This organization, centered around Dichai, Imamura, and Kamihito Ichi, has a relatively complete and mature system.
There are clear hierarchies, rigorous promotion processes, and a distinct superior-subordinate relationship among them.
This group of ghosts was far more sophisticated than the one he had encountered before.
Even Muzan, according to the Scribe, was somewhat lacking in this aspect.
After a brief analysis, he raised the level of danger for Dichai to another level.
To be able to control a group of ghosts to this extent is undoubtedly a terrible blow to the human race.
If given the chance, I will definitely wipe them out completely.
"Boom!"
Not long after they left, a loud bang occurred several streets away, followed by a notification sound in the Scribe's mind.
"Mission progress: 1/109".
Upon receiving this news, he was filled with mixed emotions.
The system's prompt is correct, which means that the task has indeed been partially completed.
But Dichai disappeared long before Kamihito Ichi and Imamura, so the probability of her returning here is not high.
If that's the case, why did it complete the addition of one?
Could it be?
An idea popped into his mind, and the Scribe looked at the Dog-headed Demon not far away, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
If my idea is correct, it will be of great help in my analysis of Dichai.
While the Scribe pondered what to do next, the Dog-headed Demon walking ahead was inwardly overjoyed.
"Hahaha, what an idiot, you even asked me to take you to the rendezvous point, have you lost your mind?"
He licked his lips excitedly, already imagining the scene of the Scribe and the people behind him being surrounded by several, even dozens, of ghosts.
"Even if that guy is strong, can he possibly defeat so many ghosts?"
When the time comes, I'll find a place to hide first, and then launch a sneak attack when the man behind me is exhausted.
While devouring his powerful flesh and blood, they also served as snacks to ordinary people.
"With this, I've taken another step closer to becoming one of the Twelve Kizuki."
As he imagined the climax, the Dog-headed Demon couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Even though he quickly realized what was happening and covered his mouth, a cold voice still came from behind him.
"What's so funny?"
"Um, this..."
Speechless for a moment, a layer of sweat appeared on the Dog-headed Demon's forehead.
"I just thought of a joke, um, a really funny joke."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe remained silent, stepped forward, and unleashed his right fist.
"Bang!"
It felt like a Fire Train had run over my face; the Dog-headed Demon's head was completely deformed.
A clear fist mark appeared on his cheek.
"If you make another sound, you'll die right now."
"Okay, okay, I won't, I won't."
Covering his face, the Dog-headed Demon disregarded his dignity and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
"I will lead the way carefully, please don't hit me anymore."
As he spoke, he stood up shakily and walked forward again.
Although he concealed it well, the Scribe could still see a hint of resentment and anger deep in his eyes.
"Interesting, are you trying to trick me?"
With a quick glance, he guessed pretty much everything about the Dog-headed Demon's plan.
"Fine, let me see what kind of place this so-called *** is."
With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe showed no fear on her face.
For the Dog-headed Demon, this was a chance to break free from control, regain his freedom, and even go further.
But for the Scribe, this is also an opportunity.
Led by the Dog-headed Demon, the group passed through several alleys and finally arrived at an open space.
"This is the designated location."
Pointing to the cleared square not far ahead, Dog-headed Demon said.
"It seems there are already people waiting."
Following the direction of his finger, the Scribe indeed saw several figures.
Chapter 405 Treating the Scribe as a commodity?
These figures were all strange and varied, and it was almost impossible to see any similarities between them.
But to ordinary people, these monsters undoubtedly exude a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura.
In the eyes of the Scribe, these were just a group of kindergarten kids who hadn't experienced much "beating".
"A new guy has arrived."
In the center of the arena, a demon with armor covering his entire body, a short sword at his waist, and an appearance somewhat like a samurai, opened his mouth.
"There are many humans behind him."
"It must be his food. What a clever farmer."
Another voice rang out, its words filled with mockery of humanity.
This is a bloated ghost, whose entire body is almost entirely covered in fat.
He's currently eating something with his mouth open, enjoying it immensely.
At his feet lay a beautiful geisha, her body disemboweled and her internal organs gone.
"Mmm, the flesh and blood of young women are so delicious, so tender and smooth."
Not far away, some young geisha with terrified expressions and tattered clothes saw this scene and were so frightened that they burst into tears.
Their place was massacred by the Fat Demon, and only these few people survived.
According to the Fat Demon, the reason they live is simply because he thinks dead people don't taste good.
When I feel a little hungry, I will randomly select a "lucky one".
After eating his fill, the Fat Demon didn't forget to tear the geisha's corpse into pieces and throw them to the other demons.
A ghost that looked remarkably like an ape turned red in the eyes after seeing the flying flesh and blood.
He grabbed the severed arm and started tearing at it.
"Among us, you are the most cannibalistic."
"Hehe, you flatter me. After all, when I was still human, I was a cook."
The other ghosts were only concerned with the flesh and blood in their own hands and had no time to pay him any attention.
Only the Samurai Demon was a little different. After receiving the flesh and blood, although his body stiffened, he did not swallow it directly.
Suppressing his hunger and greed, he said coldly.
"Let's eat, stop talking nonsense. There are still some guys and that lord who haven't arrived yet."
As he spoke, he looked in the direction where the Dog-headed Demon and the Scribe were.
"Um?"
Noticing the Samurai Demon's gaze, the Scribe looked back without hesitation.
Two gazes met in the air, but one of them quickly lost.
"That guy!"
With just one glance, the Samurai Demon sensed that the Scribe was no ordinary person.
Although he was standing behind the Dog-headed Demon, no one would believe that the Scribe was a captured slave.
He knew the strength of the Dog-headed Demon. Although it was considered quite good among these demons, it was not qualified to capture such a powerful being.
He had never seen a powerhouse of this caliber before.
Even though I had the privilege of meeting Lord Imamura once, he didn't put as much pressure on me as that man!
Hidden beneath the human skin is a raging fire powerful enough to burn oneself to ashes!
If that's the case, why is the Scribe here?
"Could it be?!"
A bead of cold sweat broke out, and a guess that even the Samurai Demon couldn't believe popped into his head.
That human wanted to wipe out all of them, including himself.
"How dare he!"
His mind was screaming, and at that moment, Samurai Demon wondered if he was going a little crazy.
"Even the pillars of those Demon Slayer from the past couldn't kill so many of us demons!"
These ghosts are all quite capable to be Dichai's subordinates and assigned to carry out missions.
Some of them even possessed the strength of Lower Rank Moon.
This Samurai Demon is one of them.
But at this moment, his Lower Rank strength did not bring him any sense of security.
He stared intently at the Scribe, watching his every move.
Every step the other person took seemed to give his almost non-beating heart a violent jolt.
One step, two steps, three steps...
As the distance between them continued to shrink, the Samurai Demon's eyes widened more and more.
Finally, the Dog-headed Demon and the Scribe stopped.
"Hey, doghead, you're a little late."
Squinting, the Fat Demon glanced at the Scribe behind the Dog-headed Demon and chuckled.
"That guy behind you smells pretty good. Give me a leg later."
"Haha, I see you brought quite a lot of 'food' too. Share it with us later."
The Dog-headed Demon's gaze swept over the assembled ghosts, but there was little smile on his face.
He hadn't expected that there would be far fewer ghosts here than he had imagined.
Even the important person he was waiting for had not yet arrived.
Right now, all we can do is hope to buy some time.
"How about this? I'll trade you those human women for this one man. What do you think?"
Lying prone on the ground, the Fat Demon then began to wriggle.
As he approached the Scribe, his nose twitched slightly, and a look of rapture appeared on his face.
"Ah, this is the feeling, it's amazing."
Overwhelmed with emotion, his greasy face trembled, and even bits of oil flew everywhere.
"I captured seventeen humans in total. If I trade one for you, you've made a profit. How about it?"
A shrewd glint flashed in his eyes; Fat Demon seemed to be really looking forward to this deal.