Chapter 21

Shinichi suddenly covered his chest, a strong feeling of suffocation swept through his trachea, and it seemed that something was violently surging in his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat appeared clearly in his ears.

Veins popped out on Shinichi's face, neck, and forehead. He supported himself with one hand and held his collar tightly with the other hand, gasping for breath. The little Shiba Inu Enji was frightened by the change of his master and was anxiously shouting around him.

"You! You!... What did you do?!"

Grandpa Morimu slowly began to tell a story.

"More than four hundred years ago, the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps who were determined to slay demons created a breathing method, and successfully used the powerful breathing method to eliminate countless evil demons. In the early days of the breathing method, a large number of powerful swordsmen and countless powerful breathing methods emerged.

And the Forest Breathing that has been passed down from generation to generation in our Mori family also originated from that time. However, hundreds of years later, I have become the last heir of the Forest Breathing. Young man, what I want to tell you today is the ancestor who created the Forest Breathing."

There was a trace of sadness in the eyes of old man Morimu. He remembered the time when he first heard this story, which was also the happiest time of his life.

Opposite to old man Morimu, Shinichi's strong sense of suffocation was slightly relieved, but a feeling of fatigue gradually spread in his body.

"That ancestor was not an excellent swordsman at first. On the contrary, when he was young, he was more like a playboy who was uneducated. Until the day he became an adult, his character changed dramatically. He not only accumulated a fortune in just one year, but also revitalized the family, making the Mori family a famous wealthy family in Kyoto Prefecture.

Once again by chance, the ancestor learned that there were creatures called evil spirits in this world. At that time, the ancestor, who had already achieved success and fame, resolutely gave up his comfortable life and chose to become a swordsman. Then he created the Forest Breathing Method within a year."

Speaking of this, Mr. Morimu showed a proud look on his face, but it soon became dim.

"But it was when the ancestor was at his most high-spirited that a disaster occurred. On a snowy night, the ancestor disappeared on the road to slay demons. When the ancestor returned to the family, he... had already fallen into a demon..."

"What? Became a demon?" Shinichi, who originally didn't care about this story at all, heard that the ancestor of the Moriki family had become a demon, and his eyes widened immediately, not caring about the fatigue in his body.

"Yes, the pride of the Morimu family, the genius ancestor became a ghost. On the night he returned to the family, the entire Morimu family was massacred by the ancestor, leaving only the ancestor's two children hiding in the cellar.

At that time, the Morimu family had reached the brink of extinction, but it was also on that night that the ancestor who had fallen into a ghost disappeared. When the ancestor reappeared, it was more than ten years later. The ancestor's two children had grown up and pulled the Morimu family back from the brink of extinction.

But one night, the ancestor who had fallen into a ghost returned to the family again. However, that night, the ancestor did not kill anyone. Instead, he passed on the Forest Breathing that he had created throughout his life to his descendants within the next year, and told his descendants to pass on the Forest Breathing from generation to generation. The ancestor himself, on a night, used this Sun Wheel Sword to kill himself. The last words before his death were to atone for his sins." Grandpa Morimu pulled out the emerald green Sun Wheel Sword from the scabbard with a sad tone.

Shinichi stared at Grandpa Mori in a daze. Why does this story sound so outrageous? The ancestors who became demons passed down the breathing method to their descendants?

Grandpa Mori continued, "The Mori family has kept in mind the teachings of their ancestors. For hundreds of years, the entire family has taken slaying demons as its mission. Every generation of Mori children will join the Demon Slayer Corps. For hundreds of years, the blood of the Mori family has been all over the history of the Demon Slayer Corps.

It's just that perhaps we, the descendants, are incompetent. No Mori child can truly inherit the forest breath of our ancestors, so even those Mori children who are qualified to become pillars are unwilling to truly be named Mori Pillars. Things are unpredictable. The once prosperous demon slayer family is now left with only me, but fate may have been predetermined. Young man, before I entered the coffin, I finally met someone who can truly inherit the forest breath, and that's you! Young man, you are the chosen one!"

Boom! Shinichi's head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and in his mind, the figure wearing a green haori flashed by, "What? Could that person, no, ghost! be the ancestor of the Moriki family? How is this possible? I thought this was written by XiaoTell me? Who would believe this outrageous? "Shinichi's heart was shocked. Although he didn't want to believe it, the figure that appeared in his mind for no reason was not an illusion...

Mr. Moriki didn't tell the story anymore, but let Shinichi think for himself.

At this moment, the door of the room was knocked gently, and Rukawa Chinana walked into the room with a full plate of Dorayaki with a rich and sweet aroma and a large pot of tea.

Soon, Rukawa Chinana placed the Dorayaki and Tea.

Rukawa Chinana also thoughtfully prepared a small plate with fragrant meat rice in it. This was prepared for Enji. Seeing that his master was fine, Enji happily wagged his tail and ate happily from the small plate. Seeing Enji's furry little head, Rukawa Chinana swallowed it, but finally couldn't resist the temptation and touched Enji's little head.

The tea was wafting with a faint fragrance. Old man Moriki picked up the teacup and gestured to Shinichi, "Young man, try it. "After saying that, he drank the tea in the cup.

Shinichi, who was still struggling with his conscience, was confused. He subconsciously followed the old man Moriki and drank the teacup.

The tea tasted slightly bitter and a little sour. It was not good to drink. Shinichi frowned immediately, "It's really hard to drink..."

But soon Shinichi was stunned. He didn't vomit? He just drank a cup of tea???

Shinichi looked at the teacup in his hand and widened his eyes. How could it be possible? He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long, long time! Becoming a ghost means that it is impossible to eat any food except human flesh, but now, he can actually drink a cup of tea!

Experiencing the feeling of being a human again, Shinichi was so excited that he couldn't contain himself. He directly lifted the whole teapot and poured the tea into his mouth in big gulps. Although it didn't taste good, it felt good to be able to drink something. After drinking the whole pot in one breath, Shinichi wiped his mouth with satisfaction, "It's hard to believe, what kind of tea is this? "

Grandpa Morimu held the teacup and smiled as he said, "This is wisteria tea. For ghosts, wisteria flowers are quite disgusting. Even a certain concentration of wisteria glycosides can poison some weak ghosts."

Pah! The copper teapot fell to the ground, and the satisfied expression on Shinichi's face froze. "Wisteria tea?"