After searching for a while, Tanjiro finally found his Nichirin Blade under a chair.
However, he did not choose to Quick Draw Slash the rope.
There was always a voice in his heart telling him this.
"If you cut the rope directly with your Nichirin Blade, something bad will happen."
At this moment, he thought of the Scribe.
"By the way, Mister Scribe should have a solution."
His face lit up with joy, and he then turned to look at the Scribe.
But the next second, Tanjiro's joyful expression froze.
Because he saw the Scribe draw his Nichirin Blade.
A faint flame appeared on the blade, and soon the entire Nichirin Blade was tinged with fiery red.
"Move aside, so you don't get hurt."
With a smile, the Scribe said to Tanjiro.
"I'm going to cut these ropes."
"Don't want!"
Tanjiro quickly stopped the Scribe, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the other party.
"I know what you want to say, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
With a mysterious smile on his face, the Scribe then walked to Kyojuro's side.
With the Nichirin Blade suspended above the rope, Scribe did not cut the rope forcefully as Tanjiro had expected.
He used the flames wrapped around his Nichirin Blade to burn the rope through.
After repeating this several times, the ropes on all four people's wrists were burned off.
Chapter 316 The Illuminated Heart
In fact, Tanjiro's decision not to cut the rope directly but to seek the Scribe's help was the correct one.
If the rope is cut directly with Nichirin Blade, the person who is not the dream's owner will lose consciousness.
In other words, the men and women who invaded other people's dreams will become "vegetative state" patients.
Until forever.
However, Enmu made no mention of these risks.
It's not that he has a bad memory and forgot.
In Enmu's view, humans are like donkeys pulling a millstone.
It's just food, nothing more, there's no need to worry about it.
After the Scribe burned the rope, Tanjiro grabbed Zenitsu by the collar.
"Zenitsu, get up, get up!"
But no matter how much he shook, Zenitsu showed no sign of getting up.
The same applies to Inosuke and Nezuko.
Although Kyojuro showed a slight sign of waking up, he only frowned slightly.
It was precisely because of the signs of awakening that Kyojuro loosened his grip.
The girl he was choking fell to the ground.
"Purgatory First..."
Just as Tanjiro was about to say something, he suddenly felt a pull from behind.
The Scribe grabbed Tanjiro and said.
"Be careful, someone has already woken up."
"Whoosh!"
A sharp awl swept past, coming within centimeters of Tanjiro's cheek.
If Scribe hadn't pulled him away in time, Tanjiro might have already been stabbed by the awl.
The one who attacked Tanjiro was the Braided Hair Girl who had entered Kyojuro's dream.
Breathing rapidly, the girl's face was filled with anxiety as she looked at Tanjiro, who had just woken up, and the suddenly appearing Scribe.
"What's wrong with her? Is she being controlled by a ghost?!"
Seeing the girl suddenly attack, Tanjiro spread his hands, trying to show that he meant no harm.
But before he could speak, the girl opposite him shouted.
Don't bother me! It's all because of you that I can't have sweet dreams.
Upon hearing this, Tanjiro realized that the girl had volunteered.
Following the Braided Hair Girl, the other four people who had invaded the dream also stood up one after another.
Seeing the unfriendly expressions on their faces, Tanjiro sensed something was wrong.
Although I don't know why they volunteered, since they are human, I can't bring myself to kill them.
Being in such a confined space, and unable to exert his full strength, presents a considerable challenge for Tanjiro.
The presence of Kyojuro and the others, who were still unconscious, added to his anxiety.
What are you doing?!
A very young-looking man turned around and shouted something behind him.
"If you wake up, hurry up and help. Don't you want to keep dreaming?!"
Following his gaze, the person behind him was the man who had invaded Tanjiro's dream.
Even after seeing the tears on the other person's face, the man who had been yelling at them continued speaking.
"I don't care if you have tuberculosis or whatever, if you don't work properly, I'll tell that person!"
Although it was just a few simple words, Tanjiro understood a lot of things.
These people may be suffering from serious illnesses and are often looked down upon and ostracized by other normal people.
Left with no other choice, they could only hope to spend the rest of their lives in dreams.
Seeing this opportunity, a ghost used the promise of beautiful dreams as a price to gather them under his command and make them work for him.
"How pitiful, it turns out he was sick."
Tanjiro glanced at the man who was shedding tears and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
But then, his expression changed again.
The evil spirit that takes advantage of others' weaknesses and enters their hearts cannot forgive what the other person did.
At this moment, the tearful man no longer wanted to attack Tanjiro.
He used to suffer from illness and even thought that it didn't matter if he hurt others in order to escape it.
However, after entering Tanjiro's dream, he was influenced by the little man and changed.
He has become the same gentle young man he used to be.
In his final moments before leaving, he grasped the hand of a tiny figure, allowing a part of that figure to enter his heart.
In other words, a part of Tanjiro's heart, the glowing little man, entered his body.
Although it was faint, it was enough to illuminate his dark and depressed heart.
Thinking about what he had done before, he now felt only guilt and self-blame.
But others don't think that way; driven to a frenzy by their dreams, they're capable of anything.
They took a few steps forward and then gripped the awls in their hands tightly.
Battle could break out at any moment.
Just then, the Scribe's voice suddenly rang out.
"Um, may I say a few words?"
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Chapter 317 Admonition
He clapped his hands a few times, and with a few crisp sounds, the Scribe drew everyone's attention.
"I have a general understanding of your situation."
The Scribe shrugged and then spoke.
"He probably has a serious illness and no money for treatment, so he's decided to give up and do nothing."
Although they didn't quite understand the meaning of the last sentence, the Scribe was telling the truth, and they had to admit it.
Gritting their teeth, the group stopped in their tracks.
They wouldn't want to hurt others if they had a choice.
After observing the expressions on the faces of the group, Scribe nodded slightly.
"Now there is a choice in front of you, I don't know if you are willing to accept it."
As she spoke, the Scribe crossed her arms and placed them on her lap.
"I can fund your treatment, how about it?"
"What?!"
Their expressions changed, and everyone, including the tearful man, trembled upon hearing those words.
"Treat your own illness."
This is something they've been thinking about constantly since they fell ill.
And now, this guy in front of them, who doesn't look much older than them and whom they're meeting for the first time, is actually saying he wants to treat them.
"Impossible, I know what you're thinking."
After hesitating for a moment, the man who had been yelling earlier spoke up.
"You want to lower our guard so you can knock us out, right?!"
Upon hearing the man's words, the expressions of the group, who had just relaxed, changed.
They trusted their "companions" even more than the Scribe.
"Don't be so tense, relax."
Having anticipated that the other party would say that, Scribe sighed and then looked at the man.
"If I wanted to take action, I could have knocked you out long ago. Why bother with all this fancy stuff?"
If the Scribe had explained it to them in a serious tone, the man and his companions might not have fully believed him.
But it was precisely this "believe it or not" attitude that made them believe the Scribe was telling the truth.
As he said, although there were more of them, they were all ordinary people.
In a fight, he would be no match for the trained Scribe and Tanjiro.
"Okay, we can talk."
After careful consideration, the man decided to continue listening to the Scribe.
That's right.
With a slight smile, Scribe pointed behind him.
He pointed at the man who was crying and began to speak.
"The clinical manifestations of mid-stage pulmonary tuberculosis are..."