Art Is an Explosion / Spider Mother and Rui

As his thoughts were gradually confirmed, the Scribe then spoke to the people behind him.

"Do you still want to go in?"

"Want!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Tanjiro nodded heavily.

After the "Luoshenzhu Huaman" incident, he had become much stronger, and his determination to defeat Muzan had become even more resolute.

Inosuke and Nezuko nodded as well, showing no sign of backing down.

Only Zenitsu was squatting by the roadside, shaking his head desperately.

"You'll die, you really will die. You saw what happened just now, right? You'll explode after you die."

The Scribe ignored him, nodded to each other, and then walked into the interior of the mountain.

As the figures of the group gradually disappeared, Zenitsu's teeth began to chatter.

Look at Mount Natagumo not far away, then look at the grass nearby.

At the slightest disturbance, Zenitsu felt as if a ghost might jump out from somewhere.

Finally, driven to desperation, he suddenly stood up and shouted at Mount Natagumo.

"Fine, let's go in then! Who's afraid of who!"

With his eyes tightly closed, he then ran into the mountains.

"Wait for me!"

Meanwhile, the Scribe and his companions, who had entered the mountains, also found an injured swordsman.

"Mister Scribe".

Tanjiro pointed at the swordsman whose back was to them, his eyes conveying a meaning.

Nodding, the Scribe then bent down and walked over.

With a gentle pat on the other's shoulder, he swiftly placed one hand on the other's Nichirin Blade to prevent the other from doing anything rash due to excitement.

"We're here to provide support."

The swordsman who was slapped on the shoulder trembled violently, and his arm instinctively swung behind him.

Fortunately, the Scribe was holding down the Nichirin Blade, so there was no accidental injury.

Only after seeing that the person behind him was human did the swordsman relax and gasp for breath.

"Oh, that scared me to death."

Patting his chest, the swordsman took a breath before speaking.

"I am Murata, one of the swordsmen who came here earlier."

"We've come to your aid. I'm Kamado Tanjiro. Although I'm only a member of the Kishimoto Rank, I'll do my best."

However, Murata's expression changed instantly when he heard that it was the Kishimoto Rank.

"The Kishimoto Rank? No matter how many of those beings come, it's pointless, they'll only be sent to their deaths! Why not send a Pillar or..."

However, before Murata could finish speaking, a fist slammed into his face.

Chapter 265 Art is an Explosion

Suddenly struck in the face, Murata screamed and was thrown into the air.

"Inosuke!"

Turning his head abruptly, Tanjiro frowned as he looked at Inosuke, who had just unleashed a punch.

The Scribe remained silent, watching Murata's body fall into the grass, covered in dust.

It wasn't that he had a problem with this person; he just felt that what Inosuke did was right.

Murata was clearly gripped by fear, and in his clouded mind, he didn't even know what to say.

Inosuke's punch not only caused him pain, but also brought him to his senses.

Sure enough, after being punched and sent flying, Murata blinked hard and then got up.

"What am I doing..."

"Stop talking nonsense and tell us what exactly happened here!"

Without giving him any chance, Inosuke stepped forward, grabbed his hair with one hand, and pulled his head up.

With a shudder, Murata shakily recounted what had happened.

After receiving instructions from the Kasugai Crow, the ten team members rushed to Spider Mountain that day to exorcise the ghost.

However, shortly after entering the mountains, the team members began to feel uneasy.

He suddenly drew his knife, and then, without any apparent reason, swung it at his comrade beside him.

They began to kill each other!

"Tsk."

Upon hearing Murata's words, Inosuke but click his tongue.

Clearly, he's not good at this kind of thing.

"So, we still need to let Zhu handle this!"

After explaining what had happened, Murata grabbed Tanjiro's arm and shook it violently.

"There are no pillars here, but the Mister Scribe has arrived."

"The Mister Scribe, which Mister Scribe?"

Startled for a moment, Murata then looked up and saw the figure standing in front of him.

"Hey, Murata, long time no see."

Looking at Murata in front of him, the Scribe naturally recognized him.

After all, he was one of the people who participated in the Final Selection along with Sabito and Tomioka Giyu.

"Mister Scribe!"

Finally recognizing the Scribe, Murata lunged forward, wanting to burst into tears.

With the Scribe here, he no longer had to worry about his safety.

But as soon as he lunged forward, the Scribe suddenly raised his head and kicked him in the stomach.

"Vomit"

With a dry heave, Murata collapsed to the side.

The next second, a dark figure darted through the woods and shot directly at the spot where Murata had just been standing.

It was a broken Nichirin Blade! (Read by Shokura)

If the Scribe hadn't kicked him away in time, he would have already been stabbed through the chest by now.

"Who goes there!"

Looking in the direction the shadow had thrown from, Tanjiro saw a figure standing up.

It was a male Demon Slayer Corps swordsman, but like the previous swordsmen, his appearance was somewhat strange.

She stood up with her body twisted, not like a normal human getting up, but like a doll with a fetish.

His pupils were devoid of light, and there was blood in the corners of his mouth and nose.

There were obvious slash marks on his body, and his right forearm was bent backward at a full 180 degrees.

"Another one?"

Just as Tanjiro was about to step forward upon seeing the swordsman who had suddenly appeared, he remembered what had happened before.

If I rush over there, will the same thing happen again?

Murata, Inosuke, and Nezuko didn't step forward immediately; their faces showed signs of tension.

The Scribe, however, had no such concerns and his body vanished from the spot.

He snatched the Nichirin Blade from the swordsman's hand and then made several feints in the air.

"Swish swish"

As the sound of something being severed rang out, the swordsman who had stood up suddenly lost his strength and collapsed into the Scribe's arms.

"Dead."

The moment Scribe touched the other person, she felt the icy coldness and knew that the other person was beyond saving.

"So it really is Spider Silk."

Picking up a thin, almost invisible thread from the ground, the Scribe quickly discovered its true nature.

"Dig a hole...?!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Scribe wanted Tanjiro and the others to dig a hole, but then he sensed something was wrong with the corpse under his feet.

He jumped back, creating space between the two.

Sure enough, the moment the Scribe jumped away, the corpse on the ground also rapidly swelled up, just like the swordsman before him.

Then, it exploded again.

"Hehe, another one."

Amid the explosion, the Scribe heard a very faint but unmistakable sound.

The sound flashed by and then vanished without a trace.

Clearly, the sound did not come from his physical body, but from an ability similar to Blood Demon Art.

After parasitizing the swordsman's corpse, this "message" will be released whenever an explosion occurs.

"What a perverse sense of humor."

Wiping the splattered flesh off his face, Scribe remained completely calm.

Meanwhile, Tanjiro and the others were leaning against a tree, vomiting profusely.

They hadn't noticed the explosion from a distance before, and the Scribe had deliberately led them away from the crater as they moved forward, so they hadn't seen the devastation that followed.

But now, with the explosion at such close range, flying limbs have fallen right in front of them.

The stench of blood in the air was so pungent; entrails and bones were scattered everywhere, so conspicuous in the eyes.

Of the group, Murata is the only one who is relatively good.

Although his face looked terrible and his mouth was bulging, he didn't vomit.

Clearly, he had encountered a similar situation before.

After checking with him briefly, it turned out that an explosion had indeed occurred before.

Murata glanced at Tanjiro and the others beside him, sighed, and walked over to them, patting them on the back to comfort them.

At that moment, Zenitsu, who had followed the Scribe into Mount Natagumo, also arrived.

"Are you all alright? I just heard a really loud explosion."

He greeted us as he ran towards us.

Then, I saw a pool of blood and flesh that had been blown to pieces.

Unable to hold it in any longer, he knelt down and vomited.

"This is troublesome."

Seeing Tanjiro and the others like this, Scribe's eyes also revealed a trace of worry.

For those who had never seen blood, this situation was undoubtedly a hellish scene.

Chapter 266 Mother Spider and Tired

After vomiting for a while, Tanjiro and the others gradually calmed down.