The Unknown Upper Rank Six

Although his body and instincts told him that leaving now was the best option.

But a voice inside him kept whispering, telling him to keep going, catch Koinatsu, and get the reward.

Before he set off, his employer promised him a reward that was hard to refuse.

There was no other reason than that he gave too much.

The man's facial expression kept changing, as if he were making a choice.

The other team members didn't have that kind of skill; they were already terrified and made a decision they would regret for the rest of their lives.

Apart from the leader, the other eight men simultaneously picked up their weapons and opened fire on the Scribe.

There's a saying that goes, "Even a fierce tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves."

The power of a group is always greater than the ability of an individual, and most of the time, the side with more people will have a greater chance of winning.

However, when the gap in strength between the two sides has risen to a point where they are no longer on the same level, no amount of quantity can bring about a qualitative change.

A frenzied expression appeared on the faces of the eight team members. Their eyes were bloodshot, their features were contorted, and their fingers kept pressing the trigger.

"Da da da da"

In an instant, a barrage of bullets flew over and rushed towards the Scribe.

As the bullets flew towards him, the Scribe's eyes remained calm.

"Now that you've pulled the trigger, be prepared to pay the price for your actions."

He reached out and pulled the Nichirin Blade, scabbard and all, out of the ground.

At the same time, the first bullet had already entered his attack range.

Ping~

With a crisp sound, the Scribe brandished his scabbard and forcefully deflected the bullet.

This extraordinary skill is enough to make anyone's jaw drop, but they were clearly unaware of it in their frenzy.

At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: to riddle the Scribe with bullets using their muskets.

Once you have the first one, you'll get the second.

Once there's a second one, there's a third.

Soon, more and more bullets were deflected by the Scribe's scabbard.

He swung his sword faster and faster, and gradually, a silver light screen appeared in front of him, firmly protecting himself and Koinatsu behind him.

"Ping ping ping~"

After the last one was knocked away, the Scribe stopped.

Watching the men opposite him frantically pull the triggers, but no bullets were fired, Scribe gently shook his head.

Realizing that their lives were about to end, the few smart ones did not hesitate at all and immediately knelt down on the ground.

He threw down his musket and begged for mercy without reservation.

Snot and tears mingled together, covering his face.

Seeing the expressions on their faces shift from confusion to fear, the Scribe simply said...

"In your next life, remember not to do this kind of thing again."

After he finished speaking, several beams of light shone.

For a moment, their expressions froze.

"Pfft"

At the same time, the sound of muscles being torn apart rang out from the necks of the eight heads, which finally fell to the ground with several thuds.

After dealing with the eight team members who had attacked him, Scribe turned his attention to the man.

Judging from his behavior just now, he will most likely do something similar to the eight people from before because of greed.

However, when the Scribe looked over, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Sometime later, the man had died.

He died quietly and without a sound.

There was no trace of fear on the other person's face; instead, there was only the struggle of finding a difficult choice.

What's even more incomprehensible is that the man's skin seemed to have shrunk, becoming extremely dry and dull.

His once robust physique has shrunk considerably, as if he had been roasted in a furnace.

"What kind of death is this?"

Having lived for so long, this was the first time the Scribe had ever seen such a bizarre way of dying.

This doesn't seem like something a human could do.

Is that the Demon Blood Art? But the Scribe did not sense any demonic presence around him.

Even if there really is a ghost that can unleash Blood Demon Art right under its nose without being detected, why would it attack this man instead of attacking itself directly?

If this man was weak, then Koinatsu behind Scribe should have been the easiest target.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Scribe gripped the knife tighter once more.

To prevent any potential mishaps, he did not choose to get close to investigate.

With a gentle wave, another flash of light appeared, slicing the man's withered body in two.

Unlike a normal corpse, the sound made when the man's body was split in two was more like the cracking sound of dry wood being chopped.

After seeing the inside of his cut-open body, Scribe finally understood how he had died.

Chapter 185 The Unknown Upper Rank Six

The man's body was completely bloodless, as if all his blood had been drained, leaving it deathly pale.

The pale muscles stood out starkly against the backdrop of yellow fat and bones.

After a moment's thought, the Scribe understood the whole story.

Because he had killed nine other people, the smell of blood in the air had become so strong.

It was for this reason that she did not realize immediately that the man's death was due to excessive blood loss.

But what puzzled Scribe even more was that the dead team leader was undoubtedly a pure human being.

If that's the case, then why did he encounter a ghost and even suffer an attack from the Demon Blood Art?

If it were truly for food, they could have done it the moment they met.

The fact that they kept him alive until now before killing him seems like a preventative measure.

A contingency plan to prevent... the failure of a mission.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter as the Scribe gathered all the doubts and key factors together, swirling them rapidly in his mind and combining them with elements that seemed unrelated to ordinary people.

Finally, he chose the most likely scenario.

For some unknown reason, the man and his nine teammates encountered a ghost.

For some reason, the demon didn't kill them directly, but instead gave them the task of capturing Koinatsu.

As for whether the ghost liked to eat the flesh and blood of young girls or for some other reason, the Scribe had no idea.

In short, the ghost not only assigned them a task, but also promised them a large reward.

These were already outlaws, and seeing such a generous reward and a rather simple task, they naturally accepted the job.

Just in case, or perhaps to prevent them from revealing their identities, the evil spirit placed a strange curse on the leader and everyone else.

When the mission fails, the curse will cause their blood to evaporate, taking their lives.

Scribe nodded slightly, agreeing that this was the most likely possibility.

He sensed a conspiracy in this.

Clearly, someone capable of such a thing is no ordinary ghost.

So, this is the method of the Twelve Kizuki.

However, among the Twelve Kizuki, the Scribe has not heard of any ghosts with similar abilities.

Kokushibo, Doma, and Akaza (Hakuji) who was forcibly transformed need no further explanation. Even Upper Rank Four Hantengu and Upper Rank Five Gyokko, whom he had never met, he knew their approximate abilities.

As for Upper Rank Six, Gyutaro and his sister Daki (Koume), they have become one of their own.

If the Upper Rank is like this, then the Lower Rank, which has an even weaker presence, is even less of a concern.

Neither Lower Rank One, Enmu, nor Lower Rank Five, Rui, possessed this kind of power.

So, if we go by that, are they other demons among the Lower Rank?

Looking at the pale corpse in front of him, the Scribe leaned more towards the other possibility.

While the Scribe was pondering, far away elsewhere, two figures were conversing in a room.

The room's interior was lavishly decorated, with everything from the chandeliers on the ceiling to the furs on the floor exuding an air of luxury.

It was almost identical to the decorations of the Iguro family that the Scribe had seen years ago.

The only downside is that there is no light right now.

Only a few rays of moonlight streamed through the open window, lending the room an eerie and desolate atmosphere. (Reading by La)

Moreover, the figure who should have been the owner of the room was kneeling on one knee in one direction in the main seat of the room.

"My lord, I didn't expect you to come?"

The figure speaking was quite tall. Although his face was not clearly visible, it was clear that he was a man with a rough voice.

"Yes, I was just passing by and thought I'd take a look."

The one he was talking to was none other than the Progenitor of Demons, Kibutsuji Muzan.

Time has left no trace on this guy's face; Muzan's skin is still as pale as ever, and the blood red in his eyes is even more intense than before.

"I'm asking you, how are you doing here?"

"Very good."

The man grinned, revealing his teeth and a large, thick tongue.

As if he had just thought of something, saliva began to trickle from his mouth.

Just as he finished swallowing and licked his lips, a whooshing sound came from behind him.

The arm transformed into tentacles, Muzan's attack tore a huge wound in the man's face.

A large amount of fresh blood flowed from the wound, dripping onto the valuable fur.

A long wound, several tens of centimeters long and enough to kill a human, appeared on the man's body, running from the corner of his left eye to his right lower abdomen.

"That's a disgusting action."

With a Muzan disgust on his face, Muzan flicked the blood off the tentacle and turned it back into an arm.

"I'm asking how your search for the Blue Spider Lily is going, not how your life is!"

A cold voice came from behind him, and Muzan care about anything.

"Have you already forgotten the task I gave you?!"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Even though Muzan had beaten him into such a miserable state, the man's words did not reveal a trace of anger.

Without hesitation, he knelt down on the ground and kowtowed Muzan to Muzan several times.

"I've used all my resources to search, and I've checked everyone who's come here, but no one knows anything about the Blue Spider Lily."

"Keep searching! You should know what the price is for becoming a ghost!"

"Yes, I understand!"

Seeing that Muzan somewhat angry, the man dared not even breathe loudly, pressing his head against the floor and not daring to move.

"Hmph, if any Demon Slayer appear here, kill them all."