Striking One After Another / The Red-Light District's Undercurrents

It is indeed the Scribe!

"So fast!"

The proprietress stared wide-eyed at the Scribe had suddenly appeared beside her like a ghost.

She had originally thought that by risking her own exposure, she could allow both herself and the young man to escape.

But now it seems that the Scribe are not on the same level as the opponents they have encountered before.

He saved the young man, but ended up getting himself killed in the process.

With a swift chop to the neck, Scribe knocked him unconscious.

Upon seeing the proprietress being caught, the young man didn't hesitate at all and immediately turned and ran away.

The Scribe wanted to catch up, but stopped after taking only a couple of steps.

Because the boss's wife gave him a different feeling.

It was as if something had disappeared from her body.

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe squatted down and brushed the hair off her forehead.

There, a red dot is gradually fading.

Ultimately, it disappeared.

At the same time, the proprietress's breathing finally returned to normal.

Seeing this, the Scribe also fell silent.

Are these guys human or ghosts?

Chapter 386 Successive Actions

At that moment, several noisy footsteps approached.

"Come quick, come quick! There was a really loud noise coming from here."

"I heard it too, it sounded like people were fighting."

"How could something like this happen inside Hagimoto House? Could it be that a customer is causing trouble?"

After standing still for a moment and thinking it over, the Scribe decided not to reveal himself yet.

In a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

A few seconds later, several geisha from the Hagimoto House appeared at the corner of the corridor.

One of the sharp-eyed geishas immediately recognized that the person lying on the ground was actually the proprietress.

"Eeya!"

She screamed.

"Help! The landlady has fainted!"

Soon, the owner of Hagimoto House and several other geishas arrived.

Looking at his wife lying on the ground and the hole in the wall, the boss's face was filled with panic.

What exactly happened here?

On the other hand, after leaving, the Scribe did not choose to leave the Hagimoto House.

Instead, he found Inosuke and told him what had happened.

Inosuke also told the Scribe about what he had encountered before regarding Makio.

Has such a big change occurred?

After listening to Inosuke's words, the Scribe stroked his chin and began to think.

"Indeed, my arrival has changed many things."

According to the original story, Makio was supposed to be taken away by a Belt Demon.

But judging from Inosuke's words, it doesn't seem that simple.

After all, he had stated that he sensed the presence of two life forms in Makio's room.

What's more, the young man from Wisteria House and the proprietress of Hagimoto House, who shouldn't even be here, can actually use Blood Demon Art!

Adding to the series of events that had happened to the landlady, Scribe increasingly felt that things were not so simple.

Suddenly, the Scribe thought of a possibility.

If even the proprietress of Hagimoto House has become like this, then is Mitsu, the proprietress of Kyogoku House who was rumored to have disappeared and then reappeared, also in the same situation?

Upon realizing this possibility, Scribe immediately turned around and ran towards Kyogoku House.

Rewind to a few days before the Scribe went to the Entertainment District.

Kyogoku House, the proprietress, Mitsu, is talking to the Oiran, Warabihime.

"What's wrong, Warabihime? I heard you wanted to see me."

"That's how it is, boss lady."

With a slight smile, Warabihime took out a box from behind her.

"This is a gift I received by chance, but I don't quite understand it. I hope you can help me take a look."

"Oh, I see."

When Mitsu heard this, he smiled.

Every day, many people give gifts to Warabihime.

It's not hard to understand why some strange things occasionally appear in this process.

"What is it?"

Taking the box, Mitsu asked with a smile.

"Is it a hairpin, a headdress, or jewelry?"

"It is the key to reaching the top of the world."

Warabihime's voice suddenly changed, becoming as cold and lifeless as a spring in winter.

"Well?"

Faced with Warabihime's sudden change, the proprietress was clearly taken aback and paused for a moment.

His fingers, almost instinctively, opened the box.

With a creak, the contents of the box appeared before her eyes.

It was a pool of blood!

The pungent smell assaulted his brain, and Mitsu instinctively covered his mouth.

"What, what is this thing, Warabihime!"

With a terrified look in his eyes, Mitsu looked at Warabihime, hoping that she could give him a reasonable explanation.

"Didn't I tell you, old woman, here are the keys!"

Warabihime's voice changed again; this time, it was a hoarse male voice.

"Forget it, you're such a useless piece of trash, you won't understand. Just drink it down."

With that, Warabihime stood up and walked toward Mitsu.

Seeing the eerie Warabihime approaching him, Mitsu quickly dropped the box and ran outside.

"Help! Help..."

She had only run a few steps and said a few words when her body suddenly stiffened.

Several red ribbons completely sealed her mouth shut, leaving no gaps.

Their bodies were also bound, and Mitsu was tied up like a rice dumpling.

With a thud, he fell to the ground, Mitsu could only wriggle desperately.

The next moment, her eyes widened even more as she was already terrified.

The blood inside the box lying on the ground seemed to come alive, and began to wriggle.

Like a slender worm, it instantly crawled towards him from the ground.

Even though Mitsu tried desperately to dodge, he couldn't stop it from climbing onto his body.

Just as the blood "climbed" to Mitsu's mouth, the bandage tore open.

In less than half a second, all the blood flowed into her mouth and disappeared.

After swallowing the blood, Mitsu lay on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Not far away, Warabihime watched as Mitsu drank the blood, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

"The plan is proceeding smoothly."

Back in the present, Kyogoku House, Zenitsu is chatting with the little girl who was crying earlier.

"How are you? Are you alright now?"

"It's alright, thank you, Zenko."

"It's alright, let's go clean the room together."

Nodding, the little girl took Zenitsu's hand and walked towards the room they had been in before.

She suddenly paused when she reached the corner of the corridor.

A tall, middle-aged man appeared before her.

Judging from their attire, they must be guests who have come here.

"Excuse me, I'm blocking your way."

The little girl bowed slightly and quickly apologized.

As she spoke, she took Zenitsu's hand, wanting to leave.

But to his surprise, he was stopped by the man after only a few steps.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Seeing the guest with a slightly flushed face, the little girl thought he was drunk.

'No, no, no, I just want to ask a question.'

As he spoke, the tall man pointed at Zenitsu.

"May I ask what your name is?"

"Me? I'm new here. My name is Zenko."

Upon arriving at Kyogoku House, Zenitsu encountered a guest asking for his name for the first time.

Mistaking the other party for having ulterior motives, Zenitsu's tone became somewhat stiff.

Unexpectedly, the man blushed even more after hearing the name "Zenko".

"That's a really good name."

He licked the corner of his mouth and gave a satisfied smile.

"That way, I can kill you without any mercy."

After saying that, he threw a heavy punch at Zenitsu's head.

Chapter 387 The Undercurrents of the Red-Robed Entertainment District

Faced with the man's sudden attack, Zenitsu had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the man's fist slammed into his head.

Even so, his long combat experience allowed him to make the greatest possible defensive moves.

Hold your right arm in front of you, bulging all the muscles.