With a wave of his hand, Tetsuana Mori led the way.
Soon, a charming little wooden house appeared before them.
"Great, it seems no new fish monsters are coming here."
Patting his chest, Tetsuana Mori's tone became more relaxed.
"Alright, let's hurry up and meet up with him, then go find the others."
With that, Tetsuana Mori pulled Kotetsu along and walked forward.
But he had only taken a few steps when Muiichiro grabbed him from behind and pulled him back.
"No, we can't go anywhere?"
"Why?"
Misunderstanding that Muiichiro did not want to escape with Haganezuka, Tetsuana Mori wanted to argue.
"Because it has already come."
As he spoke, he pointed ahead.
On the road in front of the three of them, a beautiful pot appeared out of nowhere.
The pot seemed to be pushed by something and rolled towards them.
When it was still seven or eight meters away from Muiichiro, the pot suddenly braked and came to a stop.
Immediately afterwards, the pot seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand.
"It's amazing that you were able to notice."
A strange sound came from the pot, followed by a large amount of black water gushing out of it.
A ghost, carried by the black water, floated out of the pot.
An extra eye appeared on the forehead, and the same was true for the mouth.
The place where the eyes were was replaced by two mouths, which still had fresh blood on them.
Around its head were several small hands.
On both sides of the body, pairs of tiny hands grow evenly.
The hands were very white, but not in a healthy way; rather, they were the color of a swollen corpse.
It gives the impression of being a combination of a giant centipede and a human.
"Judging from your appearance, you must be a Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps."
Although Muiichiro didn't recognize the demon in front of him, he knew the moment he saw it that it was an Upper Rank.
The words on the other person's forehead and mouth also confirmed his identity.
The Twelve Kizuki, the Upper Moon Five, the Gyokko!
"A pillar and two swordsmiths, and they actually came to this little house."
With a chuckle, Gyokko's words were full of contempt.
"Is this dilapidated house important? Is someone secretly doing something here?"
Gyokko appeared to be smiling, but Muiichiro could feel the pressure emanating from him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Muiichiro instantly entered battle mode.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gyokko."
At this moment, Gyokko took the initiative to start a conversation.
"Before we get into a life-or-death fight, is it convenient to have a few more words?"
This was the first time Muiichiro had encountered this type of demon. He frowned but remained silent.
Gyokko simply laughed incessantly at the three of them, showing no intention of attacking.
It wasn't that Gyokko had any other ideas, but rather that he was far weaker than he appeared.
Although the battle with the Scribe was brief, it left considerable damage to his body.
After escaping, he was lucky enough to encounter a group of people.
Judging from their attire, they didn't seem to be Demon Slayer or swordsmiths.
Their words suggested they were more like a group of ordinary people who were a bit fierce.
Of course, in front of Gyokko, these people are about the same in terms of how fierce they are.
In order to recover his health as quickly as possible, he also put aside his thoughts of creating works of art.
After killing them all, they devour them in order to quickly restore their combat power.
While examining those people's belongings, he also discovered many interesting things.
"We can report this to Lord Muzan later; he might be interested."
After doing all this, he ran in the direction he thought was far away from the Scribe.
Until just now, I encountered Muiichiro and his group.
Although it had already digested a considerable amount of human flesh and blood, Gyokko's injuries had not fully recovered.
That's why he tried to talk to Muiichiro.
To put it bluntly, he's just stalling!
The longer he delays, the more flesh and blood he digests, and the fewer injuries he sustains.
As their injuries heal, their fighting strength and morale will grow stronger.
"Hey, you bastard."
Just then, Muiichiro suddenly spoke up.
"Are you stalling for time?"
"How could that be? I'm genuinely looking forward to chatting with you."
The little hand on her head shook, and Gyokko seemed to feel a little aggrieved in her words.
"But you two not only have no intention of communicating, it seems you don't even plan to give your names."
The only response to the Gyokko was the rapidly approaching figure of Muiichiro.
Amidst the white mist, Muiichiro slashed at Gyokko's head with his sword.
"Never mind, the time's up anyway."
Looking at the Nichirin Blade, Gyokko suddenly smiled.
Just now, he had fully recovered from his injuries.
Chapter 484 A Bloody Night
With a twitch of its head, the Gyokko returned to its interior.
Seeing that his opponent had dodged the attack, Muiichiro showed no surprise.
He swung his knife again and chopped the pot at his feet in two.
However, the sound of the Gyokko rang out again.
"Aren't you really going to have a chat?"
Slowly emerging, this time, the Gyokko appeared on the roof of the wooden house.
"Maybe we'll have a lot in common."
After recovering from his injuries, he still had a considerable amount of flesh and blood stored in his body.
If I can fully digest it, I can further improve my strength.
Muiichiro saw the "instant" movement of the Gyokko, he also understood something.
"So it's a creature that can move between pots."
With that thought in mind, he leaped up and swung his knife again.
The Gyokko made no attempt to resist and disappeared into the pot once again.
With a snap, the pot on the roof was chopped up.
"They're moving too fast; they're going to escape again."
Muiichiro wasn't stupid; he vaguely sensed that the other side was stalling for time.
Although the purpose is unknown, disrupting the ghost's plans is clearly a good option.
"They've ruined my teapot time and time again."
Emerging from a pot behind the wooden house, this time, the Gyokko couldn't resist.
Firstly, Muiichiro repeatedly ruined his own art.
Secondly, he also realized that Muiichiro seemed to have seen through his plan.
"What a disgusting monkey with absolutely no sense of aesthetics."
"When we pry open your skulls later, we'll see if they're full of muscle."
"But that's fine too. Those who can't understand my art can just die."
Despite hearing Gyokko's harsh words, Muiichiro's expression remained largely unchanged.
He was pondering why the Gyokko had run away.
"He's running away so hard, so he must be different from the ghost that was in the house before."
His eyes darted around, Muiichiro seemed to understand something.
"In other words, if he is beheaded, he will die."
Gripping his Nichirin Blade tightly, he was ready to launch another attack.
Seeing this, Gyokko pulled out a smaller pot from somewhere.
The battle between the two sides is about to break out.
Meanwhile, the Hantengu in the forest had almost fully recovered.
"It's really unexpected that the swordsmith and the Demon Slayer would encounter such unexpected gains when they hadn't killed many."
A ghost with an appearance similar to an ordinary person, resembling a tall man, walked up to the Hantengu and said.
"Lord Upper Rank Four, what are your plans for the future?"
"How scary, let's run away."
His teeth chattered uncontrollably, Hantengu shrank his neck as he spoke.
"Otherwise, the Scribe will kill us all."
Despite saying that, he still picked up a machete from beside his feet.
"Don't follow me, run!"
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the other ghosts, Hantengu dragged his machete into the forest.
Only the repeated phrase "How terrifying!" echoed through the forest.
Not long after, four new figures emerged from where Hantengu had gone in.
Judging from their appearance, they seem to resemble the previous Hantengu somewhat.
A winged ghost flew in the air and spoke to a ghost holding a tin staff.
"Jikan, so you've also lost your temper once."
"Shut up, Urogi! You're making me furious!"
He raised the tin staff and brought it down heavily, creating a sizable crater in the ground.
"Haha, that's funny. It looks like everyone's died once already. That makes me really happy."
A ghost holding a fan nudged the ghost holding a cross-shaped spear with its elbow and said.