Demon Eats Demon

The thing inside the woman's head was, without a doubt, a brain food.

"I haven't encountered a ghost that comes to the church in a long time. Please let me treat you well."

With a light leap, Doma stood up from the sofa.

"But before that, can you tell me how you did it?"

Before the other party revealed himself, Doma always thought that the person in front of him was just an ordinary human.

To be able to conceal his demonic aura to such an extent in front of himself, one of the Twelve Kizuki and Upper Rank Two, demonstrates Brain Food's exceptional talent.

"I am just an avatar, and my aura is very faint."

Controlling the woman's body, Brain Food spoke calmly.

"Moreover, I also have the Blood Demon Art to conceal my presence."

"I see."

Nodding, Doma's face was full of smiles, seemingly very satisfied with the answer.

If Brain Food No. Number 005 hadn't let slip, Scribe wouldn't have realized something was wrong so quickly.

Even if he had Clear World, it was impossible for him to watch over a hidden member every moment.

Most of their abilities have evolved into concealing their presence and dodging, which is the key reason why Brain Foods can act covertly.

If even a tiny clone can achieve this level of power, one can only imagine how powerful the original Brain Food must be.

"So, what do you want to say?"

Doma circled the woman's body, which was being controlled by the brain, and his curiosity deepened.

"If possible, I would like you to stay as a guest for a while."

"I'm sorry, I have other things to do after this."

After rejecting Doma's "kindness," Brain Food stopped dawdling and got straight to the point.

"My name is Brain Eater. I've come to see Master Doma to discuss joining forces to deal with a human."

"A human?"

Upon hearing this, Doma opened his fan and covered half of his face.

A glint of light flashed in his exposed eyes as he spoke.

"With such abilities, what human being cannot defeat you?"

"You should know him very well, even to the point of being extremely familiar with him."

"Oh, are there really people like that? Tell me about it."

After a pause, as if sensing something, the brain food covered the exposed skull again.

She swept her hair back to her forehead, restoring everything to its previous state.

After doing all that, she continued.

"That man's name is Scribe."

After she finished speaking, the woman, or rather, the brain, suddenly felt the air around her tighten.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and specks of ice flowers appeared in the air, making it bitterly cold.

His exposed eyes narrowed into slits, Doma spoke in the same smiling tone as before.

"You just said, Scribe?"

"Yes."

He managed to respond with a few words while barely controlling his body, and then his brain felt the temperature drop again.

An ordinary person's body simply cannot withstand this level of cold; he swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Ice-blue frostbite began to appear all over his body, and his physical abilities rapidly declined.

The joints made a clicking or creaking sound, like an old, poorly maintained machine lacking lubrication.

With his eyes narrowed Doma stared at the brain-eating food, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the brain suddenly felt its temperature begin to rise.

Driven by biological instinct, the body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Oh, Mister Scribe, of course I know."

Doma closed his eyes, then closed the fan together, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You actually want to deal with him, that's interesting."

He opened his eyes, walked to the woman's side, and gently tapped her head with his Doma.

"I'm very interested, why don't you tell me about it?"

The piercing sensation emanating from the fan made the woman shiver, and then she spoke slowly.

"I have a plan..."

Chapter 514 Ghost Eats Ghost

It took a considerable amount of time for Brain Food to fully inform Doma about the plan.

After hearing the story, Doma opened his fan again, covering half of his face.

So that's how it is. The Swordsmith Village, sword makers, Demon Slayer, Mister Scribe.

His facial expression was unclear, but judging from his squinted eyes, Doma seemed quite happy.

"And the Mister Scribe, so many things happened in just one night."

"Interesting, very interesting."

"I understand about this matter, and there's no problem."

Seeing that Doma had agreed, Naoshi's face relaxed.

"You're quite convincing as a human."

Seeing that even a puppet could display such vivid and lifelike expressions, Doma couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"If ghosts had your abilities, then Demon Slayer would never be able to find us."

"It's just the result of more practice."

The woman waved her hand, her expression suggesting that it was all a trivial matter.

Of course, he wouldn't say that the reason it was so realistic was because he had swallowed the original owner's brain completely.

It inherited all of its former owner's memories, and its tentacles allow it to flexibly control every part of its body.

To achieve this level of achievement is naturally to be expected.

"If there's nothing else, you may leave."

Nodding, the woman prepared to leave the room.

But after taking only a few steps, her legs suddenly gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

Soon, Brain Food realized that this was the result of the cold air entering the body earlier.

After a quick internal examination, a bad conclusion was reached.

"The lifespan of this body has been greatly reduced."

After the brain is swallowed, the entire body is, strictly speaking, just an empty shell, a corpse.

Blood no longer circulates, eyes no longer blink, and breathing and eating are no longer necessary.

If it weren't for deliberate manipulation by the brain, and the performance were as lifelike as a living person, it would be discovered very quickly.

In order to prolong its usage time, the brain secretes a special liquid.

This liquid can, to some extent, slow down the decomposition of a human body after death, maximizing the utilization of the brain.

Even so, after a certain period of time, a new body is still needed.

This is why, in the Swordsmith Village, that brain-eating creature did not hesitate to abandon its entire "body".

Besides framing the Scribe, there was another reason, and that was this.

Now, due to the previous cold weather, many parts of this body have suffered frostbite.

It won't be long before it completely collapses.

You have to give me a new body in return.

Suddenly turning to look at Doma, the brain-controlled woman's body offered a brief explanation.

After listening, Doma nodded with a smile.

"No problem, I have many followers, you can choose any of them."

"Whether you are male or female, young or old, it's all up to you."

Seeing that Doma was so agreeable, Brain Food couldn't help but be a little surprised.

As Upper Rank Two, he was surprisingly "kind".

From the moment he revealed his true self, the smile on his face never stopped.

"When we get back, we need to talk to the main body about this. This is a good partner."

Brain Food No. 009 thought to itself, then controlled its body and spoke.

"In that case, please take me there, Master Doma, so I can find a new one."

"No problem."

He licked Doma lips, then walked to the side and opened the door.

"Come with me."

Led by Doma, the two demons soon arrived at a new room.

"There's a group of women inside. I don't know if you'll like them."

Nodding, Brain Food was not averse to the fact that his new body was that of a woman.

After all, this body is originally a woman's, so it would be more convenient to carry out the tasks as a woman.

"Please come in."

He opened the door and walked in with Doma smile.

After following Doma inside, Naoshi suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The room was large, but there was no woman in it.

Yes, there are, but they are just rows of shelves.

On these neatly arranged shelves, each row holds several or a dozen vases.

The vases have different patterns and colors, which are quite beautiful, but also exude a bit of eeriness.

Where is the woman?

With a frown, Naoshi asked Doma.

"Could it be that Master Doma brought me to the wrong room?"

"No, they're right here."

Shaking his head slightly, Doma slowly walked to Naoshi's side and put his arm around Naoshi's shoulder.

"These vases were a gift from a friend of mine named 'Gyokko'."

"Inside, there's the head of the girl I left over from eating."

"Seeing them makes me a little hungry."

With that, Doma chuckled and patted his belly.

"Can you feed me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Brain Food instantly understood why Doma had brought him to this room.