A Life-Saving Favor from Twenty Years Ago (Two-in-One)

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to lie down for a bit."

"The Foreman's room is in the northeast corner, right? The door wasn't locked, so it should be fine."

"No one will go, let's rest for a while."

Looking at these "naive" fellows, Scribe smiled but said nothing.

Immediately afterwards, he went to the Foreman's workshop.

Just as Achen said, there is indeed an inspection report about the train here.

After carefully reading through it, the Scribe sighed and put it down.

"As expected, nothing was found during the examination."

If there were any real problems, Achen and the other workers would have discovered them beforehand, and there wouldn't have been a notification that the work was up to standard and could continue.

There are no problems with the train, either in terms of structure or wear and tear.

"We still need to see it for ourselves."

After reading the last page, the Scribe slowly closed the book and walked outside.

When the Scribe came out, some employees greeted him with smiles.

As he responded, the Scribe walked outside.

After packing up the remaining bento boxes, he planned to leave.

At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

Have you seen Achen?

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone realized that it seemed like they hadn't seen Achen for quite some time.

Judging by the time, it must have taken at least half an hour.

"He hasn't come back for so long, I hope nothing has happened to him."

"No way, Achen is a long-time employee, he's very familiar with the surroundings."

Looking at the dark sky outside, Scribe seemed to have thought of something.

After some time, a shadow suddenly lengthened.

The person who arrived was none other than Achen, who had disappeared for a long time.

"Where have you been, you little rascal? Why is your head so long..."

An employee was about to greet him, but before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened.

At this moment, Achen's face was pale, and he walked unsteadily, looking extremely flustered.

Behind him, a ghost was standing there.

The ghost looked to be around thirty years old, with a medium-sized, well-proportioned figure and an extremely ugly appearance.

The only thing that was surprising was the other person's thick legs.

The muscles are bulging, clearly indicating that they are very well-developed.

"Hehe, I didn't expect there to be so many people here."

With a cold laugh, the ghost peeked out from behind Achen and licked its lips.

"I wonder how you want to die today."

Help me, help me!

His lips trembled, and Achen even stuttered a little when he spoke.

He was just going out for a walk, how could he have encountered such a monster?

No matter how fast I ran, the other person caught up with me in the blink of an eye.

Without a doubt, this is a speed demon.

Chapter 303 The Life-Saving Grace Twenty Years Ago (Part Two)

Upon seeing the ghost behind Achen, Scribe immediately narrowed his eyes.

"I see, so there were some unexpected guys who got in."

As the Scribe scrutinized the Speed Demon, the demon licked its lips and then gave a wicked smile.

Under Achen's surprised gaze, he licked the other's cheek.

The sweat that had flowed from his excitement was licked clean by the other person, and Achen's pupils were filled with disgust.

"It tastes good. You can live a little longer."

After swallowing the other person's sweat, Speed Demon smacked his lips a few times, an excited look on his face.

"What I like most is classifying my prey."

When Speed Demon was human, he liked to categorize things according to his own preferences.

In particular, he sees humans as only two types: useful and useless.

This idea became even more terrifying after he became a ghost.

Humans that taste good and are delicious are fine; he'll eat them on the spot.

Those who didn't taste good would be tortured to death first, and their bodies would be mutilated.

Just like now, Achen's cooking is very satisfying to him.

Although he has survived for the time being, Achen's life will probably come to an end once Speed Demon kills the other employees.

Watching Speed Demon lick Achen's face, for some reason, a sentence suddenly came to Scribe's mind.

"This smell is the smell of a lie!"

Scribbled at his face, Scribe remained silent, intending to observe what Speed Demon would do next.

Grabbing Achen's shoulder, Speed Demon then tossed him aside.

"So, which one should we start with?"

Upon hearing what Speed Demon said, a tall employee subconsciously moved closer to the Scribe.

His face was full of solemnity as he spoke softly.

"Scribe, move back a bit and find a chance to leave quickly."

In his view, this was not a place for Scribe.

They had only come here out of curiosity, and the Scribe had even brought them lunch boxes.

It had been a long time since I had encountered such a heartwarming thing, and this employee did not want anything to happen to the Scribe.

Although the creature before him looked ferocious and had a menacing expression, he did not consider it invincible.

There are more than a dozen of them here; one punch from each of them would be enough to kill someone.

Swallowing hard, the employee shouted.

"Who do you think you are? Get out of here!"

With the first "leader" in place, the other employees felt more confident.

They mustered their courage and echoed.

"That's right, get out of here!"

"Don't let your ugly appearance fool you, we're not easily intimidated!"

"And Achen, you should apologize to him before you leave!"

Looking at these employees yelling at the ghost, the Scribe's face was full of helplessness.

Should we call these people confident or bold?

If they knew that the creature before them possessed near-immortality, they probably wouldn't have been so quick to boast.

He sighed and then patted the other person on the shoulder.

"It's alright, leave it to me, it'll be quick."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward.

The others, seeing the Scribe appear, immediately tried to stop him.

But the Scribe was like a ghost, dodging their interception in a few flashes.

Speed Demon was somewhat surprised to see the Scribe appear.

"You give me a very good feeling."

He licked his lips and smiled at the Scribe.

"It seems like you're the best-tasting one tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Achen, who was not far away.

"In that case, there's no need for this guy to exist."

The next second, the Speed Demon's figure vanished.

A whooshing sound was heard, and a gust of wind suddenly swept through the factory.

Before Achen's terrified eyes, the Speed Demon appeared in front of him.

Die!

Raising his claws high, he thrust them out fiercely.

Once stabbed, Achen's body will be torn apart like tofu.

On the verge of life and death, Achen seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.

However, the pain he expected did not come.

"?"

He opened his eyes in surprise, but instead of seeing the disgusting face of the Speed Demon, he saw a tall figure.

"Scribe, sir?"

He murmured, Achen eyes filled with surprise.

"Don't be nervous, just leave it to me."

Withdrawing his fist, Scribe smiled at Achen, then looked ahead.

Just then, Speed Demon stood up and looked at the Scribe who had been sent flying by a single punch, filled with shock.

"Who are you?"

"Me? A man."

The Scribe's answer caused an uproar to erupt on the other person's forehead, and their face turned ugly.

A human who can blast himself away is obviously not a normal person.

Speed Demon also knew that the other party was a Demon Slayer.

"Demon Slayer..."

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when he saw Scribe appear in front of him.

Grabbing Speed Demon's face, Scribe took a step forward and carried him out of the factory.

The employees fell silent as they watched the Scribe and Speed Demon disappear into the distance.

Tonight, they saw something that overturned their understanding.

On the other side, the Scribe, holding the Speed Demon, had already brought him to a jungle.

He tossed it away with a "bang," then clapped his hands.

"Once we get here, everything should be fine."

Seeing Speed Demon got up, the Scribe spoke.

"Your presence here is no coincidence, is it? Tell me your purpose."