Chapter 37
The old man was very happy.
"Ah, little ancestor, so that's the case...
If it's really as you said, it's really incredible, and it's a bit hard to accept for a while."
Makijuro's eyes widened, his brain was a little dazed.
Even if Lin Heng briefly explained his identity, facing the boy who was not even as old as Kyojuro, the middle-aged uncle with a beard still found it difficult to call him ancestor.
Moreover, Makijuro still had some doubts in his heart, and Lin Heng's words were too magical.
In the mansion of the Purgatory family, Lin Heng and Makijuro sat opposite each other around the table.
Makijuro hurriedly swept away the empty bottles on the ground, then brewed a pot of hot tea, put a few dishes of appetizers on the table, and greeted Lin Heng enthusiastically.
"Xiaozu, this place is too messy, I'm sorry for the hospitality, please have some tea."
Lin Heng waved his hand indifferently, signaling Makijuro to stop working.
"I don't like drinking tea, please help yourself."
The main thing is that he didn't really want to drink the old tea brewed by the sloppy uncle, he might as well eat a few peanuts.
After brewing his emotions for a while, Lin Heng began to perform.
"When I opened my eyes and woke up again, I was as unbelievable as you."
Lin Heng's strange golden pupils dimmed, and his eyes were full of stories.
"I have unfortunately suffered from congenital diseases since I was a child. Although I am very talented in the breath of fire, I died before I reached adulthood."
Lin Heng lowered his head with a little sadness and recalled his non-existent parents.
"I think that's probably why my name is not on the family tree. My father and mother don't want to see my name sad anymore."
Makijuro listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
He has a straightforward personality. Lin Heng had defeated him before. Now Makijuro attaches great importance to this "ancestor" who suddenly appeared.
"What a pity. Have you been sleeping since then?"
"Yes, I didn't wake up until a while ago."
Lin Heng lowered his head and pondered, avoiding Makijuro's fiery gaze.
"In the dark, I woke up and found myself in an abandoned temple dedicated to the God of Wealth. I think it is the existence of the gods that allowed me to return to the world and act on His will."
Hearing this, Makijuro immediately stood up excitedly and asked urgently.
"Do gods really exist in the world with evil spirits? Is it Lord Bishamonten of the North?"
Lin Heng smiled slightly and began to lay the groundwork.
"Maybe, but who can tell what the gods say? Blessings and disasters are interdependent. I myself don't know whether my awakening is good or bad for humans."
Lin Heng's eyes were filled with confusion, helplessness, and deep self-doubt.
"I realized that I am no longer the person I used to be, and it is difficult to return to the past. It just so happens that no one in this era knows me. Since then, I have decided to give up the human..."
After a pause, he continued to add.
"Giving up the name of human beings and patrolling the world in the name of Bishamonten, I think this is probably the meaning of my existence."
"Little ancestor, don't worry about this. In my opinion, your coming must be a good thing."
Makijuro still cares about Lin Heng, the little ancestor, but his tone does not show much respect for the gods.
"However, if the gods let you exercise authority again, in this case, why didn't they appear earlier to save mankind, but instead indulged the evil ghosts to wreak havoc on the world."
Makijuro became more and more excited as he spoke, and even questioned the sky directly.
"Since the birth of Muzan, don't they take into account the sacrifices of the Demon Slayer Corps for hundreds of years? Don't the cries of the countless unfortunate people wake them up?!"
Ababa.
Lin Heng's mouth twitched, which was seriously inconsistent with the rough appearance of the decadent uncle. Your question was too sharp.
Makijuro, you are a little too ignorant. It's very difficult for me to ask such a thorough question, he complained in his heart.
"Don't be excited, Makijuro, sit down first."
Lin Heng's eyes darkened, and [Respect the King] was activated.
With a frightened look of divine power, Makijuro sat down a little lacking in confidence.
Lin Heng raised his head and stared into Makijuro's eyes with great sincerity, and changed the subject seriously.
"Don't talk nonsense. How can mortals like you guess what a 'god' is? I just happen to be carrying out His will."
Without giving Makijuro a chance to refute, Lin Heng quickly added.
"No matter what, I have gained a second life, and from the moment I opened my eyes,
From that moment on, I understood the meaning of the "God" letting me start over again. "
Holding the Sun Wheel Sword tightly in his hand, Lin Heng's expression at this moment was extremely solemn.
"We must drag all the evil spirits into the endless purgatory and annihilate them without leaving a single one!"
The appearance of a heavenly man, all living beings are convinced.
The characteristics of the legendary value are very mysterious, but the effect is indeed powerful enough, and Lin Heng's words are sincere and heartfelt, which can naturally influence others imperceptibly.
Makijuro was taken away by Lin Heng's heroic spirit, and for a moment he even forgot to ask.
Lin Heng breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the peanuts on the table and peeled them.
After waiting for a while, Makijuro swallowed another mouthful of hot tea, and the burning sensation in his throat made him come back to his senses.
At this time, Lin Heng's voice came again.
"Makijuro, do you know where your problem is?"