He grabbed his spare knife and stood beside him.
"Don't be so arrogant, you mere two humans!"
Feeling provoked, the demon's expression turned ferocious.
After letting out a loud roar, he swung his drill arm and charged towards the two of them.
"Attack together!"
Despite the immense pressure from the demons, Hikaru and Ina were not afraid and charged out as well.
Meanwhile, the Scribe had already arrived in the town where Hyakuya Family lived.
Looking at the houses around him that had been forcibly broken open, he knew he was too late.
The long-dormant ghosts no longer hide; instead, they begin to hunt humans on a large scale.
"Was it Muzan's doing? Or was the brain food made by the Shinri Family?"
Squinting, the Scribe pondered for a moment and then chose to give up.
The sounds emanating from the Hyakuya Family mansion could be heard clearly even from hundreds of meters away.
The sounds of gunpowder exploding, the screams of humans, and the maniacal laughter of demons.
The various sounds blended together like a symphony of hell, leaving listeners trembling with fear.
There were still some humans in the town who hadn't been captured by the ghosts. Upon hearing the sound, they all huddled in a corner, praying that someone would come to save them.
Only the Scribe, with a firm gaze, never hesitated in his steps.
Finally, he arrived at the gate of the Hyakuya Family's mansion.
There, two demonized Shenli tribesmen were feasting on a corpse.
The corpse looked somewhat familiar; it was one of the guards Scribe had encountered when he visited Hyakuya Family.
He was devoted to his duty, and tonight, he died on the job.
Like the Gatekeeper Number Five of the Shinri Family, they were just ordinary people working hard to survive.
However, due to the desires and greed of the Shinri Family, they paid the ultimate price with their lives.
Upon hearing the Scribe's footsteps, one of the ghosts stopped eating and turned to look.
A man covered in burns stood not far away, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent.
He also had a knife tucked into his waistband.
"Are you all prepared to die?"
Chapter 553 Meeting Gift
Upon hearing the Scribe's words, the two ghosts paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Is he out of his mind to say something like that to us?"
"Exactly, just because you have a knife on your waist, you think you're Demon Slayer?"
As he spoke, the ghost that had stopped eating stood up and walked toward the Scribe.
"Humans, let me tell you who truly rules this world."
He raised his right arm, and under the influence of the Blood Demon Art, his flesh and bones changed.
A sharp bone spur emerged from the palm of his hand, its surface speckled with dark red.
"This is my ability, Blood Poison Thorn."
After pulling out the bone spur, the ghost played with it for a few moments before looking at the Scribe with a playful smile.
"If you are stabbed, the poison will flow through your bloodstream and kill you instantly!"
"This period will be the most painful time of your life." Licking his lips, the ghost revealed a sinister smile. "I will enjoy watching your twisted expression."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the bone flew out like an arrow released from a bow.
The speed was so fast that it produced a piercing explosion.
Upon seeing its companion use Blood Demon Art, the other demon also revealed a smile.
His gaze lingered on the Scribe for a few seconds, the mockery in his eyes almost overflowing.
"Poor humans, having to endure such torment even before death."
In the blink of an eye, the bone spur was already close to the Scribe's face.
Under the watchful eyes of the two ghosts, it pierced his forehead.
Then...
They passed through it.
No blood gushed from the pierced brow, and the Scribe showed no sign of fear.
His head swayed slightly and then disappeared into thin air.
The next second, it reappears at a slightly rotated angle.
The bone spikes, having missed their target, drew a white line in the air before embedding themselves heavily in the ground behind them.
A large hole was suddenly punched into the hard ground, with dark red signs of melting at the edges.
The ghost's words were clearly unreliable; both the location of the attack and the power of the poison were enough to kill instantly.
He never intended to tell the truth from the beginning.
From beginning to end, the Scribe never believed the other party.
"Afterimage?!"
The ghost who threw the bone spike widened its eyes in disbelief at what it was seeing.
He clearly intended to kill the Scribe directly, but why did he miss?
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Glancing at its companion, the other ghost also stopped eating and asked in a disgruntled tone.
"At a time like this, you still have the mind to play with the food?"
"No, I was aiming at it."
"What? Then why didn't you kill him?"
The second ghost believed that its companion had deliberately thrown the blank to play a trick on the Scribe.
"You doubt me?!"
After the transformation, the ghost became much more irritable.
Hearing that his companions didn't believe him, he felt annoyed and even angry.
"Then kill him, or I'll make my move."
"Hmph, I don't need you."
With a cold snort, the ghost pulled out another bone spur and pointed the tip at the Scribe.
This time, he was absolutely confident that he could pierce that human's brain.
'Go to hell!'
With a roar, he forcefully swung his arm and threw the fractured bone away.
This one is several times faster than the previous one!
In just a moment, it pierced the Scribe's forehead.
"Success!"
With a satisfied smile, the Bone Spike Demon glanced at its companion with a provocative look.
However, what he saw was a face with furrowed brows.
"Now I believe you were indeed playing me."
Gritting its teeth, the ghost had no patience to wait any longer.
"You piece of trash, you can't even kill a human."
"What?!"
Suddenly turning his head, the Bone Spike Demon looked at the Scribe.
The humans who should have fallen were still standing there perfectly fine.
His feet didn't move an inch; only his head turned slightly.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
With his face contorted in disbelief, the Bone Spike Demon clearly couldn't believe that his attack had missed again.
"Get lost, I'll take care of that human."
After giving the Bone Spike Demon a hard shove, another ghost stepped forward and pointed at itself with its thumb.
"Humans, listen up. Standing before you is the great Shinri Kiyoshi."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a blade flashed past, slicing across Shinri Kiyoshi's neck.
His arrogant expression froze instantly, and his entire body stiffened.
"What are you doing? Didn't you say you were going to kill him?"
Bone Spike Demon glanced at Shinri Kiyoshi, who had suddenly fallen silent, and gave him a hard shove.
"Don't dawdle."
The body swayed slightly from the force of the impact, and then a spurt of blood gushed from the neck.
The thumb slipped silently, followed closely by Shinri Kiyoshi's enormous head.
The cut was perfectly smooth, and the blood, now free of its restraints, gushed out like a fountain, scattering all around.
With a thud, his body fell to the ground.
After rolling its head a few times, it came to rest at the feet of the Bone Spike Demon.
Looking down, his arrogant expression was clearly visible.
"Dead, dead?"
It wasn't until Shinri Kiyoshi's body completely dissipated that the Bone Spike Demon realized that the other party was already dead.
What happened?! What on earth happened?!
He was just saying he was going to kill that human, how did he die the next second?!
Wait a minute, that human!
Suddenly, he thought of something, abruptly looked up, and stared at the Scribe.
At some point, the knife at the other person's waist was drawn and held in their hand.
"It was you! You killed him!"
Clearly, everything that just happened was caused by the man in front of us.
Without realizing it, he killed the comrade standing next to him!
"Does that mean you're the only ones allowed to attack?"
The Scribe, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally spoke, his slow tone carrying an inexplicable pressure.
"Did I tell you, are you prepared to die?"
"Go to hell!"
As if driven to madness by the pressure, the Bone Spike Demon screamed and then began throwing out bone spikes.
He was like a madman, completely losing the will to aim.
At that moment, all he wanted was to drive the man away and get him out of his sight.
Countless bone spikes flew out, forming a dense net that surged towards the Scribe like a tidal wave.