Zenitsu Has Been Kidnapped (4,000-Word Edition)

What the young man found even more incomprehensible was that the Scribe seemed completely unconcerned about whether he might accidentally harm ordinary people.

"Isn't he afraid of being wanted by the police after committing murder?"

As he struggled to think of how to answer the Scribe, the latter suddenly let go.

The young man's face lit up with joy, but just as he turned around to say something, his throat was grabbed.

After lifting the hair from the youth's forehead and seeing the red spots on his forehead, the Scribe was even more certain that he had not misread the image.

"Tell me, who told you to lie?"

He loosened his fingers slightly, giving the young man enough room to breathe.

Looking into the Scribe's cold eyes, the young man swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.

"It is Tonryoku Tonli."

Who is Tonryoku?

"It's the tall man you mentioned, sir."

With a frown, the Scribe continued to ask.

"Why did he ask you to lie to me?"

"I don't know, I was just following his orders. He's my superior!"

Upon hearing the young man's words, the Scribe asked with some doubt.

"Superior? What superior?"

"That's right, that's the superior who can lead me to wealth and glory, and immortality!"

As he said this, a hint of fanaticism appeared on the young man's face.

"Sir, why don't you join our organization? You'll find benefits beyond your wildest imagination!"

Tell me everything you know.

Feeling somewhat confused, the Scribe asked the young man to tell him everything he knew.

Under pressure, the young man had no choice but to tell the truth.

He was originally able to earn a fairly good salary working for Kyogoku House.

Unfortunately, after developing a gambling habit, he gradually embarked on a path of no return.

Until recently, he lost all his money and even incurred a huge debt.

When he was at his wit's end, Tonryoku appeared, helped him pay off all his debts, and invited him to join a mysterious organization.

Tonryoku guarantees that as long as you join the organization and obey him, you can obtain countless riches, and even have the chance to live forever.

The young man, unable to resist the temptation, agreed without much thought.

After that, he would feel hungry from time to time.

He felt disgusted by the foods he usually liked, but instead, he preferred the smell of humans.

When Tonryoku, the other party stated that this was a normal occurrence.

After a while, once I've finished the ceremony for the youth, this hunger won't be as intense as it is now.

Upon hearing this, the Scribe already understood the gist of it.

The young man before me must have become a ghost.

But somehow, he didn't become completely different.

It's as if the other party is a strange creature that exists between humans and ghosts.

Thinking back to the young man from Wisteria House, the proprietress of Hagimoto House, and the Tonryoku they mentioned, it's hard for Scribe not to think that these guys are from the same organization.

But as the Scribe thought about this, a new question arose in his mind.

What is the ritual? Is it cannibalism?

Under repeated questioning, he discovered that the young man had already revealed everything he knew.

"I don't know. Today is the first time Tonryoku has asked me to do something. He hasn't contacted me much before!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly began to convulse.

His eyes rolled back as if they were about to bulge out.

The sound in his mouth also changed, becoming a completely different sound.

"You are the Scribe?"

With a disdainful smile on his face, the young man—no, it would be more appropriate to call him Tonryoku now—[was a different character].

"Tonryoku?"

"It's me."

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and Tonryoku.

"You were able to sense that something was wrong with this guy; that's quite impressive."

"I have a lot to say to you, but that sir would like to talk to you more."

After he finished speaking, the young man, who had just stopped convulsing, started convulsing again.

This time, his amplitude was several times greater than before.

Not only that, but a few strands of white foam even appeared at the corners of the young man's mouth.

The veins on his forehead bulged out like earthworms, which was disgusting.

Finally, a male voice, even more rugged than Tonryoku's, came from the young man's mouth.

"Scribe, hahaha, I've been waiting for so long, and you've finally arrived."

I will be able to complete the task that sir gave me immediately.

"This is so exciting!"

Hearing the man's arrogant words, the Scribe simply asked indifferently.

"What 'master' Muzan, that guy, just likes to come up with all sorts of weird titles."

"Judging from your tone, you're the mastermind behind this."

"Certainly."

With a cold laugh, the young man then spoke.

"That guy Imamura told me that you're really good, so I left you a lot of little gifts here."

"I just don't know if you'll be alive to see me after you've finished dismantling everything, hahaha!"

After saying that, the young man's head lolled to the side, and he stopped breathing.

Looking at the young man's corpse in his hands, the Scribe frowned.

The Entertainment District is far more complicated than I thought.

Chapter 389 Zenitsu Has Been Kidnapped (4000 Version)

The Scribe showed no emotion in response to the young man's death.

Although the other party is a human, they actively collude with the ghosts.

In his view, such behavior was no different from that of a ghost.

However, he is still wearing a human skin for now.

Moreover, he sees the vast majority of people as equal.

The death of one or two people is not a big deal to the Scribe.

He placed the young man's body aside, knowing that what he should do now was to find the mastermind behind the conversation he had just had with.

Although we only chatted briefly, it provided me with a lot of useful information.

Firstly, Imamura and this guy know each other, and they even have a good relationship.

Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have said that Imamura told him about himself.

Secondly, the other party should be in the Entertainment District right now, and they have left behind quite a few backup plans.

The so-called small gifts were probably given to the young man and the owner of the Hagimoto House.

Or rather, a ghost that is still in a human state.

Third, the other side's infiltration of the Demon Slayer Corps has reached a certain level.

Otherwise, even the young man from Wisteria House wouldn't have been converted.

"Let's go back and check on Zenitsu first."

After thinking for a while, the Scribe decided to go back and check on Zenitsu's condition.

Perhaps we can even get some information about Tonryoku from him.

I walked quickly to the entrance of Kyogoku House, which was still in a state of chaos.

Scribe grabbed a geisha and asked her about Zenitsu.

Zenko? Are you referring to the child who just fainted?

After thinking for a moment, the geisha pointed to the corridor and said.

"Let me take you there. I was just about to go see how she is doing."

That would be troublesome.

Nodding, the Scribe thanked the geisha.

"No, that's not true."

The geisha glanced up at the Scribe's face, then, as if realizing something, quickly turned her head away.

Looking at the other person's slightly flushed face, Scribe couldn't help but touch her own face.

Could it be that there's something else on my face?

Led by the geisha, the two quickly arrived at the room where Zenitsu was temporarily housed.

Before that, they also met several little girls.

I learned from them that the three of them brought Zenitsu some food and an iced towel.

After thanking him, Zenitsu said he needed to rest early.

"This is it."

The geisha said, pointing to a door not far away.

"Zenko should be inside, but she's probably already asleep."

No, no.

With a slight frown, Scribe said calmly.

There's no one in there.

"Nobody?"

Upon hearing what the Scribe said, the geisha paused for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Zenko, Zenko- chan, are you resting?"

There was Zenitsu sound from behind the door.

After knocking on the door a few more times, Zenitsu's voice still didn't come through.

With an anxious look on her face, the geisha then pushed the door open.

With a creaking sound, the scene inside the house appeared before the two of them.

There, a towel lay scattered on the floor of the room.

Not far away, there was a bowl of overturned noodles.

Upon seeing this, the geisha realized that the Scribe had been right.