Demon Slayer: After raising Shinobu, I died in front of her.

Having figured everything out, Ling Chuanche slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting Tamayo's once again.

The two sides stared at each other calmly, and the tension in the air gradually dissipated.

Ling Chuanche took a half step back and solemnly bowed deeply to Zhu Shi: "Thank you for saving me."

Then, he turned to Yushiro, who looked embarrassed, and bowed again to apologize: "I was very offended just now, I'm sorry."

Yushiro's expression finally improved. He gave a soft snort, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

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Chapter 49 One Month

Ling Chuanche looked down and examined his clothes. This was not his usual haori. Obviously, his previous battle robe had been completely destroyed in the deadly battle with Kokushibo. In its place was a clean and refreshing set of casual clothes.

He looked up, his gaze falling on Tamayo, and asked calmly, "Did you help me change my clothes?"

Tamayo was slightly taken aback. Before she could speak, Yushiro beside her instantly bristled, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "What nonsense are you spouting, you lecherous bastard! How could Lady Tamayo change your clothes! I changed your clothes!"

"Oh," Ling Chuanche replied indifferently.

"What do you mean by 'Oh'?!" Yushiro's eyes widened, his face flushed with anger. "You wouldn't actually want Lady Tamayo to change your clothes, would you?! If you dare to have such a filthy thought, I'll smash your head open and gouge your eyes out!"

Tamayo sighed helplessly, gently pressed Yushiro's shoulder, pulled him back behind her, and then gave Ayakawa Tetsu an apologetic smile.

Seeing that Lingchuan Che's expression was calm and he was not angry because of Yushiro's offense, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she was actually very scared.

She was afraid of Ling Chuanche, afraid that he wouldn't believe her, that he wouldn't believe what she said after seeing that she was a demon, and that he would then attack them.

After all, Tamayo had seen far too many swordsmen who deeply hated demons.

She knew deep down that she couldn't kill Muzan Kibutsuji on her own, and the Demon Slayer Corps, who also wanted to kill Muzan Kibutsuji, became her only hope.

But everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps was filled with hatred for demons and wished they could cut her in two on sight, so she dared not show herself in front of them easily.

She rescued Ling Chuanche because his immense strength gave her hope of defeating Muzan; he was the only human capable of directly confronting Upper Moon One.

But if he chooses to take action immediately after waking up, Tamayo has no chance of winning.

Fortunately, she won her gamble.

Or rather, her deepest intuition did not deceive her.

"You saved me, so I won't say any more words of thanks." Ling Chuan Che rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead and said seriously, "I am the Cang Bai Juyi of the Demon Slayer Corps, and I still have some say in the Corps. If you are willing, you can come back to the Demon Slayer Corps with me, and you won't have to hide from now on."

Let's work together to defeat Muzan Kibutsuji.

"How did you know we were hiding?" Yushiro couldn't help but interject, his face full of doubt.

He had never revealed his and Lady Tamayo's situation to this guy.

Ling Chuanche remained calm and analyzed logically: "As demons, you are enemies of Muzan Kibutsuji, and at the same time, because of your demon identity, you need to evade the Demon Slayer Corps. If you hadn't been hiding, you would probably have been wiped out by the two sides together long ago."

What a terrifying guy.

Tamayo's palms were slightly sweaty.

Whether it's his calm acceptance of the situation upon waking or his incisive analysis of the situation at this moment, it all proves how terrifying this man is.

Not only is their strength formidable, but their insight is also astonishing.

She took a deep breath, becoming even more certain that saving Ling Chuanche was the best decision she had ever made.

Tamayo pondered for a moment and asked, "Will the Demon Slayer Corps really accept our identities? After all, we are demons. Even if you believe in us, other humans may still be hostile towards us."

"Lady Tamayo! You're really going to join the Demon Slayer Corps?!" Yushiro turned around abruptly, and seeing that Lady Tamayo was actually seriously considering it, he immediately showed an expression of disbelief. "We're demons! Going there is like lambs to the slaughter!"

Neither Toru Ayakawa nor Tamayo paid any attention to Yushiro's exclamation.

Ling Chuan Tetsu smiled confidently: "You may not know much about my identity, but in the Demon Slayer Corps, I still have the final say."

Tamayo thought for a moment, then looked at him seriously: "I believe what you say. But the situation may be a little different from what you imagine now."

Ling Chuanche frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Tamayo tried to be as tactful as possible: "You may not be aware of your condition. In fact, you have been in a coma for eleven months."

In other words, the Demon Slayer Corps, and everyone you know, believes you have already perished.

Ling Chuanche froze on the spot, his pupils slightly contracting: "What did you say?"

Eleven months?

Nearly a year.

I can't believe I slept for so long!

He felt a sudden dizziness, and a sharp pain struck him instantly. He couldn't help but reach out and clutch his temples tightly.

He thought he had just taken a nap and had a long dream, and that so much time had actually passed in the real world...

Shinobu, Kanae, Sanemi, Kanao, Kagaya... how are you all doing now?

"Buzz..."

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, causing Ling Chuanche's legs to buckle and he collapsed to his knees, his face contorted in agony.

"What's wrong with you? Could it be a side effect of waking up?" Yushiro looked at the scene in shock.

Tamayo's expression immediately hardened, and she said sternly, "Yushiro, quickly go and bring over those sedatives!"

"Yes!"

Ling Chuanche clung tightly to the bedside, the desperate scenes in his dream playing out wildly in his mind.

The grief of her family, Shinobu's despair, Kanae lying in a pool of blood...

The image of Kanae lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling his name, appeared before Ling Chuanche's eyes. Veins bulged on Ling Chuanche's forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he felt a splitting headache and his heart stopped.

Tamayo quickly took a vial of medicine and precisely injected it into Ayakawa Tetsu's body.

Seeing that his condition had improved slightly and he was no longer trembling violently, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't be nervous, it's just some calming medication. Are you alright?"

Tamayo wanted to say something more, but when Ayakawa Tetsu slowly raised his head, she stopped talking instantly.

At this moment, Ling Chuanche looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his forehead covered with fine cold sweat, and the pain and determination in his eyes made her heart tremble.

"Miss Tamayo".

Ling Chuanche's voice was slightly hoarse, "I would like to ask you for a favor."

Tamayo was stunned.

She couldn't understand what had happened to make this incredibly powerful man in front of her ask her for help in such a tone.

Without hesitation, she nodded solemnly: "Okay."

Yushiro, standing behind, watched this scene with his teeth practically grinding to dust.

Chapter 50 Tong Mo

Ling Chuanche couldn't be sure what that long and desperate dream meant.

Was it merely a nightmare caused by severe injuries and unconsciousness, or a warning from heaven?

If it's the former, then it's just a false alarm.

But if it is the latter, if those scenes in the dream are the reality that will happen in the future, then Ling Chuanche has to seriously consider whether this is a chance given to him by heaven to defy fate and save everything!

He tried desperately to recall the details of Kanae's murder, but the dream was always blurry and fragmented.

He tried desperately to recall Kanae's face. In his dream, she didn't seem to have changed much, except that she looked a little taller than he remembered, and her eyes and brows showed more maturity and resilience. In his dream, perhaps only a few months or a year had passed.

Ling Chuanche desperately hoped in his heart that it was just his wild thoughts during his coma, just a nightmare, and that those tragedies were not real!

But at the same time, his rationality kept sounding alarm bells.

If that was truly the inevitable future, then God woke him up to give him a chance to deal with it and prevent it from happening!

He had to make sure Kanae was still alive, he had to confirm her safety with his own eyes!

The safest course of action now is to rush back to the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters immediately, but what if... what if something happens to Kanae while he's on his way back?

The stakes were too high; Ling Chuanche dared not gamble with her life.

Fortunately, he was familiar with Kanae's movements.

Since Kanae was promoted to Flower Pillar, the area she is stationed in and in charge of is a town dozens of kilometers away from the Demon Slayer Corps' base.

Ling Chuanche had been there several times, and the images in his dreams matched the architecture of that town.

Since we're too scared to gamble, let's just go there!

Lingchuan Tetsu's eyes gradually hardened. He had to set off immediately and get to Kanae's side before all of that happened!

......

As night fell, Kanae walked down the streets of the town in her jurisdiction. The girl wore a colorful butterfly-patterned haori and a red butterfly pendant hung from her waist.

He looked up at the sky, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.

After a whole night of patrolling, there are only two hours left until dawn, then I can go back.

Let's go back quickly.

Shinobu is about to be promoted to Pillar, and she doesn't want anything to happen to her at this crucial time.

A hint of sadness flashed across her eyes as she thought of something.

It's been a year.

It has been a year since my master left us, and in a month, it will be the anniversary of his death.

It seems I'm reminded of Ren's sorrowful expression again.

Thinking of her younger sister, who seemed to have become more obedient and sensible over the past year and was no longer willful, Kanae felt as if her heart had been gripped.

Her younger sister becoming more sensible should have been a happy thing, but the price was far too heavy for them. If she had a choice, she would rather Ren return to her original self.