Exposed

"Speaking of which, what is the name of the current patriarch of your Shinri Family again?"

At this moment, the Scribe suddenly spoke up.

"I remember, his name was Shinri Masato?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Jing, who was walking in front, froze, her steps halting.

"I think you must have misremembered."

Without turning around, he took a deep breath and said.

"The current Family Patriarch is Shinri Keito."

After saying that, he led the man of light out of the tent.

"My lord, you must be mistaken. I also remember that the current clan leader is named Shinri Keito."

Really? Then I must have misremembered. But I'll remember this time.

With a smile, Scribe spoke to Hyakuya Shitsu beside him.

"The Shinri Family, they're quite a group of extraordinary people."

Scratching his head, Hyakuya Shitsu looked puzzled.

While the Scribe remained in the ruins of the Entertainment District, in the Eternal Paradise Cult, Doma was having a conversation with a man.

"Did it fail?"

Looking at the man before him, Doma sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"I told you long ago, Dichai, the Mister Scribe is not someone your little guys can defeat."

The man before them was none other than Dichai, who had escaped from the Entertainment District.

However, he doesn't look too well right now.

He seemed listless, his face was as white as a winter snowflake, and there appeared to be dark circles under his eyes.

At this moment, Dichai doesn't seem like a ghost, but more like a human who has gone through a serious illness.

"I miscalculated, Doma."

After coughing a few times, a look of resentment appeared on Dichai's face.

"I didn't expect that guy's strength to be so terrifying, even the Upper Rank couldn't defeat him."

"Do you think that the current Upper Rank Demon are comparable to your casually trained subordinates?"

With a whoosh, Doma opened the fan and patted Dichai's head with the fan blade.

"The current Upper Rank has not changed for over a hundred years; how could you possibly change it so easily?"

"I told you a long time ago that the greatness of the Mister Scribe is beyond your comprehension."

"You've been a ghost for so long, how come your brain is still as stupid as before?"

With a sigh, Doma's expression resembled that of a teacher who sees a student who is not getting it.

"So I prefer chatting with that little guy Kamihito Ichi to you, at least he can sometimes offer some useful plans."

Just as he was about to say something more, Doma and Dichai suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the room suddenly opened.

What was revealed was not the internal scene of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

One house upon another, layer upon layer, a scene resembling Tetris blocks unfolded before them.

"My lord, please."

A cold female voice came, and then a bright light shone from the door, enveloping Doma and Dichai inside.

In the blink of an eye, they had entered the world outside the door.

"This is the Infinity Castle."

Chapter 428 Exposure

"Oh, isn't this Doma?"

As soon as he entered, Doma heard a man's voice calling his name.

Turning around, he saw that it was Shinri Masato greeting him.

"So it's you, Mr. Real Person. It's been a long time."

"Haha, speaking of which, does Doma know what this meeting is for?"

Shaking his head, Doma indicated that he didn't know either.

"The specific reason is unknown, but it's possible that one of the Upper Rank fell off."

"What a terrifying conjecture, Doma."

After making a remark, Shinri Masato asked.

"If you ask me, it might be that guy from Gyokko who has such a fanatical view of art."

"Shinri Masato, what you said is not correct."

As soon as he finished speaking, a vase appeared out of thin air, and then a figure squeezed out of the vase.

It is entirely white, with yellow eyes, green lips, and purple fins on its head.

The place of the eyes has been replaced by the mouth, while the eyes are located on the forehead and mouth.

Several small hands also grow from its head, hanging down on both sides of its cheeks like braids.

This ghost is none other than the Upper Rank Five of the Twelve Kizuki, Gyokko.

"Making teapots is art, art is truth, and truth surpasses even the real person."

Upon hearing Gyokko mocking him, Shinri Masato raised an eyebrow.

Just as he was about to lash out, another aged old man's voice came.

"Oh dear, it looks like you're going to fight. That's dangerous, that's dangerous. I think I should hide."

As you ascend a row of escalators, a hunched old man slowly raises his head.

His forehead was swollen, and he had two horns growing on the top of his head. He appeared very panicked, as if he was afraid of something.

The Upper Rank Four, Hantengu, has appeared.

"I am truly happy to see that you were not beaten to death."

"How could this happen suddenly, when there hasn't been a meeting for over a hundred years?"

"Could it be that the Upper Rank Six Sister has fallen?"

Upon hearing Hantengu mention Upper Rank Six, Doma instinctively looked to his side.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Dichai said anything all this time?"

However, when he looked over, he found that Dichai was already gone.

"Doma, what are you looking for? From the very beginning, there has been nothing else around you."

With a chuckle, Gyokko said.

"Could it be that you forgot to bring something?"

Shaking his head, Doma looked up at the sky.

There, a woman with her face covered by long black hair, wearing a black kimono, and holding a biwa (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) was playing.

What is even more incomprehensible to ordinary people is that although the woman was sitting on the floor, from Doma's perspective, the directions were completely opposite.

However, Doma did not show any surprise on his face, and seemed to be used to this kind of scene.

"The Biwa Woman, and Dichai who's always by my side."

"The master has summoned him; you will wait again."

The woman gently stroked the pipa before speaking.

"Upper Rank One also has something to discuss with him."

"Wow, that Dichai is quite the celebrity."

With a squinting smile, Doma was about to say something, he suddenly felt something fall on his head.

Upon reaching out, I discovered it was a round, bead-like object.

"Is this... an eyeball?"

Looking at the eyeball in his hand engraved with "Upper Rank," Doma showed no fear. Instead, he spoke to Shinri Masato beside him.

"It doesn't look like some guy actually killed it."

"Thump"

With a dull thud, a blood-soaked corpse appeared out of thin air and fell to the floor.

His eyes were gouged out, his limbs were severed, and there were several large, bloody holes in his chest and abdomen.

This makes one wonder what kind of punishment he suffered.

"Lord Muzan has appeared."

Nakime's voice rang out, and then all the demons present felt an extremely familiar aura.

The Progenitor of Demons, Kibutsuji Muzan, has descended!

Unlike when he convened the Lower Rank for a meeting before, Muzan now appears as a young man.

He was sitting on the sofa, his right hand, stained with blood, seemed to be holding something.

"Is this what your so-called century-long plan will ultimately amount to, Dichai?"

Muzan crushed the object in his hand Muzan force, then flung it onto the corpse.

You can vaguely see that it also appears to be an eyeball.

On it, there is also the word "Lu" engraved on it.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Muzan."

At that moment, the corpse suddenly spoke.

Immediately afterwards, the wounds on his body began to disappear rapidly, and his severed limbs grew back out of thin air.

In the blink of an eye, she reverted to her original form as Dichai.

"Oh dear, it seems that Dichai has angered the adults."

Doma glanced at Dichai and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Do I need to atone for my sins? After all, I was the one who recommended him."

"Does the master need my eyeballs? They're fun to squeeze."

Muzan glanced at Doma, his expression icy cold.

"I don't need your eyes, I just want to know why you didn't keep your promises to me."

"Your subordinate deserves to die a thousand deaths. Please, Muzan, calm your anger."

Kneeling on both knees, Dichai pressed her head against the floor, as if trying to explain something.

"The plan was going smoothly; I had infiltrated the entire Entertainment District. But because of that guy's appearance, that's why..."

Frowning, Muzan looked at Dichai and asked.

"Who is that guy?"

"Yes... the Scribe."

"!"

Veins bulged on his forehead Muzan retorted.

Why would someone like Scribe go to a place like the Entertainment District?

"This, I do not know."