At the crossroads.
Behind that false wall, Yushiro carried a suitcase in one hand as he watched Hiruma. Having often evaded Muzan's pursuit, he had noticed Hiruma long ago.
That was why he had led him in the wrong direction the entire way. This place was a hundred thousand miles away from where he actually lived.
He did not understand why a swordsman was following him. If Tamayo had not told him not to clash with swordsmen, he might have already made a move.
Now, he only needed to wait for the swordsman to leave. If they did not meet, there would be no conflict.
"Ugh!" Hiruma helplessly rubbed his forehead and let out a long sigh. "How did I lose him?"
"Damn it!"
Watching the sighing human, Yushiro curled his lip and rolled his eyes at Hiruma, thinking:
Kid, when it comes to hide-and-seek, I'm leagues ahead of you!
What an overconfident fool!
Little did he know, Hiruma possessed incredibly sharp senses. A false wall might fool him for a moment, but not forever.
Even though Yushiro deliberately concealed himself, he was not in the Transparent World. He could not perfectly hide his presence.
Beneath Hiruma's sorrowful expression, the corners of his mouth were gradually rising. He suddenly wanted to mess with Mr. Yushiro a little.
Just as Yushiro was smugly pleased with himself, he saw a brilliant flash of blade light rip through the night sky. The smile on his face froze.
This guy could find him.
Damn it!
He wanted to run, but he could not. The blade was already coming down.
He had never eaten anyone. He had never even harmed anyone. All he wanted was to stay by Tamayo's side.
A powerful sense of unwillingness surged through him, but his strength simply could not match