Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

"what."

This is the distress call made by prey when it is captured.

Lin Guang turned to look at the culprit. The little baby blinked his green eyes, his face full of innocence.

What an excellent hunter.

The hand that was stretched out at the beginning was tightly grasped by another small hand, and it could only hold the fingers, and it did hold the fingers tightly. While the adults were chatting, the little hunter quietly dragged the neglected prey away, until the newly grown teeth bit the fingertips, and Lin Guang let out a soft cry.

The other two adults also noticed that a successful hunt had taken place here.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks Rinko-chan is delicious—you've got good taste, little one."

Douma's ridicule was undisguised and without malice, but it couldn't be said to be well-intentioned either. He was just watching the fun with aloofness, not getting involved.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Rinko! Inosuke! This isn't edible! Be good! Let go!"

The elegant and beautiful woman did not have a head that matched her appearance. Kotonoha looked even more nervous and flustered than Rinkou who was bitten. She repeatedly patted the baby gently to try to get him to release his fingers from his mouth.

In the end, it was Rinkou himself who saved himself. He pressed his fingers against the baby's mouth, exerted force to open the tightly clenched mouth, pulled his fingers out, and then resolutely pried open the little hands that were holding his fingers one by one.

"it does not matter."

Lin Guang spread his fingers and clenched them. After all, he was just a baby, not very strong, and his teeth were not sharp enough, so he couldn't even bite his hand off. Only the joints were briefly left with teeth marks, but they disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was just an illusion of excessive concern.

"I'm so sorry, Rinkou! Inosuke doesn't usually eat random things!"

Hmm. That doesn't sound very apologetic.

"Because little Rin looks delicious, it's understandable that the little guy couldn't resist. If I were in your place, I would also want to take a bite of him--"

Kotonoha obviously thought that Douma was just joking to lighten the atmosphere, but Rinko knew that this was definitely what Douma really thought. If he had not been taught a lesson and warned, it would have been difficult for Rinko to keep her body intact when she appeared in Douma's sight.

The baby whose food was taken away did not cry loudly or shed tears. He was a little surprised, perhaps surprised that his prey was taken away so easily. After he came to his senses, he looked at Lin Guang with indignant eyes, waving his little fists and babbling words that only he could understand.

"You look angry..."

Rinko looked at Inosuke with curiosity, and as he got closer, the little fist opened and grabbed towards him again.

The force came from his collar, and Douma pulled him back a little.

"Yeah, after all, the food that was right in front of my mouth was snatched away."

Rinko staggered back a step, the hand falling to the top of her head and stroking her short hair. Rinko looked at Kotonoha who hurriedly wrapped Inosuke in a swaddle and packed him up, her head shaking from being rubbed.

"Kotoha should go and rest early. I'll take Rinkou to rest too."

This was of course a lie. After all, no matter what the two ghosts were doing at night, it was probably not suitable for Qin Ye to see them.

As expected, Kotonoha didn't think about anything. She carried Inosuke back to the room and waved her hand, telling them to go to bed early.

After seeing Kotonoha off, Douma took Rinko to the other side. It was a small room that Rinko had only been to once. There was nothing in it, just an empty little room.

The door was pushed open, and the creaking sound indicated that this was not a place where people often came.

"Why are you angry?"

"Ok?"

Douma has long been accustomed to Rinkou's slow pace, in life, in habits, and in reactions.

Except for the time when he was running away and playing games, the boy seemed to be half asleep all the time. Maybe he was indeed not awake, but he was not sleepy, but hungry.

"Why, you get angry when your food is taken away."

After recalling the conversation just now, Douma actually realized what Rinko was asking. The confusion he felt was not because of Rinko's incoherent words, but because he realized what Rinko was asking.

"How can you not be angry when your food is taken away?"

Douma's eyes widened, a look of genuine confusion on his face. For ghosts, is there anything more important than food? Eating humans makes them stronger, eating humans fills their stomachs. Ghosts need food to survive, and the difficulty of obtaining food does not affect their cherishment of food.

How can you not be angry if your own prey, the prey you captured, caught, and brought to your mouth, is taken away by someone else?

Douma turned and looked at the boy standing outside the door. Under the moonlight, the boy's face was calm and had a confusion that was neither obvious nor strong, as if what he said was just a matter of course.

"That's food, Rinko, how can you not be angry? Wouldn't Rinko be angry if I snatched the food from his mouth?"

Lin Guang tilted his head and did not answer, but he himself was the answer.

He won't be angry.

Rinko doesn't know how to guard food at all, and has no possessiveness or territorial awareness. Although it is said that she is snatching food from his mouth, most of the time in Douma's memory, Rinko is being forced to eat meat by Douma.

Yes. He was the only one who truly never got angry.

"After all, Rin-chan is different. Ordinary ghosts don't taste good to me."

Douma quickly collected his thoughts and didn't dwell on the question for too long. He turned and walked into the dark room. Rinko wanted to follow him, but the little ice man who appeared out of nowhere grabbed his ankle.

"Xiao Linguang, just go wait in the house. I will keep my promise and bring the things over."

Douma waved his fan, and a gust of cold wind blew. Rinko's thin body flew up and landed on the ground in the distance. The little ice man who looked like Douma jumped after him and took the initiative to walk in front to lead the way for Rinko.

It doesn't matter. If he wants to go to that room, he will always have the chance to sneak in and take a look.

Lin Guang turned around, walked forward without any reluctance, and followed the little ice man into the house to sit down. The furnishings of the room were not much different. It was still an empty room with a tall closet and an extra pot. Judging from the pattern and style, it should have been made by the same subordinate as the one on his wrist.

Douma didn't let him wait long. While Rinko was fiddling with the little ice man, Douma came in carrying a rather large jar. It was slightly different from the one Rinko remembered, but the sealed lid and the faint fragrance indicated that they contained the same thing.

"So what's in here?"

"Hmm—I'm reluctant to take out the goodies to entertain guests."

The jar fell to the ground, and Lingguang heard the sound of shaking water, but it was slightly different. He let go of the little ice man for the time being and slowly moved over along the floor.

The sealed lid can't block the aroma coming from inside.

"Is it something delicious? No, it should be a drink. What is it?"

Rinko tilted his head and knocked on the jar. The dull echo meant that it was very full. Douma grabbed a smaller jar from the side and sat down as well.

The rope was untied, the paper was torn off, the lid was removed, and the answer was revealed. It was indeed filled with some kind of liquid, a dark red and slightly thick liquid. When the lid was opened, a rich fragrance filled the room, a smell that Ringuang had never smelled before.

It smells very good, as if it can penetrate into the lungs through the nose, and then diffuse into the blood vessels from the lungs. Just breathing it in feels like being soaked in it.

The jar tilted and the liquid fell into the small jar. It was not full, just half, and was handed over by Douma.

Lin Guang reached out to take it, leaned over and subconsciously sniffed it. The closer he got, the stronger the smell became. He pressed his lips against the mouth of the pot, and tilted it so that all the liquid flowed into his mouth. When it passed across his tongue, he could feel that it was thicker than water, but Lin Guang couldn't remember what this fragrance was for a moment.

The liquid flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and the comfortable feeling made him realize what it was.

"is blood?"

The boy didn't realize that his voice was a little vague, but Douma heard it clearly. Rinko's eyes were a little dazed, and his head was shaking slowly and slightly. He didn't realize how precious the thing in his hand was, nor did he realize what a novel experience it would bring him.

"Little Rinko is very smart, but it's not just blood, it's rare blood, very rare."

Douma picked up the jar of wine. The aroma was stronger than that of ordinary blood, and it made him more intoxicated after taking a sip. He used to like drinking, but ghosts can't drink. This troubled him for a while, but fortunately he found a substitute. Although it was rare, it didn't matter. He could look for it slowly.

"Rinko, you'll get drunk easily if you drink so quickly."

"Um......"

As a human, Rinkou had definitely never drunk alcohol, and in all his years as a demon, he'd likely never encountered such a thin bloody mess. The boy held the small jar, taking a sip from it from time to time. His beautiful eyes were completely unfocused, and even his grip on the jar was unsteady, causing some blood to trickle down the corners of his lips.

It's my first time, but I can drink a lot...

Douma listened to the empty can falling to the ground, and the boy had completely lowered his head, his whole body swaying.

Until it really fell.

"Ah, he's really drunk. It's only a small jar."

But does this count as falling asleep or fainting?