually led to such an unfortunate ending.

This child's brain is not normal, nothing about him is normal.

And now, Lin Guang seemed to be trying to verify how accurate his intuition was.