As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the hut.
"Leave the Gyokko to me."
After speaking, the Scribe took a step forward.
Muiichiro didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.
Inside the room, Gyokko also felt a chill.
"The spell has been broken?"
Just now, he discovered that the Crab Claw Goldfish he had summoned had been killed.
"That human brat? No, he couldn't have done that."
Somewhat puzzled, Gyokko didn't know what was going on.
The fact that the Blood Prison Pot binding Muiichiro was not broken indicates that he did not escape.
In that case, who else could it be besides that little kid?
"Could it be that someone has come to help?"
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Gyokko's expression changed again.
This time, the Blood Prison Pot that bound Muiichiro was broken.
"Damn it, someone really has come to help."
He gritted his teeth and then looked into the room.
There, the Haganezuka Hotaru sharpening its blade was attacked multiple times.
Even one of his eyes was blinded by the Gyokko's attack.
"Damn it, let's just kill him."
Taking out a new pot, the Gyokko intended to kill Haganezuka Hotaru.
But the appearance of a voice made him stop instantly.
"Oh, Gyokko."
All the muscles in her body stiffened instantly, and the expression on Gyokko's face froze.
"That man, it's him!"
Gyokko was screaming inwardly, wondering why she had encountered Scribe here.
"Why? I clearly escaped, and even escaped to such a remote place?!"
He slowly turned his head and saw the Scribe standing there.
"The Octopus Pot Hell!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Gyokko activated her Blood Demon Art.
A thick tentacle emerged from the pot and bound the Scribe's waist.
It was three times wider than a normal person's waist, and its tentacles were adorned with a few barnacles.
A powerful force came, attempting to break the Scribe's bones.
And there is far more than one such tentacle.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen tentacles stretched out, surrounding the Scribe.
The enormous tentacles raged wildly, destroying the already dilapidated hut.
Tetsuana Mori and Haganezuka Hotaru, who were inside the house, were also thrown into the air.
The Blood Prison Pot that bound Tetsuana Mori rolled several times on the ground before crashing into a tree and dissipating.
It's unclear whether the Gyokko pot deactivated itself or for some other reason.
"Mister Scribe!"
Seeing countless tentacles suddenly emerge from the hut, Muiichiro shouted.
"These are... octopus tentacles?!"
Realizing it was an enemy attack, he propped himself up, trying to cut off the tentacles.
With a forceful swing of the knife, it only managed to cut off half of the blade.
"So resilient?"
An octopus's outer defenses aren't very strong, but once you cut into its muscles, it will be compressed.
The combined action of countless muscles is enough to neutralize most of the force.
Muiichiro was somewhat worried that the Scribe might get injured under such an attack.
Will Upper Moon Five take this opportunity to launch another attack?
But when the smoke cleared, Muiichiro saw a shocking scene.
Just moments ago, Gyokko had been so arrogant, but now he ran outside without looking back.
Judging from his disheveled appearance, he looked like a lamb that had encountered a wolf.
"?"
Startled, Muiichiro rubbed his eyes, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and pinched Kotetsu's face hard.
"Ouch"
"It hurts, "Kotetsu cried out.
What are you doing?
"It's nothing, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dreaming."
Nodding slightly, Muiichiro said after confirming that what he had seen was true.
"So, you saw that guy running away."
"I saw it."
Kotetsu slapped Muiichiro's hand, rubbed his face, and was somewhat dissatisfied.
"Next time, don't pinch my cheeks. You have your own too."
"But I pinched her cheeks really hard."
"What does that matter?"
Muiichiro blinked and said very seriously.
"I won't feel pain if I pinch someone's face."
"..."
As the two were talking, a light suddenly shone from where the small house had been.
A burst of intense flames instantly ignited the octopus's tentacles.
As it writhed in pain, the force of the tentacles weakened somewhat.
Immediately afterwards, countless blades flashed, and all the tentacles were sliced into pieces.
"It tastes a bit salty."
He strode out, and Scribe waved his hand in front of him, a hint of disdain on his face.
The Gyokko summoned octopus tentacles, which also carried the unique aroma of seafood.
The smell was extremely pungent and unbearable.
"Speaking of which, where did that guy go?"
With a raised eyebrow, Scribe realized that Gyokko was no longer there.
"The Mister Scribe has run away..."
"They ran away?"
Scribe's lips twitched. He hadn't expected that this guy would actually try to run away.
You should know that Gyokko has always been proud of her identity as one of the Twelve Kizuki.
And now, they have twice made the decision to flee without a fight.
If Muzan finds out, he'll probably be in big trouble.
Where did he go?
Upon hearing the Scribe ask him a question, Muiichiro then pointed in a direction.
"Alright, you all stay here and don't leave."
The Scribe nodded and said.
"I'm just going to hunt a ghost, then I'll be right back."
For some reason, after hearing those words, Muiichiro felt as if he had been taken advantage of.
After instructing Kotetsu and Tetsuana Mori to take good care of Muiichiro and the others, Scribe chased after the direction in which Gyokko had fled.
It's been a whole night, and his record of fighting the Upper Rank is still zero.
Chapter 495 Gyokko Second Form
The Scribe's figure leaped through the forest like a nimble monkey.
"Such speed!"
The Gyokko in front noticed the Scribe and discovered that the distance between them was constantly decreasing.
It's slow, but it's true.
If this continues, he'll be caught up with by the Scribe sooner or later.
Besides, there's hardly any time left in the night.
As a ghost, the best course of action after the sun appears is to find a place to hide, rather than risk moving. (Read by La)
Unlike the Scribe, who is human, he can move whenever he wants.
"Damn it! Why is the Scribe so fixated on me?!"
While she was roaring with anger, Gyokko heard the Scribe's voice.
"Gyokko, I'm here."
He turned around abruptly and found that the Scribe was only a few dozen meters away from him.
"How did he do that? He was so much faster than I expected!!"
Under Gyokko's shocked gaze, Scribe stepped onto a thick branch.
Shift your body's center of gravity downwards, bending the branches slightly.
Then, a recoil force came from beneath his feet, pushing the Scribe forward.
Its speed far exceeds that of moving on two feet.
"You can do that?"
At this moment, Gyokko realized that things could not continue like this.
Moving by using bottles is fast, but it has a drawback.
Whenever Gyokko wants to move to a certain location, he must use his ability to generate a pot at the corresponding location.
Similar to spatial magic arrays in Xuanhuan novels, a connection must be established at a designated location before movement is possible.
Although it doesn't take much time, it could be fatal right now.
"Don't run away, stay and have some fun."
The Scribe's voice, like a death knell, lingered in Gyokko's ears, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
"Aaaaaaah!"