Demon Slayer: Upper 0 seems to be a waste

Chapter 139 Suddenly

Lin Guang hasn't seen Yu Hu for some time.

The reason why he suddenly thought of this name was because his restless head suddenly began to imagine the future. By future, it didn't mean very far away. It was just that in his plan, after Hantengou, it should be Yuhu. When he realized this, Lin Guang realized belatedly that he hadn't seen the other person for a long time.

"Rinko."

His distracted thoughts were called back to life. Being distracted during a battle is almost an unforgivable sin. Fortunately, the price he paid was just a splash of the ghost hunter's blood on his face.

"Feel sorry."

Lin Guang put his thoughts aside for the moment and turned his attention back to the battlefield in front of him. His eyes swept across the scene in front of him, and the battlefield was clearly depicted in his mind. He could tell how many people were on the other side, where they were located, and where they would probably go. The vague points were marked on an even vaguer drawing. He stretched out his palm and landed on the corresponding drumhead. The stone dragon then chased after the ghost hunter as expected, and spit out thunder under the beating.

Senpo Ten had once said he found him useful, and Rinkou had initially thought it was just a consolation. Though it seemed unbelievable, he happily accepted the kindness. But as they spent more time together and worked together, he realized it wasn't just a compliment. To Kokushibo, Douma, and even Akaza, he was a liability, but to Senpo Ten, he could play a role. He could help Senpo Ten keep an eye on the battlefield, or he could help control the Skink Dragon to capture those demon hunters who had been overlooked or ignored.

If Lin Guang wanted, he could ride the Skink directly to the ghost hunters and become a member of the hunters on the battlefield. As a second best option, he could take Hanten Dog and hide in a place where even ghosts could not find them, and only show up again when everything was peaceful.

He was useful, quite useful.

In reality, the outcome of battles between humans and demons is often determined from the outset. Rinkou could tell the strength of his opponent with his own eyes. He didn't remember many powerful humans; the majority were ordinary swordsmen whose strength wasn't up to par with their status. And he, for one, could easily defeat that group, let alone the Upper Ranks.

So it was the same with this battle, the outcome was determined from the beginning.

To call it a battle is a bit of an exaggeration. It would be more appropriate to call it a massacre or a crushing, or even a meaningless attempt to shake a tree with an ant.

The ground was littered with corpses. Senpo Ten had been reserved, wanting to make his dinner presentable and easy to eat, so most of the corpses were just broken arms or heads, rarely crushed or exploded into fireworks. This was a good thing. While Senpo Ten enjoyed his dinner, Rinkou wandered the cemetery, doing the aftermath of cleaning up the battlefield. He was searching for a suitable Nichirin sword to practice with Kokushibo and for his own enjoyment. Most of his previous ones had been broken in battle with Kokushibo, or tragically killed by Akaza's fists. That wasn't a happy story. Even though Rinkou did gain something from that time, he still felt lost at the loss of those beautiful Nichirin swords. He only had a few intact ones left.

Pulling the blade out of a stiff hand is not an easy task for a human being. For Rinkou, even if the fingers are as hard as stone due to excessive force and because the person is dead, he can easily break the fingers and let the knife slip out of the hand.

It is not easy to find a complete knife. Most of them were broken or damaged in the meaningless battle. Lingguang searched everywhere but couldn't find a single one that could be put into the pot. This made him look a little frustrated when he walked in front of Zeng Potian.

"Do you know where Yu Hu went?"

The way Zonboten raised and lowered his eyes and remained silent made Rinko realize that he had clearly asked the wrong person. He wasn't the one who knew the whereabouts of the other Upper Ranks. Rinko scanned the area and accurately apprehended Hantengu, who was about to escape.

"Then do you know where Yu Hu went?"

The little old man was lifted up by the boy's collar and swayed in the air. His attitude was not very good, and his tone was even worse. It was said to be an inquiry, but it was more like some kind of "forced confession", as if if the old man could not give a reasonable explanation, the boy would immediately do something terrible to him.

"! Don't look at me like that! I told you! He's busy looking for clues about the ghost hunters! It was said that a pot was taken away by some swordsmen! So he's been trying to find out lately! That's why he doesn't show up much! I told you everything I know! Don't hurt me!"

The sharp and miserable screams did not weaken even though Hantengou's body became smaller. On the contrary, it seemed that because his body was shrunk, even the screams seemed even more shrill. Lingguang frowned slightly and put Hantengou on the ground. The next second, the other party disappeared.

When Lingguang turned around and prepared to look for Zeng Botian, the latter had disappeared. All that was left was the bloodstains that had not yet dried on the ground and the Sun Wheel Swords piled up in a mess.

"One or two are like this..."

Lin Guang put his hands on his hips and sighed deeply, then immediately set off to chase the old man who had disappeared.

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There is a reason why Rinko likes Hantengu.

Hantengou posed no threat to him. Although noisy and long-winded, he wasn't inherently bad. Precisely because of his timid nature, he wouldn't harbor any ill intentions towards him. As for his emotions, Rinkou could handle them, even if they constantly said things that didn't make him happy. And as for Zanbotian, he was an elder whom Rinkou loved very much. Perhaps it was because Zanbotian was tall and approachable, or perhaps it was because his first impression was truly reliable, and Zanbotian always had a visible preference for him, so Rinkou felt it was reasonable for him to want to stay here for a while.

"Little guy, wake up - I will definitely catch you this time!"

The premise is that I won’t be disturbed like this every night to the point that I don’t have time to think about anything else.

The head that popped out from the branches belonged to Kong Xi, and the hand that leaped up from the ground and pulled him off the branches belonged to Cola.

"Don't be in a daze, little kid. You're doomed to lose tonight."

This was the first time he heard this sentence, but Lin Guang felt that he would hear it many times in the future, and the ending might be the same.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop daydreaming and wake up. What's wrong? Are you starving and stupid? I told you something bad would happen if you kept not eating, but you still didn't believe me. Look, your brain is broken now. How do you fix it? Will a new one grow back if you tear it down?"

Cola's voice was cheerful, a laugh in it that didn't sound like a joke. It was a questioning tone, but it didn't seem to require an answer. The hand naturally grasped his neck, and Rinkou proved himself before the other party could actually force his head off.

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not crazy, so let's just say..."

Lin Guang reached out and pushed the hand away, then turned sideways and kicked Cola, using the force to escape from the dangerous embrace and land on the safe ground.

"I think you're the ones with broken brains."

Rinko put one hand on his waist and used the same tone that Akaza used to use to Douma to greet the two people in front of him, imitating their behavior and making a white gesture.

"Come on. The loser will have his head kicked off—"