Fang Hao looked at the shoving in front of him, and for some reason, he didn't feel impatient at all, but rather wanted to laugh. He wasn't some ancient, arrogant male protagonist who would think, 'How dare you stop me? You're practically asking for death.'
He didn't have such thoughts, because these police officers weren't malicious; they were simply performing their duties. To them, although these two youths had subdued a seemingly ill criminal, they were now unwilling to hand him over to the police, so of course, they would take some forceful measures.
But Fang Hao and the others couldn't possibly hand over this man who had turned into a demon. They didn't know the seriousness of the problem; if it weren't in broad daylight, they would have already slain the demon.
"Can someone please come and help?" Although Fang Hao was still watching the commotion, he felt quite helpless in his heart. Although the guy lying on the ground only had beastly instincts and was unlikely to control his body to reattach his joints, Fang Hao couldn't just leave him alone. What if...
"Is the Demon Slayer Corps really this inefficient? There should be many people in Tokyo, right? With such a big commotion, can someone please come and deal with it?"
Fang Hao and Tanjiro naturally couldn't hand over the demon, so the conflict would only grow larger. "We need to deal with them before the situation gets serious."
Now, Fang Hao couldn't just watch; no, he had to deal with it. When more onlookers and law enforcement arrived later, things would become even more difficult. He planned to knock down the police officers and then forcibly take away the man who had turned into a demon.
Fang Hao's hand grabbed the hilt of his sword. At this moment, "Sniff, sniff." Tanjiro's nose seemed to smell something, and he instinctively perked it up. The surrounding crowd suddenly stopped shoving, their eyes glazed over, standing still, falling into confusion, as if they were talking in their sleep.
"Hmm? What is this? It's blocking me."
"Flowers? Where did all these flowers come from?"
"Don't rush, don't panic..."
"You, where are you guys? I can't see you."
Tanjiro was very surprised to see their current behavior. Immediately after, countless flowers appeared before his eyes, layer upon layer, a riot of colors, a sea of flowers connected to each other, like clouds and like mist, captivating his entire gaze.
Soon, he realized something was wrong. He couldn't see anything around him anymore, and his nose only smelled an endless floral fragrance. "Was this why they were so flustered earlier?"
After the floral scent appeared, Fang Hao immediately covered his nose with his clothes, then moved to Tanjiro's side. "Tanjiro, this floral scent will cause hallucinations. Be careful!"
Fang Hao knew that the person who came was most likely Tamayo, but he couldn't be careless just because he knew the original plot. What if it was a demon sent by Muzan with a Blood Demon Art similar to Tamayo's? He still needed to be cautious, after all, he only had one life.
Tanjiro sobered up, his expression immediately becoming serious. He tightened his grip on his sword, wary of the enemy hiding in the shadows.
The next moment, a gentle and kind voice entered their ears.
"That's right, this is indeed an illusion. It's a fantasy constructed from my blood, but I am not your enemy." As she spoke, a figure appeared before them.
This was a woman with a beautiful face, long black hair parted in the middle and styled into a large, low bun, secured by a floral hair clip.
Her eyes were gentle, like a pale purple mist. Her lips were rosy, a stark contrast to her pale complexion. She wore a dark purple kimono adorned with wavy pale purple branches and red flowers, and a wide beige obi around her waist.
Hmm, she was also followed by a young man dressed as a student.
"You are..." Tanjiro had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and for a moment, he didn't know what he was thinking, standing dumbfounded.
Fang Hao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was indeed Tamayo; it was good that this part of the plot hadn't changed. But he showed no trace of it on his face and asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"My name is Tamayo. I am a demon who does not harm humans, and also a passing doctor."
The woman introduced herself as Tamayo, a demon who had broken free from Muzan's control and was currently living in seclusion in Asakusa as a doctor. The young man beside her was named Yushiro, her assistant.
Hearing the woman's words, Tanjiro quickly relaxed his guard and chose to trust her.
Fang Hao expressed his doubts about this, not that he didn't trust Tamayo, but that he couldn't believe Tanjiro would trust Tamayo so quickly. Fang Hao couldn't remember the details of the original work, after all, who watched Kimetsu for the plot? Everyone watched for the burning budget, and they themselves got fired up, anyway, it was more exciting than the anime.
Fang Hao truly hadn't expected Tanjiro to build trust with Tamayo so quickly. Then he saw Tanjiro's gaze towards Tamayo at that moment, "? I thought people my age liked older sisters, but I didn't expect Tanjiro, you like older sisters at your age. What about us older people?" Thinking of this, Fang Hao felt even more heartbroken.
"Are we older people supposed to like lolis? Eh, that doesn't seem bad either. Uh, three years is a huge profit, death penalty is not a loss."
Let's not get too perverted. Fang Hao quietly asked Tanjiro this question, and Tanjiro's answer was—there was no scent of a lie.
"Hmm, it'd be better if you just said you liked older sisters," Fang Hao grumbled. Although he knew Tanjiro's nose could discern emotions, the guess that he liked older sisters was more satisfying to Fang Hao. This way, they could become the same kind of people, SP.
"What?" Young Tanjiro had never heard such teasing, and his face turned red.
Yushiro, on the other hand, glared at him. "Glare at your love rival, why are you glaring at me? How inexplicable." Of course, Fang Hao didn't say this out loud. It was their first meeting, so he wanted to leave a good impression; he could complain later.
Then, Fang Hao and the others, carrying the injured woman and the demonized man, followed Tamayo and Yushiro away from the main street, turning into a quiet and dark alley. After wandering around inside for a long time, they arrived at a dead end.
"Huh?" Tanjiro's eyes widened instantly. He saw Tamayo and Yushiro enter the wall without any hindrance; the seemingly solid wall turned into an illusion as they walked forward, then returned to its original state.
Fang Hao raised an eyebrow. "Amazing." This kind of situation, like a barrier from a fantasy world, was indeed surprising.
Fang Hao also knew that this should be caused by a Blood Demon Art. Earlier, Tamayo's Blood Demon Art was a hallucinogenic scent, so the one in front of them should be Yushiro's doing.
Fang Hao stepped forward and entered, and Tanjiro and the others followed closely.
Inside the wall, or rather, hidden there was a private clinic. Besides Tamayo, there was only Yushiro, and now Fang Hao and his companions.
Looking at this clinic, Fang Hao couldn't help but marvel at the 'light under the lamp' phenomenon. It was truly dramatic that a demon free from Muzan's control lived in Asakusa with Muzan.
They laid down the injured woman. Tamayo and Yushiro carefully settled the woman, then treated her external injuries, quickly completing the treatment.
Next, they began to treat the man who had turned into a demon. Tamayo performed a series of operations that Fang Hao couldn't understand.
"I've at least experienced the influence of modern medicine (been to hospitals), so why can't I understand this?" Fang Hao thought for a moment and still felt that Tamayo's medical skills were unscientific, even requiring her own blood. Oh, she was treating a demon, so never mind.