What happened here?
The once bustling Kyogoku House has now become hell.
Several corpses lay in front of the door, their faces filled with terror, their chests and abdomens covered with bite marks.
Looking through the shattered windows, the interior appeared even more desolate.
Human limbs were scattered everywhere, and some long, thin objects were even hanging on door frames.
The corridors, rooms, and walls were all marked with signs of a fight.
Some of the cracks were from slashing attacks, but most were left by the Demon Blood Art.
After a few leaps, he arrived at the room where Warabihime lived.
Even though he knew the other person could no longer be there, he still hoped to gather some useful information.
But as soon as he arrived, he discovered that this was the most serious place.
The once magnificent room is now riddled with holes; the walls are almost completely smashed, and there are holes everywhere.
The tatami mats laid on the ground looked as if they had been cut up, turning into rolls of tattered mats.
The exquisite ornaments were smashed to pieces, and their original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
This scene was ten times worse than what happened after the bandits entered the village.
"A fierce battle took place here."
After briefly assessing the situation, Tengen Uzui immediately frowned.
His expression grew increasingly serious as he tried to mentally reenact the battle that had just taken place.
If those slashes were caused by Nezuko's Breathing Technique, how do we explain the marks left by the Blood Demon Art?
Judging from the direction and size, it must have been caused by two different ghosts.
In other words, Nezuko is facing two opponents?
But it feels more like Nezuko teaming up with one demon to fight against another.
"Are the ghosts fighting amongst themselves?"
Gritting his teeth, Tengen Uzui could hardly believe his own judgment.
"What about Koume? Where did she go? Was she eaten, or was she protected?"
Even though the Scribe had said there was no need to worry about her safety, Tengen Uzui still subconsciously treated her as an ordinary girl.
Ultimately, he still couldn't believe the conclusion he had reached.
Warabihime fights against Nezuko when she transforms into a demon.
After falling into a disadvantageous position, another demon suddenly appeared, saved Nezuko and suppressed the first demon.
Moreover, Tengen Uzui even felt that the second demon that appeared was far stronger than the first.
Feeling a bit confused, he quickly shook his head and put the matter aside for the time being.
The fact that neither Koume nor Nezuko's bodies were found at the scene means that they are not dead yet.
In that case, I need to make a new decision.
Should they go find Tanjiro Inosuke to reunite, or should they go to rescue his wives?
Or perhaps, he simply chooses to invite a ghost to his door.
Ultimately, Tengen Uzui chose the third option.
Chapter 410 The Power of Sound Breathing
As Tengen Uzui prepared to take action, Scribe had already brought the two groups of people together.
Among the two groups of survivors, some even recognized each other as acquaintances.
Having experienced life and death, this undoubtedly gave them a strong boost.
In an instant, several people embraced and wept, their faces covered in tears.
Seeing this, the Scribe simply stood aside and smiled.
"Um, sir, what should we do next?"
The Dog-headed Demon stepped forward and said in a fawning tone.
"Should we continue waiting here, or what?"
"Do you know who you're waiting for here?"
Shaking his head, the Dog-headed Demon showed a look of confusion on his face.
His strength and status are not high, so he doesn't know many things.
If it were the Samurai Demon or the Ape Demon, they might know more.
Looking at his bewildered expression, Scribe felt a bit overwhelmed.
If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have kept that Ape Demon alive.
"Fine, let's leave it at that."
After sighing, he beckoned the Dog-headed Demon over.
"How many people did you eat tonight?"
Upon hearing the Scribe ask this sensitive question, the Dog-headed Demon stiffened.
A chill ran up my spine from the base of my spine, straight to my brain.
'I... I...'
The Dog-headed Demon stammered and hesitated, his answer sounding very drawn out.
He walked slowly to the Scribe's side, rubbed his hands together, and looked a little embarrassed.
"Swish"
As the blade flashed, the Dog-headed Demon's expression changed.
"Awooo!"
His other hand was also cut off by the Scribe.
Looking at the arm lying on the ground with its sharp claws fully extended, the Scribe knew that the other party had no good intentions.
They wanted to take advantage of my thoughts to get close and ambush me.
"His nature remains unchanged."
As the Scribe uttered his last words, the Dog-headed Demon felt everything go black before his eyes.
With a single, effortless strike, the Scribe severed the opponent's head, and another notification sounded in his mind.
"Mission progress: 18/110".
Eighteen was undoubtedly the number of ghosts killed, but the subsequent increase in the number made the Scribe frown.
"We need to find a way to figure out the reason as soon as possible."
Turning to the survivors, the Scribe offered them two choices.
One option is to stay here and wait for help from others.
Secondly, follow behind you, but keep a certain distance.
Without a doubt, after witnessing the power of the Scribe, everyone chose the second option.
Only by following the Scribe could they feel hope for survival.
The Scribe's choice was within everyone's expectations, so he didn't say anything more.
After silently turning around, he walked in one direction.
He had killed almost all the ghosts that came to this place, and as long as his so-called superior wasn't an idiot, he certainly wouldn't show himself.
The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, which has a great impact on the Ghost Hunter.
Moreover, having so many burdens following behind him further limits the Scribe's ability to perform.
And so, amidst the burning flames and collapsed ruins, this strange group emerged.
Leading the way was a handsome man with a knife at his waist.
Dozens of meters behind him, thirty or forty ordinary surviving people followed closely behind.
During their journey, the Scribe slew many ghosts and saved many people.
Aside from those being chased by ghosts, many more were trapped in fire or crushed by houses.
It can be said that the tragedy that happened on Entertainment District tonight was several times worse than the original story.
This was not just a localized "violent brawl," but a large-scale murder and cannibalism case that covered the entire Yoshiwara Flower District and was extremely heinous!
It goes without saying that once dawn breaks, this land will be shocked by what has happened here.
"Mission progress: 31/112".
As he slew the evil spirit in front of him with a single strike, a notification sound rang in his mind, and at the same time, the Scribe noticed something strange.
I've been to quite a few places, but the ghosts I've encountered aren't as numerous as I imagined.
Although there are many, they are not to the point where you see one every two steps.
Logically speaking, Dichai should have attached great importance to this plan and should have deployed a lot of troops.
Even if not all of those hundred or so are gathered here, there shouldn't be so few.
Moreover, he hadn't seen any of the ghosts he'd seen in the mansion before.
Tonryoku, Mitsu, Rokuya, Shiragi, Anze, Iryu.
These ghosts that had left some impression on me vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated.
"Hidden? Or is there something I overlooked?"
As he pondered, the Scribe's ears suddenly twitched.
"There are sounds of fighting."
Upon realizing the source of the sound, the Scribe suddenly paused.
Then, as if he had just thought of something, a look of delight appeared on his face.
He changed direction and ran towards another street.
Before long, a burly figure appeared in front of him.
"Tengen".
Recognizing that it was Tengen Uzui, Scribe stepped forward and greeted him.
"How are things on your end?"
"Ah, it's the Mister Scribe."
After giving a response, Tengen Uzui briefly discussed what he knew with the Scribe.
When he learned about the location of the demon's den and the list, he frowned slightly.
It seems that this is the first time he has encountered such a behavior pattern and action of a ghost.
"You'll have to write a long report for Yaozai later."
He patted him on the shoulder and said Scribe.
"But right now, don't we still have something to deal with?"
As he spoke, he stomped his foot on the ground.
Nodding, Tengen Uzui certainly understood what the Scribe meant.
Deep beneath his feet, he could clearly hear the sounds of battle.
It can be said that beneath this seemingly solid earth lies a large void.
Unfortunately, according to his assessment, the road leading there was so narrow that even a small child couldn't squeeze through.