Why Do You Think I'm Afraid of Sunlight?

The Scribe interrupted their conversation and said...

"You must find a good place to hide."

"The location doesn't have to be too secluded, but it must be guaranteed that it won't be exposed to the sun."

Just as Hakuji was about to speak, he heard the Scribe continue.

"If you follow us, aren't you afraid that Muzan will do something like that again?"

Hakuji's pupils constricted as he thought of what Muzan had once intended to do to him.

"I see."

"But you must be careful."

Hakuji as he spoke.

Afterwards, the swordsmen and Tamayo's group left.

Only the Scribe remained.

In the distance, the bright sun grew increasingly red.

The sun rose from the horizon and shone in this direction.

The space in front of the Scribe distorted slightly.

Then, a crack appeared.

That's the passage to the Infinity Castle.

But the Scribe did not step inside.

He sensed the presence of Shinri Masato.

A few seconds later, a massive, twisting force emanated from the passage.

It forcefully distorted the air, propelling the Scribe backward.

The Scribe simply took a few steps back to regain his balance.

"Shinri Masato, do you really think you can hurt me from this distance?"

"Of course not."

Shinri Masato's voice came through.

They then walked out through the side passage.

"Mister Scribe, let's end this now."

"End everything between the Shinri Family and you."

The Scribe didn't speak, but simply looked at the distant sky.

There, the bright sun had already risen.

Daylight broke.

Chapter 654 Why do you think I'm afraid of sunlight?

The sunlight is shining rapidly in this direction.

Without further hesitation, Shinri Masato jumped out of the passage.

Then he charged toward the Scribe.

During the forward charge, the Scribe could clearly see the cracks appearing on the other person's body.

"You want to play like Doma?"

"No, it's not that simple."

"Shinri Masato's ability is distortion, which means he wants to..."

With his eyes slightly narrowed, a conjecture arose in Scribe's mind.

Then, he stood still.

When the real person rushed to within a meter of Scribe, the cracks on his body had already spread all over his body.

At the same time, an extremely powerful twisting force came.

It distorts the surrounding air and space.

The Scribe felt as if his body was out of control, locked in place.

No matter how hard you try, you can't move it an inch.

"Is this Muzan asked you to do?"

Looking at Shinri Masato, which was covered in cracks, Scribe said calmly.

"They want to use their abilities to restrict me."

"So, with the help of the sunlight, you'll perish together with me?"

The Scribe was met with the man's hideous face.

"That's right!"

The real person let out a loud roar, his expression contorted to the extreme.

"You ruined the Shinri Family."

"You have destroyed the foundation of my people's civilization built up over hundreds of years."

I want you dead!

Even if it means we both perish, I will make sure you die!

Despite Shinri Masato's angry roar, the Scribe's face remained icy.

"I ruined the Shinri Family?"

"What destroyed the Shinri Family was your greed, stupidity, and arrogance."

"I visited the Shinri Family a hundred years ago, when they were a group of wise men."

"Unfortunately, it was ultimately destroyed by its own people."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the real person angrily cursed.

"Shut up, it's you!"

"It's all your fault!"

Seeing that the real person was no longer listening to him, the Scribe shook his head and decided to stop talking.

Before long, the sunlight shone on this side.

The moment they were exposed to sunlight, both the Scribe and Shinri Masato began to show signs of ulceration.

Like contracting some kind of disease, all the muscles in my body began to dissolve and fall off.

Many places showed signs of burning.

The real person felt immense pain.

As soon as it opened its mouth, it let out a scream.

This feeling is no less than putting a human in concentrated sulfuric acid.

Let it slowly watch its body being decomposed.

The pain of beheading is nothing compared to what we experience now.

The Scribe also frowned.

This physical pain far exceeded anything I had ever experienced.

No wonder Muzan didn't want to bask in the sun; he just didn't want to experience it.

But as time went on, changes began to occur in both the Scribe and the real person.

The rate of decay in the real person is accelerating.

The surface layer of skin had completely turned into charcoal.

Most of the muscle has also been broken down.

You can vaguely see the bones and the internal organs deeper inside.

However, the Scribe's speed began to slow down.

It's as if they've already gotten used to this kind of sunlight.

Upon seeing this, an incredulous light flashed in Shinri Masato's eyes.

"That's impossible!"

A hoarse shout came from his throat, and his eyes were fixed on the Scribe.

"Why, why aren't you afraid of the sunlight!"

"No matter how strong you are, you can't help but be afraid of the sun!"

Upon hearing this, the Scribe smiled slightly.

Why do you think I'm afraid of sunlight?

At this moment, the Scribe felt a certain heat flowing through his body.

Under the sunlight, heat flows through the bloodstream to all parts of the body.

With each cycle, the festering sores on my body will lessen somewhat.

In the end, he could even feel himself adapting.

Adapting to the sunlight!

It's like a real person's life has come to an end.

The legs, stripped of flesh and blood, could no longer support the body.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing that his injuries were gradually healing, Scribe let out a desperate wail.

"Why?"

The Scribe remained silent, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The real man raised his arm, which was almost nothing but bone, and tried to grab the Scribe.

But before it could get close, the arm was separated from the body.

"In the end, I still failed."

In his final moments, the real man heard the voice of the Scribe.

"After atoning for your sins, be a good person in your next life."

Upon hearing this, the real person's head fell off his neck.

After rolling a few times on the ground, it stopped at the Scribe's feet.

Ultimately, it turns into fly ash and dissipates into the air.

The Twelve Kizuki, Upper Rank Three, Shinri Masato, Death.

As a member of the Shinri Family, he dedicated his life to the Shinri Family's prosperity.

Whether in human times or after becoming a demon.

However, a single thought can often lead to the complete opposite of the result.

The Shinri Family did not last forever under his and Huiren's leadership.

Instead, after a brief period of glory, it was shattered.

Despite his strength and ambition, Shinri Masato was ultimately nothing more than a pawn sent to his death.

Looking at the dead Shinri Masato, the Scribe also felt the binding force on his body gradually dissipate.

He turned his head and looked in the direction the passage had just opened.