Charge Headlong

Although it can't beat Zenitsu, it doesn't mean it doesn't know who it can beat.

Black Feather and Little Sparrow hid behind the Scribe, leaving only their heads visible to observe the situation outside.

Not only that, but a human-like mocking expression appeared on its face.

"Calm down, what are you afraid of about what you've done?"

With a swift movement, the Scribe dodged Zenitsu's punch.

Then he reached forward with his right hand and grabbed the back of his collar.

"If you don't behave, I'll just keep shoving you into the sack."

A wicked smile appeared on his lips, Scribe then gestured towards Tanjiro beside him.

Nodding helplessly, Tanjiro knew that if Zenitsu continued his antics, their progress would be slowed down.

He took a burlap sack from the backpack behind him and slapped it defiantly.

Absolutely not!

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Zenitsu, who was originally going to be "loving and affectionate" with the little sparrow, immediately landed on the ground and said very seriously.

"I promise, it won't happen again."

"That's what a good Demon Slayer should be like."

With a laugh, Scribe walked over to Zenitsu and patted him hard on the shoulder.

Seeing the Scribe's smile, Zenitsu had no choice but to smile along with him.

Since Zenitsu stopped causing trouble, the group's progress has accelerated dramatically.

After several days, they arrived at the mission location.

The House of Ghosts.

This is a house located deep in the mountains. Although it is large and luxurious, few people come here on ordinary days.

Legend has it that this place was once built by a wealthy man for his own vacation use.

There are dozens of rooms inside, each with a different decorating style.

But before the tycoon could even move in for a few days, he, along with his family and guards, died inside.

From then on, no one was willing to come here anymore.

Even if travelers occasionally stayed overnight, they dared not get too close inside.

After a quick nap, they will leave in a hurry.

Despite this, many travelers still disappeared here.

The Demon Slayer Corps has now confirmed that these were all the work of demons.

The Scribe knew that there was more than one ghost in the room.

He glanced at the three people beside him, but said nothing, simply watching their actions quietly.

Tanjiro nose is the most sensitive, took a sniff and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"It tastes like blood, and it's very fresh."

"The smell of blood, Tanjiro, don't scare me."

Zenitsu sniffed carefully, but he didn't smell the blood that Tanjiro had mentioned.

Instead, he turned his head slightly to the side.

He remembered that he and the others had come together as a group of four.

If that's the case, then why are there six people's heartbeats here?

By the time Zenitsu had looked over, the Scribe had already walked to the side of the bushes.

It seems he knew that others had followed them.

"Come out, you two little ones, we won't hurt you."

Realizing they had been discovered, the two children, a boy and a girl, jumped out of the bushes.

As soon as they came out, the two of them instinctively took a few steps back.

Seeing the fear on their faces, the Scribe realized that they had been quite frightened and were still affected by it.

He gently patted the Black Feather and sparrows on his shoulder and whispered a few words to the two birds.

Then, the Scribe placed Black Feather and Little Sparrow on the ground and clapped his hands.

"Don't be nervous, I can communicate with animals."

As he spoke, the Scribe pointed at Black Feather and said.

"Black Feather, dance."

As soon as she finished speaking, Black Feather, who had been standing still, jumped to the side.

During the jump, it supported its body with only one paw, while the other paw remained at a 90-degree angle to its body.

It looked exactly like a swan dance performed by a Kasugai Crow.

Meanwhile, the little sparrows fluttered around the Black Feather, occasionally letting out a cheerful chirp.

With the efforts of the two animals, the boy and girl's expressions of fear finally lessened considerably, and they became more willing to talk to them.

From them, the Scribe learned why they had come here.

Last night, the three siblings were walking at night when they were drawn to this house.

Although the eldest brother tried his best to stop them from going over to look, he couldn't resist the curiosity of his younger brother and sister, so he agreed to let them walk a few more steps in this direction.

These few steps led to an arm reaching out from the darkness and grabbing their brother.

The two could only watch helplessly as their brother was taken away.

Adding to their anxiety was the fact that their brother was injured.

Just now, they noticed that the Scribe and the others were also attracted to this house, so they came over to remind them.

"Really? Thank you both."

With a slight smile, Scribe patted each of their heads gently and said softly.

"Don't worry, I will help you bring your brother back."

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the boy and girl's faces lit up with joy.

Just then, the Scribe's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up, blocking their view.

"Close your eyes and don't look!"

The next second, a window in the previously silent house suddenly opened, and a figure jumped out.

Chapter 253 The pig advances suddenly

The flying figure crashed to the ground with a thud, struggled a few times, and seemed to be trying to get up.

The Scribe nodded to Tanjiro and the other two and said softly.

"Go take a look, but be careful."

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro jogged over to observe the figure.

He was a man around twenty years old, with a very ordinary face, and wearing blue clothes.

His short black hair was now covered in blood, and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth and forehead due to friction.

Most fatally, there was a deep scratch on his chest, so deep that the bone was visible, from which a large amount of blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Hey, did you hear me? Hang in there, you have to hold on!

With wide eyes, Tanjiro seemed to want to encourage the man.

However, by then the man had already heard his voice.

"After finally getting... out... all this time, this is... the ending?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's hand, which he had slightly raised, fell down and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"He's dead."

Upon hearing the man's heartbeat cease, Zenitsu's expression changed instantly.

After observing the man's clothes from a distance, the Scribe asked the boy and girl behind him if they recognized the deceased.

The two shook their heads, indicating that they did not know each other and only knew that the other person was not their brother.

After gesturing for Nezuko to come over and comfort the two, the Scribe walked to the deceased, knelt down, and began to examine the wounds.

The scratches on the chest were fatal, but that doesn't mean there weren't other wounds.

There was a noticeable bluish-purple tinge on the throat, only two to three fingers wide, which appeared to be a mark left by forceful squeezing.

There was also an egg-sized wound on his lower back, which was also deep enough to expose the bone, but it was not a scratch.

Judging from the wound, it looks like it was pierced by something.

Moreover, the Scribe found two other different wounds on his body.

Including the previous ones, there are five in total.

With a raised eyebrow, the Scribe looked puzzled.

How could he remember? There were only three ghosts in there.

Nevertheless, he has no intention of canceling his plan to enter.

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, dig a hole and bury him.

As he spoke, the Scribe walked into the courtyard in front of the house and began searching.

A short while later, he found two somewhat rusty shovels.

"Give!"

Scribe tossed the shovels to the two men and said calmly.

"Let's begin."

"Why me again?!"

Picking up the shovel, Zenitsu shouted, as if he was about to cry.

"That's a corpse! Besides, we're going inside after burying it, right? I'm super weak, I can't fight at all!"

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply snatched the shovel from his hand, selected a spot, and began digging.

Zenitsu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Scribe had taken over the job of digging the hole.

After digging for a short while, the Scribe suddenly stopped and called out to Zenitsu.

"Hey Zenitsu, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Ah, it's nothing."

How tall are you?

Startled, Zenitsu clearly hadn't expected the Scribe to ask about his height at this moment.

Even so, he still managed to react.

"Around 165cm."

"Hmm, is that so? Then we'll have to dig for a little while longer."

After saying that, the Scribe continued digging the pit beneath his feet.

"Wait a moment!"

As if he had understood something, Zenitsu quickly ran to the Scribe's side and pointed to the pit.

"This trap... it can't be what I'm thinking, can it?"

"Yes, it was prepared for you."

With a slight smile, Scribe seemed completely unaware of how terrifying her words were.