Count the Slaps for Me

But when he looked back, he frowned a little.

Tanjiro was being carried on someone's back, his face and body covered in blood.

Mitsu, on the other hand, looked worried and scared, as if he had done something embarrassing.

Upon inquiry, the Scribe learned that Tanjiro was injured because he was protecting Mitsu.

Shaking his head helplessly, the Scribe knew very well that among everyone present, Tanjiro was the most "warm-hearted".

The current Mitsu is different from before; she's now just an ordinary person. Without protection, she could indeed have died in that explosion.

"Let's go, the commotion here has already been noticed."

After saying that, the Scribe led a group of people to leave.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to have Tengen Uzui use Sound Breathing to bombard the ground.

Only after confirming that the passage created by the excavation had completely collapsed did the Scribe feel relieved.

In this way, even if the samurai notice this place and want to dig, the difficulty will increase significantly.

After the Scribe left, a small group of warriors and survivors arrived at the scene.

Leading the group was none other than the robust young samurai, Mr. Jing.

"You're saying there used to be a monster with Boar Head and a human body here?"

Mr. Jing observed his surroundings while asking a geisha a question.

"Please explain in detail, preferably including things like your height."

"How could I know that clearly? I was completely terrified at the time."

As soon as she finished speaking, the samurai standing behind the geisha shoved her hard, knocking her to the ground.

"Just say what I'm told to say, stop with all the nonsense."

"I..."

After glancing at the fierce-looking samurai and then at Mr. Jing. Keigo with his icy expression, the geisha gritted her teeth and desperately tried to recall.

"That must have happened before the monsters came in; the Boar Head monster suddenly appeared in the pig's room..."

After listening attentively to the geisha's words, Mr. Jing suddenly asked a question.

"Is that pig you mentioned before still alive?"

Shaking her head, the geisha said that she had never seen a pig again after the Boar Head monster appeared.

Mr. Jing squinted and nodded, saying nothing more.

Then, he began to carefully observe the surrounding area.

"There was another explosion here just now. Does that mean the guys who caused the explosion are still alive?"

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes seemed to realize something.

He turned to look at a samurai and said sternly.

"Go tell Hikari that the people coming later don't need to dig the pit; they can come here."

"Yes, sir, but what are we doing here?"

"Do what?"

He laughed and then stomped his foot on the ground.

"Come here and dig, dig another tunnel."

Walking to a deep depression, Jing picked up a stone and threw it aside.

"I suspect that the explosion just now was caused by those people destroying evidence when they fled."

Upon hearing this, the samurai said nothing more and turned to inform the younger samurai.

"That's really interesting."

He took a deep breath, stared at the distant glimmer of light, and his expression grew increasingly excited.

"This world actually contains creatures and abilities beyond human comprehension."

"I can't wait to meet those guys."

On the other side, the Scribe, who was speeding through the forest, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Seeing that the Scribe had suddenly stopped, Tengen Uzui asked.

Is something wrong?

"No, let's part ways here first."

Shaking his head, the Scribe replied.

"I'm a little worried, so I need to go back and check on things, and pick up some people while I'm at it."

"Is it Koinatsu Oiran?"

Tanjiro's voice rang out, and then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Scribe.

"Okay, I'm taking her home."

"Really? Please give my regards, sir."

After saying that, Tanjiro closed his eyes again.

After giving a few more instructions to Tengen Uzui and Obanai Iguro, the Scribe left the group.

Soon, he returned to the place where he had parted ways with Koinatsu and the others.

However, as soon as he landed, he realized something was wrong.

Koinatsu and the others have disappeared.

Chapter 424 Count the Slaps for Me

Although I hadn't been gone for very long, Koinatsu and the others had vanished without a trace.

"They were taken away?"

The moment the idea popped into her head, the Scribe dismissed it.

In today's Entertainment District, there shouldn't be anyone who can take Koinatsu away from Gyutaro and Koume's faces.

After a careful examination, the Scribe found no signs of a struggle at the scene.

This further confirmed the Scribe's idea that they had not encountered an enemy.

"However, it's getting a little bright."

The sun is gradually rising in the distance; it looks like it won't be long before daytime begins.

They must have found a place to hide.

At this moment, Black Feather suddenly flew down from the sky and landed on the bricks and tiles to the side.

"Sir, you're back. Koinatsu and the others said the sun is about to rise, so they found a secluded spot to avoid the sunlight."

"I see."

"There's one more thing."

Black Feather spread its wings and flew to the Scribe's shoulder, speaking in a very low voice.

"A group of warriors is approaching this way."

Nodding, the Scribe then stroked its head.

"I see."

Then, the Scribe tore a piece of cloth from the ruins and covered the Nichirin Blade with it.

Just as they finished doing all this, several figures emerged one after another from behind the ruins of a house.

"We must find that crow. It was the first bird we saw after arriving here!"

The leading samurai was a middle-aged man with a square face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the Scribe not far away.

Who are you?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew the sword from his waist and said in a cold voice.

"State your identity and your purpose."

The Scribe before him was vastly different from the survivors he had encountered.

Every living person who saw them before was moved to tears and pleaded for help with great emotion.

But the Scribe just stood there without saying a word.

Most importantly, although the Scribe's clothes were somewhat dirty and disheveled, they were on a completely different level compared to those filthy fellows from before.

All things considered, the square-faced warrior concluded that the Scribe was no ordinary person.

"You ask who I am?"

On the other hand, in response to the samurai's question, the Scribe asked a question in return.

"I'd like to know which family or dojo you come from, whether it's Yi-ga, Ji-sho, Hyaku-yu, or Iwa-sai or something like that."

Upon hearing the names the Scribe mentioned, the square-faced warrior shuddered.

The coldness on his face vanished instantly, and he sheathed his sword.

"I apologize, sir. I was mistaken. I am Hyakuya Shitsu from the Hyakuya Family. Please give me your guidance."

"The Hyakuya Family? I think your current head of the family is that old guy named Hyakuya Ryufu."

"Yes, the patriarch's name is indeed Hyakuya Ryufu."

With her head slightly lowered, Hyakuya Shitsu's face was filled with shock.

The fact that the young man could call his patriarch "old fellow" undoubtedly indicates that he is not as ordinary as he appears.

At this moment, a complete story had already formed in his mind.

A person of high status came to the Entertainment District to relax, but instead encountered a "demon eating people". After escaping by virtue of his own strength and luck, he met himself and his companions who were searching for him.

At the same time, he felt that everything in front of him made perfect sense.

"Sir, is the crow on your shoulder your pet?"

"Is it not allowed? Does your Hyakuya Family not tolerate people keeping crows as pets?"

Upon hearing Hyakuya Shitsu's question, Scribe's eyes immediately turned icy cold.

Like a sharp arrow, it pierced his face.

"That's absolutely not true!"

Lowering his head even further, Hyakuya Shitsu's face was covered in huge beads of sweat.

Why am I so foul-mouthed and not even as bright-headed as I am?

The crows all landed on that man's shoulders; what else could they be but pets?

Her heart was racing, and Hyakuya Shitsu's mind was racing, trying to find a way to calm herself down.

"Hehe, very good. The descendants of that old guy Hyakuya Ryufu now have a much larger area under their jurisdiction."

With a cold laugh, Scribe slowly walked to Hyakuya Shitsu's side and gently patted his shoulder.

"I'll bring it up when he's doing business later, especially your 'great achievements' just now."

The four large characters struck Hyakuya Shitsu's heart like a massive hammer, making him feel as if it were about to explode.

The Hyakuya Family is a large family, but he is not a pillar of the family.

Especially now, the family's main task is not to train new samurai, but to expand overseas markets and try to increase its influence through imported goods.

This puts him in an awkward position, somewhere between being neither the best nor the worst off.

The words and actions of a powerful figure who can conduct business face-to-face with the Family Patriarch can have a tremendous impact on one's life.