Chapter 114: Too many little thoughts!

Although Douma is very confident in his regenerative ability, since the amount of hair is extremely important in life, he still carefully raised his arm, inserted his fingers into his hair, and gently rubbed his scalp with his fingertips.

The cannibal's keen five senses allowed Douma to confirm that his excellent hair volume had not suffered a devastating blow. The hair that had just been plucked out by Morigu was growing rapidly and silently, and was restored to its original state in an instant.

Douma, who had been holding his breath unconsciously, relaxed and exhaled slowly. If the hair that had been pulled out could never grow back, it would definitely be the most terrible bug in the world, no doubt about it.

Don’t think that it’s just a little insignificant hair, but the difference between a young handsome guy and a greasy uncle is sometimes just such an inconspicuous hair. A bald person and a clean-cut person can be said to be two completely different people.

Having confirmed that he would never be bald, "I am bald, and I have become stronger." Such a terrible thing will never happen to him, Douma finally put his heart back into his stomach, and the look in his eyes when he stared at Mori Ogai's white hair between his fingers was no longer so scary.

"Mr. Mori is so cruel." Douma complained, and took a step back, keeping a safe distance from Mori Owl, no longer sticking too close to him, showing his good habit of throwing away food after eating.

"You're too kind, Douma-kun." Mori Ogai smiled. Even though he was in an absolutely weak position, he didn't show any weakness to Douma who controlled his life. He stroked the sharp and painful wound with his right hand weakly, and said meaningfully: "In terms of ruthlessness, I'm afraid I'm not even one ten-thousandth as ruthless as Douma-kun."

Looking at Mori Ogai's particularly delicious and tempting (cut off) horrible neck, Douma coughed dryly to cover up: "Ahem... why don't we get back to the topic..."

As he spoke, Douma forced his eyes to move upwards and stop looking at the bloody mess, in order to prevent himself from succumbing to the temptation and rushing up to feast on it. If he were to be beaten again, Mori Ougai's weak body would definitely not be able to withstand it and he would probably die on the spot.

Thinking of this, Douma looked into Mori Ougai's dark red eyes with a sense of righteousness, and was determined not to look at the neck that looked so delicious for even a second.

Of course, it was impossible to feel guilty. Anyway, Sen Guai was about to transform into a cannibal, so it would be a waste if I didn't drink his blood.

Refuse to waste, start with me.

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"Douma-kun, please speak." Mori Ogai put down his right hand that was resting on his neck and made a gesture of invitation. As his vision went dark, he held the table behind him with his other hand silently, trying to support his body which was weak from excessive blood loss. He didn't want Douma to find out how bad his real condition was.

In fact, Morio's stubbornness was unnecessary, because his pale face and beads of sweat on his forehead had already exposed his physical condition completely. And the most important point was that the cannibal instinct in Douma's body had already told him that the food in front of him was already a spent force.

Knowing that Mori Ogai would be dead if he delayed any longer, Douma stopped wasting time and said, "I think Mr. Mori has guessed some of my little secrets over the years..."

"I do have a guess." Mori Owl nodded calmly on the surface, his body trembling slightly and his eyelids drooping slightly, trying hard to fight his body's instincts and not let himself pass out under the effect of the protection mechanism.

Douma took in all the reactions of Morio, and fearing that he would lose a useful tool, he quickly said, "Your guess is correct. I am indeed different from ordinary people with special abilities... So, as long as you accept my blood today, I will not kill you."

The sudden and explosive news diluted the dizziness of Moriou. His slightly closed eyes suddenly widened in shock. He murmured thoughtfully: "Blood... So that's it... It's really a vampire..."

Douma was about to say that he was a cannibal but was choked when he heard the word vampire. After a moment of silence, he emphasized firmly: "Although, we are really not called vampires. Can you show a little more respect to the cannibals?"

Unfortunately, the loud tinnitus caused Moriou to lose most of his hearing, and the strong dizziness that surged up again made it impossible for him to hear what Douma was saying. He only vaguely heard the word "cannibal". His brain was rusted due to excessive blood loss and his reaction was slow. He was unable to distinguish the meaning for a while, and still vaguely repeated his guess about the vampire.

"Ah——" Douma could only sigh helplessly when he saw that Mori Ogai didn't listen at all. It was obvious that he had no way to help the person in front of him who was about to fall and whose mind was already unclear. After all, his ability was not a healing one.

Douma no longer tried to communicate with the current Mori Ougai, and only announced unilaterally: "If you don't refuse within three seconds, then I will take it as your consent, Mr. Mori."

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Time's up."

Although Mori Ougai could still stand with the support of the table behind him at this moment, he had actually lost consciousness. In this state, he was obviously unable to answer any questions and could only let Douma do whatever he wanted.

"Ok, then I'll start." Douma closed his hands with a snap, then skillfully used his fingernails to cut a deep cut on his wrist, and tried his best to control his body not to heal so quickly. After all, if he cut it a few more times, he would be the one who would feel the pain.

Thick, bright red demon blood slowly flowed out from the wound, and before it dripped onto the ground, Douma promptly moved it to above Mori Ougai's lips.

As Douma's demon blood fell, Morio's pale lips gradually turned a bright red.

No...it wasn't just the lip color, all the exposed skin on Mori Ogu's body started to turn red and hot.

As soon as he saw this situation, Douma knew that it would be enough. This demon blood was enough to transform Morigu, and no more was needed.

Therefore, the frugal Tong Xiaomo no longer suppressed her body's terrifying recovery speed and allowed the wound on her wrist to heal on its own.

Countless granulations suddenly grew out of the hideous bloody crack, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, entwining and finally merging into one. In just a breath, the injured wrist had recovered as before, and there was no sign of injury at all.

Douma, who had long been accustomed to the pain, nonchalantly touched the skin of his wrist which had become smooth again, and his wrinkled brows also relaxed.

Compared to the pain that comes and goes, the itching that can't be relieved when the wound heals is more unbearable. Douma, who has evolved unconsciously, thought so.

"Ugh, ahhhhh..." The screams interrupted Douma's chaotic thoughts. He looked down and found that Mori Ogai, who had just drunk his demon blood, was wailing uncontrollably. It was obvious that Mori Ogai was suffering from extremely terrible pain. The blue veins on his neck bulged strangely, as if they were about to explode at any time.

Upon seeing this, Douma quickly took a few steps back and subconsciously moved closer to the thick curtains, as if he was afraid that Mori Ougai would not be able to survive the transformation process and would burst into a bloody mess.

Just as Douma thought, the overbearing demon blood was invading Moriogai's body, trying to kill him while also exerting its powerful healing ability to prevent him from dying.

This is a life-or-death tug-of-war. If Mori Ougai cannot withstand the destructive power of the demon blood, he will explode and die, just like Karasuma Renya, who was blown into a pile of blood foam.

Mori Ou, who had just fallen into a semi-comatose state, was completely awakened by the extreme pain. Although his body was unable to move due to the pain, his brain was as clear as could be.

Mori Ou felt as if his soul had left his body. He even had the leisure to ignore the pain in his body and think about other things. The state of dancing on the edge of death made him involuntarily think of something that had been weighing on his mind and making him worry: the failed "Undead Legion" plan.

Those who were too weak to continue their "resurrection from the dead" and preferred to commit suicide to be freed caused him to lose his precious crystal. When Mori Ogai thought of this, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and the physical torture seemed to be negligible.

As if the injured person was not himself, Sen Ou Wai coldly ignored the strange swelling of his skin. Even if his skin kept cracking and healing in an endless cycle, he would not even look at it for a second.

Only the occasional screams from between clenched teeth revealed the terrible torture that Mori Ou was going through.

Even though the soundproofing measures in the Ganghei Building were very good, Dazai Osamu and the pianist who were waiting in the corridor still keenly caught the strange sounds in the leader's office.

"There seems to be a sound inside." Dazai Osamu poked the pianist, then walked forward a few steps, trying to stick to the door to eavesdrop on what the sound was inside.

The result was that he was stopped by the more cautious pianist, who glared at Dazai and reminded him, "Dazai-kun, the boss won't be happy to see you do this."

"Tsk, I get it." Dazai Osamu pushed away the pianist's hand unhappily and no longer tried to eavesdrop by sticking close to the door without the pianist's obstruction. However, this did not stop him from trying to raise his ears to capture more details.

As he listened, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but grinning wider and wider, and it seemed that his grin would reach his ears, turning into a male version of the slit-mouthed woman, because he was 100% sure that the scream came from his dear teacher: "Wow——"

The pianist was also listening attentively, and when he heard Dazai Osamu's sudden cheer, he couldn't help but glance at the guy next to him strangely, and his body moved before he could react consciously. He very honestly moved away from Dazai Osamu, putting more distance between himself and this scary guy.

Yes, the pianist also recognized the owner of the voice. In his eyes, as a student other than Morio, Dazai Osamu who behaved like this was definitely a cold-blooded person who was even better than his teacher and could not be provoked.

Dazai Osamu naturally noticed the pianist's sudden movement. His understanding of human nature made him instantly understand what the pianist was thinking. However, Dazai Osamu did not care what others thought of him. He just glanced at the pianist lightly and looked away indifferently.

The stagnant atmosphere in the corridor was broken by the sudden opening of the door, and Mori Owl, who looked like he had just been pulled out of a pool of blood, appeared in the sight of the two.

Unlike the wolf on his body, the forest gull, whose clothes and skin were covered with blood, walked steadily and did not look injured at all. He was even... healthier?

Dazai narrowed his eyes. He keenly noticed that Mr. Mori's steps were lighter than before. This showed that Mr. Mori's body had been strengthened rapidly in a very short period of time from being on the verge of death/severely injured (?).

This is too unreasonable, this result. Dazai Osamu lowered his eyelids in silence, hiding the suspicion in his eyes.

It cannot be said that Dazai Osamu's disguise is unqualified. On the contrary, his disguise is enough to deceive most people.

Unfortunately, his dear teacher Mori Ogai was obviously not included in this majority of people. With just a glance, Mori Ogai knew that his dear student had doubts about what happened today.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was facing away from Douma and the other party couldn't see him, Mori Ogai's eyes flashed with a smile, thinking: A little more, Dazai-kun. A little more doubt, so that you can't help but continue to explore until you fall into the abyss.

Douma, who took in all of Mori Ooga's thoughts, said: "..."

You are worthy of being here, Sen Ouwai. It turns out that I was right to be on guard against you. You have too many little thoughts!