Although no one has verified it, those men certainly didn't care about spending money, as if money were just something that fell from the sky for them.
Moreover, they always disappeared at night.
A wealthy young man of unknown background disappears into the night.
As all the clues came together, the Scribe became increasingly convinced that this was the work of a ghost.
If my guess is correct, then this ghost is far too cunning.
Knowing that eating people directly is risky, they actually choose to disguise themselves to lure and then eat people.
It can only be said that times are progressing, and even ghosts have to adapt to the times.
The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the Scribe's mind raced as he began to devise what to do next.
"Perhaps I have found a breakthrough in the matter."
With a slight smile playing on her lips, Scribe turned and left.
Soon, night fell, and the vibrant nightlife began again.
At the same time, a handsome, eloquent, wealthy, and talented young man from a neighboring town appeared in this small town.
In just one night, he gained considerable fame in the town.
Not only that, he has also publicly stated that he is currently single and hopes that someone can introduce him to a blind date.
Soon, some matchmakers found the man and offered to introduce him to suitable girls of marriageable age.
"Mister Scribe, take a look at this, it's very good."
"Mine is good too, big butt, easy to give birth to."
"And this one, she's a well-educated young lady from a prominent family."
The Scribe accepted all the matchmakers' introductions.
But the results of the blind dates were obvious: none of the girls were successful.
The Scribe then went on to say that anyone who could introduce him to a suitable blind date would receive a house from the girl and a shop from the matchmaker.
Suddenly, a wave of enthusiasm swept through the town for finding a suitable marriage partner for this unknown rich young man.
First Form seven consecutive days, Scribe was either on blind dates or on her way to one.
But throughout, he naturally maintained a certain distance from those girls.
Because he had not forgotten why he came to this town.
No missing persons cases of blind date partners have occurred in the past seven days, and with the current trend, people have long since forgotten about this matter.
The Scribe, however, felt that the fish might be getting impatient and want to bite the hook.
One evening, Scribe had just rejected a new blind date and was walking down a quiet alley.
After turning a corner, he suddenly stopped.
"Come out, I see you."
Silently gazing into the shadows ahead, the Scribe spoke slowly.
"Don't wear white clothes, they're too eye-catching."
"Snort!"
A man's voice came from the shadows, followed by a figure stepping out.
He had short black hair, an ordinary face, and wore white and black clothes, with a cold expression on his face.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
With a slight smile, Scribe narrowed his eyes.
"So, are you here to introduce me to a potential blind date too?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the man's face grew even colder.
"You should know perfectly well why I'm looking for you, right?"
Looking directly into the Scribe's face, the man spoke coldly.
"I invented this method first, I didn't expect you to steal it."
The Scribe shrugged and gave a "I don't understand" look.
"Don't play dumb! You spent so many days choosing, just to pick the most delicious woman to savor slowly!"
She pointed a finger at Scribe, her sharp nails reflecting a cold glint in the moonlight.
After glancing at the sharp nails on the man's ten fingers, Scribe slowly suppressed her smile and said.
"Sir, I don't know if you've heard this saying before."
Startled by the sudden change of topic, the man asked instinctively.
"What did you say?"
"Walk the path of ghosts, so that ghosts have nowhere to go."
Chapter 219 After soaking in the hot spring, Shinobu Butterfly saw him.
The moment he finished speaking, the anger in the man's eyes erupted instantly.
"So, you really did that on purpose!"
"Otherwise, would you have come out so obediently?"
Scribe waved his hand and said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, there's something you seem to have misunderstood."
Completely unaware of what the Scribe was talking about, the man still frowned and began to think.
Various possibilities surfaced in his mind, but were ultimately rejected.
"Here's a hint for you: you and I are not of the same race."
"!"
In an instant, the man understood the Scribe's meaning.
"You're Demon Slayer!"
"Congratulations, you got it right. Although, strictly speaking, I don't have a formal professional title."
Looking at the man in the distance, whose expression was growing increasingly gloomy, Scribe let out a sigh of relief.
"As a reward for guessing correctly, I'll give you a Nichirin Blade."
The moment the last word was uttered, the man felt a sharp pain all over his body.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his line of sight shift and his height change.
"Why do those two legs and half of the body look so familiar?"
His head hit the ground for a while before he finally realized that his body had been cut in half.
Seeing the ghost cut in half at the waist, the Scribe muttered to himself.
"He doesn't seem to be the type with Blood Demon Art."
At that moment, he saw something fall out of the ghost's arms.
"Is this... a human skin mask?"
Bending down to pick it up, Scribe looked at the mask in his hand, which felt somewhat warm to the touch and had very distinct facial features, and fell into deep thought.
So that's how it is. This ghost was collecting the money and faces of the men it had eaten before.
The coldness in his eyes grew stronger, and then he took out a tinderbox from his pocket.
The Scribe lit the human skin mask on fire, took the Nichirin Blade, and walked towards the demon.
"Spare me, please, spare me."
As the Scribe slowly walked towards him, the demon's remaining head and half of its body trembled incessantly.
"Spare your life? You should know that begging for mercy is pointless."
Standing before the demon, the Nichirin Blade pressed against his throat, the Scribe's eyes held a chilling coldness like a thousand-year-old icy pool.
"I... I swear... I will never... never again..."
Looking at the ghost whose eyes were pleading for mercy, the Scribe suddenly spoke.
"If you're going to launch a sneak attack, don't make your intentions so obvious."
The desire to beg for mercy completely vanished. Knowing that his thoughts had been discovered, the demon opened its mouth wide and lunged at the Scribe.
However, a beam of light shot out at a speed many times faster than him, slicing him into pieces.
Watching the demon's body gradually dissipate into the air, the Scribe said nothing and turned to leave.
Believing a ghost's pleas for mercy is not something you should do.
What I want to do is send them to see the life that can do this.
Of course, if there are.
After the Scribe killed the evil spirit, Black Feather suddenly flew down from the distant sky.
"A new ghost has appeared."
Standing on the Scribe's shoulder, Black Feather shook her head and said.
"The location is the northern snow mountains, and several hunters have already been eaten by it."
Nodding, the Scribe remained silent and walked northwards.
He knew the location of the snow-capped mountains in the north, but this was the first time he had ever heard of ghosts appearing there.
Kitanojuku Station.
After taking a sip of hot tea to warm himself up, the Scribe asked the old woman in front of him about the hunter who had been eaten.
Of course, to avoid causing panic, he did not directly ask them how they died.
Instead, he simply asked from the perspective of a curious tourist if anything strange had happened recently.
"So, it seems we have a man-eating bear here."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe's smile deepened.
"Please continue."
The old woman didn't want to say more, but she couldn't resist the Scribe's insistence and finally sighed.
"Man-eating bears are a recent phenomenon, and we also call them 'cave beasts.' To date, quite a few hunters have been eaten by them."
A look of fear and panic flashed across the old woman's face, and her voice became somewhat low.
"Moreover, it seems to have a unique fetish for humans. Even if there are animal tracks around, it will not hunt them, but will only attack humans at night."
Nodding, the Scribe began to speak.
"Speaking of which, old lady, do you know about the other man-eating bear? It must have happened last year."
"Oh, that? I know a little about that, old woman."
The Scribe and the old woman were talking about the bear he had killed at the Kamado family last year—the one that had eaten six people.
And this mountain is near the mountain where the Kamado family lives.
Two mountains not far from each other have seen reports of "man-eating bears" appearing in the past year and this year, making it hard not to suspect that there might be some connection between the two.
The old woman also said that some hunters speculated that the two "bears" were related by blood.
"No, they are not related by blood. There is not even the slightest connection between them."
Waving his hand, the Scribe said with a smile.
"By the way, is anyone using the hot spring?"
"No, we don't have that."
"Then I'll go in and take a soak."