Jikan was about to dodge, he discovered that this time the bullet was several times faster than before.
"What happened?"
Misjudging the situation, he could only try to tilt his head to the side in Jikan.
Fortunately, the bullet did not shatter his head, but only blasted a large hole in his neck.
"What's wrong with this guy? Not only is he not dead, but he seems even more energetic?!"
He knew very well that Aizetsu's attack should have been fatal.
Before he could Jikan and think further, Genya Shinazugawa drew his sword and charged forward.
Left with no other choice, he raised his staff high again and then brought it down.
Another bolt of lightning struck, and this time, Genya Shinazugawa's entire body trembled.
Seizing the opportunity, Aizetsu swung his spear and struck him in the waist.
Under the immense force, Genya Shinazugawa was sent flying.
It slammed heavily against the wall and landed in the next room.
"Interesting, that guy is quite interesting too."
With a chuckle, Karaku seemed to have developed a new interest in Genya Shinazugawa.
He no longer wanted to play with Nezuko.
He raised the maple leaf fan in his hand, intending to blow her away.
Right now, there's no one who can help Nezuko.
On the other side, the Scribe walked along, slaying the evil spirits he encountered.
After Dichai's "death," he never encountered any more ghosts that acted in groups.
It's as if all the ghosts are intentionally or unintentionally avoiding me.
After much thought, the Scribe could only attribute this phenomenon to Dichai.
"Help! Help!"
Suddenly, he heard a cry for help.
A man clutching his arm ran out from around the corner and headed straight for the Scribe.
"Help me! There's a monster behind me!"
Behind him, the Scribe indeed saw a ghost.
Without the slightest hesitation, the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.
With a single swipe of his sword, he beheaded the ghost.
"Thank you, thank you."
Seeing that the danger had passed, the man running ahead collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
"Are you alright?"
Upon closer inspection, the Scribe discovered that he had not suffered any fatal injuries.
Although blood was seeping from his arm, it did not appear to be caused by biting.
Behind the man, he was carrying a black package.
"Something you're unwilling to give up even in a life-or-death situation?"
With evil spirits chasing them from behind, most people would think about running as fast as they can.
People like the man in front of us are, after all, a minority.
"I'm fine."
After waving his hand and catching his breath, the man recovered somewhat.
"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I might have been eaten by that monster."
"What did you say?"
"I said thank you so much."
Seeing the Scribe's face gradually turn cold, the man wondered if he had said something wrong.
In his panic, he tried to change the subject.
"Do you know where that monster came from? When I encountered it in the forest, it was terrifying."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Scribe suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his neck.
"!"
The man clung tightly, desperately trying to break free.
The package behind him fell to the ground due to the shaking.
Upon seeing what was inside, the Scribe's eyes widened in surprise.
Inside was a Nichirin Blade, with a severed hand on the hilt.
It's obvious at a glance that this is the Demon Slayer Corps Swordsman's Relic died in battle.
Who are you?
Chapter 478 The Tragedy of Hirano
"I..."
Speechless for a moment, the man didn't know how to explain the situation.
"I'm asking you, who exactly are you?!"
The more force he exerted, the reddened the man's face.
"Cough, cough."
His facial muscles trembled incessantly, and the man let out painful howls from his throat.
I... said...
"Thump"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a loosening around his neck.
He fell to the ground with a thud, and air entered his nasal cavity again.
He knelt on the ground, panting heavily.
"Speak quickly."
"I am Hirano."
Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Hirano slowly stood up, his eyes filled with fear.
The seemingly young man before me possessed such incredible strength.
He had no doubt that the other party could easily crush his throat if they wanted to.
"I'm not interested in your name; I'm asking why you're here."
Hirano couldn't possibly be a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Corps, nor does he have the Hannya Mask on his face, so he couldn't be a swordsmith either.
Their understanding of demons is so vague, and they're even carrying Nichirin Blade and preparing to escape.
The Scribe already had a guess about his identity.
"I cannot tell you my specific identity, but I belong to Crown Prince Ayu."
Hirano rubbed his throat and explained.
"You should know something about what happened on Entertainment District before."
"Crown Prince Ayu received information that there was more to the story, so he hired us to investigate."
"We were informed of our arrival in this village by the Crown Prince."
Upon hearing this, the Scribe knew he had guessed correctly.
Since they're from Ah Yu's side, it's no wonder they have such a shallow understanding of ghosts.
After the Red-light District Incident, the existence of the Demon Slayer Corps and demons became less ambiguous.
At the very least, if the Emperor and the nobles are willing to pay the price, they can certainly find out some things.
"This is troublesome. So it seems those guys will get involved too."
The Scribe had no doubt that the nobles would turn against him if they knew about the existence of ghosts.
Especially for elderly Family Patriarch, they are willing to give anything to live a few more days.
"We can't let the swordsmith stay here any longer."
Having already made a plan in mind, the Scribe intended to discuss it with Ubuyashiki Kagaya.
Not only did they take the swordsmiths away, but they also burned the entire village down.
Suddenly, the Scribe thought of something else.
He frowned and asked.
"You just said, are there other people here?"
"They're all dead..."
At this point, a hint of fear appeared on Hirano's face.
"Everyone except me is dead."
He held his head and murmured to himself.
"Everyone was eaten by that monster."
"Since you've already been eaten, why did you bring that knife with you?"
"Because the Crown Prince said that if valuable evidence could be brought back, a generous reward would be given."
Hirano swallowed hard and then spoke.
"As you can see, it's dangerous here. Let's leave together right now."
He valued the power of the Scribe; having such a person by his side would undoubtedly increase his safety considerably.
If I really encounter that monster, or something irresistible, then I'll just abandon the Scribe.
The thought of the number Yu mentioned made Hirano's heart skip a beat.
That was enough money to ensure he would live comfortably for the rest of his life, enough for him to take a gamble.
"No need."
After hearing this reason, the Scribe's expression became even colder.
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
The Scribe is well aware of this timeless principle.
However, this does not mean that she will let him take the Nichirin Blade away.
"Oh well."
With a forced smile, Hirano bent down to pack the package.
Since the Scribe had already rejected him, he had no reason to stay any longer.
The most important thing is to quickly gather the evidence and run away, getting out of this terrifying village alive.
However, before his hand could even touch the Nichirin Blade, the Scribe kicked him in the stomach.
"Bang"
With a kick, Hirano was sent flying several meters away, Scribe said coldly.
"Roll!"
Clutching his stomach, he struggled to get up from the ground.