Demon Slayer: The Forest Pillar

"Hey! Are you dead? If not, get up!"

The extremely impatient voice suddenly entered Shinichi's ears, which made people feel uncomfortable. Even though his consciousness was a little fuzzy, Shinichi's brows were slightly wrinkled.

"Still not getting up?"

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! ...

At a certain moment! Swish!

The pink and turquoise eyes opened instantly, and the roof of a wooden house immediately appeared in front of Shinichi.

However, there was no time to see where this was. The burning feeling on his face made Shinichi furious. He struggled to stand up and pounced on the figure in front of him, "You bastard!!"

The sudden rise of Shinichi also made the golden-eyed Wugui stunned, but its reaction was extremely fast. In addition to Shinichi's current weak state, Wugui just dodged to the side, and then pushed, and Shinichi staggered and fell to the ground.

"Finally woke up, Shunichi's blood was not wasted." Looking at the revived Shinichi, Wu Gui said with a slightly complicated look, then threw away the empty glass bottle in his hand, and pulled a silver mirror from his waist and threw it in front of Shinichi.

"The little thing is good, it's quite convenient, but considering that you are a junior, I am embarrassed to rob it openly. Next time I have a chance, I will catch two ghosts with different space blood ghost arts to try." Wu Gui said with his arms folded.

But Shinichi didn't even look at the silver mirror, but stared at Wu Gui with anger in his eyes and gnashing his teeth. If he wasn't so weak now, he would definitely activate the blood burst and tear apart this bastard who slapped him countless times!

Wu Gui saw the anger in Shinichi's eyes and knew what he had done, so he felt a little guilty. After all, it was really fun to slap him just now, because the shadow of Moriki Shunichi was too strong on Shinichi, and Wu Gui always wanted to have a chance to punish that arrogant and cold King Ichiban, so he couldn't help but slap him just now.

Without mentioning the past, Wu Gui cleared his throat somewhat unnaturally, and then said to Shinichi in a serious tone: "Ahem, little guy, since you are awake, come with me and meet someone who has been waiting for you for a long time."

Shinichi also reluctantly stood up again at this time, but his steps were a little shaky. Although he walked not very steadily, he could still keep up with Wu Gui.

Wu Gui directly opened the door. Under the night sky, the cold moonlight shone, and a very wide courtyard came into view. Exquisite sculptures and rockery were built in the pond. Beside the pond was a thriving peach tree, and the green branches and leaves swayed gently with the night breeze.

"Gaudy." Shinichi ignored those gorgeous sculptures, but the vibrant peach tree beside the pond made Shinichi feel very comfortable. His own forest breathing began to operate naturally, and the faint vitality began to repair Shinichi's weak body.

Wugui noticed Shinichi's situation through the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Shinichi could resume the Forest Breathing, he nodded secretly. No matter what, it was enough for Shunichi to have this successor.

Although Shinichi followed Wugui, he was very unhappy and didn't know who they were going to meet. However, Wugui didn't have any hostility. In addition, when his consciousness was chaotic before, Shinichi saw Shunichi Moriki, the ancestor of the Moriki family, again. It seemed that there was a voice telling him that Wugui would not be his enemy.

Soon, Wugui led Shinichi to a house in a roundabout way. Wugui took the lead and knocked on the door, "Shoku, the little guy is here."

"Come in." A gentle voice came from the wooden door.

Wugui also kicked the wooden door open with a very impolite kick and walked in on his own. Shinichi hesitated for a moment outside the door, looked down at his hospital gown, and finally chose to walk into the room.

The room was rather dim, with only a dim light bulb emitting a dim yellow light, which could barely see the furnishings in the room.

Rows of cabinets were filled with various bottles and jars, emitting a strong or weak aroma of medicinal materials, and on the table on the other side were displayed scientific research instruments that looked very advanced, such as microscopes and small crucibles.

There were also many old-looking books and notes neatly stacked together.

Such a room furnishing reminded Shinichi of the female ghost Tsumage he met in Asakusa, which had a similar layout.

In front of Shinichi, there was a short table, and a figure was crouching over and writing something furiously.

Wugui walked straight to the figure and knocked on the table impatiently, "Hey! Xiangjiu! Everyone is coming in!"

"Ah? Oh! I'm so sorry, I just had an inspiration, so rude." The man named Xiangjiu immediately said in an apologetic tone, then put down the pen and looked up at Shinichi.

Shinichi also saw clearly at this timeThe appearance of Shoku, a simple suit vest, slightly curly black hair, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the nose, looks like a learned man.

But the fangs exposed his lips, and there were also sharp black claws on his hands. It was obviously a ghost, but what shocked Shinichi the most was not this, but the face of this ghost named Shoku!

This face! Too familiar! Shinichi will never forget it! The pair of scarlet blood eyes in the ruined temple once left a deep impression on him!

Muzan!!

Subconsciously, Shinichi's hand reached for his waist, but he did not grab the Sun Blade, because he was still wearing a hospital gown at this time, but even without the Sun Blade, Shinichi's body reacted.

The thin ghost blood in his body boiled again, the right eye appeared scarlet, the fangs grew, the claws stretched, the muscles tensed, and he looked like he was going to fight to the death.

Shoku, who looked like Muzan, also reacted, stood up quickly, waved his hands in a panic and said: "Don't get me wrong! Don't get me wrong! Shinichi-san, I'm not Muzan, my name is Shoku! I just look a little like Muzan, don't get excited!"

"Puchi~" The general Wugui who watched the show couldn't help but laugh. The scene in front of him was so similar to that of more than 400 years ago. At that time, Moriki Shunichi was also like this. He pulled out the Nichirin Sword and put it on Shoku's neck. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really nostalgic.

"Shunichi, Shunichi, why did you do that? What on earth made you prefer to commit suicide rather than let Muzan get it?" Wugui said with some emotion, with a hint of reminiscence in his golden eyes.

On the other side, Shoku tried his best to explain that he was really not Muzan, but just looked like Muzan. After much persuasion, Shinichi reluctantly let go of his desperate posture.

Sitting on the ground, Shinichi looked at the two ghosts in front of him. He knew that he was able to escape from Upper Rank Two Douma mostly because of them, but Shinichi's face did not show much gratitude. Who knows what these two ghosts are for?

After a while, it was Shoku who spoke first. He asked gently: "Shinichi-san, do you know how long you have been unconscious?"

"How long? I don't know, three days?"

"No, it was three whole months."