Demon Slayer, Miss Zhushi, I Really Am Not Your Son.

Early morning on weekends. Duanmucheng, who had successfully completed an all-nighter, stretched out comfortably, got up and walked to the big bed with his mobile phone. I don't know how much time passed. Duanmucheng felt his face was cold. He sat up and was about to reach out for his phone, but he only touched a piece of dry weeds. "Where did this come from for me..." "Or... Am I sleepwalking?!" Duanmucheng stood up from the ground and looked around, only to realize that he was still wearing rags and his figure had changed to what he had been when he was a child. "Did you stay up late and travel through time..." Duanmucheng raised his hand and pulled the rag on his body, feeling very speechless. You have just traveled through time travel, so why do you still have the service of rejuvenating people? Also... There won't be any golden fingers, right? At this time! In the distant mountain forest, a figure covered in blood and smelling of blood came towards this side step by step. "Sanlang... Yu... I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." "I shouldn't trust that person, let alone want to live..." Thinking of the desperate scene not long ago, Zhu Shi felt like she was falling into an abyss! She accidentally killed her husband and son! I am simply not worthy of being a human being... "Wuxian! It's all because of you. You lied to me. I will definitely kill you..." Thinking of the source of everything, Zhu Shi's eyes flashed with hatred that penetrated his bones. Suddenly, a small figure appeared in her eyes. "I wasn't dreaming, was that Yuu..." "Zhu... Zhu Shi?" "This is the world of demon destruction..." Duanmucheng couldn't help but feel shocked when he looked at the woman not far away who looked pale and disheveled but looked at him with surprise in her eyes.