Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

"So what you're saying is that Rinkou can now hear what Hantengu's clones are saying, and that's why they're so disturbed."

Compared to Zeng Potian's euphemistic words, Muzan's words were more direct and less pleasant to the ear.

There was a brief silence, and Muzan tolerated this rudeness because Rinko hanging on the drum was looking at Zonpoten instead of him.

"Not entirely, but yes."

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Lin Guang used to be troubled by not having playmates, but now because of this special ability that he didn't know why, he can communicate with his playmates at any time without meeting them, which is undoubtedly a good thing.

As for Hantengu, Rinkou finally stopped looking at his neck unexpectedly, and he thought it was a good thing.

It should be so.

But as long as it is a living thing, it has its limits. Whether it is food intake, emotions, or spirit, there is a limit.

Lin Guang had never been involved in this before, but this time he clearly realized that the line really existed.

The almost non-stop sound is a heavy burden, and it is a huge challenge for a child whose physical age is always in his teens. Ghosts have a strong ability to withstand it, and Lin Guang's ability to withstand it is also at the forefront among ghosts.

But in such endless communication, he felt the spiritual burden.

The inability to truly rest made him feel more tired than ever before. Being distracted was only the best-case scenario. What he heard was covered up by another sentence the next second, and the confusion in his memory was just a byproduct.

Such days were paused when the Amber Sky appeared.

Quiet, very quiet.

Unlike the clamor of Kele and Kongxi, and the frequent outbursts of grief and accumulated anger, Zeng Potian was very quiet. Even the words he spoke were few and far between, without any major emotional fluctuations. His rhythm and tone remained at a steady, neutral level.

"Can you not go back?"

This kid must be out of his mind.

When Zeng Botian heard Lingguang's words, he immediately came to the conclusion.

"Correct."

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"Yeah. My brain is messed up right now. I can hear what you're thinking, and I don't know how to stop."

When their eyes met, Zeng Potian's heart was filled with death.

Before Rinkou thought his brain was fixed, a voice rang out.

"Isn't this something only Muzan-sama can do...? How could this kid have this ability? When were the words carved into his eyes? Zero? Was it before One? Or is it just a symbolic meaning... No, that's not the point. But if it's zero, is it because he was given enough blood? Or is this a blood demon art of this kid? What are the conditions?"

This was what Lin Guang had always believed was the difference between Zan Botian and the others. Zan Botian's brain was clearly more effective than those others, he was quick-witted and had clear ideas. Once a goal appeared, he would work hard for it without wavering.

'I don't know. It just started all of a sudden and I couldn't stop.'

It was the first time that Rinkou used the privileges of an Upper Rank, and the reason was simply that he was so tired that he didn't even want to open his mouth.

"Can you still hear it now?"

'No, so I want you to stay.'

Lin Guang couldn't find the reason, couldn't find the result, and didn't want to explore why. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it and just wait for the result to pop up on its own. This was a bad habit he had developed over the past hundred years, but so far, he hadn't noticed this bad habit.

"Can you hear the original body's voice?"

"No, I have been hearing the sounds of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, and I can't even hear your voice."

After a little thought, Zeng Potian came to a simple conclusion.

The prerequisite for being able to hear is to see, or more accurately, to look into each other's eyes. So before he appeared, whether in a dream or in reality, the boy could not hear his inner voice.

He couldn't hear the original's voice, perhaps because he had never seriously looked into the eyes of the real original with the word "timid" written on it.

Lingguang heard exactly what Zeng Potian was thinking, but he was not really that curious about the reasons. Compared to the so-called reasons and process, he urgently needed a result now.

"I assume you need to select your target through observation. Once you lose the subject of observation, you lose contact... Have you tried keeping your distance from them?"

Zeng Potian spoke in a flat tone.

And Lin Guang was obviously stunned.

He said nothing, neither in his mouth nor in his heart.

But Zeng Potian already had the answer.

No.

It's a very easy thing to deal with, and it doesn't matter if the reason is not clear.

The solution is even simpler than the way the problem arose.

When Lin Guang tried to keep his distance from Zeng Botian to a certain limit, the voice in his head disappeared. And when Lin Guang tried to contact Zeng Botian, he heard his voice again.

An inexplicable and heavy feeling of frustration.

"You are still young, it's normal for you to have trouble handling problems."

This is how Zeng Potian comforted him.

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Time returns to the present.

Zeng Potian finally explained the whole cause and effect, and Lingguang finally raised his head.

"Can you hear what I'm thinking now?"

Without warning.

There was a huge feeling of oppression, as if the sky was falling, and even the gentlest voice could hardly conceal that pressure.

Zeng Botian instinctively half-knelt on the ground, and his eyes met those red, glowing eyes.

"No."

The sound was squeezed out from between the teeth.

The moment this answer came out, the oppressive feeling disappeared without a trace. Muzan still had that expressionless look, but his tone was gentler.

"Maybe it's because you haven't gotten used to being an Upper Rank yet. After all, you've never had this kind of interaction with anyone before. Rinkou is still a child... It's normal for him to feel uncomfortable."

Muzan took the boy down from the drum behind Zeng Po Tian.

And the next second, Zeng Botian was sent away by Mingnu.

It was a long-lost silence, so quiet that Rinkou could hear his own heartbeat, as well as the sound of Muzan's, more than one heart beating.

"I was thinking of letting you find some friends and keep following those Upper Ranks... but since you're not used to this feeling for the time being, how about you just stay by my side for the time being? Rinkou can hide his eyes now, right?"

Muzan's voice was gentle, like the spring breeze, soft but with a chill that had not yet dissipated.

"Ok."