Chapter 12 : I feel for your pain , Ubuyashiki Teruto ...​​​​​

Ubuyashiki Teriya looked at the two people walking towards them .​​​

They were wearing the same black and white haori , but the silver - haired young man was thinner and looked more gentle , with a faint smile between his eyebrows . He was the type that made people like him at first sight .

It is impossible for such a person to have no friends in the Demon Slayer Corps .

He shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the real person who was half a step behind Bo Yezhu intentionally or unintentionally .

Compared to the divinity that comes from the family bloodline inherited by Bo Yezhu , Zhenren has a completely different inhuman feeling , with cold gray - blue eyes . Even though his face is no different from that of a human , the first feeling he gives people is one of incongruity .

He does not belong to the human category .

But when he stood next to Bo Ye Zhu , he instantly integrated himself perfectly into the human group .​​​

It is impossible for these two people to remain unknown in the Demon Slayer Corps for three years , even judging by their appearance .

What went wrong that made everyone ignore their existence intentionally or unintentionally ?​​​​

Ubuyashiki Teriya had a smile on his face that was similar to his sister's . The two children looked exactly the same except for their hair color . They stood on the left and right , looking at the approaching Usoba Nagisa .

The real person , holding the red umbrella , stopped three steps behind .

" Mr. Ubuyashiki , " Ubuyashiki Teriyachi began , recounting the sudden mission from the shrew . " I 'd like you to go to the back mountain and check for any cannibals beyond the swordsmen 's control . "​​​

Bo Ye Zhu was stunned . Is it beyond the swordsman's ability to handle ?

He looked hesitant and asked , " At what level is it considered beyond the reach of a swordsman ? "

The white- haired girl in a kimono looked at him and said , " You'll know once you two enter the back mountain . "

The final selection will be held for seven days and seven nights . If they can find the ghost that is beyond the swordsman's ability to handle tonight , it will not affect the result of the final selection .

However , Bo Yezhu subconsciously turned around to look at the real person , and the real person was also looking at him . His gray- blue eyes moved , and his gaze was particularly deep among the wisteria flowers .

When they participated in the final selection three years ago , they didn't encounter a single ghost for seven days and seven nights .

At that time , Bo Yezhu was still confused and discussed with the real person whether he should take the initiative to catch a few ghosts to prove his strength .

But the real person stopped him , saying meaningfully : " No matter how hard Ah Zhu looks , those ghosts wo n't come . "

Receiving Usugaba Nagisa 's gaze , Masato finally shifted his gaze slightly and looked at Ubuyashiki Teriya , explaining , " Ghosts will automatically avoid Nagisa 's presence . If we go there , there 's no way we 'll find any ghosts . "​​

When Ubuyashiki Kanata heard this information for the first time , he hesitated for a moment and looked at his younger brother beside him .

Ubuyashiki Teriyachi seemed to have known this information for a long time . He was not surprised when he heard it , but nodded . " My lord, I hope there will be no casualties tonight . "

Bo Yezhu was confused by what he heard . He felt that these people were playing guessing games . Why did n't there have to be any casualties tonight ?

It sounds like the lord also knows that there is something wrong with him .

" In that case , we will come out after dawn . " The real person walked forward , took the hand of Usoba Nagisa openly , and withdrew his gaze from Ubuyashiki Teriyaki .​​

Ubuyashiki Teriyaki watched the two people walking towards the back mountain without saying anything for a long time .

The older sister beside him frowned slightly : " They do n't have any weapons . "

" No , the red umbrella in the master's hand is a weapon . " Huiliya explained to his sister . Kanata didn't know about the conversation between the lord and Uroba Nagisa and others during the day .

" That 's one of the family heirlooms of the Bo Ye family . " The black-haired boy was a little confused .

When that ancient family completely retired and left the stage of history , the only thing still known to the world was the red umbrella .

It is said that when you encounter a ghost , you can turn the red umbrella and see the gods of Takama - ga - hara outlined in dark red lines on the umbrella .

The Red Umbrella has nine turns and three hundred gods , each of which was carved with blood by our ancestors with their entire lives .

When Bo Yezhu is 22 years old , he will inherit the mission of his ancestors and carve the gods that belong to him .

He heard these from his mother , Ubuyashiki Tenon , and there were also some records in the family books . Ubuyashiki Teriyaki was puzzled as to how Ubuyashiki Nagisa could have handed the precious red umbrella to the real person so easily .​​

What kind of trust can make him feel at ease to hand over everything to the real person at any time , whether it is precious external objects or his own back .

What kind of friendship would make the unfathomable real person worry about the safety of Bo Ye Zhu all the time , and even expose his inhuman identity to seek more protection from the Demon Slayer Corps .​​

Ubuyashiki Teriyachi raised his pupils and took a deep breath .​​​​

On the other side , Bo Ye Zhu and Zhenren were walking on a small path in the back mountain . The moonlight fell on the leaves , leaving a light and shallow imprint on the road ahead .

Bo Ye Zhu still held the small lamp in his hand , his hair ruffled by the breeze . He asked the immortal , " Did n't you say before that my blood is thin ? Why do ghosts avoid me ? "

There was obvious confusion on his face , and there was nothing unusual about the ghosts they encountered when they were on missions before .

" What they are avoiding is the umbrella . " The real person raised the red umbrella to show him .

Bo Ye Zhu stared at the umbrella and suddenly realized : " Oh , that's right , we also brought umbrellas when we participated in the selection . "

That made sense . Bo Yezhu did n't hesitate any longer , gave the lamp to Zhenren , and took the umbrella .

The warm umbrella handle still carried the warmth of the young man 's palm . Bo Yezhu opened the red umbrella , spun it , and said to the immortal , " Quick , shine the light here . "

Just as they reached an open space , the moonlight fell , making it suddenly much brighter . Bo Yezhu looked at the light and nodded with satisfaction : " Look , it hasn't faded . "

The real person held up the lamp to facilitate his observation . When he heard his words , he also raised his eyes , and his eyes fell on the umbrella with a complicated look .

The umbrella has nine folds , and on the two folds of the tenth fold , there is a vivid depiction of a real person .

The first nine turns of the umbrella are densely packed with portraits of gods .

At the tenth turn , Bo Ye Zhu generously used two folds of the umbrella to carefully depict the real person 's eyebrows and eyes on it .

The bloodstains have dried up and are hidden under the calm umbrella surface . Only when the ghostly aura appears will the real umbrella surface appear .

After becoming a cursed spirit , there should be no concept of heartbeat , after all, even the human heart has been lost .

His gray- blue eyes reflected a warm glow under the warm yellow light , and his eyes were faintly imprinted with the lifelike portrait of the cursed spirit on the umbrella .

But if you look more closely , there are some messy lines under the first fold of the umbrella , which seems to be an abandoned draft .

Bo Yezhu has been learning painting since he was a child . His paintings are very good . The smiles and frowns of the people he painted seem to be right in front of him .

" My painting is very good, right ? " The cheerful voice from three years ago seemed to ring in my ears again .

There was a strong wind tonight , and the branches were swaying and shadows were moving . The silver-haired boy was sitting lazily in the house , and suddenly he looked at the blue -haired young man who was pouring tea for him .

He stared for a long time until the other person noticed , raised his head and smiled at him .

" What's wrong ? " the real person asked him . " Is there something on my face ? "

The young boy , Bo Ye Zhu, was leaning on the couch , his silk gown hanging loosely on his waist . He paused for a moment before answering , " Nothing , I just think you look pretty . "

His eyes turned , and he seemed to have come up with a good idea . He sat up and said , " Master , let me draw a picture for you ! "

He got off the couch and urged the master to go to the bedroom and get the red umbrella that he had locked in the cabinet .

The master got up and did as he was told . After taking some effort to get the red umbrella from the bedroom , he returned to the study . As he approached , he smelled a strong smell of blood .

The curse spirit almost lost his balance and pushed the door open violently .

But he saw Bo Yezhu took out a plate from somewhere , cut a wound on his wrist , and drained half of the blood .​

The white porcelain plate and the shiny blood can drive a real person crazy in an instant .

" What are you doing ! "

The young boy , Bo Yezhu , was not in a hurry . He raised his head and smiled soothingly : " Give me the umbrella . I 'll draw for you . "

What kind of painting requires a person who is already in poor health to bleed so much ?

Zhenren pursed his lips , regretting agreeing to his request to paint .

He stared intently at the blood dripping into the plate , holding the red umbrella in his hand until Bo Yezhu breathed a sigh of relief : " It's done , help me bandage it . "

The boy 's already slender wrist had turned pale . The real person bandaged it carefully , his lowered eyes almost glued to the bandage that was constantly oozing blood .

" Do n't do this next time . " He spoke in a hoarse voice .​​

The young boy , Bo Ye Zhu, touched his face and looked at him with his orange eyes : " No , this is the only way . "

He asked the real person to open the umbrella , dipped the pen in the blood , sat in front of the umbrella , turned around nine times , and showed a distressed expression on his face .

Finally, he wrote without hesitation between the two folds .

In fact , there was already a scribbled portrait of the real person on the first fold .

He was not satisfied , so he simply repainted the real person , occupying two large folding umbrella surfaces . As for how future generations would view it , he did n't care .

As Bo Ye Zhu drew the image of the cursed spirit that had been engraved in his mind , he spoke to the real person : " Once you finish this , you can exist forever in human form . People can see you or not . "

Smooth lines immediately outlined his handsome face . Bo Yezhu murmured , " Even after a hundred years , when I die , the real person will not be lonely . "​

The real person has been wandering in this world for a long time , so long that he has almost forgotten all human emotions . His thinking is increasingly tending towards that of a cursed spirit , and his joy, anger, sorrow , happiness and hatred are as distant as his previous life .

He is no longer a human being .

The wind that night was beating against the window . He looked at Bo Yezhu who was copying the painting seriously. A smile appeared on the boy's pale face , and his heart seemed to be strangled by someone .

It is obvious that the cursed spirit no longer has human emotions and organs , so why does he still have the urge to cry ?

From the day that Bo Ye Zhu knew that he had never been seen by anyone , he began to think about the possibility of painting a real person as a god into the umbrella .

One day , he secretly took some blood and quickly and messily painted the real person 's appearance on the first fold , occupying only a very small part .

From that day on , the real person could be seen by everyone .

The neighbor thought the man was his new servant .

But this amount of blood is not enough for Zhenren to exist forever among humans . Bo Yezhu understands the taste of loneliness . He thinks that it would be too pitiful if Zhenren had to wander the world alone again after a hundred years .

If he cannot always accompany the real person , then let others take his place , many years later , when he and his ancestors rest in peace in the wilderness .​​

It was also from that moment that Zhenren made up his mind to take Bo Yezhu to see the world outside the courtyard .

The blood that night was so thick that it attracted cannibal ghosts and the Demon Slayer Corps .​

The young boy Bo Yezhu did not understand that pity is the beginning of love .

Because of love , I worry about everything about him and want to do my best to solve his troubles .