Muzan's Letter

"He wants to eat himself!"

During the Twelve Kizuki, aside from Muzan being able to promote those who hold vacant positions, those in lower ranks have only one option if they want to climb the ranks.

Rank-Swap Blood Battle.

The two ghosts engage in a life-or-death battle, and whoever defeats the superior will gain the superior's position.

In addition, it can devour defeated superiors.

This shows that there is a relationship of mutual devouring among ghosts.

As Upper Rank Two, Doma has clearly experienced more than one Rank-Swap Blood Battle.

Therefore, he must know how to devour the brains of other ghosts.

Not to mention, the brain food's current body is a human, which is originally the food of the Doma.

"I said, promise me, okay?"

A cheerful voice came from behind, and Brain Food stiffly turned its neck to look at Doma.

His face was still full of smiles, even happier than before.

"It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting person as you. I wonder what it tastes like."

Doma unfolded his fan and then made a light sweeping motion.

The next second, Brain Food felt a blackout before its eyes.

"Number 009 has lost contact."

In the dimly lit room, the Brain Food slowly opened its eyes.

This time, he was not enraged by the loss of one of his clones.

He had already anticipated this possibility when he sent 009 to contact Doma.

"Very well, this suits my taste perfectly."

He closed his eyes again, knowing that Number 009 had completed the task he had been given.

My current goal is not to Doma, but to find the Scribe who is currently a guest at the Shinri Family.

After the Scribe leaves, the next step can officially begin.

ap.

Chapter 515 Muzan's Letter

While Brain Eater was talking to Doma at the Eternal Paradise Cult, Gyokko also found Muzan.

At this moment, Muzan has transformed into a child, sitting by the window reading a book.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he stood up and looked out the window.

His black eyes instantly turned blood red.

Veins bulged around his eyes, making his face look ferocious and terrifying.

"Gyokko, what are you doing here?"

Judging from his tone, Muzan was not in a good mood.

Aside from actively summoning ghosts, he usually dislikes ghosts approaching him.

As Upper Rank One of the Twelve Kizuki, Gyokko couldn't possibly be unaware of this habit of his.

Muzan, a tall tree grew quite upright.

A branch twisted and coiled, almost touching the window.

And a beautifully crafted teapot stands steadily on the tree trunk.

"Muzan."

As black water gushed out, the Gyokko emerged from the pot.

"I have come to tell you something very important."

Tell me about it.

He waved his hand, Muzan lowered his head and continued reading the book in his hands.

"I encountered a demon in the Swordsmith Village."

"This ghost is different from most guys; he's good at using tricks."

"Scribe his trap; perhaps, it's an opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Muzan looked up and closed the book in his hand.

Tell me more.

Muzan is very interested in anything related to Scribe, especially plans targeting Scribe.

"Yes."

With a chuckle, Gyokko knew that her choice to come to Muzan was the right one.

Immediately afterwards, he told Muzan what he had seen about Brain Eater framing the Scribe and taking photos.

After hearing this, Muzan's lips visibly curved into a smile.

"What did you say was the name of that ghost?"

"He calls himself Brain Food, but I don't know if that's his real name."

"I understand, you can go now."

After saying that, Muzan tried to close the window.

Grown ups.

Gyokko exclaimed in surprise, as if she wanted to say something more.

"Um?"

Suddenly turning around, Muzan stared at the Gyokko with his blood-red eyes and said, word by word.

Do you have any opinions about my decision?

"No, I wouldn't dare..."

Lowering her head, Gyokko quickly apologized.

He then hid his body inside the pot and left.

After Gyokko left, Muzan returned to his room and pondered for a long time.

The smile on his lips grew stronger with time.

"Interesting, very interesting, Scribe. I never thought you would fall for someone's tricks."

Having lost all interest in reading, Muzan then walked to the desk and sat down.

After taking out a piece of paper and a pen, I began to write.

Finally, he folded the paper he had written and put it in an envelope.

As you silently recite something in your mind, the surrounding environment changes accordingly.

The next moment, Muzan found himself inside the Infinity Castle.

"Deliver this letter to the Shinri Family."

He tossed the letter aside and Muzan to be speaking to something.

"Make sure it reaches the master of the house, Shinri Keito, and give it to me immediately once he replies."

"Yes."

A cold, clear female voice came from behind, then there was silence.

Nodding, Muzan snapped his fingers and returned to the room he had been in before.

Meanwhile, at the Shinri Family.

After finishing his conversation with the Scribe, Shinri Keito's face was full of excitement.

"Brother Scribe, you should get some rest tonight. We can continue our discussion another day."

"No problem, no problem, then I'll trouble you."

With a smile and a nod, Scribe, led by Guang Ren, walked towards the prepared dormitory.

Sir, you are truly skilled.

The man leading the way exclaimed in admiration.

"I have never seen the chief so happy. You are the first person I have ever met who can make him so happy."

"Yeah?"

Scribe smiled but didn't explain anything.

Soon, led by Hikaru, the two arrived at a bedroom.

"If you need anything, you can ring this bell."

As he spoke, Guangren took out a bell from his pocket and respectfully handed it to the Scribe.

"The servants that the clan chief has arranged for you nearby will arrive as soon as possible."

The Scribe nodded to the man in light and expressed his gratitude.

Then please thank Shinri Patriarch for me.

"Of course, you are a distinguished guest of our family."

After saying that, Guangren left the room.

The moment Guangren left, the smile on Scribe's face vanished.

His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze sharp, showing no trace of his previous demeanor.

"Servant? Shouldn't it be the guy spying on me?"

With a cold laugh, Scribe didn't believe that just a few meetings could make the Shinri Patriarch have such a good impression of him.

His hospitality during the talks was more than 90% an act.

No matter how well Shinri Keito performed, he could still sense the aloofness hidden beneath his smile.

During the conversation, the Scribe heard the same few words most often from Huiren.

"Rules," "System," "Family," "Compliance"

All these words conveyed the same message to the Scribe.

The Shinri Family is a family that strictly adheres to established rules and absolutely does not allow anything to go against the plan.

Both the previous gatekeeper and the calligraphy scroll in front of the reception room are the best evidence.

Originally, this was all a matter for the Shinri Family, and the Scribe was not in a position to make any judgments.

But things were different when Shinri Masato was Upper Rank Three and also the head of the Shinri Family.

In previous conversations, I had intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the past patriarchs of the Shinri Family.

However, Shinri Keito strangely changed the subject, completely unwilling to mention the matter.

"What's past is past, why bring up those old histories?"

As a large family that strictly requires its members to abide by the rules, it is impossible that they did not have a rule of "respecting ancestors".

However, as the clan head, Shinri Keito's words were full of indifference towards the family history.

He would never believe there was nothing going on.

At this moment, he became increasingly certain that the Shinri Family was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

At this moment, the Scribe suddenly frowned and looked in a certain direction.

In a certain place in the Shinri Family, he sensed a ghostly presence.

Although it was faint and fleeting, it was real.