This left Enmu, who thought he understood human beings' yearning for beautiful dreams, feeling very confused.
Moreover, the existence of the Scribe was something he couldn't understand.
He can know more or less the general situation of other people's dreams.
However, the Scribe's dream revealed absolutely nothing.
It was as if the other party hadn't fallen for their trick at all, as if they were dreaming.
"Well, never mind."
She opened her eyes and looked at Tanjiro, her eyes filled with joy.
Once I kill that human, I can get more blood.
As long as I keep getting stronger, one day I will be able to launch Rank-Swap Blood Battle against the Upper Rank demons.
On the other side, seeing Enmu's outstretched hand, Tanjiro also took two steps forward.
He drew his Nichirin Blade, ready to unleash his sword techniques.
"Water Breathing * Tenth Form * Flowing Dragon".
Just in case, he planned to use this tactic to test the waters first.
But before he could act, Enmu sighed softly.
Then he shut his mouth.
But for some reason, a voice still came through.
Blood Demon Art * Forced Unconscious Hypnosis Whisper
Looking in the direction of the sound, Tanjiro noticed that the other person's hand was different from what he had expected.
Like the previous severed hand, Enmu's left hand had a mouth growing on the back of it.
And that voice came from its mouth.
"Go to sleep peacefully."
Upon hearing this voice, Tanjiro's eyes rolled back and he lost control of his body.
Just as he was falling toward the ground, the Scribe caught him.
"Why aren't you asleep?"
Looking at the Scribe who was completely unaffected by her Blood Demon Art, Enmu's voice was somewhat shrill.
"Go to sleep? Why would I need to go to sleep? I'm not sleepy right now."
With a hint of sarcasm on his face, the Scribe continued.
"Is this your Blood Demon Art? I thought you hadn't activated it yet."
The Scribe was indeed attacked by the Enmu, but to him, it was nothing more than a tickle.
Compared to the abilities of the Ubume, the hypnosis technique of the Enmu is still a bit rudimentary.
"Not only me, but someone else is awake too."
No sooner had she finished speaking Enmu noticed that Tanjiro had woken up.
As soon as he regained consciousness, Tanjiro rushed forward again.
"How did he wake up too?!"
Seeing Tanjiro charging towards him again, Enmu activated his Blood Demon Art once more.
"Go to sleep, go to sleep peacefully."
Tanjiro's eyes rolled back again, and his body fell forward.
This time, however, Scribe did not put his arm around him.
The next second, Tanjiro, who had been hit, woke up on his own.
After stumbling, he straightened up and charged forward again.
With an even greater expression of surprise, Enmu seemed somewhat unwilling to admit defeat and used Blood Demon Art again.
Tanjiro was hit again, but he managed to stabilize his body once more.
Using the "cast interval" as a buffer, he ran a few more steps forward.
He was infected, woke up, and charged forward.
After repeating this several times, the distance between the two sides had been reduced to within a few meters.
At this moment, Enmu realized that the other party was not immune to her abilities.
Tanjiro had been hit by the attack several times, but the moment he was hit, he realized that he was in a dream.
He then committed suicide without hesitation.
"Even if a human knows they are in a dream, they still need to have the courage to commit suicide."
As Tanjiro closed the distance, Enmu acknowledged in his heart that the other was no ordinary man.
Moreover, Tanjiro is currently in a state of extreme rage.
Because this time, he had a nightmare.
In his dream, all he heard were accusations from his family.
"My family, how could this be..."
Tanjiro stared directly at Enmu and roared.
"Say such things!"
He raised his Nichirin Blade high, then swung it down forcefully.
"I will not allow you to insult my family!"
A water dragon appeared on the blade, then gathered within it, giving the black Nichirin Blade a blue glow.
"Pfft"
Without hesitation, he slashed down, Enmu's head flew off.
With a hint of surprise on his face, Enmu's head flew through the air while its eyes remained fixed on him.
Even after killing Enmu with a single strike, Tanjiro showed no joy on his face.
Because he barely felt the reality of his fate.
Was this also a dream?!
An idea popped into Tanjiro's mind, and he began to wonder if he had fallen for the other party's technique once again.
Or perhaps the opponent is simply powerful but lacks the ability to deal with close-range attacks.
While Tanjiro was thinking, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder.
Watch out behind you.
The Scribe's voice came, and Tanjiro turned around to look behind him.
His eyes widened immediately.
The severed head bounced a few times on the ground before coming to a stop.
Immediately afterwards, a strip of flesh grew out from the break, as if taking root, and pierced deeply into the carriage.
"I finally understand why that person chose you as the target of their mission."
Ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of her mouth, Enmu took a deep breath and said.
"Your mere presence makes me uncomfortable."
"Don't be nervous, your attack was effective."
Looking at the talking Enmu's head, the Scribe explained to Tanjiro.
"However, you didn't attack his true form."
"That's right."
With a strange smile, Enmu spoke.
That expression! I want to see it a little longer; it's so adorable.
Seeing the mixture of surprise and fear on Tanjiro's face, Enmu's face turned slightly red.
"Ah, I feel really good right now."
You really have a twisted sense of humor.
Pointing to the headless body behind him, the Scribe spoke to Enmu's head.
"That thing isn't your original body, is it? And the head in front of us isn't your head either."
The Scribe's words were somewhat puzzling, and for a moment, Tanjiro didn't understand what he meant either.
"Of course, it's just a piece of meat shaped like a human head."
Perhaps because she was in a good mood, Enmu began to explain to them.
"For me, it's not difficult to take a few pieces of meat and make a puppet that can move around."
The strip of flesh below the head now seemed to be alive, constantly contracting and relaxing.
Are you surprised? Well, let me tell you another secret.
Using the movement of the meat strips, Enmu straightened her head.
"My true form is right here at your feet."
Chapter 320 Awakening
Tanjiro was startled upon hearing Enmu's words.
He looked down at his feet, his eyes wide, as if he was absolutely certain that he hadn't seen wrong.
After several seconds, he blinked a few times.
Putting aside whether Enmu was deceiving them, if not, then there's only one possibility.
A terrifying thought slowly surfaced in his mind.
"Could it be that..."
"You and this train have become one."
The Scribe's voice rang out, showing no sign of surprise.
It was as if he had known about this for a long time.
With a slight change in expression, Enmu seemed somewhat surprised that the Scribe knew about this.
But then he thought, he was going to tell anyway, so what was there to be afraid of?
"That's right."
He gave a wicked smile, his face full of laughter.
"While you are drifting off to sleep, I will have already become one with this train."
As he said, the Infinity Train has now become his new body.
Unless the entire train is destroyed or his weak point is attacked, Enmu is completely indestructible.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tanjiro's pupils contracted slightly.
The possibility he least wanted to accept has appeared.
As Enmu carefully observed Tanjiro's expression, his face was filled with excitement.
"Hehehe, your expression is just amazing."
Upon hearing the sound of Enmu's voice, Tanjiro suddenly remembered something else.
According to Enmu, the train became his new body.
The passengers on that train, wouldn't they be...?