The boss was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.
"Believe me, you have no other choice, do you?"
The boss gritted his teeth, knowing that Tengen was telling the truth.
"They are the two girls who came to our store before. I suspect they have ulterior motives."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boss clearly felt the man behind him pause for a moment.
After a second or two, he continued.
Is there anything else?
The shop owner didn't know why the man acted that way, but he quickly added something.
"And then there's Warabihime Oiran, the most beautiful courtesan. My wife has been acting a bit strange ever since she started talking to her."
"Finally, there's the high-ranking nobleman in charge of overseeing this place, Dichai. Tonight, my wife went crazy trying to find him."
Nodding, Tengen Uzui temporarily believed what his boss said.
This doesn't mean he has a lot of trust in his boss.
He was just an ordinary person facing life and death. If he could deceive himself, a former ninja, then he wouldn't need to continue living as a ninja.
"I will investigate, and I will do my best to rescue your wife."
Just before leaving, the boss seemed to have overheard another sentence.
"You'd better pray that the Hinatsuru didn't die."
After Tengen Uzui left, the boss felt as if a huge burden had been lifted off his shoulders and collapsed to the ground.
It took him quite a while to manage to get up.
Touching his neck where the skin had been cut, he knew that what had just happened was not a dream.
Trembling, he walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked into the distance at Dichai's mansion.
"Please, bring Mitsu back."
Meanwhile, Koume and Warabihime, who were chatting with Nezuko inside the house, were also ready.
Nezuko carried a cloth bag on her back from the moment she entered the house.
Koume, on the other hand, remained indifferent.
Holding a bag of Senbei, he ate them with relish.
"Tonight is truly beautiful."
Standing by the window, Warabihime looked at the bright moon in the sky, a hint of sigh appearing on her beautiful face.
"It would be even better if there were some snacks."
"Then, Sister Warabihime Princess, what would you like to eat?"
"How about we Koume you and Nezuko?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at them with a smile.
Without saying a word, both Koume and Nezuko clearly sensed that the other person was not joking.
"I'm not lying. The moment I met you two, I knew you were delicious."
As she laughed, a blush appeared on Warabihime's face.
"It might even taste better than the Oiran I've eaten before."
After she finished speaking, her body underwent an astonishing transformation.
The once elastic skin became dry at a visible rate, and numerous lumps appeared all over the body.
Strange thin lines also appeared, covering the entire body.
In just a few seconds, Warabihime transformed from a rare beauty into a giant demon, two meters tall, swollen all over, as if she had been modified by Frankenstein's monster.
Nezuko's eyelids twitched at the sight before her.
He glanced at Koume out of the corner of his eye and found that she was still eating Senbei.
"You guys don't seem afraid of me."
"What's so scary about it?"
After finishing the last Senbei, Koume stood up and patted her soft, white hands.
"From the very beginning, I noticed that your appearance was absolutely stunning."
"Now I finally understand that it was all just a disguise."
A mocking expression flashed across Koume's innocent face as she sneered.
"You are nothing more than piecing together the organs of the people you have killed onto your own body."
When Koume revealed her secret, Warabihime —no, she should be called the Stitched Demon— was enraged.
As someone who loves beauty, what she can't stand the most is someone mocking her appearance.
"You're asking for it!"
With a scream, she threw a punch, aiming directly at Koume's head.
At the same time, accompanied by the sound of a blade being drawn, a figure blocked Koume's path.
Inside Dichai's residence, upon seeing Scribe insulting him, Kamihito Ichi's face darkened.
"From what you're saying, it seems that you, sir, are unwilling to join us and become a part of us."
"Certainly."
With a shrug, the Scribe said nonchalantly.
"Even if you asked me to be the Demon King, I wouldn't be interested, let alone be someone else's subordinate."
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Chapter 395 Disregarding Martial Morality, Ambush
Hearing the Scribe say this, Kamihito Ichi's face turned even uglier.
"Sir, didn't Tonryoku and the others tell you about our grand plan?"
"I said so."
The answer remained bland, and the Scribe didn't even look directly at Kamihito Ichi.
"That was indeed a magnificent feat for you."
"But for me, that's all."
He gave Kamihito Ichi thumbs-up, then turned around.
Although he couldn't understand the meaning of the action, Kamihito Ichi's intuition told him that it was an act of looking down on him.
Thinking back to the confidence he had when he proposed this plan, and the full support of Lady Dichai, it all vanished tonight.
"Sir, is there nothing you'd like to do? Join us, and we'll help you achieve it!"
Unwilling to Kamihito Ichi shouted loudly, staring intently at the Scribe, hoping to see a trace of hesitation on his face.
"Power, wealth, status, beauty—we can provide it all for you!"
"Now that you put it that way, I do have something I need to ask you to do."
Upon hearing that things seemed to have taken a turn for the better, Kamihito Ichi's body trembled.
Her originally pale face regained some color, and she looked at the Scribe with great joy.
With a cold smile playing on his lips, the Scribe replied.
"Call Muzan over here and let me cut him a few times, then I'll agree to join you."
As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture towards Kamihito Ichi.
"What do you think of this proposal, Kamihito Ichi?"
His face turned ashen, Kamihito Ichi finally realized that Scribe was just fooling him.
Not only that, Imamura also wanted to say something, but Dichai stopped him.
He shook his head, signaling to Imamura not to get agitated.
"Let Kamihito Ichi do it himself."
Enraged, Kamihito Ichi paid no attention to Dichai and Imamura beside him.
The brain works at lightning speed, integrating and analyzing the information it knows, trying to find a breakthrough.
He never expected that Scribe, this seemingly ordinary guy, would be so casual when talking about his superior's superior.
Hundreds of years ago, he had consulted with the Scribe to verify the existence of ghosts.
After receiving an affirmative reply, Kamihito Ichi used all his strength to search for and collect information about ghosts.
Initially, his purpose was simple: out of curiosity about unknown creatures.
But as time went on, he gradually realized the terror of ghosts.
The objective has also shifted from research to how to eliminate and counter it.
But when Kamihito Ichi entered old age, his purpose changed again, turning into fanatical admiration and worship.
How could an ordinary person resist the idea of not aging, possessing special abilities, or even being immortal in some respects?
To obtain these things, one only needs to pay a small price.
For Kamihito Ichi at that time, let alone eating people, he would be willing to eat ten people, a hundred people, or a thousand people!
In the end, he met Dichai and became a ghost.
After that, he completely abandoned his human identity and went into hiding, working for Dichai.
Over the course of a century, he also learned that the Scribe was not as simple as he had imagined.
A person who is clearly not a ghost is able to live longer than himself.
This made Dichai, Kamihito Ichi, and the others extremely curious about how the Scribe had managed to do it.
After they arrived at the Entertainment District, Kamihito Ichi, with his wisdom worthy of Demon Fox, activated his pawns and orchestrated everything.
All for the sake of inviting the Scribe to join them today.
But now it seems that even though I had a high opinion of the Scribe, I had underestimated him.
Seeing the changes in Kamihito Ichi's expression, Scribe continued.
"Have you finished thinking?"
When Scribe saw Kamihito Ichi again, he was only slightly surprised.
As mentioned earlier, the other party was not someone I knew well; we had only met a few times.
To live as a human being until death is none of one's business.
To become a ghost and rely on eating people to prolong life is also the other person's own choice.
He didn't want to know the reason, nor was he interested in finding out. (Reading La)
All you need to know is that the Nichirin Blade in your hand is aimed at demons, and that's enough.
"I knew it, Kamihito Ichi, you idiot, your plan was doomed from the start."
Imamura, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and Kamihito Ichi.
"I really don't know why Lord Dichai would agree to turn you into a ghost. It's such a waste."
Although Kamihito Ichi couldn't see the other person's face clearly, he could tell from their tone that they must have a look of disgust.
His face flushed red and then turned deathly pale. Kamihito Ichi gritted his teeth, wanting to say something.
But Imamura's words were like hammer blows, shattering his carefully constructed words.
After all, what the other party said was the truth.
Imamura's angry shouts grew louder and his words became increasingly inflammatory.