"Don't run away, I'll suck your brains out of your ears!"
With a wicked grin, the ghost retracted its thick, greasy tongue.
Seeing the bloodthirsty expression on the demon's face, Zenitsu was immediately filled with fear.
His body stiffened, his eyes closed, and he fell backward.
It slammed onto the ground with a thud, followed by even shouts.
Looking at Zenitsu had suddenly fainted, a look of confusion flashed across the Four-Eyed Demon's face.
"So, he fainted from his own fear?"
He scratched his face and then laughed wildly.
"As expected, I am the strongest. After I eat this guy, I will go and eat that piece of Rare Blood."
After laughing, he crawled toward Zenitsu.
However, he had only taken a few steps when a clear drumbeat sounded from inside the house.
The feeling of imbalance returned, Four-Eyed Demon couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Once I become stronger, I'll take down that guy Kaigaku sooner or later.
Fortunately, the feeling of imbalance quickly disappeared, and he regained control of his body.
The ghost licked its lips and prepared to swallow the delicious food in front of it.
"I think it's better if you don't go over there."
A strange voice came from behind. Ghost subconsciously turned his head and saw Scribe and Kiyoshiro beside him.
"Otherwise, you'll die."
The Four-Eyed Demon paused for a moment, but quickly realized that Kiyoshiro was the Rare Blood he had been searching for.
But just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of a sword being drawn behind him.
"Thunder Breathing * First Form * Lightning Flash"
"What?!"
Realizing that Zenitsu was standing up behind him, the demon immediately stuck out its tongue, attempting to launch an attack.
But before the flying tongue could reach its opponent's body, it was severed in mid-air, with the front half falling to the ground.
Not only that, Zenitsu, who was originally behind him, had now moved to stand in front of him.
"Second Company!"
The Four-Eyed Demon had no idea what was happening; he just felt a sharp pain in his head and then lost consciousness.
After slaying the demon, Zenitsu slumped to the ground with a thud and went back to sleep.
"Isn't that quite capable?"
Smiling and clapping his hands, Scribe walked to Zenitsu's side and called him up.
"If you don't get up, the ghost will come and eat your brains."
No!
Zenitsu's eyes snapped open instantly, and he sped up behind the Scribe at a speed incomprehensible to ordinary people, as if riding a rocket.
By the time he realized what had happened, the ghost had already been killed.
Zenitsu glanced at the Scribe standing in front of him and assumed that the librarian had saved him.
Not far away, Kiyoshiro looked at Zenitsu, who was thanking the Scribe, with a puzzled expression on his face.
If he wasn't mistaken, the monster from earlier should have been killed by the blond-haired brother.
But why, judging from his expression, did he not know this at all?
After leading Zenitsu out of the room, the Scribe asked him if he had seen Tanjiro and Inosuke.
Zenitsu recounted what had happened, and said with some concern.
"I hope nothing bad has happened to those two."
The Scribe, however, showed no concern and said with a smile.
"I don't know about Tanjiro, but Inosuke should be fine."
As he spoke, he pointed to the corner ahead.
There, a demon with a single horn on its head and extremely thick arms, like a strongman, emerged.
"Three humans, your flesh and blood are worth tinkering with."
I moved my hands around, and I could hear a series of cracking sounds as my bones rubbed together.
The blood still wet on the demon's face added to Zenitsu's immense pressure.
"Don't be nervous, didn't you hear the footsteps behind that guy?"
With the Scribe's reminder, Zenitsu noticed that a series of hurried footsteps were approaching from behind Rikishiki.
"A large target with plenty of flesh is more worth splitting open!"
An arrogant and unruly voice came from behind; it was indeed Inosuke, who had separated from Zenitsu earlier.
"There's another little bug behind it."
Hearing footsteps as well, the Rikishi turned around, intending to Inosuke behind him to shreds first.
Two thick arms stretched forward, one grabbing at the neck, the other slamming into the chest.
If you get hit, vomiting blood is considered a relatively minor injury.
Then, before the Rikishi's arm could touch Inosuke, he felt a pain in his forearm.
With the sound of blood splattering, the thick forearm flew off.
"Beast Breathing * Three Fangs * Fang Tear"
He crossed his Nichirin Blade at his sides, then swung it forward with a sudden motion, aiming for the demon's neck.
"Pfft~"
The two attacks made only one sound before the head of the Hercules Demon was thrown into the air.
His eyes, as big as copper bells, were filled with confusion and bewilderment. He hadn't expected that he would die like this.
After the demon disappeared, Inosuke did not linger.
He stepped on the still-dissipating corpse, then turned and rushed out.
"The pigs are swooping! The pigs are swooping!"
His voice was full of excitement; Inosuke was reveling in the thrill of having vanquished the demon.
He had barely uttered two shouts when a hand suddenly appeared and struck the back of his neck.
"You big dummy!"
Chapter 257 The Former Lower Rank Six, Kaigaku
With a slap, Inosuke was knocked to the ground, and the Scribe said calmly.
"It scared the children."
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Shaking his head, Inosuke finally noticed Kiyoshiro's presence.
How come there's a human male here, and a human female and male outside?
"How can you talk like that?"
Another slap landed on his head. Scribe grabbed his ear and said very seriously.
"What female and male? Don't forget your mother. Would you dare call her female?"
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Inosuke was momentarily stunned.
Although his expression under the hood was not clearly visible, Scribe could clearly sense that he was seriously thinking about something.
After a while, Inosuke put away his sword and walked up to Kiyoshiro.
"I shouldn't have said you were a human male, I'm sorry."
He lowered his head slightly, and his voice became somewhat deep.
"Huh? This isn't either..."
Kiyoshiro was dumbfounded when Inosuke suddenly apologized to him, not understanding what was going on.
He waved his hands frantically, trying to tell Inosuke not to take it to heart, but he didn't know how to say it.
"No? You mean you won't accept my apology?"
His tone turned fierce again, and Inosuke was clearly unhappy.
Seeing this, Zenitsu quickly stepped between the two.
The Scribe leaned against the wall, watching them "play around" with a smile.
After a while, Inosuke walked away somewhat resentfully and stopped talking.
After hesitating for a moment, Kiyoshiro spoke to the Scribe.
"Mister Scribe, I heard those people say that I have some kind of Rare Blood. Do you know what that is?"
"I know."
With a smile, the Scribe replied.
"A person with Rare Blood' is simply a term for someone who is well-nourished; it's not uncommon for one person to be better than fifty or even a hundred others."
After briefly explaining the matter of the Rare Blood to them, Kiyoshiro finally understood why he had become the target of the ghosts.
"By the way, I also Rare Blood."
"What?!"
Kiyoshiro Zenitsu stared in astonishment at the Scribe.
They never imagined that the Scribe before them was also one of the "delicious foods of the ghosts".
Of course, they also knew very well that no ghost would want to prey on the Scribe.
Unless there is one other situation, they feel they have lived too long and want to find a place to die.
"What's so surprising? There's a Rare Blood in the Demon Slayer Corps."
"Really? Who is that, Tanjiro?"
Shaking his head, the Scribe revealed a mysterious smile.
Believe me, you don't want to know who that person is, and you certainly don't want to have much contact with him.
A look of confusion appeared on Zenitsu was very curious as to why the Scribe would say that.
"This is all for your own good, but if you really want to meet him, I can introduce you to him another day." (Shula)
"Really? Thank you, Mister Scribe!"
Instead of noticing the strange smile on the other person's lips, Zenitsu's face showed some delight.
Patting him on the shoulder, Scribe indicated that he would go out and take a look first.
He opened each room to take a look, and finally stopped in a strange room.
"This is... a study?"
Looking at the neatly arranged papers, Scribe raised an eyebrow and walked in.
He picked up the top sheet of paper and began to examine it carefully.
"A novel, huh?"
After a quick glance, Scribe found that although the novel had some flaws, the content was indeed quite good.
Although there are no beautiful fantasies, no illusory elements, and no astonishing emotions in it, the writer's feelings are revealed in every line of the text.