"Really? That sounds terrible."
Nodding, Scribe raised an eyebrow, revealing a surprised expression.
Upon seeing his expression, Spider Sister realized that her words had successfully misled him.
"Yes, so please let me go. I promise I will never help them again."
"Before considering whether or not to let you leave, there is one more question I need to ask you."
With a slight smile, the Scribe then spoke.
"How many people have you eaten by now?"
"This..."
Taking two steps back, Spider Sister lowered her head, a trace of sadness on her face.
"I admit I've eaten people, but only three or five, and I've never been proud of eating people!"
"Three or five?"
After hearing what the other person said, the Scribe's lips curled up slightly, as if he had heard something funny.
Really?
He shook his head, looked at Spider Sister, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"This is your last chance. How much did you eat?"
Sensing the aura emanating from the Scribe, Spider Sister's face instantly turned deathly pale.
She glanced at her Spider Father out of the corner of her eye and saw that he was still trapped at the bottom of the river by two trees.
Knowing that she could no longer rely on the other person, she gritted her teeth and then extended her right palm.
"Smack!"
Spider Sister slapped herself hard, then knelt on the ground, large tears streaming from her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I lied to you. I actually ate seven people."
Seeing that Scribe did not speak, she then told the story she had just come up with.
She first talked about how pitiful she was when she was a human, and then recounted the unfair treatment she suffered in Mount Natagumo.
"Just recently, those two gentlemen who came here were the same; they both looked down on me."
"Two people?"
Noticing the key words, Scribe stopped her and asked.
"You mean there are two ghosts here that don't belong here?"
"Yes."
Nodding, a sincere expression appeared on Spider Sister's face.
"That's right, I would never lie to you about this."
She paused for a moment, then continued.
"So, can I walk now?"
"Of course, honesty is a good virtue, and it is worthy of respect whether one is a human or a ghost."
With a slight smile, Scribe's face revealed a strange expression.
"It's a pity that you were still lying to people in the end."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Spider Sister in front of him changed her expression.
He jumped backward frantically, and with a wave of his hands, large swathes of Spider Silk flew out from his clothes.
"So what if I lied to you? Once you're wrapped in my Spider Silk, you're doomed!"
With a ferocious expression, she then shouted.
"Die! Just die already!"
Large swathes of Spider Silk gushed out, and in no time, the Scribe was wrapped into a huge white sphere.
Just as Spider Sister was about to activate her power, the Scribe's voice came from inside the sphere.
"So, you used this ability to devour those people, didn't you?"
As they spoke, a faint burnt smell filled the air.
The next second, Spider Sister's eyes widened.
On the proud, spider silk sphere, a tiny crack had appeared at some point, unnoticed.
Countless flames erupted from it, burning the surrounding spider silk.
That burnt smell came from inside.
"How... how did you do that?"
Pointing at the Scribe who was slowly walking out, Spider Sister said in horror.
"How come you weren't corroded by the liquid inside the spider silk?!"
Without answering the question, the Scribe turned his head slightly and looked in one direction.
"There are many of the spheres you just created."
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Spider Sister knew she was doomed.
The direction the Scribe was pointing was precisely his "feeding ground".
In most cases, she would wrap her prey in her own Spider Silk and bind it within.
Then, relying on the highly corrosive liquid secreted by the spider silk, the clothes and flesh were melted into a pool of viscous substance.
Only when everything is over will she open the sphere and eat what's inside.
Dealing with the remaining spheres was too troublesome, so she gathered them together.
I had thought that only other members of the "family" would know, but it seems that even the Scribe knows.
"I'm doomed."
She collapsed to her knees with a thud, a flicker of despair in her eyes.
All that painstaking work I put into it turned out to be for nothing.
Or rather, she squandered her own opportunity.
"Pfft"
She heard the sound of flesh being torn apart, and felt her vision shift.
The world in my eyes spun a few times, then stopped.
Seeing the Scribe sheathing her sword, Spider Sister used the power of her advancement to ask a question.
"Tell me, did you really ever consider letting me leave?"
Without saying a word, the Scribe didn't even glance at her, instead looking directly at Tanjiro and the others in the river.
"As expected, I still made a mistake."
The light in his eyes gradually faded, and his head drifted away in the wind and disappeared.
"Roar!"
Upon seeing his "daughter" die, the Spider Father in the river became agitated.
"You have hurt my family!"
He shouted something at Tanjiro and the others, then flexed all his muscles.
The trees on its body also made a cracking sound from friction under the force.
Their forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, and Tanjiro and the others quickly created some distance between them.
"I will make you pay with your lives!"
With a cracking sound, the Spider Father forcefully sent the tree that was pressing down on him flying.
Immediately afterwards, he stared intently at Scribe with his spider-like eyes, his fierce gaze seeming as if he wanted to devour him.
However, he did not rush over directly; instead, he curled up into a ball.
What is he doing?!
Seeing the strange Spider Father, Inosuke paused for a moment, then tried to rush over.
Don't go over there.
Tanjiro grabbed him from the side and then said.
"My nose told me that something was about to come out."
On the other side, cracks appeared on the Spider Father's body.
As he continued to exert force, the hard skin began to crack, revealing the flesh beneath.
This feeling is like shedding your skin.
Or rather, it is evolving.
Chapter 275 Tanjiro, Give Me Your Sister
"Is that guy evolving?"
Watching his Spider Father's skin continuously crack and peel, Inosuke then excitedly said...
"Come on, let me see who's the strongest!"
By the time he finished speaking, the Spider Father had already molted.
A much larger body burst forth from the original body, and an aura several times stronger than before spread through the air.
"Life for a life!"
After he finished molting, he squatted down and then thrust his arms in hard.
With one hand on each side, the Spider Father actually managed to lift the broken tree trunks.
"Die!"
With a forceful throw, the tree slammed into Tanjiro and his companions.
"Bass"
Almost at the same time, the Scribe disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, the thrown trees were cut into pieces.
"Splash, splash."
Tiny debris fell and landed in the river, like food for the fish.
"How is that possible!"
Seeing that his attack had been neutralized, the Spider Father shouted, his voice full of disbelief.
Where are you looking?
When he heard the man's voice, he instinctively looked in front of him.
Then he saw the Scribe's face.
Just now, this man killed his family and beheaded his "daughter".
The muscles in his arms bulged instantly, and he raised his arms high before slamming them down heavily.
"Sinner, die!"
The fist shot out like a missile, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, heading straight for the Scribe's head.
If an ordinary person were hit on the head, it would probably be similar to a watermelon being hit by a stick.
But the Scribe disappeared once again.
The next moment, the Spider Father felt his vision go dark.