Chapter 22

Shinichi looked at the teapot that fell to the ground, his face was very ugly, and the invisible anger began to radiate from his whole body.

"Old man, you'd better give me an explanation!"

Mr. Morimu put down the teacup, stood up, smiled and hooked his finger at Shinichi, full of provocation.

"Asshole!" Shinichi was like a lit barrel of explosives. In anger, he raised his fist and hit Mr. Morimu. He saw that the old man and the lower windlass had a fight back and forth before, and he thought that he would not be killed by his punch. This old man is too hateful!

Bang! A skinny palm easily caught Shinichi's punch. Shinichi was stunned. He was very sure that his punch just now was strong enough. Even if it couldn't smash the rock, it could at least leave a mark on it. But why did the old man in front of him look so relaxed that he didn't even shake his body?

Shinichi was very surprised, but Mr. Morimu would not give him time to react. He saw Mr. Morimu's palms closed instantly, firmly grasped Shinichi's fist, stepped back with his right foot, and pulled! Shinichi immediately felt a huge force coming from his fist, and his body was pulled forward uncontrollably.

Mr. Morimu's hunched body bent and twisted at an incredible angle, and changed his posture in an instant, leaning against Shinichi, bang! Shinichi staggered and hit Mr. Morimu's back, but it was not over yet, Mr. Morimu raised his right foot and kicked back!

Shinichi's feet instantly lost balance, and then his arms felt a huge pulling force again. His eyes blurred, and the whole person seemed to lose balance. When Shinichi reacted, he had already fallen to the ground in embarrassment.

It took Shinichi only a few seconds from punching to being knocked down. When he got up again, he didn't realize what had just happened, but a strong sense of shame and anger immediately filled his brain. In an instant, Shinichi's eyes became even more scarlet.

"Come again!" Shinichi roared and rushed towards Mr. Moriki again. Mr. Moriki did not refuse, and smiled and motioned Shinichi to attack again.

Just like that, bang! bang! bang! bang! The dull sound of flesh falling on the floor continued to echo in this room. Later, even Rukawa Chinana, who was watching on the side, couldn't bear it. It was too cruel. She hurriedly hugged Xiao Yuanji and left the room.

The full Yuanji was heartless. It seemed that he felt that Mr. Moriki had no ill intentions, so Xiao Yuanji ignored his master who was being beaten like a sandbag.

I don't know how long it has been. Shinichi's eyes are red, and he stands there panting unwillingly, while the old man Morimu in front of him is still calm.

"Are you coming again, young man? My old bones can still hold on."

"It's you! Did you do something to me before? Just like that wisteria tea! I can feel my strength weakening! This is you!" Shinichi is not stupid. In the fight just now, he has long discovered that his own strength and speed have weakened countless times. He has always relied on the speed and strength after the ghost transformation to hunt other evil ghosts. Once his strength and speed advantages are not obvious, he will be no different from an ordinary boy who doesn't know kung fu in front of old man Morimu.

Old Master Mori looked at Shinichi who was full of reluctance and said: "Young man, tell me, why did you help us deal with the Lower String Four that night at Shirai Mountain? You also hate demons, right?"

Shinichi sneered: "Of course! I hate demons as much as you do, but I'm afraid that in their eyes, I am no different from those man-eating demons, right? Old man, why do you think those swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps will accept a demon as a swordsman? So, don't think of me learning any bullshit breathing method, my own strength is enough!"

Old Master Mori sighed and looked at Shinichi deeply, "But no matter how powerful your power is, it still belongs to the power of the demon, not your own power."

"I don't care what power it is, as long as it is enough for me to take revenge!"

"Then do you want to be a ghost for life? Young man, don't you want to experience the feeling of being a human again?" As soon as Old Master Mori finished speaking, the whole room fell into silence.

Shinichi's scarlet eyes stared at Mr. Mori, "Can you make me a human again?" Shinichi's voice trembled a little. If possible, he didn't want to become a demon hated and feared by humans.

But facing Shinichi's expectant eyes, Mr. Mori shook his head slowly, "No, I can't turn a demon back into a human."

"But..." Mr. Mori suddenly said, but Shinichi's disappointed expression froze. Is there still hope?

"Although I can't make you return to your human identity, I can make you feel human again."

BoomBoom! Grandpa Mori's words exploded in Shinichi's heart like a thunderbolt, "How to do it!?" He immediately asked.

Grandpa Mori smiled and pointed to the teapot on the ground, "Aren't you now? Young man, you should know that wisteria flowers can drive away evil spirits just by smell. How can evil spirits drink wisteria tea containing essence?" As he said, Grandpa Mori handed Shinichi a mirror.

Shinichi looked down at the mirror in his hand. The familiar yet unfamiliar face in the mirror made him a little dazed. The face in the mirror was much softer than the hideous appearance reflected in the stream at the beginning.

The originally protruding blood vessels disappeared under the skin, and the sharp fangs were no longer hideous, but looked sharper than ordinary people. The terrible and tyrannical aura that had been shrouding his face was completely dissipated, and the bloodshot in his pupils was also completely dissipated. The scarlet eyes rarely looked much softer.

The black claws on the fingertips also faded a lot. At first glance, Shinichi now doesn't look like a ghost, but more like a handsome and arrogant boy.

Shinichi looked at himself in the mirror with a complicated look, and suddenly a piece of Dorayaki with a sweet smell blocked his sight.

"Try it, and experience the feeling of being a human again, and then tell me your choice, young man."

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In the spacious ancestral hall of the Moriki Mansion, Rukawa Chinana held Enji and walked to the side of Mr. Moriki who was kneeling quietly in front of a pile of tablets.

Rukawa Chinana asked softly: "Mr. Mitsuyo, did Mr. Shinichi agree?"

Hearing this, Mr. Moriki looked at one of the many tablets in front of him. On that tablet, the words "Moriki Koto" were engraved, "The choice of the ancestors will not be wrong. This child will truly pass on the breath of the forest."