Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 198: Complete

Lin Guang always thought that he had become accustomed to some things, accustomed to the passage of time, accustomed to the waxing and waning of the moon, accustomed to the changes of all things in the world, accustomed to it.

parting.

But in fact, no, every farewell still seems so sudden, so surprising, making him confused and at a loss.

Time has never left any traces on him, so when death once again separates him from others, he is still confused like a child who knows for the first time how fragile and short life is. He can only stand there and watch time push him forward forever. Then the past becomes the past, and memories are just memories.

The person he had agreed to meet again no longer had the chance to meet again.

"What are you thinking about?"

When Yao Yue asked him a question, it would be impolite not to answer, but when the answer was given, it seemed that it would be worse than just silence.

"I don't know, I just feel like I should think about something."

He didn't know what he was thinking. He thought of every parting, every day he'd spent with Yu Hu, the words she'd spoken, the expressions on her face. He remembered Yu Hu arguing with him, debating with him, and cooperating with him to tease the ghost hunters who had come after him. The long memory flashed before his eyes in a fleeting moment. In the end, all that long past was reduced to a single sentence.

"You'll find out when I get back. I'm sure I'll bring you something good."

At that time, Lin Guang did not continue to ask, so when death came, he couldn't help but wonder what the gift he would not receive would be.

It seemed that Xian Yue was not angry. In fact, Xian Yue rarely got really angry. He just looked unhappy most of the time, just like him now.

He didn't feel angry, but he wasn't very happy either.

Yu Hu died, which was unexpected, but also seemed to be expected. It seemed to be an established fact that the ghosts around him would leave, but he didn't understand why this was the fact, why ghosts who could obviously live forever died one after another.

Lin Guang mechanically arranged the things in front of him one by one. He remembered where these things came from, who they came from, and for whom they existed. There were gifts, return gifts, and everything. These were all things that belonged to the past, and all that belonged to Lin Guang.

They had troubled Lin Guang before because he didn't know how to preserve them, and now that they were standing in front of him like this, they became an even greater problem.

How he should deal with them properly, Lin Guang didn't know.

"Then think about it. After all, only the living will remember the dead."

These words seemed to wake Lingguang from his confusion. He looked over and saw that Xiyue was already sitting casually on the ground, playing with some delicate or rough wood carvings or sculptures. He looked nonchalant, but his movements of picking up and putting down were just right and careful.

"You should remember that."

Lin Guang nodded.

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"You're not very good at playing the pipa. I heard there's a custom of playing music to bid farewell to someone after they die. Since you feel it's important to remember him, why not play a song for him too?"

This was actually a very bad idea, and Gyoyue regretted it the moment he said it, but Rinkou listened to it. The boy needed something else to distract himself, and at that time neither of them thought about what would happen next.

So Rinko picked up the pipa, sat there, and just played slowly, one note after another. Indeed, even compared to the first time that Xiyue heard it, Rinko had improved a lot. The melody had taken shape, and every note was in the most appropriate position.

But the song was not finished.

In fact, he had finished playing it, but Lin Guang just sat there and played it over and over again. He played the songs he had learned over and over again. Even the vast Infinite City was briefly filled with such tunes, as if the boy hoped that people who were not here could also hear such songs.

There are no gods in the world, no heaven above, and no hell underfoot. Xiyue doesn't know where the dead go, and he guesses that Lingguang doesn't know either, so he plays the melody over and over again, hoping that the notes will float farther until Yuhu can hear them.

Until suddenly, it came to an abrupt end.

This time it was even quieter, and there was not even a sound of breaking. After just one string sound, the performance stopped. Xiong Yue stopped guessing and looked at Ling Guang, expecting to see something unexpected, such as the boy crying, or the boy about to make a fuss, or the other party had calmed down. He thought that some emotion must have swept Ling Guang and caused the music to stop.

But neither of them is the case. It is a more objective reason.

In Lin Guang's hands.

Nothing.

Xiong Yue even paused for a moment, his mouth opened, wanting to say something, but he didn't even know which word to say. At that moment, he felt that Lin Guang was actually very unlucky.

"Mingnu asked me what the plectrum was made of before. She said it looked good and was very good to use. I thought, of course it's good, more than good, it's the best plectrum in the world, because it's made from the drumstick that Zeng Potian gave me. Zeng Potian said that he made the drumstick himself and it's as hard as his bones. I don't have to worry about it breaking at all."

Lin Guang raised his hand, but this time he did not move stiffly. His hand subconsciously clenched, and then slowly loosened when he realized that his palm was empty.

"He's right, just like Yu Hu, they're all right. This thing is harder than my head."

Gyoyue is not good at comforting people, and even less good at persuading. The separation of life and death is something he expects and has been experiencing all the time, so he does not understand Rinko and cannot empathize with him. To be honest, he is actually a little confused.

Compared to humans, ghosts have weaker emotions and their relationships are more cold and distant. The departure of these two upper-rank ghosts is actually a good thing for him. The vacancy of the upper-rank ghost position is undoubtedly a signal that he has the opportunity to become a more powerful ghost.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't understand why Rinkou looked so shocked.

"You are just too well protected."

This is Gyoyue's conclusion. Because Rinko is Upper Rank Zero, he is already strong enough and safe enough. He is valued by Muzan and protected by the Upper Ranks. He doesn't have to worry about anything, so he is so sad. Even the departure of the two Upper Ranks makes him so helpless.

Even though he has lived for hundreds of years, he is still like a child in the end.

Simple and stupid.

"It makes sense."

Lin Guang sat there, quiet and obedient, and finally nodded.

This kind of obedience made Xiao Yue feel a long-lost anger. For a moment, he couldn't even tell where the anger came from.

"Who asked you to agree with any truth? They're dead, so they're dead! You're still alive! That's what's important, you know? What's your business if someone else lives or dies? Don't act like you're to blame for their death. They're dead, so they're dead. You didn't kill them, and you didn't cause them to die. They died because they weren't capable enough! Whether you want to remember them or not, being alive is the most important thing, got it, brat?"

Until the boy's collar was grabbed, his feet left the ground, the roar completely surged out of his throat, and his anger was completely poured out, Xiao Yue belatedly realized where his anger came from.

Because in their repeated eye contact, he realized that there was never any trace of himself in Lingguang's eyes.

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[Tips: It may seem a little strange, but my understanding is this...Xiao Yue is angry because

Lin Guang never paid attention to himself, which made Xiao Yue very irritated and sad. One reason was that he subconsciously paid attention to him after being given so much attention for a long time, and the other was that it was like a judgment on him. It felt like there was someone who only had eyes for him, and another who had eyes for everything except himself.