Di Cai Reappears / An Acquaintance from a Century Ago?

"Hey, open the door, bro."

Chapter 392 Dichai Reappears

After the shouts were made, there was no response from inside the mansion.

The huge mansion was brightly lit, yet it seemed as if no one lived there.

After careful consideration, the Scribe tossed the invitation into the courtyard.

Sure enough, footsteps were heard in the courtyard shortly afterward.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."

The sound of the door opening rang out, and a figure appeared from behind it.

"Oh, it's you."

The person who appeared before the Scribe was none other than the young man from Wisteria House who had escaped from his grasp.

"I have offended you greatly before, sir. I am Rokuya."

The young man had a smile on his face and looked no different from an ordinary person.

However, in the eyes of the Scribe, the other party was no longer a species at all.

"It seems you've successfully become a ghost."

"That's right, with the help of Tonryoku, I successfully performed the ritual."

Nodding, Rokuya replied casually, as if chatting with a friend.

"I never imagined that humans would taste so delicious."

After glancing at it, the Scribe responded.

"Really? It seems you don't mind."

"I'm a ghost now, isn't it normal for me to eat food?"

With a grin, Rokuya revealed his sharp teeth.

"Survival of the fittest and the strong getting stronger is an unchanging law."

The smile gradually turned into maniacal laughter, and a look of ecstasy appeared on Rokuya's face.

"Now I have power, I have eternal life, and I can do anything I want."

Everyone has selfish desires. The Scribe has lived for so long and has encountered countless people even more insane than Rokuya.

I don't want to investigate the reasons why he betrayed Wisteria House and the Demon Slayer Corps.

After all, nothing is of any use to a dying man.

"I'm sorry, I was a bit out of line."

After letting out a long breath, Rokuya gradually calmed down after his initial excitement.

"Please come in, my family is waiting for you."

He made a gesture of invitation, Rokuya immediately led the way.

Along the way, the Scribe also encountered other ghosts.

There were men and women, young and old.

The only thing they have in common is that they seem to be able to control their emotions quite well.

When he saw the Scribe that Rokuya had brought in, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he did not panic or become nervous.

Some of the ghosts even stuck out their tongues at the Scribe in a provocative manner.

The Scribe didn't do anything more in response to the other party's disdain.

He simply took a pen and a piece of paper Rokuya, who was standing in front of him.

Do you know all those guys?

"Certainly."

Although he didn't know why the Scribe asked this question, Rokuya still spoke with pride.

"Although I only recently joined, I know all of these seniors."

As he spoke, he introduced each item one by one, like a commentator.

"The guy who stuck his tongue out at you is Anze. He used to be a gang leader with considerable influence."

"That old man is Shiragi, and I heard he used to be a nobleman."

"The woman's name is Iryu, and she has achieved great success in the economic field."

Whenever Rokuya introducing someone, the Scribe would write something on a piece of paper.

Rokuya did not stop the Scribe's actions in the slightest.

It's as if it was intentional.

"Your members are all quite good."

Rokuya accepted the Scribe's praise quite readily.

"Of course, our goal is to build a country of our own, and only the elite will be selected."

"Heh, this goal is much more Muzan than that Muzan guy's."

When the Scribe suddenly mentioned Muzan's name, Rokuya was taken aback and turned to look at him.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly stopped talking.

"Are there any others? Introduce them to me."

"The rest are all ahead."

As he spoke, Rokuya led the Scribe through the corridor.

At the end, two figures were standing in front of a large door.

On the left is a tall man, and on the right is a somewhat elderly woman.

"Tonryoku, Mitsu, I have brought the guests you invited."

Upon hearing these two names, the Scribe immediately began to scrutinize them.

"Haha, sir, we did talk before."

Tonryoku laughed heartily, took two steps forward, and extended his right hand.

"I'm a bit blunt, please forgive me."

Looking at the man who was a head taller than him, Scribe remained silent.

Instead, he looked at the woman named Mitsu with some curiosity.

"Sir, we've probably seen this many times before."

Mitsu is the proprietress of Kyogoku House.

The fact that the other party was here directly confirmed the Scribe's guess.

Adding to the previous incident involving the owner of the Hagimoto House, the Scribe immediately understood.

This is a group of organized and scheming ghosts.

After realizing that the Scribe had no intention of shaking hands with him, Tonryoku's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

He frowned, about to say something, when Rokuya shook his head at him.

"You need to be patient with our future partners."

"Partner?"

The Scribe chuckled, as if he had heard something amusing.

"What's wrong?"

"No, no."

Waving his hand, the Scribe wrote down the names of Tonryoku and Mitsu on a piece of paper while explaining.

"I just suddenly thought of some funny things."

"Believe me, I have professional training; this usually doesn't happen." (Shula)

He shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"The adults you're talking about are right behind the door."

"I'm already here, won't you let me see your true form?"

Somewhat displeased, Tonryoku withdrew his hand. Although reluctant, he turned and walked to the door.

After knocking a few times, he spoke softly.

"Sir, that gentleman has arrived."

"I understand, let him in."

"Yes."

With a respectful expression, Tonryoku took a few steps back.

He took out a key from his pocket, unlocked the lock, and then spoke to the Scribe.

"Sir, please come in."

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply stepped into the room.

The brightly lit room was almost entirely filled with luxury goods.

Some imported goods and decorations that are rarely seen outside are placed here like worthless toys.

"Haha, I presume you must be the Mister Scribe."

A rough male voice came from behind, and then a figure stood up from the sofa.

The other person looked to be around forty years old, with a burly and powerful build, and his strong arms were full of muscles, making him look very tough.

A mature masculine aura emanated from him, enough to attract the attention of most young girls and women.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Dichai."

Chapter 393 An Acquaintance from a Century Ago?

After searching his mind for the unfamiliar name, Scribe finally confirmed that he did not know this guy.

I've never even heard of it.

"What brings you here?"

"Oh dear, it seems that the gentleman doesn't like me very much."

Dichai looked slightly embarrassed by Scribe's coldness.

"Actually, the main reason I called you here is to introduce some acquaintances, and also to discuss something with you."

"An acquaintance? Something to discuss?"

As he wrote Dichai's name on the paper, Scribe asked a question.

"Since you're acquaintances, why don't you come out and chat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flipped the paper over and wrote on the back while saying calmly.

"If you're talking about that guy on the ceiling, I don't think he's someone I know."

"I told you, you were bound to be found out."

Upon realizing that the Scribe had discovered his concealment, the scribe stopped hiding.

As the ceiling warped, a figure appeared and then silently appeared beside Dichai.

"My name is Imamura."

Looking at Imamura, who was dressed in a long robe with not a single thing showing, the Scribe still did not raise his head.