In a hidden room somewhere in Amegakure, lightning had practically become the dominant color. Moriyue's thoughts had not changed. That beetle did not look ordinary, and all those tiny insect eggs had to be thoroughly examined.
Lightning coursed wildly over Nagato's already unconscious body, scorching his skin and flesh layer by layer. Yet every time, Moriyue thoughtfully treated Nagato's wounds. After so many rounds, even Nagato himself probably had no idea how many times the flesh on his body had been replaced.
"Is this... about enough...?"
Konan could barely stand to watch the horrifying scene. She was beginning to question her decision to accept Moriyue's terms on Nagato's behalf.
She increasingly felt that Moriyue had come here specifically to torture Nagato. Yet judging from his professional methods, he really was helping Nagato.
Moriyue's expression remained grave. Though he wanted to say it was fine now, unfortunately, the enormous beetle at the center was still stubbornly holding on.
"Something's wrong. This parasitic insect isn't ordinary. Have you been in contact with anyone recently? Can you confirm when Nagato developed this condition?"
As the "treatment"—for lack of a better word—continued deeper into this stage, Moriyue discovered more and more strange things about the insect.
This parasitic insect was different from the ones by the roadside. Judging from its behavior, it clearly possessed a certain degree of intelligence. For example, it had now tightly curled its body into a ball and shifted toward Nagato's left chest, its countless abdominal legs gripping the flesh there tightly.
Getting rid of this parasitic insect would not have been difficult. Moriyue could simply cut it in two, but Nagato would probably be finished as well.
A living Nagato was still more useful than a dead one. Perhaps he could even be kept as reserve combat strength.
"No,