Die Now or Die Later / Leaving the Tokito Estate

This was the first time he had ever encountered a ghost that would run away when faced with indecision.

In any case, he, Kamihito Ichi, was also an Upper Rank.

"Can't you set a good example for the other ghosts? Come on, let's fight! It would be great if we fought to the death!"

With a helpless sigh, he sheathed his Nichirin Blade.

This battle is likely to end hastily.

Chapter 402 Now or Later

Looking around, the once magnificent and luxurious room was now dilapidated.

Looking further down, the explosions caused by the previous battle had set the entire mansion ablaze.

Flames were burning everywhere, and the temperature in the air was constantly evaporating the moisture from the human body.

In his perception, the two life forms were getting further and further away from him.

"Let's go find Tanjiro and the others first."

After a moment's thought, the Scribe did not choose to chase Kamihito Ichi and the others.

In his heart, he was still somewhat concerned about the backup plan that Dichai had mentioned back then.

Perhaps for me, these are just some simple things.

But for Tanjiro and his friends, it might be a life-threatening danger.

In a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

Upon leaving Dichai's residence, the Scribe discovered that the sounds of battle had attracted the attention of the surrounding residents.

Whether they are guests, geishas working here, or shop owners, many people look at this place with curious eyes.

"We didn't directly spot any ghosts."

Standing atop a building, Scribe scanned the crowd and found no trace of ghosts.

He took out the note he had written on earlier, intending to burn it.

Since Dichai can increase her own "life", then this list is not very valuable.

But then he thought about it again, and it seemed that the Scribe remembered something, so he ultimately did not do it.

"The closest one to here is Toki-ya, right?"

After determining the direction, his figure disappeared again.

Downstairs, a group of ordinary people, drawn by the explosion and fire, were gathering in this direction.

"Look, isn't that Lord Dichai's residence?"

"How could this be? Has someone launched an attack?"

"What are you all looking at? Hurry up and go in to save them!"

Such sounds continued to rang out, and soon some people ran over with fire extinguishing tools.

Meanwhile, the Scribe also rushed to the Toki-ya as quickly as possible.

As soon as he arrived, his brows furrowed slightly.

The once lively Toki-ya was now completely silent, as if its microphone had been muted.

There were no tourists to be seen on the nearby streets; the area seemed to have become a forbidden zone.

Even though the fire could be seen inside the house, no one was going in or out.

The air was filled with a pungent, bloody smell.

"Many people died."

Standing at the door, the Scribe could tell what had happened inside just by taking a sniff.

Upon entering, the first thing he saw was two corpses.

Judging from their attire, they appear to be a geisha and a customer.

The two men's chests were ripped open, exposing their internal organs.

Looking at their contorted faces, it was clear they had suffered some inhuman torture before they died.

The further you go in, the more corpses you find.

The Scribe even remembered the names of some of the corpses.

But in less than a night, these people who were once alive had turned into cold corpses.

He fell here forever.

The Scribe carefully examined the corpses, going through every room and every floor.

Fortunately, he did not find Koinatsu's body, which relieved him a little.

Finally, he arrived at the last floor.

In the room at the end of the corridor, he clearly sensed that there was still life inside.

"Bang!" (This appears to be a fragment of a sentence or a title.)

He grabbed the house and saw what was inside the room.

In the corner were the owner and his wife of the Toki-ya, as well as some surviving geishas.

At this moment, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling like sieves.

On their opposite side was a ghost.

Its head has mutated, resembling a ferocious dog's head.

Starting from the neck, it is completely covered in downy fur.

Sharp claws also appeared on its hands and feet, leaving deep scratches on the tatami mat as it walked.

"Um?"

Hearing the door open, the Dog-headed Demon looked back.

"Are there other humans?"

His words were laced with disdain, as if he completely looked down on the human race.

Upon discovering the Scribe, his face became even more sarcastic.

"I thought it was Demon Slayer, but it turns out to be a guy disguised as a swordsman."

In his view, although the Scribe carried a knife at his waist, he did not feel any danger.

They were even less capable than some of the strong young men who had previously wielded knives.

"Kid, if you run away now, I might spare your life for now."

It stuck out its rough, scarlet tongue and licked its lips, causing large amounts of saliva to drip down and corrode the ground.

"If you can hide and not be discovered before I finish eating these people, I'll let you go, okay?"

However, the Scribe did not collapse to the ground or scream and run away as he had imagined.

Instead, he slowly walked towards himself.

"I'm asking you, are you Dichai's subordinate? If you cooperate, I can let you live a little longer."

"Ha?"

Upon encountering such a human for the first time, the Dog-headed Demon paused for a moment and scratched its ears.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Are you scared out of your wits?"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his ferocious maw.

It took a bite out of the Scribe's head, wanting to tear it apart and chew it to pieces.

"I think you don't need to leave anymore, just become my food!"

As the Dog-headed Demon lunged at the Scribe, a flicker of despair crossed the eyes of everyone in the Toki-ya.

They knew nothing about the Dog-headed Demon, only that they had been slaughtering humans since they appeared that night.

No matter who it is, once he discovers them, they will be disemboweled and become food for the other party.

Now, these people are the only living people left in the Toki-ya.

This was even with the Dog-headed Demon deliberately going easy on him, wanting to have more fun.

If they were truly only hunting for food, they would have been dead long ago.

When they met the Scribe, they hoped that he would spread the word about what was happening here.

If it could bring rescue, that would be wonderful.

But the Scribe seemed to be in a daze and walked straight over.

At this moment, the glimmer of hope that had just risen among everyone was shattered once again.

Many people even feel that biting off their tongue to commit suicide is not a wise way to die.

The proprietress of the Toki-ya closed her eyes, not wanting to see the scene of Scribe having his head bitten off.

"Ah!!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream rang out, almost piercing everyone's eardrums.

"Just as I thought..."

A feeling of despair welled up from the bottom of her heart, and the proprietress felt that she was about to succumb to the pressure of waiting to die.

But suddenly, she thought of something.

If the Scribe was really bitten off, how did it make a sound?

Besides, the voice didn't seem like his; it sounded more like that evil spirit.

She slowly opened her eyes, and after seeing clearly, she immediately covered her mouth.

The once ferocious Dog-headed Demon was now lying on the ground howling in agony.

The thick right arm was gone, and a large amount of blood gushed out, forming a small pond on the ground.

Beside him, his severed arm was dissipating into the air in a strange way, turning into black smoke.

"I'll say it again, are you Dichai's subordinate?"

"I'm stepping on the Dog-headed Demon's head, "Scribe said coldly.

"If you don't talk, you'll die right now."

Chapter 403 Toki-ya

With the force of the foot, the Dog-headed Demon's head seemed to be flattened by the stomping.

Its face was pressed against the ground, and it even had a dent in it.

"Pfft"

The next second, one of his eyes was crushed by the Scribe, and purulent yellow liquid spurted out.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

The Dog-headed Demon's attitude had completely changed, revealing an undisguised fear in its remaining eye.

He had no idea how the man in front of him made his move.

He dodged the attack with uncanny movements, and then easily severed his right arm with an unknown weapon.

What he couldn't understand even more was the unbearable pain coming from the broken wound.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

His mind was screaming, Dog-headed Demon even wondered if he was dreaming.

"What's going on with this man? Is he Demon Slayer? But he's not wearing the clothes mentioned in the intelligence report."

"If he is a pillar, how could I not sense it?"