Demon Slayer: I am a Demon

Chapter 84 Not Dad, But... Uncle (2/4)

His bloodlust grew stronger.

The demons' craving for human flesh and blood grew ever stronger.

The girl's delicate body was like the most delicious food in the world, making the ghost's throat involuntarily swallow.

"Uncle~"

Kanao, holding a wooden sword, strode over, her delicate face glistening with sweat, exuding an alluring aura at all times.

The ghosts longed to devour every piece of flesh and suck every drop of blood, wanting nothing more than to feast to their hearts' content.

The girl, seemingly completely unguarded against the demon that wanted to devour her flesh and blood, walked closer, slightly out of breath.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away?"

Su Mu lowered his head slightly, his hand gently stroking the blade of the Nichirin Blade. The power of sunlight contained within the Nichirin Blade, which was hated by demons, slightly suppressed some of the demons' instinctive desires.

Kanao tilted her head, looked at the demon with his head down, and whispered, "I've practiced chopping the wooden sword a thousand times."

As she spoke, the girl raised the wooden sword in her hand with some excitement.

This wooden knife was recently carved for her by her uncle.

"Then let's practice it another ten thousand times."

Su Mu casually uttered a word, but his body's instinctive craving for flesh and blood grew stronger and stronger, making him increasingly fearful. There was still some time before the transition from spring to summer, and quite some time before the blue spider lilies bloomed, but his craving for flesh and blood grew stronger day by day, becoming more and more unbearable.

"Okay, fine."

Kanao actually wanted to stay by her uncle's side a little longer, but seeing his expression, she could only lower her head and walk away dejectedly.

However, as he turned around, he seemed to remember something and turned back.

Her jet-black hair swayed in the air as she turned, and the butterfly hair clip on it seemed to come alive.

The girl stretched out her palm.

A slightly shriveled fruit lay quietly in my palm.

"Uncle, I just saw a wild fruit."

Su Mu reached out and took the wild fruit, then looked up at Kanao, and under her expectant gaze, took a bite: "How is it? Sweet?"

The girl tilted her head, trying hard to see the color on her uncle's face.

"Um.

""

He gave a perfunctory reply.

"Next time you see wild fruit, pick some for your uncle."

Kanao said softly, then, holding her wooden sword, she happily ran off into the distance.

"Hey~ Whoosh~"

The girl's sweet shouts echoed clearly through the mountains and forests.

Su Mu looked up and glanced in Kanao's direction, then looked down at the shriveled wild fruit in his palm, and continued, head down, gently stroking the blade of the Nichirin Blade again and again.

His desire for flesh and blood surged and crashed against his heart like a flood bursting its banks.

But as he wiped the Nichirin Blade again and again, his heart gradually calmed down, becoming as still as water.

One side of my heart is a raging torrent, the other a deathly stillness.

As night fell, Su Mu led Kanao to a village.

In winter nights, villages and towns are almost always closed, and few people venture out at this time of year.

Su Mu came out to get some daily necessities. As a ghost, he didn't need to worry about anything, but Kanao wasn't a ghost and needed to eat and drink.

He held Kanao's hand as they walked through the empty town streets, looking at the closed shops and pondering what they sold, and how he could sneak in and steal some.

Of course, if the shop owner finds out...

I'm sorry.

I can't steal anymore, I'll have to rob it by force.

A ghost that doesn't eat people is already considered lucky; if it steals or robs things, the owner should be burning incense and chanting Buddhist prayers.

He had only taken two steps when the flickering lights in the distance caught his eye. He took Kanao's hand and walked over, only to find that it was a vendor selling wontons, which was quite unusual.

The vendor was an elderly person, and they were packing up their stall at the moment.

"Do you still sell food?"

"6

Su Mu stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

The old man, who was tidying up, looked up at the two of them and said, "The water is still hot. If you want some, I can cook it for you now. How many bowls would you like?"

"bowl."

Su Mu said something.

Two bowls.

A sweet, charming voice came from the girl next to me.

The old man looked at Su Mu and Kanao with some confusion, unsure of whose advice to take.

"Listen to her, she's the one who decides."

The girl lowered her head slightly.

Su Mu led Kanao to a simple bench set up nearby and sat down.

Because she was about to eat, Kanao reached out and gently removed the protective covers from her head and ears.

Because he was afraid she would get cold on the way, her uncle always dressed her in thick clothes, so that only her eyes were showing.

As the hood covering her head was removed, the girl's delicate face was revealed. Her slightly moist lips parted, exhaling warm, moist breath that lingered in front of her face.

Su Mu glanced at it, then lowered his head again.

It's getting more and more beautiful.

Kanao tilted her head and glanced at her uncle. She wondered why her uncle had suddenly lowered his head again, but she didn't care. After watching her uncle for a while, she looked at the old man who was busy at the stall. She watched as many wrapped wontons were put into the hot water, and steam swirled around them.

"Would you like two bowls of wontons? Your appetite has increased a bit."

Su Mu casually started a conversation and asked a question.

"I'll eat one bowl; the other bowl is for my uncle."

Kanao's answer was perfectly reasonable.

"I'm not eating it."

He looked at Kanao with amusement: "It'll all be wasted in a moment."

The girl pouted, then clenched her fist: "Uncle can go without food, but he can't live without it."

"Oh----"

He chuckled, "You're getting quite the smooth talker, where did you learn that?"

Kanao stuck out her little tongue and licked her lips like a kitten. She didn't feel that her mouth had become sweet, so she tilted her head and looked at her uncle in confusion.

Seeing the girl's actions, Su Mu couldn't help but smile.

Hey~

The girl clenched her fist and looked at Su Mu: "Uncle, you have a really handsome smile."

"What?"

"You have a beautiful smile."

Kanao repeated it once.

Su Mu glared at the girl, annoyed, and couldn't help but tease her, "So you're not pretty if you don't smile?"

The girl frowned slightly, then started counting on her fingers: "Although she doesn't look as good when she's not smiling as she does when she is, she's still pretty."

"Is it ugly or beautiful?"

The girl blinked her pinkish-purple eyes, her head starting to spin, as if she had been knocked out. Her hair seemed to be steaming, which left Su Mu stunned.

"Haha—okay, stop thinking about it."

He smiled and tapped Kanao's little head with his finger.

"Wontons—here they come!"

The old man brought over a bowl of freshly cooked, steaming hot wontons and placed it on the small table in front of the two of them.

Su Mu smiled and pushed the bowl of wontons in front of Kanae.

Kanao then pushed the bowl of wontons in front of Su Mu.

Seeing this, the old man smiled on his aged face: "Little girl, you are so good to your father."

Su Mu was somewhat amused and exasperated by the misunderstanding about their relationship.

"Not Dad."

Kanao, with a stern face, corrected him, "It's Uncle."

"Forehead----"

The old man scratched his head: "I mean, you two have a very good relationship, like a father and daughter."

"No, that's not it."

Kanao corrected her again with a stern face: "Dad is bad."

"Uncle is the best."

The old man was confused. He looked at the little girl strangely. The girl looked very pretty, but she seemed to be in poor mental condition.

"It's alright, you can go ahead and do your work."

Su Mu spoke up from the side, after all, the old man did not know about Kanao's past experiences, nor did he understand Kanao's standards of measurement.

When the old man brought out another bowl of wontons, Kanao picked up her spoon and glanced at Su Mu: "Uncle, Kanao is going to start eating."

"good.

""

The girl lowered her head and began to eat the wontons in small bites. The steam from the bowl wafted around her face, and her long, beautiful eyelashes fluttered.

very beautiful.