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

After a pause, a cold glint appeared in the Scribe's eyes.

"Or rather, who sent you here?"

The Scribe's words were like a needle, piercing deep into the heart of the Speed Demon.

Realizing that the other party knew something, Speed Demon immediately took a few steps back.

He came here not out of boredom.

Just as Scribe was about to press the Speed Demon, who was retreating several steps, a scream suddenly rang out.

Following the sound, the Scribe saw the two people behind the Speed Demon.

Kofuku, and her grandmother.

Unlike the Scribe, Speed Demon also noticed the person behind him, but his face was full of surprise.

Hostage!

The thought popped into his head, and he immediately jumped backward.

Two claws stretched out and grabbed at Kofuku and her grandmother.

Let's rewind a few minutes.

As they walked onto the dark path, Kofuku said to his grandmother beside him.

"Grandma, are you sure we're on the right track?"

"Yes, I asked the staff, and they said they didn't see anyone dressed like Scribe."

After comforting Kofuku, Grandma continued.

"Plus, the train should be in the repair shop, so this is definitely the right way to go."

As she spoke, she continued walking forward.

After walking for a while, they heard a sound coming from ahead.

"That voice up ahead sounds like the Mister Scribe."

With a look of delight on his face, Kofuku quickened his pace.

However, when they walked through the jungle and saw the scene in the clearing, they were stunned.

Besides the Scribe, they also saw a fierce-looking fellow.

Having never seen such a creature before, Kofuku instinctively screamed.

The grandmother beside her didn't scream, but her face showed shock and surprise.

It's like we've met before.

Then she saw the Speed Demon pounce on the two of them.

At that moment, without the slightest hesitation, Grandma bumped into someone nearby.

Using all her strength, she knocked Kofuku away.

Because of this collision, the Speed Demon's only remaining target was his grandmother.

Grabbing her by the neck, the Speed Demon then shielded her in front of him.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"

"Grandmother!"

With a gasp, tears of regret streamed down Kofuku's face.

If I hadn't cried out, I wouldn't have been discovered.

If she hadn't been discovered, Grandma wouldn't have needed to do this.

That way, they won't be arrested.

"It's alright, leave it to me."

Scribe quickly walked to Kofuku's side and squatted down to check her body.

After realizing that nothing serious had happened, he smiled slightly and assured Kofuku.

Really?

Wiping away her tears, Kofuku said tremblingly.

"Really, when have I ever lied to you?"

Although the two had only known each other for a short time, Scribe's words carried a convincing quality.

After carefully examining the Scribe, Kofuku finally nodded.

"Hey, what are you two saying over there?"

Speed Demon, seeing that the Scribe and Kofuku were ignoring him, became angry.

What are you barking like a dog?

With a frown, Scribe immediately roared at him.

"Stop babbling and complaining, trying to get yourself reincarnated sooner?"

As he spoke, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.

Grandma, who had been captured, was stunned for a moment when she saw the Scribe holding the knife.

A distant memory awakened from the depths of her mind.

Twenty years ago, it was a similar night.

She was walking on the street with her daughter, Kofuku's mother.

The mother and daughter were simply traveling normally when they encountered a man-eating demon at a corner.

Yes, my grandmother saw a ghost twenty years ago.

How could the frail mother and daughter possibly be a match for the evil spirit, especially since Kofuku's mother was pregnant at the time?

Without much resistance, the two were driven into a corner.

Looking at her daughter, the grandmother decided to use her own life to attract attention and make her run away.

But in the end, she failed.

Enraged, the evil spirit threatened to kill her daughter in front of her.

Just then, a Demon Slayer appeared.

The blade, wreathed in flames, was swung out, killing him in a single strike.

Grandma didn't know the name of the person who saved them, she only remembered that the person was wearing a haori that looked like flames.

Now, although the Scribe is not wearing similar clothes, it gives her a more reassuring feeling.

Seeing the Scribe draw his Nichirin Blade, Speed Demon gritted his teeth.

He could sense the gap between himself and the Scribe, and if he had a choice, he wouldn't want to fight him.

"Step back! I'll say it again, step back!"

He grabbed his grandmother by the neck and started yelling Speed Demon.

In the blink of an eye, Grandma's face turned red.

"Don't... mind... me"

He stammered out a sentence, and Grandma looked at Kofuku with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"One more step closer, and I will..."

He increased the force in his hand, and Speed Demon was about to continue shouting, but he got stuck there.

I felt a sharp pain in my arm, followed by a gush of blood.

His arm had been severed.

"Ahhh!"

With a loud roar, Speed Demon's eyes were filled with horror.

Before he knew it, the Scribe was already standing in front of him.

Terrified, Speed Demon didn't hesitate for a moment and jumped backward.

Instead of chasing after her, Scribe caught her grandmother and tore off her severed arm.

"Are you alright?"

After coughing twice, Grandma said in a weak voice.

"Fine."

Nodding, Scribe then handed her grandmother to Kofuku and prepared to catch up.

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that the Scribe was about to leave, Grandma couldn't help but call out to him.

"Scribe, do you know the person who saved me twenty years ago?"

A similar fighting style, also involving slashes wreathed in flames.

Seeing all this, Grandma couldn't help but want to get something from the Scribe.

"Twenty years ago?"

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe then obtained the description of that person from her grandmother.

After a brief moment of thought, he nodded.

"I know that person."

"Really? What's his name? Is he alright now?"

Grandma was so excited that she coughed several times as soon as she finished speaking.

"His name is Rengoku Shinjuro, and he's living a very good life now."

With a smile, Scribe gave a brief description of Shinjuro's family situation.

Of course, he hid many things.

Grandma seemed to understand something, but she just nodded and didn't delve into it further.

She also knew very well that there were some things in the world that were better left unsaid.

"Alright, I should go now."

Having fulfilled her wish to see her grandmother, Scribe prepared to leave.

"There's one more thing. If you have the chance, could you please say thank you for me?"

Grandma's voice came from behind again. Scribe stood still and paused for a moment.

"Yes, I will pass it on."

Without turning around, the Scribe simply spoke softly, then nodded.

"Shinjuro is a very good person, I'm sure he'll be very happy."

After saying that, the Scribe left.

On the other side, Speed Demon, who had fled the area long ago, was filled with ecstatic joy.

Although one hand was severed, for a ghost, it only takes a little time to recover.

I'll find a place to hide first, and then come out and do something after that guy leaves.

The first choice is the people inside that factory.

Although he couldn't afford to offend the Scribe, could he really do nothing about those ordinary people?

Given the chance, none of them will escape.

With a smirk, Speed Demon was already contemplating how to torture them.

But before he could be happy for long, he heard a whooshing sound of wind breaking behind him.

"Why are you running so fast? Reincarnate with me, I'm a fast ghost killer."