The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the birds say early, why are you carrying your luggage...

The charcoal seller, who was only thirteen years old, carried his own charcoal-carried bamboo basket and turned around to say goodbye to Grandpa Sanlang.

It was already very late for him to sell the charcoal last night. When he passed by Grandpa Sanlang's house, Grandpa Sanlang called him and said it was too late and asked him to stay for one night on his own.

Also said,

"There will be ghosts at night!"

Does the man-eating ghost really exist?

The boy lying in the quilt did not believe it in his heart. He only thought it was Grandpa Sanlang whose family had passed away. He felt lonely alone, so he kept him at night.

Next time, I will call my brothers to accompany Grandpa Sanlang!

The boy recalled the ghost that Grandpa Sanlang said, suddenly thought of something and asked, "Grandpa Sanlang, ghost... will not enter people's homes, right?"

Grandpa Sanlang turned his back to the boy and knocked on the tobacco pole in his hand.

"No... ghosts will enter people's homes!"

The boy was surprised,

"Hey? Then won't everyone... be eaten by ghosts?"

The boy was huddled in the quilt, pretending to be scared.

"There are ghost hunters who will kill ghosts for everyone."

“Since a long time ago…”

Sleepiness came, and the boy closed his eyes.

A ghost hunter...a ghost hunter?

...

The boy was carrying a bamboo basket, thinking about how much charcoal he sold yesterday, and maybe he could add some new clothes to his younger brother and sister.

Thinking of this, the boy spit out a mouthful of white mist in the snow, his face filled with a happy smile.

But when the happy times are broken, they are always mixed with the smell of blood...

The boy's nose is very sensitive, several times higher than that of ordinary people.

So he smelled it, a smell of blood!

From the mountain...

The boy frowned and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Normal walking turned into running. Even after slid, I held my body up in the snow and continued to run towards home.

The familiar wooden house appeared in front of him, and the boy finally slowed down.

He gasped quickly, and blew out of his mouth with hot air.

Even in the cold snow, layers of sweat appeared on his face.

The smell of blood...it's even more intense!

The boy approached nervously, and the scene in front of him made him froze, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened and even forgot to breathe.

A thin figure lay at the door, and there was a dazzling scarlet under him!

"Ah...ah..." The boy opened his mouth, as if he had forgotten how to speak.

He hurried over,

"What happened?" The boy touched the body of his brother who was already cold and stiff, and was confused and frightened.

The boy raised his head and subconsciously looked into the house.

The miserable situation of his family was reflected in his eyes.

The boy looked into the room blankly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

But the large dazzling scarlet and the pungent smell of blood filled the nose.

Everything seems to be proving to him...

"Mom, Hanako... Takeo, Shiro..."

The boy's dull eyes swept across the bodies of his family, and then looked down at his arms.

"Sixth Mad..."

The boy's originally intelligent brain fell into chaos at this moment.

"By the way, where is Nezuko?" A ray of light seemed to rise in the boy's silent and dull gaze.

He did not see the body of his sister Nezuko!

Nezuko...is still alive!

"Nezuko!Nezuko..." The boy shouted and rushed into the room and started looking for it.

He subconsciously avoided the deaths of other family members and focused on looking for Nezuko's figure in the house.

He was escaping, and he was unwilling to believe it.

The boy's ability to withstand is limited, and everything that is happening in front of him is far beyond his ability.

"No, no..."

There was no Nezuko in the house.

The young man walked out of the house like a walking corpse, his eyes swept around dumbly.

“Nothing outside…”

The boy fell to the snow and turned his head stiffly.

How he hoped that everything in front of him was just his hallucination, or that it was just him having a nightmare.

His family was just in time and was looking at him in confusion in the house.

And the gentle mother would come out at this moment and ask herself with concern:

"Are you feeling tired? Tanjiro..."

However, the reality is cruel, and the scene he expected is the real illusion and... dream!

The boy looked inside the house and opened his mouth tremblingly, as if he had used all his strength.

He shouted loudly:

"ah!!!!!!"

A shrill howling resounded throughout the mountain.

On the side of the mountain, a cold young man wearing a two-color Hairou in half opened, suddenly looked up at the top of the mountain where the howling sounded.

Lower your head and speed up your pace!

...

...

"Hiss, it's really... it's hard to describe!" Minjia looked at the black roasted wolf legs in his hand, with a strange and complicated expression.

When you come to such a wilderness, why don’t you try it? There is no chance to try it in modern society.

Where is the wild hunting and barbecue?

There is no problem with the hunting part, as long as you have hands.

But why did the barbecue that is just fine with hands, but there was a little problem?

Minjia raised his hand and tore open the roasted wolf legs that had been carbonized on the outside, looking at the heat inside, and there was still a piece of bright red flesh and blood.

What's wrong with others?

Minjia looked up at the barbecue chef.

"Don't look at me, it's the first time I've baked something so big..." Lingyi turned her head and avoided Minjia's gaze.

Nezuko, who shrunk to the appearance of a seven-year-old child, looked at the piece of black charcoal that was assigned to her hand, tilted her head and thought for a while.

Then he opened his mouth tentatively and bit it.

A mouthful of bitter charcoal powder made Nezuko twist her cute face, spit out her blackened little pink tongue, and poop to the side...

"This thing can only be eaten by dogs..." Minjia threw the wolf's legs into the snow with disgust, leaving it to the wild wolf in the mountains.

He held the roasted wolf legs in one hand and grabbed a handful of snow in the other hand, and was stuffing it into his mouth, intending to use the snow to wash the bitterness in his mouth suddenly raised his head.

After looking at a small tooth mark on the roasted wolf's legs, I thought about what Minjia said just now.

The little head, who is not very smart, has great doubts.

I just ate it, so... am I a dog?

Wow?
To be continued...