Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The name is God's Hand... "

With this name, and also in line with the energy level of Demon Slayer, Lin Heng quickly searched in his mind, and finally locked on the figure of a crazy scientist.

Lin Heng's mouth curled up.

Found it!

The one that can match it should be the imperial tool in "Kill! Red Eyes".

The original user is Dr. Fashion, and the imperial tool is called "God's Hand". It is not good at fighting, but an auxiliary imperial tool. The ability is to trigger the precise movement of the fingers hundreds of times.

In the original work, with the imperial tool "God's Hand", Dr. Fashion is proficient in human body modification, and can even form an army alone to attack the protagonist group Night Raid at night.

However, in the Demon Slayer Corps, only the powerful healing ability has been shown so far, and the functions of transforming people and making weapons should not have been discovered. Lin Heng narrowed his eyes to make a judgment.

If the functions of the God's Hand are fully opened, the human side will definitely not be so weak. Is it the influence of the world rules?

There is too little information to draw an accurate conclusion.

For a moment, the two people in the room fell into thinking. No one spoke, only the sound of music continued, and the atmosphere was a little subtle.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, continue playing music, and continue dancing."

I have almost understood everything I want to know. I patted Makijuro on the shoulder and livened up the atmosphere.

"Before we see the ghost, let's have a good time today."

With a forced smile, Makijuro adjusted his mood and raised his glasses.

Looking at Lin Heng who entered the viewing state in seconds, he was completely different from the calm and experienced person who was just trying to find out the secrets. Makijuro couldn't help but hesitate.

"Xiaozu, you came to Huajie, you can't just come here to play..."

"Why, you killed ghosts all your life, and died so early, I can't enjoy it?"

Lin Heng glanced at Makijuro unkindly and interrupted him directly.

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. Keep calm, Makijuro, the ghosts here are not ordinary stuff."

After a moment of shock, Makijuro retracted his casual expression, looked around and said solemnly.

"Xiaozu, you mean, could it be that the ghost hiding here is also one of the upper strings."

"Yes, and it's hidden among them."

Nodding slightly, Lin Heng looked at the whole row of kabuki dancing in circles in the room.

"But it costs a lot to see the real one. Let me make it clear that I am not just here for enjoyment..."

After sweeping away the food on the table, Lin Heng waved to the girl standing by.

"By the way, sister, my dad asked me to change a group of dancers, and these food also need..."

It's easy to say, but I spent all my money. The consumption here in Kyogokuya is very expensive.

Makijuro rolled his eyes depressedly, took another sip of wine, and looked at Lin Heng who was enjoying himself.

But in this way, Xiaozu is really pitiful. He has such a strong talent but died so early. When he woke up, hundreds of years had passed.

He is actually younger than Kyojuro.

Maybe Xiaozu has never experienced such a happy thing in his short life.

Thinking of this, Makijuro's eyes suddenly became kind.

"Hey, you are thinking about something rude in your heart, I have been very hard during this period.

Lin Heng is sensitive, and his whole body is frightened by Shinjuro's gaze.

"In order to help you adapt to breathing and face the upper strings, I really worry about it. "

To prove that he was not slacking off, Lin Heng patted the gourd on his body and handed it over.

"Take it, secret weapon, maybe it can save your life."

He has not been idle these days, following Gugu over mountains and hills to collect herbs, and prepared several simple detoxification pills according to the medical books collected in the residence of the Flame Pillar.

Although it is still not enough to deal with the fierce poison of Upper Six, it can support for a while.

Respectfully taking the gourd, Makijuro weighed the pills inside, and couldn't help but be a little surprised that the young ancestor actually knew this.

"I was in poor health before, and I did some research when I was bedridden. "

Lin Heng said absentmindedly.

This is a lie. In fact, it was all learned from the Flame Pillar.

Even though he was in poor health, he did not give up hope. He taught himself medicine to save himself...

Xiaozu, you have suffered too much!

Makijuro just fell for this, and he was even more affectionate and announced loudly.

"Xiaozu, please continue to enjoy yourself. Don't worry about other things.

Leave it to me."

"Oh, leave it all to you? Do you think I spend money lavishly just for my own enjoyment?

Lin Heng frowned and refuted.

"Bah! Superficial!"

Da, da, da.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and the madam asked respectfully outside the door.

"Excuse me, guest, is it convenient for you to come in?"

"It's convenient, please come in quickly."

Lin Heng raised his hand and responded politely.

The woman and several girls pushed the door open with a smile and entered one after another. The madam in the lead held Rengoku Makijuro's hand tightly as soon as she came in.

"This guest is really handsome, powerful, and extraordinary.

Our Kyogokuya's oiran Warabiji heard that your heroic appearance was very happy, and she must invite you to meet her today no matter what."

Oh, the real owner is finally going to show up?

Lin Heng sat upright like a primary school student waiting to watch the show.

"Ah? Haha, haha, is that so? It's an honor."

Makijuro's face flushed with drink, and he laughed heartily. He even turned the tables and took the old procuress's hand and walked out.

"I really must go and see Lady Warabiji. I heard that she is a rare beauty, haha..."

The old procuress was also shocked by the uncle's reckless and vulgar behavior, and her expression was slightly unnatural.

"Please go alone. The courtesan Warabiji is waiting for you in the room at the end."

The young lady next to him reached out and hugged Lin Heng.

"I wish you a wonderful night. As for the child, please rest assured to leave it to us to take care of it."

"Oh? Okay, okay, I'll go over right away, hehehe..."

What's going on? What's going on with this guy?

Lin Heng poked his head out of the abyss, stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Makijuro's clothes, and asked worriedly with bright eyes.

"Dad, are you drunk now? It's not good to go to see the oiran like this. You might scare her if you're not careful."

"Hahaha, hahaha, it's okay, I'm fine, I'm not drunk at all."

Makijuro retorted carelessly, and sang loudly while still drunk.

"The spring rain comes on the ferry, the umbrellas on the boat are high and low, the long night is filled with hearing, the wind hits the banana leaves and the rain hits the basin, the dream is hard to find..."

Makijuro walked in the corridor with his hands and feet dancing, pulled out the umbrella from under the table, opened it randomly and threw it around.

No one dared to stop him, and could only watch his back gradually walk towards the dark oiran house.

The little sister next to him looked at his back, and reluctantly covered Lin Heng's eyes, and pressed him back into her arms.

Lin Heng was controlled softly for 30 seconds, and could only secretly sweat for Makijuro in his heart.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not drunk...

Rather, hiccup~"

The man's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

"This is just right."