Three Years Have Passed: Muzan and Shuilan Return

After seeing this, are you still planning to ignore them?

Looking back, Hakuji stood there, stunned.

One is Koyuki, covered in dust, delicate and frail, with tears in her eyes.

One is Master Keizo, whose arms were severely injured and whose recovery time is unknown.

In this day and age, the survival ability of this combination is undoubtedly pitifully low.

Torn between inner turmoil, Hakuji his teeth, his head swaying from side to side, revealing his complex inner state.

He knew that the other party was preventing him from following because they were thinking of his best interests.

Seeing Komaji's hesitant expression, unsure of how to Hakuji, Scribe threw him to the ground.

Then, he walked up to Keizo.

Noticing someone standing in front of him, Keizo slowly raised his head, only to see the Scribe's face.

Scribe, I'm an AP.

With a gesture, the Scribe interrupted Keizo.

Keizo, I ask you, do you intend to pass on all of the Soryu techniques to Hakuji in the future, so that he can carry on the name of Soryu?

Although he didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this question, Keizo nodded seriously without the slightest hesitation.

If Hakuji is willing, I will definitely teach him everything I know.

With a slight nod, Scribe walked up to Koyuki.

Koyuki, are you willing to stay by Hakuji's side for the rest of your lives, until the end of your lives?

She was taken aback at first, but Koyuki quickly recovered.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she looked at Hakuji, a resolute expression on her face.

I will, whether it's this life, the next life, or everything after that, I will stay by his side.

With a slight smile, the Scribe finally walked up to Hakuji.

Hakuji, are you willing to inherit the Sukuri style, carry it forward, and promise to spend your life with Koyuki in the days to come?

Upon hearing the Scribe's words, Hakuji pounded his chest.

I will definitely do it!

Very good.

After giving him a few more instructions, telling him about the Demon Weakness and how to deal with them, the Scribe suddenly reached out his hand.

He gently patted Hakuji's head, his anger long gone, replaced by a hint of relief.

In that case, I have nothing to worry about.

After saying that, the Scribe turned around and walked towards Tamayo, who was not far away.

He had only taken a couple of steps when he suddenly stopped, turned his back to Hakuji, and spoke.

No one will be your free doctor anymore, so be careful not to catch a cold.

After saying that, he took another step and walked into the distance with Tamayo.

Upon hearing those words, Hakuji could no longer hold back his tears.

He took a few steps forward and then knelt down with a thud.

His head slammed heavily on the ground, and a voice filled with guilt, apology, reluctance, and gratitude rang out.

Thank you so much for everything!

Without speaking or turning around, the Scribe simply raised his hand and waved it.

Under the moonlight, his and Tamayo's figures disappeared into the distance.

Chapter 87 Three years have passed, Muzan and Mizuru return.

As he left the town, a thoughtful expression appeared on the Scribe's face.

When he gave Hakuji instructions earlier, he told him to leave the town as soon as possible.

The reason he said that was because of what Kokushibo's projection said before it left.

See you in three years

Considering that Mizuru and Muzan have not appeared yet, the Scribe could probably guess what Kokushibo meant.

The clone was destroyed, Mizuru suffered some damage.

Because he was worried that the damage to Mizuru would weaken her, Muzan postponed his plan and took her away from the town.

Meanwhile, Kokushibo, who remained in the town, orchestrated the incident that had just occurred where the dojo disciples turned into demons.

Now, Kokushibo, whose plan has failed, has left the town and is looking for other places to hide.

They will only reappear after Mizuru's injuries have healed and the three ghosts have reunited.

This timeframe is approximately three years.

Three years.

After mentally calculating the approximate time, Scribe revealed a cold smile.

Since they've gone to such lengths to plan all this, how can I not accept the challenge?

Besides, I still have a task to complete.

Three years later, I'll be waiting for them!

Tamayo glanced at the Scribe beside her, said nothing, and simply smiled slightly.

Sure enough, only the Scribe was the one who wasn't afraid of him because of his ghost identity.

They rested their heads on each other's arms and disappeared into the moonlight.

The next morning, Hakuji and the other two packed their luggage.

The surviving townspeople did the same, packing their belongings one by one, hoping to leave the town as soon as possible.

After this incident, they are no longer comfortable with this place.

In just a few days, this place transformed from a bustling area into a deserted ghost town.

Only the crows circling overhead added a touch of life to the place.

Occasionally, some poor people who have wandered here will spend the night and live here.

Wind blows, sun shines, rain falls, frost falls—nature's climate cycles endlessly here.

Three years have passed since then.

One night, a figure slowly approached the ruins.

Bathed in moonlight, he was a man with a gentle demeanor and a handsome face.

The newcomer was none other than the Scribe had left this place three years ago.

This time, he came to keep his appointment.

Having found a relatively clean spot, Scribe sat cross-legged, quietly waiting for the guests to arrive.

Three years have passed, and time has not left a single trace on him.

The only thing that changed was the aura emanating from him.

Like a jar of aged wine, it is rich, deep, and extremely flavorful.

He did not bring Tamayo with him this time.

Fearing that close contact with Muzan would strengthen their bond, the Scribe left Tamayo in a distant town.

He had a premonition before he left.

This time, not only will they complete their mission, but they will also obtain the key to help Tamayo break Muzan's control.

Before coming here, he had returned to Edo.

Just as he had expected, he saw Hakuji there again.

Beside him was Koyuki, who was already married.

Eighteen-year-old Hakuji has grown into a tall young man, and his strength is on a completely different level compared to when he was younger.

Over the course of three years, he received the true teachings of Soryu from Keizo and has now surpassed his master.

Not only that, he also inherited the name of Soryu and reopened the Soryu Dojo in a bustling town.

The Scribe was still very happy about Hakuji's achievements.

But when he joked that Hakuji and the others were planning to have a few children, Hakuji was trying to appear mature in front of the Scribe, could no longer hold back.

His face flushed red, and his hands trembled haphazardly as if he had nowhere to put them.

Koyuki blushed to the roots of her ears, her delicate face showing a mixture of anticipation and shyness.

Three years have passed, and they have matured a lot.

But in front of the Scribe, Hakuji and Koyuki are still children.

I hope they can live an ordinary life.

The meeting ended, and the Scribe slowly opened his eyes.

In his perception, the guests had arrived.

At that moment, three figures emerged from outside the ruins of the town.

Muzan, Kokushibo, and Mizuru, who has recovered from serious injuries.

Having learned about what happened back then from Kokushibo, Muzan didn't show much surprise on his face.

As for Mizuru, she is now as docile as a kitten in front of Muzan.

If the other party tells her to go east, she will absolutely not go west.

In her gaze toward Muzan, besides respect, there was also deep fear.

God knows what Mizuru went through in those three years that left her with such a deep psychological scar.

Will he come back here?

Kokushibo simply nodded slightly in response to Muzan's question.

Yes, if he really wants to wipe us out, he will definitely come back here.

To wipe us out?

A cold smile appeared on Muzan's face; Muzan disdainful of Kokushibo's words.

In her view, Mizuru's Blood Demon Art was a great counter to the Scribe's abilities.

Over the course of three years, he not only helped her regain her strength, but also helped Mizuru develop her Blood Demon Art to the fullest extent.

Together with himself and Kokushibo, the combined efforts of the three gave Muzan the confidence to confront the Scribe head-on.

Seeing the cold smile on Muzan's face, Kokushibo said nothing.

From that night on, he had only one identity: Upper Rank One, Kokushibo.

Muzan Progenitor of Demons, orders him to fight, he will fight without hesitation.

It doesn't matter who you're dealing with.

Turning to look at the Mizuru beside him, Muzan said coldly.

Mizuru, investigate.

Yes, sir.

She bowed respectfully, and then Mizuru stepped forward a few paces.

Slowly, small blue jellyfish separated from her body.

The quantity is far greater than it was back then.

It is evident that her abilities have improved significantly over the past three years.