Split into Three, Take a Hostage
Fortunately, through the matchmaker's help, he finally obtained a thin booklet.
The booklet contains records of girls around fifteen or sixteen years old from the town.
"Hiss~, there's still quite a lot."
After a quick search of the booklet, the Scribe discovered that there were dozens of people who met the criteria.
With so many people, it's simply impossible for Tanjiro and Nezuko to keep an eye on them all.
However, when he came across a girl's name, Scribe was immediately drawn to it.
"Tokie".
Upon seeing this name, Scribe felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.
It seems that in the original story, the demon's next target was this Tokie.
Of course, reality is reality, and the specific circumstances may still change.
However, just in case, the Scribe has already included this Tokie in the list of things to watch.
Soon, night fell, and the bustling town welcomed a short break.
In an ordinary house, a girl named Tokie had just said goodnight to her parents and was getting ready for bed.
She slowly closed her eyes, and soon she was asleep.
Shortly after Tokie fell asleep, strange ripples suddenly appeared on the floor around her.
The hard floor, like the surface of water, layered upon layer, creating a splashing effect.
At the same time, a figure emerged from within.
"Hehehe, this is such a delicious food."
This evil spirit has three horns on its head, is dressed like a ninja, and is entirely purple.
What's most frightening is that he completely ignored the ripples under his feet.
Or rather, this is something he created.
Without a doubt, this is a swamp demon.
Chapter 242 Split into Three, Taking Hostages
After sticking half of his body out, the Swamp Demon briefly surveyed his surroundings.
After confirming that no one was around, he reached out his hand to Tokie.
Without a doubt, if Tokie would be dragged into the swamp.
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.
"If I were you, I would run away right now."
"!"
Upon hearing this voice, the Swamp Demon's hand immediately stopped in mid-air.
He turned his head sharply, his eyes darting around, trying to find where the sound was coming from.
However, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any suspicious figures.
Taking a deep breath, the confusion on the Swamp Demon gradually disappeared.
It seems I misheard.
There should only be myself and this girl in this room, how could there be anyone else?
"Smack!"
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind him and slowly placed on the ghost's shoulder.
"The game of hide-and-seek is over, and I'm the winner!"
The same sound rang out again, and the Swamp Demon's body tensed up immediately.
This time, he didn't even turn his head, and slapped his back directly.
"Didn't I already say that running is the better option?"
The sound rang out for the third time, and at the same time, another hand reached out and grabbed the ghost's wrist.
"Click".
He felt a powerful force coming from the Swamp Demon, his nerves twitched, and his hand fell limply to the ground.
"It was snapped in half?!"
The terror in his eyes hadn't lessened; Swamp Demon couldn't believe that his wrist had been so easily crushed by that guy.
"Let's go out and play. It's not good to disturb other people's sleep."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a large hand pressed down on the back of the ghost's head.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~"
The door to the room suddenly opened, a gust of wind blew in, and the moonlight from outside shone in.
"Oh, what's wrong?"
With a slight furrow of her brow, Tokie slowly opened her eyes from her sleep.
"It's so cold, why didn't I close the door?"
A look of confusion flashed across her face as she looked at the open door.
I clearly remember closing the bedroom door before going to sleep.
Did someone open the door?
Her delicate face was full of confusion. She stood up and prepared to close the door.
As soon as she reached the door, Tokie suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
"Damn it, luckily I had a backup plan."
Her body trembled uncontrollably. Tokie slowly turned her head and saw an ugly face.
"Come with me."
With a cold laugh, the ghost stepped forward and extended its sharp claws.
Unlike the ghost that was taken away before, this ghost only has one horn on its head.
On the other side, the Triangle-Faced Demon had been taken to an open space.
He was thrown to the ground with a "bang," then jumped up and looked behind him.
"Humans?"
Looking at the human in his twenties in front of him, the Triangle-Faced Demon gritted his teeth and asked fiercely.
"Was it you who stopped me from eating?"
With a smile, the Scribe spread his hands.
"If you mean stopping you from eating people, then I think so."
"What do you know!"
With a loud shout, the Triangle-Faced Demon's eyes were filled with rage.
"That woman is already sixteen years old, sixteen years old! If we don't eat her soon, she'll be past her prime!"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe, who had been smiling, suddenly turned cold.
Without saying a word, he simply took a step forward.
Then, it disappeared from the eyes of the Triangle-Faced Demon.
"What?!"
Just as he realized that the Scribe had disappeared, the Triangle-Faced Demon felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You, this guy, are you really, human?"
Seeing the Scribe suddenly appear in front of him and punch through his chest and abdomen, a look of fear flashed in the Triangle-Faced Demon's eyes.
The human's physical strength actually surpassed his own, and it seemed that he had no ability to resist at all.
How is that possible!
But just as he was about to shout, a hand slapped him across the face.
With a slap, the Scribe sent the Triangle-Faced Demon flying, and said calmly.
"Behave yourself, it's not time for you to die yet."
The Triangle-Faced Demon, sent flying by the slap, slammed headfirst into a wall, instantly bleeding profusely from its head, with half of its head caved in.
Even a ghost would need some time to recover from such an injury.
During this time, the Scribe finally met the person he was waiting for.
"Oh, you're here."
He reached out his hand and spoke to the Black Feather that had just flown back.
"Has the notification been sent?"
"Yes."
Nodding, Black Feather then extended its wing and pointed.
Looking at the street it was pointing to, two figures suddenly ran out from it.
"Mister Scribe, are you alright?"
"Sorry we're late!"
The newcomers were none other than Tanjiro and Nezuko.
With a slight smile, Scribe shook his head to indicate that he was alright.
"The ghost is there; it's up to you now."
After saying that, he pointed to the Triangle-Faced Demon on the other side, who was half-dead from being beaten.
Tanjiro's lips twitched violently as he looked at the demon with a large hole in its chest, half of its head shattered, and its body twitching from time to time. He fell silent.
Judging from this, there's no need for me and Nezuko to help.
This is why it's a ghost with extremely strong regenerative abilities; if it were a human, the Scribe would have "played" them to death long ago.
"If you don't want it to keep eating people, then kill it."
"Yes."
Nodding, Tanjiro knew that the Scribe was testing his and Nezuko's abilities.
If they want to truly become stronger, they can't keep relying on Scribe forever.
Power is what you hold in your own hands.
What cannot be controlled by oneself can only be considered an external force.
After exchanging a glance with Nezuko, the two drew their Nichirin Blade and slowly approached the Triangle-Faced Demon.
After a period of recovery, Triangle-Faced Demon's injuries had almost healed.
He shook his head and realized there were even more people around him.
"Two more have arrived?"
Standing up, the Triangle-Faced Demon rubbed his teeth together angrily.
The only thing that made him feel lucky was that the two people who had just appeared did not put as much pressure on him as the first human.
If we cooperate well, we are fully capable of winning.
Besides, he still had hostages.
With a slight upturn of his lips, he suddenly shouted towards the street next to him.