How to be a mother to Shanyi

Chapter 27 Bandaging

When my wife Shanyi said this, Yan Yue had already decisively gone to the next door, so he didn't care about the voices behind him, because in his opinion, the left and right were just a waste son and his mentally handicapped teammates arguing a few words , will mention that he is just some useless nonsense, it doesn't matter whether you listen or not.

There is no electric light in the house. In the Taisho period, the industry was just emerging, and only the bustling towns would be powered on. It is not easy to have a doctor resident in a wisteria house like this one located in the deep mountains. What's more, the geographical location is not so safe. If it becomes the only light source in the deep mountains and old forests, it may attract some light-dispelling creatures—ghosts are not impossible.

Candles are used for lighting, weak but warm. After entering the house, Huang Yue lighted up a night light with ease, and with the faint warm light, he glanced roughly at the room.

It's deserted, but the corner is still clean. The tatami mats exude a coolness that has been unoccupied for a long time, and it is refreshing on a summer night. There is a futon in the center, which was probably prepared by the old lady just now when he stayed next door. In the middle of the quilt A bathrobe was also folded, which was the same style as those three people were wearing.

Yan Yue's actions have always been relatively neat. He quickly changed the blue-patterned haori and the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad on his body, stacked them squarely into right-angled tofu cubes, and finally pressed the sun wheel knife on the top and piled them together on the pillow beside.

He has been spinning around killing ghosts for the past few days, running here and there, even with the energy of a young man of this age, he has long been tired, wishing he could just get under the covers and sleep in the dark, but the three next door can fall down He went to sleep, but Huang Yue still had to stay awake while yawning, waiting for the old lady of the Wisteria family to bring him wound medicine and bandages.

The loose cuffs of the kimono were picked up and hung on the elbows, revealing a section of snow-white gauze showing a little red, and the gauze was torn apart round and round, revealing the wounds that had been hidden under the uniform for a long time. in the air.

Superficial scratches, the skin looks scary, but it is actually a skin trauma, so after the last mission, he simply wrapped the bag, and he didn't bother to "hidden" the doctor. After all, it was Murata who was seriously injured. Among the slow-moving people, Yue Yue himself is Lei Hu with an advantage in speed, and his strength is more than a step stronger than them. Killing only ghosts with blood ghost skills will not make him look miserable.

The slight injury was due to the fact that the ghost's blood ghost technique also had a bit of an advantage in speed, and it was just a counterattack when he was dying-but he couldn't do anything except scratch Zhang Yue's arm .

But this also made Huang Yue have a stronger desire for strength from the bottom of his heart. To what extent can he kill ghosts without injury?Class B, Class A, or "Pillar"?

Yan Yue used his fingertips to slowly circle the hanging gauze, and his green eyes slowly emptied. During the short period of time waiting for the wound medicine to arrive, his thoughts drifted farther and farther—whether the "Pillar" had How strong?

Tomioka Giyong killing ghosts is like chopping vegetables. As soon as the blue water splashes through, no ghosts can come out of the cold blue with the second trick. Mr. Kuwashima is the former Naruju, although half of his leg has been removed. It was amputated due to injury, leaving behind a dazzling wooden prosthesis to replace the half limb, but it was still able to beat him and Shanyi to the ground during training. The power of "Pillar" is unquestionable, and his words...he who can't even learn the simplest form, does he have a chance to become a "Pillar"?

The power of the gods relies more on artifacts, and Yato doesn't look very reliable when he is empty-handed, but if he holds an artifact, according to the guy's own bragging, he can cut off the alliance of several high-ranking gods in Gao Tianyuan.Although Yue Yue thinks he is boasting, if he is really strong to this extent, why is he so downcast that he has no incense in the shrine and can only do handyman for humans to continue the bond?

Simply these are still a bit far away for the current Huang Yue. Even if he has been a workaholic for more than half a year, he can barely touch the threshold of the "C" level. As a half-sacred weapon, it can only draw a "line" to retreat monsters... even the "line" can only intercept monsters, and has no effect on the life on the other side.

——The more I think about it, the more irritable I become. What is the use of the identity of "artifact" besides causing him the trouble of being forcibly named by the gods?The other side can't interfere with the other side, even if you want to find a god to kill ghosts, you can only let the people of the ghost killing team fill in with their lives.

Huang Yue let out a "tsk" impatiently, his mind was in a mess, thinking from Zhu to God, then from God to himself, and finally cleared his mind, until the old woman of Wisteria Hua's family put the wound medicine outside the door, and reminded him in a respectful tone. After leaving, he got up with the last piece of bandage on his arm that was not removed, opened the door, and picked up the medicine box that had fallen safely on the ground with one hand.

And almost at the same time as his fingers touched the medicine box, the door of the room next door where the useless son and his mentally handicapped teammates lived also opened with a "swish", and a messy golden-haired head poked out from inside, looking nervously at the room. come over:

"Brother, are you injured?"

"...It's nothing to do with you, go to sleep."

Yan Yue glanced at him blankly, picked up the medicine box on the floor and turned back to the room.

——It is estimated that the sound of delivering the medicine was heard just now. The useless son’s ears are too good, but this is not good. As long as you get closer, no matter what he does, he will have no privacy. Talking is also healing, as if everything will be fine The same as what is hidden, Huang Yue is not lightly guarded. Although he is not too vigilant towards my wife Shanyi, it does not prevent him from feeling a little nervous.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, my wife Shanyi followed him into the room very consciously before he closed the door with his backhand. The medicine box in Yue's hand:

"I'll get this one. Senior brother, why didn't you tell me you were injured? If Tanjiro hadn't smelled blood on your body, I wouldn't have known that you were still wounded. It's always been like this before. I never talk about the injury, and I only know when I hear you secretly bandaging yourself..."

The blond boy was chattering under the candlelight, and his expression was not as exaggerated as when he was crying or screaming. He lowered his eyes steadily, and the golden-brown pupils came out from under the orange-red eyelashes reflected by the candlelight. After passing the box, he quickly took out the gauze and wound medicine from the medicine box, and quickly tore the snow-white gauze into strips, still muttering incessantly:

"Fortunately, Tanjirou's nose is very useful. I just heard the sound of the old woman delivering medicine. Speaking of which, brother, I think this old woman is terrible. It seems that the clothes and the room are prepared in an instant, just like It's a monster's spell—...well, I don't know why, but I feel that the old lady doesn't look like a monster anymore, and I always feel that monsters don't look like this, but why do I know what a monster should look like?"

Of course it's because you've seen monsters, and even killed them, but you just forgot, trash son.

——However, this cannot be said.

"A lot of nonsense."

Baoyue propped his face, sitting opposite each other with a flat expression. At this time, there was only a medicine box between the two of them, and the candlelight reflected on each other's faces. It was not as noisy as when I was asking the "ghost in the box" next door, and it was so quiet that it didn't seem like a place where my wife Shanyi was present.

Huang Yue also felt a sense of inexplicable discomfort, so he was silent for a few seconds in such a weird atmosphere, and then deliberately said in an impatient tone: "What are you doing here? I told you to go back to sleep, and at this time the ears can't hear again." Yet."

"What an exaggerated statement!!!"

Unsurprisingly, my wife Shanyi's voice soared, and she immediately began to accuse loudly: "Excessive! Cold-blooded! Ruthless! It's obviously senior brother, you deliberately hid the wound and didn't tell it! The wound has not been treated But it will become serious. If you go to kill ghosts with this kind of wound, what should you do if there is an accident, what if you accidentally die!! Senior brother doesn’t pay attention to his body at all! Even the junior brother’s concern should be ridiculed, too much, so good Excessive! I want to write a letter to tell Grandpa!!!”

"Noisy!"

Yan Yue couldn't help frowning again, he was starting to regret what he said just now to interrupt the weird atmosphere - although the atmosphere has become normal, Shanyi, this trash is really too noisy ?

Still want to tell the teacher?Is it a primary school student? How can a trash son want to report on his mother?

"Bring it up again and get ready to be beaten, trash."

So Huang Yue immediately threatened, and then urged and sarcastically said:

"Be quicker with your hands and feet. It takes a long time to tear off the gauze. Wait until it's almost dawn. You really can't see Leihu's speed at all—except when you're running away, heh."

"...unreasonable."

My wife Shanyi murmured, but because the senior brother is still an injured patient waiting to be bandaged, she is not going to quarrel with the wounded patient (although the senior brother will definitely not be able to quarrel with him), holding the small porcelain bottle containing the wound medicine in her palm, and resting on her arm. Looking at the snow-white gauze torn into strips, he moved forward angrily, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Where's the wound?"

Huang Yue didn't speak any more, as if he restrained all the thorns on his body, he didn't open his mouth to ridicule, and he didn't deliberately sarcasm. Looking at his good-for-nothing junior exclaimed, "It looks so painful", then he grinned as if a wound was on his body, and wrapped the brand new gauze round and round.

"..."

The air became quiet again. It was not until my wife Shanyi tied the last piece of gauze into a small bow that Yan Yue unhurriedly withdrew his arms, and the sleeves hanging between his elbows also hung down, barely covering him. This piece of white, as if nothing happened just now, calmly pushed people away: "Now, you can go back to your room and sleep."

However, my wife Shanyi opened her eyes in disbelief, pointed to the remaining gauze and shouted: "Why did you drive me away so quickly?! You don't just throw it away after you use it up, it's too much Is it a little bit?! At least I have to bandage all the wounds!!"

"Huh? It's already an accident to get one injury. You think I'm a piece of trash like you, how many ribs do you have to break to kill a ghost?"

Huang Yue also frowned, his eyes swept over the trash son, and paused under his ribs: "I just heard from that old woman that all three of you have broken ribs, you must be the one with the most broken ribs, right?"

"No! I only broke two! It's the least!"

My wife Shanyi immediately retorted unconvinced:

"And isn't senior brother's rib broken? If it's not broken, there must be a wound! I saw it when senior brother bent over just now. There was a big red spot under his rib, and he wanted to pretend that nothing happened!"

Yan Yue: "..."

Did you see it when you bent over?Under the ribs?What a big piece of red?

The corner of Yan Yue's mouth twitched immediately.

"That's not a wound... don't worry about it, go back to sleep quickly."

"Cheating again!"

However, my wife Shanyi didn't believe it at all. It was probably because Huang Yue was in a good mood once in a while, and there was no murderer, which gave him the illusion that "I can also control the senior brother". He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the kimono collar of his senior brother:

"That big red spot is not a wound, could it be a tattoo? If senior brother doesn't bandage it properly, I will write to grandpa!"