Ghost Slayer: My Wife Kanao

"I thought, let's sit down and have a good talk?" Sam Miller proposed seriously to Kanae Kocho.

Kanae frowned tightly. She had always felt some sympathy for ghosts, but this one had once hurt her sister, which was something she could not tolerate.

"Sister, you can talk to him," a clear voice sounded behind her, prompting Kanae to turn her head. After looking at her sister for a moment, she nodded to Sam, "Okay, then I will talk to you."

Sam smiled and naturally approached Kanae, holding hands.

Kanae squinted slightly but kept her hand on the hilt of her sword. She wasn't ready to let her guard down against the ghost yet.

She couldn't afford to let her guard down.

Previously, a moment's negligence had nearly resulted in her sister's harm. She would not make the same mistake again.

Ignoring Kanae's vigilance, Sam sat on the ground in front of the two sisters. At the same time, he reached out, and Kanao Tsuyuri naturally settled into his arms.

Kanae observed the girl quietly staying in the ghost's arms, revealing a pensive look.

"Miss, please sit down, if you don't mind that this is just a grassy field," Sam offered with a gentle smile.

"Hmph."

Shinobu Kocho snorted heavily and naturally knelt down opposite Sam, her short legs tight together, her slim and delicate body straight.

Kanae hesitated slightly but then joined her sister and knelt down. Compared to her sister's short legs, Kanae's were slender and straight.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Kanae asked, skepticism in her eyes.

What could a ghost possibly discuss with members of the Demon Slayer Corps?

Sam shrugged helplessly, pointed at himself, and said with a wry smile, "As you can see, I am a ghost, and you belong to the Demon Slayer Corps, which specializes in hunting ghosts..."

"If you want to persuade us to stop hunting ghosts, then I'd advise you not to waste your effort," Shinobu interrupted before Sam could finish.

"It's a bad habit to interrupt before someone finishes talking," Sam smiled at Shinobu, gently correcting her behavior.

Shinobu turned her head away, clenching her small fists slightly. "It's really embarrassing to be reprimanded by a ghost, especially in front of my sister."

Kanae rubbed her sister's head, sensing that her sister's emotions toward this ghost were somewhat different.

In fact, it didn't feel like she was treating him as a ghost at all, but rather... as a friend.

"A ghost, regarded as a friend by my sister in such a short time—what did this ghost do?" Kanae wondered.

Sam, however, continued without concern for Kanae's thoughts. "What I want to express is very simple: I have no grievances or enmity with your Demon Slayer Corps, and I have no intention of being an enemy. I also don't want the members of the Demon Slayer Corps to trouble me."

He expressed his intentions clearly.

Kanae's beautiful brows furrowed unconsciously, and after a moment, she quietly asked, "Have you... ever eaten people?"

Sam was taken aback and felt a bit speechless, and at the same time, slightly helpless.

There was no way around it; in common perception, all ghosts were cannibals, without exception.

He shook his head.

Kanae obviously didn't believe it.

"Can you restrain the ghost's instinct?" she asked.

"If you're talking about cannibalism, I definitely won't do such a thing," he stated firmly. Once a human, even if he became a ghost, how could he ever do such a thing?

Kanae didn't say anything, pressing her hand on the scabbard, drawing the cold blade out.

Sam's heart tightened, fearing Kanae would attack.

Even Shinobu beside him opened her mouth, ready to speak.

But then, both he and Shinobu froze.

Kanae didn't attack him; instead, she gently cut her arm with the blade, creating a long, thin wound on her fair skin. Strands of bright red blood dripped down.

Then, naturally, Kanae waved her bleeding hand in front of him, blood dripping steadily.

The air became tinged with the smell of blood.

As for Sam, when he smelled the blood in the air, he faintly felt a restlessness in his heart—the ghostly instinct, the desire for blood.

However, he firmly suppressed this ghost instinct.

Whatever the ghostly instinct might be, he was the one who had to act on his will.

Even if he became a ghost, he still wanted to live in a human way.

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