As the Scribe continued speaking, the man's expression grew increasingly shocked.
The Scribe's description was exactly the same as what had happened to him.
It felt like the other person was always by my side.
Seeing that the Scribe was so familiar with the illness, the others couldn't help but believe him even more.
After that, the Scribe described the illnesses and corresponding symptoms of several other people.
If the man with tuberculosis was mentioned beforehand by someone else, and the Scribe learned about it by chance...
To assess the condition of others, one needs to have a considerable amount of pharmaceutical knowledge.
"You... no, will you really cure our illness?"
By the end, the remaining men and women were completely convinced of the Scribe.
Without realizing it, even the way we address each other has become a form of respect.
"Of course, I also own a fairly decent pharmaceutical company."
The Scribe stood up and addressed them.
"Of course, this isn't free; you'll have to work to pay for it."
The Scribe weren't after petty gains, which is why they were asked to repay the debt through their work.
It was because they were asked to work to repay the debt that these people felt reassured; this was not a game to them.
"That's not a problem!"
Although I don't know how long I'll be able to keep working, as long as I have hope, everything will be alright.
Before anyone knew it, tears had appeared on the faces of several people.
With a few thuds, the awls in their hands fell to the ground.
Chapter 318 The Dream Returns
Seeing their actions, the Scribe knew he had succeeded.
"Alright, since that's the case, you shouldn't stand in this kid's way."
He chuckled and then patted Tanjiro on the shoulder.
"Once we return victorious, we can begin your treatment."
Then, the Scribe slapped the back of his hand.
"This kid can't wait any longer, he's going to go and fight that guy."
Nodding, Tanjiro's face was full of fighting spirit.
Just as the Scribe said, he couldn't wait to fight Enmu.
After all, the fact that his family was "distorted" in his dream had already enraged him to the extreme.
The other party's act of taking advantage of the situation and "luring" humans into their hands is even more despicable.
Please be extra careful.
Seeing Tanjiro ready for battle, the tearful young man smiled slightly.
Entering someone else's dream is undoubtedly a very dangerous act.
Encountering an individual with a strong sense of self like Tanjiro will evoke a sense of resonance.
Some of the characteristics of the Lord of Dreams will, in turn, affect the intruders.
This young man is a good example.
Enmu knew this, which is why she dared not easily invade human dreams herself.
"Let's go."
As she walked forward, the Scribe turned back and said something to Tanjiro.
I think that guy can't wait to see us either.
"Yes!"
Following the Scribe's voice, Tanjiro and his companion disappeared into the carriage ahead.
The young man sighed as he watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance.
He knew that he and his companions were of no help in the battle, so the best help for the Scribe and the others was to stay away from the battlefield.
Thinking this, he said a few words to the others around him.
The others nodded and then walked over to Kyojuro and the others.
They can't help with fighting, but they can take care of people.
On the other side, the Scribe and Tanjiro also arrived at the connecting area between the carriages.
Tanjiro pushed the door open and immediately frowned.
"Hmm!"
He covered his nose, his wide eyes bloodshot.
"What a heavy, foul stench! The aura of a ghost can travel this far."
With a slight thud, Tanjiro already felt a pressure bearing down on him.
This guy is much stronger than the one I met on Mount Natagumo.
"It seems you've already smelled something."
With his back to Tanjiro, the Scribe pointed upwards.
"We're downwind, so that guy should be in the front carriage. Let's get on."
After saying that, the Scribe reached out and grabbed the door frame.
With a slight swing of his arm, he landed on the train carriage.
Following the example of the Scribe, Tanjiro also went up to the top of the carriage.
After walking a short distance, the two saw a figure.
As if sensing the approach of the two Scribe, the figure standing in front turned around and looked at them.
Upon seeing Enmu, Tanjiro paused for a moment, which was rare for him.
But judging from its appearance, Enmu was undoubtedly the most human-like of all the ghosts I had ever seen.
Although the outfit gives off a weird vibe, at least it looks like a human being.
However, Enmu's face is now covered with protruding veins.
It's obvious at a glance that he's under tremendous pressure.
"Oh, you've arrived."
Enmu smiled, giving the impression of a long-lost friend.
Good morning! You had a wonderful dream, didn't you?
Tanjiro raised an eyebrow and glanced at the dark sky.
Thinking back to everything that had happened in the dream, he knew that the guy in front of him was the creator of the dream.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you still savoring the memory?"
With her eyes narrowed, Enmu's tone was very gentle.
"If you want to sleep a little longer, that's fine too."
Although she spoke in a very nonchalant tone, Enmu took the opportunity to observe Scribe and Tanjiro.
"That human child behind us seems to be the target the adults were talking about."
Upon examining the earring on Tanjiro's ear, Enmu realized that he was the target Muzan had mentioned before.
"His strength isn't very high, basically negligible, but that guy in front of us is not so good."
With Enmu's strength, she couldn't possibly discern the true extent of the Scribe's abilities.
In this situation, either the other party is a piece of trash whose strength is even less than an ant's, far below one's perceived limits.
Either their strength far surpasses one's own by several levels, exceeding the limits of one's perception.
"Just in case, let's try it first."
Enmu isn't a brainless idiot; his attempt to wipe out the Demon Slayer Corps using humans shows that his schemes are far from ordinary.
After a little thought, he came up with a new plan.
At this moment, the Scribe spoke.
"Stop thinking nonsense. Bring on your tricks."
If it were a hot-tempered guy, he would have already roared and attacked the Scribe by now.
But Enmu just smiled and then reached out her hand.
"From what you're saying, it sounds like you're not satisfied with the dream I had you have."
A sickly smile appeared on his face, and he then spoke.
"This was a rare act of kindness from me, it really breaks my heart."
"You're not even human."
With a cold laugh, Scribe proved that in terms of verbal skills, he was in no way inferior to others.
He's been using trash talk for ages.
If you want to outwit yourself with words, even all Twelve Kizuki combined probably wouldn't be enough.
A vein bulged on his forehead, but Enmu still smiled.
"If I wanted to, I could let you have a dream where all your relatives are killed."
"Come on then, who's afraid of you?"
The Scribe shrugged, adopting an indifferent expression.
Squinting, Enmu touched her chin.
"Then this time, let's have you have a dream about your father."
After saying that, Enmu raised her left hand and stretched it out in front of her.
Chapter 319 Anomaly
When the demon Enmu was human, she enjoyed seeing other people in pain.
In particular, it causes people to be tormented by nightmares immediately after having a perfect dream.
Those distorted human expressions were simply irresistible to Enmu.
He found it incredibly amusing to watch humanity struggle desperately against misfortune.
But no matter what, he will not let his guard down because of this.
No matter how complicated the process may be, the safest method will be used to eliminate the Demon Slayer Corps.
Just like before, there were train tickets that could cause people to fall into a coma.
He first mixed his own blood into the ink, and then used it to disguise the ticket.
This long-range Blood Demon Art is activated when the Train Conductor makes a notch in the ticket with pliers.
It's troublesome, but its concealment is quite good.
In the past, no human being could detect this trick before being affected.
You get infected without even realizing it; that's reality.
However, although Tanjiro also fell for the trick, he quickly realized how to see through it.
He woke up in the shortest possible time.