The young man was in charge of the Scribe.
However, the man, who looked rather thin and was even a little shorter than the Scribe, didn't seem like someone who could persevere.
"My Master would actually make such a mistake?"
Just as the tall man was considering whether he should report it, the young man turned around, squatted down, and said excitedly.
"Please come, sir, I'm not afraid."
Judging from his tone, it was as if he were about to go to a battlefield where he would fight to the death.
"No need, I can go by myself."
Scribe waved his hand, indicating that he did not need Yin's help.
"However, we are not all responsible for this alone."
Just as the tall man was about to explain the procedure to the Scribe, the Scribe continued speaking.
"I know, it's not like one person is responsible for a section of the route, and the routes, members, and even the Kasugai Crow change frequently, right?"
"So you knew."
The Scribe had gone this far, and the tall man didn't know how to refute him.
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."
Scribe patted the tall man on the shoulder and said with a smile.
"Why not just have him follow me and supervise me to the next location?"
Upon hearing this, the tall man also began to consider the feasibility of this plan.
He nodded shortly afterward.
After all, there really aren't any other good options right now.
The Scribe knew more about the land than they did; he even knew the exact location of the village. What could they do?
Let's go.
After sighing, the tall man carried Tanjiro on his back, while the other two carried Nezuko and Uichirou on their backs.
After watching the three groups of people leave, the Scribe spoke to the young man.
"Let's go too."
"Yes, please guide me!"
"Straighten your chest," the young man said loudly.
Please give me your guidance!
Scribe smiled but didn't say anything; he simply walked slowly forward.
Seeing this, the man quickly followed.
Despite the long period of development, the location of *** point has not changed much.
However, successive Oyakata-sama expended considerable manpower and resources to open up several different routes between the points.
The four Scribe, plus the four hidden ones, made up eight people divided into four groups, each advancing along a different route.
On the way, the Scribe chatted with the young man.
The young man was very excited; being able to chat with the Scribe seemed to be the happiest thing in his life.
His words were filled with longing and admiration for the Scribe.
"I really envy you, Mister Scribe, for being able to wield your Nichirin Blade and fight those evil spirits."
With a sigh, the man's words carried a hint of melancholy.
"Unfortunately, I am only a member of the hidden faction and cannot go to the front lines. I can only do some small things behind the scenes."
"You underestimate yourself."
The Scribe glanced at the young man, a slight smile playing on his lips, and narrowed his eyes.
"Who says only those who stand in the light are heroes? Those who work behind the scenes are just as great."
"Really? I've never thought that way."
With a self-deprecating laugh, the man touched his head sheepishly.
"Speaking of which..."
Gradually stopping in her tracks, the Scribe turned to look at the man.
"We've been chatting for so long, and I still don't know your name."
"Hmm, that seems to be true."
After a moment of surprise, the man said with some shame.
"It's been so long, and I still haven't said my name. I'm so sorry."
"I am Saito, you may..."
Before he could finish speaking, Saito discovered that the Scribe had vanished from the spot.
Before he could react, a large hand grabbed his neck.
Driven by immense force, his entire body was pressed against a tree.
"I didn't think it would be this fast, but your infiltration capabilities have indeed exceeded my expectations."
Scribe gave Saito a cold look, his words filled with murderous intent.
"I never expected that there would be a traitor among the hidden forces."
Chapter 451 The Brain-Eating Demon
"What are you talking about? What traitor, Mister Scribe?"
Saito shook his head violently, his eyes filled with fear and terror.
"I don't know if you've misunderstood something, but I'm not the traitor you're talking about."
His body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and he made a series of knocking sounds.
At this moment, Saito looked exactly like someone who had been wronged, and his voice was filled with sobs.
However, in response to his actions, the Scribe simply increased the pressure on his hands.
In the blink of an eye, Saito's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He kept slapping the Scribe's arm with both hands, and he kept writhing like a fish out of water.
His eyes rolled outwards, as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.
White foam also dripped from the corners of his mouth and fell to the ground.
"Click".
With a crisp cracking sound, Saito froze in place.
After tilting his head to the side, he stopped moving.
Despite seeing this, the Scribe's eyes remained unwavering.
His eyes, as calm as still water, remained completely undisturbed. He tossed aside Saito's corpse and then spoke.
"With acting skills like yours, it's a real shame you don't win a 'Best Actor' award."
He drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and made a move to slash.
"Whoosh!"
Just as the Nichirin Blade was about to strike, the "corpse" suddenly vanished from its spot, disappearing without a trace.
"How did you figure it out? My disguise should have been flawless."
A slightly hoarse voice came from behind a thick tree, and then "Saito" stepped out from behind it.
At this moment, his head was still tilted to one side, his face still showing the terror of his impending death, and white foam was still slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Even in this illogical state, Saito was still able to move around and converse freely.
"How was it discovered?"
With a cold laugh, the Scribe said.
"Don't you know that a guide can't reveal their name?"
"Besides, although you hid it very well, I could smell the blood on you the moment we met!"
Silence fell, and Saito's expression grew increasingly somber.
"Can't give your name? I see."
He reached out and straightened his head, and then, amidst a series of crackling sounds, his bones were completely healed.
"No wonder that guy was banging his head so hard before he died; he didn't want me to read that."
After the repairs were completed, Saito stretched his body slightly, a hint of regret on his face.
"I still quite like Saito's body. After all, the physical abilities of Demon Slayer Corps Member are much stronger than those of ordinary people."
"Unfortunately, you found out."
With a grin, Saito then ripped off his mask and hat.
A slightly handsome face appeared in the Scribe's eyes. Judging from his appearance alone, it was hard to imagine that the other party was a ghost.
"Sigh, I'm heartbroken right now."
Taking a step, Saito stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight.
"I've only had this body for a short time, yet I was discovered so quickly."
With a sad expression, Saito looked like a child who had lost something precious. (Reading by La)
However, the Scribe frowned.
He began to think about the other person's ability to move freely in the sunlight as soon as he realized something was wrong.
Even now, he still can't quite understand the underlying principle.
If Saito had found the "Blue Spider Lily" and successfully overcome the sunlight, Muzan have already wreaked havoc on the world.
In other words, Saito simply avoided sunlight by using a certain method, thus forming an alternative form of "overcoming" the problem.
"Ghost, sunlight, body, brain."
After reorganizing and sorting through all the information in his mind, the Scribe seemed to realize something.
"The brain, he said before, 'Saito destroyed his brain before he died.'"
A hypothesis gradually formed, and the Scribe quickly looked at Saito.
Sure enough, he noticed something different on the other person's forehead.
A thin line extends from between the eyebrows, circles horizontally along the direction of the head, and then rejoins at the center of the eyebrows.
The fine lines were already difficult to see with the naked eye, and Saito had been wearing a hat and a mask earlier.
With this layer of cover, unless you have X-ray vision, you simply can't detect it.
"Hehehe, it seems you've figured it out."
Seeing the Scribe's constantly changing expression, Saito didn't try to hide anything, but instead smiled.
"You're the first person to be able to guess it in such a short time."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and placed it on his forehead.
"Click".
The next second, he opened his skull like an ordinary person opening a lid!
The gap was small, but enough for the Scribe to see clearly.
There was no spray of blood, nor any writhing of white brain matter.
Saito's brain was long gone, replaced by a spherical creature with dozens of tiny tentacles and a pale white body.