Luoshen Pearl Flower Vine / True Beastly Rush: Scribe and Tanjiro Leap Off a Cliff

"What?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes; he hadn't expected Inosuke's body to be so agile.

"It's not over yet, Dalang!"

With his hands braced against the ground, Inosuke a backflip and kicked Tanjiro in the head.

"Bang!"

He stomped hard on the other's head, the immense force slamming Tanjiro's head into the ground, making his face kiss the earth intimately.

Having landed a successful blow, Inosuke didn't linger and created distance after a few backflips.

"Hahaha, I really am the strongest!"

With his hands on his hips, Inosuke burst into loud laughter.

As if to demonstrate his ability, he even flipped his body backward, and his upper body then emerged from between his legs.

"How about that? Pretty impressive, right? None of you could do that, right?!"

Seeing the surprised expression on Tanjiro's face, Inosuke's voice became even more smug.

"Okay, stop fooling around."

Just then, the Scribe's voice suddenly rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a foot appeared and gently kicked Inosuke's ankle.

The seemingly weak kick unleashed tremendous power, Inosuke sprawling to the ground.

With a thud, his head hit the stone on the ground, then his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

"Mister Scribe, did you kill him?!"

"No."

Scribe bent down and placed his finger between Inosuke's noses, and said with a smile.

"She simply passed out, but injuries were inevitable."

Seeing the smile on Scribe's face, Zenitsu was momentarily speechless.

Black Feather and Matsuemon, who hadn't appeared until now, also peeked out from the tree. After exchanging a glance, they turned their heads away.

They knew very well that it was best not to "provoke" the Scribe at this time.

Due to his physical condition, Inosuke had fainted, quickly regained consciousness.

What are you doing?

"Dig a hole and bury the person."

The Scribe pointed to Zenitsu, Tanjiro, and the others who were diligently digging a hole and said with a smile.

"It's okay, you just need to rest."

That's what they said, but the Scribe's eyes remained fixed on Inosuke.

That feeling was as if it were saying, "I understand you're feeling weak right now, so just lie down quietly."

When Tanjiro saw Inosuke coming over, he wanted to kindly ask him a few words of concern.

"Yes, yes, Inosuke, you should rest well. These kids are very capable. I can understand you. After all, everyone's pain tolerance is different."

Startled for a moment, Inosuke stared intently at Tanjiro, his eyes slowly widening.

"Were you just underestimating me?"

"Really? I was just telling you to get some rest."

"That means you're underestimating me!"

With an Inosuke ran aggressively towards Tanjiro and grabbed him by the collar.

"Huh? Since you're so brave, why don't you come and have a match with me?"

"Whether it's one person or a hundred, I, Hashibira Inosuke, can dig a hole and bury them all!"

With a triumphant smile on his face, the Scribe said.

"In that case, I'll leave it to you. There are still a few corpses inside the house; remember to move them out."

"Oh!"

With a shout, Inosuke rushed into the house.

As he carried a corpse out, he didn't forget to shout at Tanjiro.

"Brother, let's have a contest to dig holes and bury people!"

It must be said that Inosuke, whose competitive spirit had been ignited, acted very quickly.

With his help, Tanjiro and the others quickly dug graves for the people killed by demons and gave them simple burials.

"May you never have to go through such a thing again in your next life."

With his hands clasped together, Tanjiro offered a simple prayer to the graves in front of him.

After that, the Scribe questioned Black Feather and Matsuemon.

From them, he learned that there was a branch of the Wisteria Family nearby.

"Let's go take a break."

Tanjiro was puzzled when he heard the Scribe say that.

He was already prepared to continue fighting, and now he can rest?

Before leaving, the Scribe handed a specially made sachet to Kiyoshiro, and instructed him not to let the sachet leave his body.

Only by wearing a sachet at all times can he protect himself and prevent ghosts from discovering his Rare Blood identity.

Faced with the Scribe's instructions, Kiyoshiro nodded vigorously, indicating that he would definitely not forget them.

"In that case, we'll be leaving. You three be careful."

With everything settled, the group waved goodbye to Kiyoshiro.

"Brothers and sisters, please be careful too!"

After watching the Scribe and the others disappear, Kiyoshiro and his companions headed home.

After some time, led by Black Feather and Matsuemon, they arrived at their destination.

Chapter 261 The Luoshenzhu Huaman

There is a Wisteria pattern on the courtyard in front of us, and you can also see from the surrounding walls that a lot of Wisteria are planted inside.

This family was once saved by the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen, and in gratitude, they offer free services to any Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen they encounter.

Throughout their long history, they have saved the lives of countless Demon Slayer.

After knocking on the door, it was quickly opened, and an old figure appeared before the Scribe and the others.

It was an old woman; although her body was very frail, she had a faint smile on her lips.

"You're all Demon Slayer, right? Please come in." (Shula)

The old woman bowed slightly, then stepped aside and pointed inside.

"Please go inside and rest for a while. I'll go prepare some food and bedding."

Soon, with the old woman's help, the Scribe and the others were able to enjoy a delicious meal and warm bedding.

Not only that, she also invited a doctor to treat Tanjiro and the other two.

With the doctor's treatment, the individuals recovered quickly.

One morning, the old woman suddenly approached Scribe and said that there was a happy event in the surrounding villages and towns, and she hoped that Scribe and his friends could go and offer their blessings.

Tanjiro felt that their identities were somewhat inappropriate.

As a demon Demon Slayer who fights demons, he felt that he and his companions were not suitable to be guests of blessing at a wedding.

But the Scribe didn't think so. He said that it had nothing to do with their identities. As long as they were sincere, nothing would be a problem.

With the encouragement of Zenitsu and the old woman, Tanjiro finally nodded and agreed to go.

Dressed in formal attire, the Scribe and their companions quickly arrived at the house.

After offering their blessings and attending the rest of the wedding, they began their journey home.

"Today is the night of the full moon."

Looking up at the full moon overhead, the Scribe smiled and said.

"If any of you are werewolves, we can begin."

"Werewolves? What are those?"

With a puzzled look on his face, Tanjiro addressed the Scribe.

Is it a type of ghost?

Suddenly realizing something, Scribe quickly changed the subject.

"It's alright. Compared to that, what do you think of the bride today?"

"Very beautiful, very likable."

With a slight smile, Tanjiro suddenly looked at Nezuko beside him.

They were about the same age, but their experiences were completely different.

The daughter of that wealthy family could marry, seek her own happiness, and embark on a stable life.

But Nezuko is going to hunt demons with him, and he doesn't know when they will encounter fatal danger.

With a sigh, Tanjiro's face showed a look of guilt.

So, what are you thinking?

As if sensing Tanjiro's thoughts, the Scribe walking beside him spoke softly.

"Look at Nezuko's expression, does she look unwilling?"

Upon hearing this, Tanjiro noticed that Nezuko did not show any envy on her face.

Instead, she seemed a little confused as to why Tanjiro was looking at her, and simply smiled faintly.

"What's wrong, Tanjiro- nii-san?"

"No, it's nothing."

Tanjiro shook his head slightly, a hint of relief appearing on his face.

"I'm just overthinking things."

"Are you too tired?"

Without saying a word, Tanjiro simply turned his head to the side.

On their way back, the group suddenly encountered a pair of sisters.

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe recognized the two sisters as someone she had seen in that household before.

"So, that bride must have found the Luoshenzhu Huaman to find happiness!"

Seven-year-old Aming shouted, her face full of stubbornness.

Chapter 262 A True Boonish Charge, Leaping Off a Cliff with Scribe and Tanjiro

"Tanjiro, where do you want to go?"

Upon hearing the Scribe call his name, Tanjiro, who had just gotten up and dressed, froze in place.

"Mister Scribe, I..."

He turned around, head down, speaking haltingly.

"You want to find the Luoshenzhu Huaman, is that right?"

Seeing Tanjiro hesitate for the first time, the Scribe sighed helplessly and said.