If You Could Travel, Where Would You Go? / Thunder Breathing and Beast Breathing

"Oh my god, is it Blood Demon Art?"

After glancing at the three who had disappeared, Scribe showed no sign of panic.

"Ah, it's that guy Kaigaku's ability, the three lucky guys."

Upon realizing that Tanjiro and the others had disappeared, the demon looked at the Scribe and licked his lips.

"But you seem to be having some bad luck."

After a moment of surprise, the Scribe pointed to himself and asked.

"Unlucky? Who? Me?"

Of course, without those three Demon Slayer, do you really think you can kill me on your own?!

After stretching his shoulders, the ghost slowly walked towards the Scribe.

"Well, it's hard to say who will be unlucky."

The Scribe's face was full of smiles as he watched the ghost walking towards him.

Chapter 255 If you could travel, where would you like to go?

"Hahaha!"

Looking at the unfazed Scribe, Gui Zhang laughed arrogantly, his face full of mockery.

"What, have you been scared out of your wits? As a Demon Slayer, you can't even wield your weapon anymore?"

Ignoring the ghost, the Scribe simply raised his head and surveyed the surrounding area.

"It's already afternoon, the sun should be over here."

He muttered something to himself, then stood in a corner of the room and pondered for a while.

"This is probably the direction."

Seeing that the Scribe was ignoring him, the ghost became angry.

A mere Demon Slayer, without the help of teammates, dares to ignore me.

His gaze turned cold as he rushed towards the Scribe who had his back to him.

He clasped his hands together above his head and then slammed them down hard.

"Die!"

The enormous hand, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, slammed heavily onto the Scribe's head.

The demon unleashed all its power, and with the added force of gravity, if an ordinary person were hit by it, their brain would probably be instantly shattered, turning them into a rotten watermelon.

However, the Scribe did not even turn his head; he merely took a step to the side.

The next second, the ghost's clasped hands fell close to his body and slammed heavily onto the floor.

"Boom!"

Debris from the floor splattered to the side, leaving a large hole about half a meter deep in what was once a smooth floor.

"What?!"

Seeing his attack miss, it took him a while to realize that he hadn't hit the Scribe.

Just as he was about to pull his hand out and launch another attack, the Scribe's voice reached his ears.

"If you could travel, where would you like to go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost felt a hand cover his head.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force propelled his body forward.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

A flicker of fear flashed in the ghost's eyes. He was about to beg for mercy, but the Scribe didn't give him the chance.

Using his waist as the center, he exerted all his strength, and with a whoosh, he threw the ghost away.

In an instant, the ghost seemed to have been given a rocket booster, flying forward relentlessly.

The walls shattered, the decorations broke, and the pillars were smashed open.

No matter what kind of object blocked his way, nothing could stop him from slowing down.

His head was bleeding from the impact, and the features on his face were blurred due to the force of the impact.

A few seconds later, he crashed through the last wall and flew outside the house.

"Ahhh!"

As soon as it was exposed to sunlight, the ghost felt an indescribable, intense pain throughout its body.

This pain was countless times worse than when I was transformed into a ghost. It was like watching my guts rot after ingesting concentrated poison.

The sunlight shone on his body, instantly burning his skin, and the muscles and blood vessels underneath also began to burn, turning his entire body into a ball of flames.

"Kill me! Kill me!"

Its two arms waved limply in the air, and the ghost's voice became extremely hoarse.

His terrified eyes reflected the sun's image, and soon his body turned to ashes and vanished into thin air.

Upon hearing the demonic voice, Nezuko outside wanted to draw her sword and join the battle.

But then she realized that the sun was still out, and for a ghost to come out would be courting death.

Did I hear that right?

While comforting the two children in her arms, she couldn't help but think to herself.

"I doubt any ghost would choose to come out and sunbathe."

On the other side, the Scribe inside the house watched the ghost he had thrown out disappear into thin air and couldn't help but sigh.

"Looks like the sunbathing I offered you isn't to your liking."

He shrugged, his face full of innocent expression.

After waiting a while and seeing that the next transfer did not occur, he pushed open the door and went into the hallway.

Room after room, the Scribe slowly searched for Tanjiro and the others.

After searching all the rooms on this floor, he still couldn't find any trace of the three people.

"Let's go up and take a look."

Scribe glanced up from the top of the stairs, then started walking upwards.

After arriving on the next floor, he soon heard strange noises coming from one of the rooms.

After pushing open the door, he saw a boy wearing a kimono, looking terrified, and holding a drum in his hand.

The boy became extremely nervous as soon as he saw someone push the door open and come in.

His trembling arm was about to strike, but thankfully Scribe spoke up in time to stop him.

"Don't panic, I am human."

Upon seeing the Scribe's appearance, the boy subconsciously swallowed and said somewhat nervously.

"Were you also dragged in by those guys?"

"Arrested? No, I came in voluntarily."

"Are you crazy to willingly enter a house inhabited by monsters?!"

Scribe seemed unconcerned by the boy's shouts.

"Because I promised the two children that I would bring their older brother out."

"Children? Are Teruko and Shoichi?!"

Upon hearing that there were two children outside, the boy immediately became nervous and said...

"I am Kiyoshiro, their older brother. Have the two of them come looking for me?"

After observing the boy for a moment, Scribe nodded, indicating that he didn't need to be nervous.

"My companions are outside taking care of Teruko and Shoichi, they are safe."

After speaking, Scribe walked to his side and began to examine the other's wounds.

He could smell blood as soon as he entered.

Although it was faint, there was no doubt that Kiyoshiro had been hurt by a ghost.

After giving the wound a simple bandage, the Scribe reminded him not to move around.

"You stay here and don't move. I'll go check the door."

Nodding, Kiyoshiro said he would listen carefully.

Then, Scribe slowly pushed open the door, but did not step out. He simply peeked out and observed the surroundings.

"Thump!"

The crisp sound of drums rang out again, and the surrounding environment changed once more.

Once the situation stabilized, the Scribe saw a ghost slowly crawling towards an unconscious human in an open room opposite him.

"I think it's best if you don't go over there."

Pointing to the unconscious Agatsuma Zenitsu, the Scribe said with a smile.

"Otherwise, you'll die."

"What?"

Upon hearing another human voice, the demon immediately turned its gaze in this direction.

But the next second, he heard the sound of a sword being drawn behind him.

Chapter 256 Thunder Breathing and Beast Breathing

Rewind a little, and we arrive at the time when Inosuke, and Tanjiro parted Zenitsu.

Seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes, the two sighed and decided to go their separate ways.

Zenitsu walked down and soon arrived at a floor with a rather strange decor.

The rooms here are not flush with the ground, but rather have a gap above the ground, as if they are suspended in mid-air.

Raising an eyebrow, Zenitsu walked over, squatted down, and peered through the gap.

"It shouldn't be in here."

The moment Zenitsu thought this, his expression suddenly froze.

In his gaze, a four-eyed ghost was also looking at him.

Hi~

With a forced smile, Zenitsu then jumped back frantically.

At this moment, the demon also realized what was happening and shouted at Zenitsu.

Don't run away, human! Let me have a couple of bites!

"Don't come any closer!"

Steadying himself, Zenitsu quickly ran outside.

The Four-Eyed Demon quickly crawled out, moving its limbs like a giant lizard as it ran away.

"Let me have a bite, just one bite!"

"Who's going to stand there and let you eat?"

After a chase, Zenitsu finally managed to hide in a room and close the door tightly.

But before he could catch his breath, a sound of wind breaking suddenly rang out.

"Whoosh~"

The tightly closed door was pierced as if by a sharp blade, instantly splitting in two.