Demon Slayer: Half-Step Author Mirror, You Won't Tell Me?

[Healing towards] Completing regrets [All members survive] including no misfortune (only survival guaranteed) There was thin snow floating in the air, and there were two people, old and young, sitting in front of the door. "It was a warm and harmonious New Year's Eve. The Kiritani family welcomed their first guest, a hungry ghost." "What then? Uncle" the child looked expectantly. "Then let out another ghost." "Can he also eat people?" Wu Kuan held the cigarette between his broken fingers, brought it to his mouth and took a deep breath. "He—eat me." "If you give me another chance, I will explode every cell in that kid's body." Wu Kai hit the wall hard with the palm of Dingdang Cat's hand! "Want to eat your ghost?" "It's the New Year's Eve ghost." The child grew taller, and in Wuhan's round pupils, he casually opened Wuhan's fingers. "I thought it was going to blow me up." Wuxian's remaining two fingers trembled, and half of the cigarette butt fell to the ground. "You, you, you, you, why are you still not dead after 300 years!" "Have you forgotten? I'm a ghost too. Let's go! Follow me to Lord Zhushi's place to draw some more blood. There's been a plague recently, and I'm waiting for your blood to cure the disease." "No! No! Who draws 300,000CC of blood!" "Oh, just give it a few hundred more strokes. Maybe you'll go to heaven when you die." Muzan jumped up on one leg, but Naoto Kiritani grabbed his ankle in the air and pulled him to the ground, dragging him to death like a dog, leaving shallow traces on the ground covered with thin snow.