Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Winter snow, spring flowers, time slips away quietly, and the cold light has no time to say hello. Only when the flowers are in full bloom does it realize that another March has passed.

The sun set, the stars hung high, and Lingguang was finally able to poke his head out of the cave. The coming darkness symbolized that it was time for him to move freely.

The coin turned around in his hand, flew high at the instigation of his thumb, fell in a spin, and finally landed in the palm of his hand, with the side with the pattern facing up. Lin Guang took a decisive step and prepared to go down the mountain to find something to do.

'Decide what to do by flipping a coin?'

The sound of the jade pot came from the mouth of the pot. This pot was connected to the maker himself, and the latter would look over here from the mouth of the pot at any time and make a few comments casually. Lin Guang did not hate the feeling of being accompanied by a living thing, so he never stopped it and never raised any objections.

"Didn't you say throwing sticks was too unreliable?"

He shook his wrist, causing the pot to sway from side to side.

Yuhu fell silent for a moment. Lin Guang didn't know why, nor did he care. Perhaps it was a silent mockery, perhaps he was thinking about his next words, or perhaps he had simply run into a ghost hunter and temporarily diverted his attention.

As Lin Guang slid down the slope, he heard a painful groan, a low and weak voice, which should have come from an adult male. In addition, he also smelled a sweet fragrance.

The forest was vast, but Lingguang was already familiar with the territory. For him, finding the source of one or two things was not difficult at all.

It was a pity that the fragrance and the moan came from the same person, but at least the sound was indeed from an adult male.

The man fell to the ground, mumbling incoherently, his jumbled syllables barely enough to form a complete sentence. Blood streamed from his head, flowing down his forehead and staining the grass red.

Lin Guang looked up and saw a clear scratch on the slope. The process was easy to guess: climbing up the mountain, twisting the ankle, falling, getting hurt, and fainting.

If I leave it alone, it might die here, which is a bit of a waste. But Lingguang is not hungry yet.

But this figure seemed somewhat familiar, as did the backpack that fell not far away.

He walked over and lifted the man's head from the grass, wiped the blood off his face, and the face was reflected in his eyes.

He had seen this person before. He was from the village at the foot of the mountain. Not only had they met once, but they had also greeted each other formally. At that time, he was fishing in the river. The other person squatted by the river and asked him if he was hungry and asked if he wanted to go home with him. After his suggestion was politely declined, Lin Guang finally got a piece of pastry. It was not as exquisite as the ones bought outside, but the taste was indeed tempting.

"I live in the house over there. If you're hungry, you can come find me. I have children at home, so it's okay."

The face in his memory overlapped with the man in front of him. Lin Guang remembered who he was and where he lived.

Never mind, he's going down the mountain to play anyway...

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The father brought back a strange child. No, to be more precise, the father was brought back by a strange child.

What was contained in the backpack was not herbs but the father himself, and the person who was responsible for carrying the huge backpack and knocking on the door was a child who was not even as big as the backpack.

"Little kid...? You're lost..."

The mother was a little confused when she opened the door. When she was about to ask, she subconsciously looked at the backpack behind the boy. When she saw the person in the backpack clearly, she screamed.

The boy was not flustered by his mother's surprise. He just turned around, put the backpack in front of the door, and spoke to himself.

"I found him in the mountains. I've seen him before, so I remember him. I'm glad I found him in the right place..."

The boy's voice was emotionless, as if he was saying it was raining outside. This didn't seem like the attitude a normal child would have.

But Shinobu didn't care about so many things at this time. She just followed Kanae in a panic and went with her mother to check on her father's condition.

Fortunately, my father only sprained his foot and hit his head. Although he was injured, it was not serious. His breathing and heartbeat were stable, but he was not conscious and was still in a coma.

After seeing the situation clearly, the mother calmed down a lot and asked Shinobu and Kanae to get medicine and bandages.

"Really? I told him so many times that he couldn't see the road clearly at night, and asked him not to go out at night and at least take us with him, but my father just wouldn't listen."

Shinobu grumbled as he pulled a bandage out of the drawer.

"Father is probably worried that we might get into danger if we follow him. Don't be angry, Shinobu. Let's go. Mother is still waiting."

Kanae walked in front, Shinobu followed closely. When they returned to the main hall, their father had been carried into the room by their mother, and the boy who brought him back was sitting quietly in the corner in silence.

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The woman who opened the door was busy in the next room. Lin Guang could smell the fragrance gradually fading, which was the best proof that the wound had been treated.

The two sisters walked up to him, the older one bowed to him, and the younger one bent down as well, but her eyes were looking him up and down with curiosity.

"Thank you so much for helping us get our father back. I really don't know how to thank you enough."

It was a very gentle voice. It had been a while since Rinko had heard such a pleasant voice.

"No, it's just a small matter, don't take it to heart..."

It was really just a small matter. He was planning to go to the river anyway, and since they were going down the mountain anyway, it wouldn't hurt to bring someone along. It wouldn't matter if he ignored her... but after all, they were people he had met once before, and Lin Guang subconsciously cherished every friendly relationship, no matter the person.

"Since everything is fine... then I will..."

As Lin Guang spoke, he stood up and moved his legs towards the door.

"It's too dangerous for you to go back alone so late."

The woman who had previously opened the door had already taken care of the injured man, and the two sisters took over the task of caring for him, so Lin Guang was blocked.

"It's just a small matter, it's okay, don't take it to heart..." And it's not dangerous at all.

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, the woman had already held his hand.

"You've done us a great favor. At least eat something and stay here for the night."

The implication of retaining was too clear, and Lin Guang's mouth opened and closed.

"Well, excuse me."

That was the only way he could respond.

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When Shinobu woke up the next morning, she finally got the chance to see the boy. After confirming that her father was fine last night, she wanted to go see the strange child, but her sister insisted that the other party had worked very hard and at least let him have a good rest. Shinobu had to wait until dawn before knocking on the door.

She has a lot of problems.

For example, why did the boy know where their home was? How did the boy find his father? How did the boy do it? How did such a small child send an adult back? Or at least tell them his name?

Everything will be answered behind that door, but when the door is opened, all that is seen is emptiness, with only neatly stacked bedding and disappeared food symbolizing that the boy once stayed here.