I have other things to do, so I'll leave this to you.
With that, she turned and prepared to leave.
There are still quite a few samurai lying on the ground. If Mitsuri were to check them one by one, it would take a lot of time.
She had to rush to save the people in the village, so she couldn't waste time here.
"Please wait a moment!"
Hikaru shouted at Mitsuri.
"Madam, may I know your name?"
He had wanted to keep Mitsuri so that she could protect herself and Inawa under these circumstances.
But then, Hikaru thought of Mitsuri's formidable strength.
What if such superhuman strength has any side effects, such as needing to drink human blood?
Or, to put it another way, although the other person looks young and beautiful, they are actually hundreds of years old.
After the opening up, many Western ideas also spread to this land.
Even humans have some knowledge of concepts like vampires and zombies.
Of course, Hikaru doesn't simply want to know the other person's name.
After safely leaving the forest, he will use the power of the Shinri Family.
A beautiful woman with long, pinkish-green hair, plus her name.
Given the combination of various conditions, as long as the Shinri Family is willing to spend manpower and resources, they will be able to find it sooner or later.
By then, everything the other party owns will still belong to him and his family.
Thinking about this, Hikaru couldn't help but feel pleased with his own cleverness.
"I am..."
She instinctively wanted to answer the question, but Mitsuri eventually realized what was going on.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
With an apologetic look on her face, she turned and walked into the forest.
He heard footsteps nearby, and Guangren knew that the other person had already left.
No matter how persuasive his words were, they were useless at this moment.
A surge of inexplicable anger rose in his heart, and Guangren felt his face burning.
"Damn woman, she won't even say her name!"
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, but the man with the light quickly concealed it.
"Hikaru, quickly check if anyone else is still alive."
Inawa's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Good."
Nodding, Guangren knew that even if he wanted to settle scores with that woman, he would have to wait until after he left.
Before that, staying alive was more important than anything else.
Apart from those two, the rest of the samurai were either unconscious or eaten by demons.
Many of the unconscious samurai were also seriously injured.
If this were in a town, there might still be hope for salvation.
But right now, there is absolutely no chance of survival.
Fortunately, the Light Man eventually managed to awaken a few of the less seriously injured samurai.
Hikaru whispered something in their ears, causing the samurai's expressions to change.
His initial unwillingness to engage with them completely changed, and his face was filled with awe.
After discussing it, one of them carried Hyakuya Inowa on his back.
After determining the direction, the remaining few people left.
On the other side, Mitsuri, who was moving through the forest, also looked somewhat unnatural.
"I hope those people can go back alive."
Similar incidents have occurred in past missions.
At the Demon Slayer Corps Base, Ubuyashiki Kagaya was carefully reviewing the information brought by Mitsuri's Kasugai Crow.
With each sentence he finished reading, a deeper look of worry appeared on his face.
His wife, Amane Ubuyashiki, noticed this as well.
"Yaozai, is there any bad news in the letter?"
"In some ways, it's a devastating blow to the Demon Slayer Corps."
"Is it that serious?"
Amane Ubuyashiki knew her husband very well.
To say something like that is definitely not a joke.
"Yes, it's very serious."
With a sigh, Yaozai handed the letter he had finished reading to his wife.
After quickly reading it through, Amane Ubuyashiki understood why Yaozai had said that.
After tonight's battle, the Demon Slayer Corps may have to step into the spotlight!
The world of demons and Demon Slayer can perhaps no longer be hidden.
"I only hope that those nobles will conceal our existence for the sake of stability."
His already pale face showed even more distress, and Yaozai didn't know what to do.
When he learned that the village had been attacked, he ordered the swordsmen who were nearby to rush to its aid.
To this end, he went so far as to use Kasugai Crow to reveal the village's exact location.
However, it now appears that this approach may actually accelerate the time it takes to be exposed.
Not only Demon Slayer, but if Kasugai Crow is captured, the information it carries will also be leaked.
"The Mister Scribe are now in your care."
Looking at the moonlight outside, Yaozai could only hope that the Scribe would end the battle soon.
If they had evacuated earlier, there might have been a chance to cover it up.
But he had no idea that the nobles, led by Ayu, had already come to know this secret.
And the people sent there were not only the samurai that Mitsuri encountered.
There were several times more people than samurai, and perhaps some of the "hired" survived.
Finally, after traveling tirelessly, Mitsuri arrived at the village once again.
Unbeknownst to her, a group of ghosts followed in her footsteps and returned to the village.
"Hold on, everyone, I'm coming!"
Without hesitation, Mitsuri ran toward the nearest sound of cries for help.
The group of ghosts, seeing this, made no attempt to stop Mitsuri.
"Let that woman go, we'll wait and see."
"Yes."
Hiding in a house, the demon led by Jikan is silently observing Mitsuri.
"Don't talk, you're making me really angry."
He kicked the ghost who was speaking hard, and said Jikan.
"You don't need to say a word, just follow my orders!"
Chapter 489 The Swordsmith Suffers Heavy Losses
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
A swordsmith wearing Hannya Mask ran up to the watchtower and shouted desperately.
He pulled the bell inside the tower with all his might, continuously issuing warnings.
"Everyone, quickly grab the forged swords and run for your lives!"
Although he kept saying he wanted to run away, the swordsmith showed no intention of leaving.
On the contrary, he had a pretty good view from the watchtower.
And relying on this vision, he constantly reported the ghost's movements to others.
The other swordsmiths, though reluctant, forcibly suppressed their emotions.
After the attack on Tiezhen's mansion, although some swordsmiths fled, most chose to stay.
After Karaku used his fan's power to destroy the house, the remaining swordsmiths had no choice but to flee in other directions.
In their panic, many people lost their bearings and ran around aimlessly.
Their current location is opposite to that of the Scribe, so they cannot receive effective support.
Not all of those who attacked them were ghosts brought by Dichai.
More often, they are Muscle Goldfish created by Gyokko through Blood Demon Art.
There are several times more of these Muscle Goldfish than ghosts.
The powerless swordsmiths couldn't even kill the creations of these spells, let alone the more terrifying demons.
Finally, a defensive line of young swordsmiths emerged.
Faced with the fearless defense of these knife makers, a small group of middle-aged or elderly knife makers scattered and fled.
These older generation of knife makers were all patriarchs of various families in the village.
The group led by Tetsukawara Tessen possessed the most advanced sword-forging skills in the village, and even in the Demon Slayer Corps.
As long as these people exist, the flame of hope for the Demon Slayer Corps will not be completely extinguished.
In comparison, the young knife maker's skills are still far inferior.
It is for this reason that young bladesmiths are willing to sacrifice their lives, just to gain even a second more.
Although they were brave, they still couldn't bridge the gap in strength between the two sides.
As for the swordsmith who was staying in the watchtower, he was also ambushed by a Muscle Goldfish.
"Ughhhh!"
After letting out a painful scream, the swordsmith lost his life.
Even at the very last moment of his life, he did not forget to pull the bell with all his might.
The Muscle Goldfish bit the swordsmith's head and, with a gentle effort, crushed it.
Like a watermelon with its skin ripped open, a large amount of "juice" gushed out.
"Where's the village chief? Where is the village chief?!"
Forcibly suppressing the urge to turn around and look, a middle-aged knifesmith shouted.
Has anyone seen him?!
"It seems he didn't come along..."
The other knifemaker responded, his voice growing weaker and weaker.
An old man with little fighting ability, in this environment, his fate was already obvious.
"We have to go back and save him!"