It is rare in history to fail twice in the same place.
Moreover, a team with three Ranked Corps Member at its core is already quite strong.
In a direct confrontation, even a Pillar-level fighter like Shinobu Butterfly, who doesn't rely on strength to Demon Slayer, is no match for them.
"In other words, all we know is that there are many ghosts dwelling in the temple, but we have no idea about the target's abilities, is that right?"
After calmly analyzing the situation, Urokodaki Sakonji then spoke slowly.
"Could it really be one of the Twelve Kizuki?"
The Scribe remained silent, also quite curious as to why such a powerful ghost would appear in a temple.
Even if a Lower Rank demon is incredibly powerful, it wouldn't be able to wipe out three Class A swordsmen in a single move.
While the Upper Rank demons possessed such power, he simply couldn't imagine which one it could be.
Doma was the first to be ruled out. Apart from eating and "acting like a yandere" to himself, he spent most of his time being a good leader.
Kokushibo rarely goes out, so the possibility is probably slim.
He knew the abilities of the other three Upper Rank very well; they wouldn't be like that. (Reading La)
"Could it be that he is the Upper Rank Six who replaced Gyutaro and Koume?"
Suddenly, the Scribe's mind was filled with this idea.
As their own "personal guard," the Twelve Kizuki are naturally known to the strong.
After intercepting Gyutaro and Koume and making them his allies, a spot naturally became available.
More than a hundred years have passed, so it's quite normal that Muzan found a new person to replace him.
"I need to take care of this matter. You guys can continue training here."
After bidding farewell to Urokodaki Sakonji and the others, Scribe and Black Feather quickly returned to the Demon Slayer Corps.
As soon as he got back, he couldn't wait to go to the Butterfly Mansion.
"Mister Scribe, what brings you here?"
Kanzaki Aoi, who was hanging up laundry, looked at the hurried Scribe and quickly asked.
Is there anything I can help you with?
"Aoi, where are the team members who survived the temple mission?"
Without wasting any time, the Scribe directly inquired about the rooms where the surviving team members were located.
Seeing the solemn expression on Scribe's face, Kanzaki Aoi also realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Here, I'll take you there."
Pointing in a direction, she then led the Scribe into the Butterfly Mansion.
"This is it."
Standing in front of a room, Kanzaki Aoi gritted her teeth and said sadly.
"The survivors are inside."
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe showed some curiosity.
There were at least a dozen survivors from the two missions; how could one room possibly hold them all?
However, when he walked in, his eyes widened instantly.
There was only one hospital bed in the room, and a teenager was lying on it.
The young man's right foot and left leg had been amputated, and his remaining left foot had atrophied; only his right arm remained intact.
Shinobu Butterfly and Kanae Butterfly were standing by the hospital bed, observing the injured person's condition.
Judging from their furrowed brows, the situation doesn't seem to be very good.
Hearing footsteps, Shinobu Butterfly subconsciously looked up and saw the Scribe walking towards her.
"Scribe..."
She was about to say something when she saw Scribe raise his hand.
He walked quickly to the bedside, looked at Kanae Butterfly, and said.
"Is this the only one left?"
She nodded, a hint of sadness flashing in Kanae Kocho's eyes.
Shinobu Butterfly and Kanzaki Aoi behind her also lowered their heads, their expressions unreadable.
At the beginning, there were more than a dozen people rescued.
However, as time went on, strange symbols and tattoos appeared on their bodies, constantly eroding the health of these patients.
The staff inside the Butterfly Mansion tried their best to treat him, but his condition did not improve at all.
In the end, Shinobu Butterfly and the others could only watch as their teammates died one by one.
Today, the only survivor has also reached the end of his life.
Sitting on the bench, the Scribe remained silent.
Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out.
"Yes, Mister Scribe."
"It's me."
Gently taking the young man's hand, the Scribe spoke slowly.
"It's me. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"Mister Scribe, am I about to die?"
After a moment of silence, the Scribe finally managed to squeeze out a single word.
"Um."
"Is that so? Before I die, I want to use my last bit of ability to help you."
He had only said this much when the young man coughed several times, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"That ghost is not Twelve Kizuki."
"What?!"
A look of surprise crossed their faces; not only the Scribe, but everyone else in the room was also taken aback.
It's not Twelve Kizuki, yet it possesses such power?
"Yes, although it was only for a moment, I did see the ghost's appearance before my eyes were taken away."
A tear welled up in the bandaged eyes, and the young man's voice trembled slightly.
"That guy is using sorcery, sorcery that can devour all life."
Then, he slowly recounted everything that happened after he encountered the ghost.
The more Scribe listened, the colder his expression became.
Like the calm before a storm, the silence was deathly still.
That's all I know.
After finishing his story, the young man's voice was extremely weak.
"Please stop giving me the medication; use it on the other team members instead."
"Although, in this life, I am no longer able to fight."
"But I will... cough cough... wish you victory."
After saying that, he tilted his head to the side.
And the Scribe also felt the last bit of warmth in his hand dissipate.
Chapter 234 The Mysterious Temple
With a cold look in his eyes, the Scribe reached out and closed the young man's unclosed eyes.
"Your sacrifice will not have been in vain."
Standing up, the Scribe then walked out of the room.
"Yaozai know about this?"
"Ah, my Master knows."
She was stunned for a moment, but Kanae Kocho quickly recovered.
"Um."
Nodding, the Scribe left the Butterfly Mansion without saying anything more.
Watching Scribe's departing figure, Shinobu Butterfly subconsciously swallowed.
"Sister, what's wrong with the Mister Scribe...?"
He's angry.
Kanae Kocho shook her head slightly and spoke slowly.
"This is the first time I've ever seen him so angry."
As she said, the last time the Scribe was angry was more than a hundred years ago, when he learned about Akaza's affairs from Doma.
In his view, sacrifices are necessary in the process of ghost hunting.
He can accept people dying on this road, but he cannot accept his teammates dying under torture.
If you want to kill, then kill. Use Blood Demon Art to slowly wear down a person's life, and let them experience the pain of death.
Although he had never seen the sorcerer, the Scribe's anger towards it had reached its peak.
The law of the jungle, where the strong survive, is a truth that has existed since the birth of demons.
But now, the Scribe feels an unprecedented rage toward the ghost's behavior.
This guy plays with life! What does he think life is?!
After leaving the Butterfly Mansion, he quickly found Ubuyashiki Kagaya.
"Are you going to complete this mission?!"
Startled, Ubuyashiki Kagaya hadn't expected that the Scribe would volunteer to slay the demon.
Without speaking, the Scribe simply nodded silently.
"In that case, I'll leave you in your care, Mister Scribe."
With a slight bow, Ubuyashiki Kagaya showed a hint of respect on his face.
Once the Scribe makes a move, no ghost can survive.
He was confident that the Scribe would not fail, so he entrusted the task to him.
"I'll go make some preparations. Just have Black Feather come find me."
After saying this casually, the Scribe prepared to leave.
Just then, a figure suddenly ran into the courtyard.
My Master, I would like to apply to participate in that temple mission!
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Kanroji Mitsuri said hurriedly.
"Please."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the Scribe standing there.
"Well?!"
With a startled expression, Kanroji Mitsuri exclaimed in surprise.
Mister Scribe!
Scribe waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to be so nervous.