Parasitism

"After all, it's him."

Upon hearing the sound, the human rushed to the corpse and exclaimed excitedly.

"You... you're still alive!?"

"I was lucky to escape with my life."

"It's alright, it's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive."

Somewhat incoherently, the man couldn't believe that the guy in front of him was still alive.

His entire body was covered in burns, and one of his arms was charred black.

His legs were twisted at an odd angle, as if they had been broken by something.

With injuries like these, surviving is already incredibly lucky.

"Who are you? What do you need? How can I help you?"

The man didn't know where to put his hands, and he didn't even know what he was saying.

"Help me up."

"But your injuries..."

"Help me up."

Seeing that the other person was so insistent, the man had no choice but to help him up and lean him against a relatively flat, broken wall.

"I want to watch that man leave."

The faint voice came again, but this time, it carried a hint of determination.

"Even if I die, I want to watch him before I die."

Turning around abruptly, the man saw the Scribe's departing figure.

Where is he going?

"Have no idea."

The "corpse" opened its mouth, straining to open its eyes, and looked at the disappearing figure, speaking slowly.

"But I know he will save humanity."

As he spoke, the "corpse" closed its eyes.

"Hey, hey! Speak up, say something!"

Upon seeing this, the man shouted a few words at the "corpse" in an attempt to wake him up.

"Don't fall asleep, you have to hold on!"

His eyelids twitched a few times, and the "corpse" seemed to have been awakened by him, opening its eyes once again.

"I'm just taking a rest, it's not like I'm going to die."

"That's good, that's good."

With his hands clenched into fists, he shook them erratically, his breathing becoming rapid, as if he feared losing the only remaining "member of his tribe" before him.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Gentry..."

After a pause, the "corpse" seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long while, he spoke again.

"Guangren, my name is Hyakuya Hikari."

A faint light shone in his pupils, and the corners of the "corpse's" mouth turned up slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"This is my name, a name that will never change."

Meanwhile, the departing Scribe gradually moved away from the Hyakuya Family's residence.

After wielding that blade, he paused for a moment, sensing whether any ghosts had survived.

But all the ghosts perished under that horizontal slash, so he didn't linger and chose to leave.

Despite killing many ghosts, the Scribe felt no joy whatsoever.

Among the demons attacking the Hyakuya Family, he did not encounter a single significant being.

Shinri Keito was not there, nor was Shinri Masato.

These ghosts held a respectable position in the Shinri Family, but they were definitely not key figures.

Even if they were to disappear, the pillar of the Shinri Family would remain unshaken.

"Huiren and Masato, where did those two go?"

Looking up at the rising sun in the distance, the Scribe fell silent.

In a dark cave, Shinri Masato was leading nearly a hundred humans deeper into the cave.

Most of these humans were young and strong men, many of whom were quite robust and showed obvious signs of training.

If this were an ordinary family, one person could support an entire household.

But in the eyes of real people, these people are no different from a flock of sheep.

No, sheep will bite when cornered.

But these humans didn't even have the right to hurt him.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Raise a finger, and light shines from the fingertip, landing on the back of a man walking a little slower.

"Ugh!"

A sharp burning sensation struck, and the man screamed, quickening his pace.

It wasn't that he didn't want to resist, but that he couldn't.

Not long ago, this seemingly gentlemanly guy easily snapped the heads off more than a dozen people right in front of them.

The other person's ferocious face and blood-soaked appearance would occasionally flash before his eyes.

He was scared, and so were the others.

As long as I can survive, what does it matter if I get injured?

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

Urged on by the real man, the men quickly made their way into the depths of the cave.

Suddenly, a light shone in the pitch-black space, and then an ordinary-looking woman appeared before them.

"I brought it to you."

"Hmm, let me see."

With a smile on her face, the woman walked past each of the captured men, carefully examining them.

Occasionally, she would reach out and pinch their muscles or check their bodies for any defects.

This treatment, which is like that of animals, has angered many people.

But when he thought of the real person next to him, he could only dare to be angry but not speak out.

It took the woman quite a while to check everyone.

"Pretty good, this group of people is of very high quality."

"Good, that's good. By the way, how's the plan going?"

"This is the last batch of goods we're missing."

Upon hearing this, Shinri Masato clapped his hands, his face showing obvious excitement.

"I've been waiting for you to say that, Brain Food. I'm looking forward to seeing you and your legion."

Chapter 557 Parasite

"Hehe, this is all thanks to the help of your Shinri Family."

The woman nodded, a faint smile appearing on her face.

"I heard you also attacked noble families like the Hyakuya Family. I wonder what the situation is?"

"Very nice."

Mentioning this, the real man gave a strange smile and pointed at the young men who had been captured.

"Many of them come from various noble families and well-known companies."

"We were supposed to send some people to you, but Muzan needs them too."

So, you understand.

He responded with a sound of agreement, but didn't say anything else.

As a demon, he naturally couldn't possibly rebel against Muzan.

Just as the two ghosts were about to continue their conversation, a man suddenly spat on the ground.

"Pah, you bunch of monsters."

The man was burly and, although somewhat old, his limbs were still strong and powerful.

Compared to the other people around him, he also stood out quite a bit.

"Oh, who are you?"

"I am Niguma."

Who is Niguma?

Ignoring Niguma, Brain Food turned to the real person beside him and asked.

"This guy is incredibly arrogant. What's his background?"

"Hehe, he's the manager of a gun manufacturing company that holds a large market share."

"I see. That means he has quite a few guns and gunpowder under his command."

With a knowing look, Brain Food nodded and then walked to Niguma's side.

"Sir, could you tell me where those things are kept?"

"Don't even think about it, who do you think you are?"

Pointing to his chest, Niguma straightened his back and raised his voice.

Perhaps it was because he was facing a woman that he temporarily forgot the terror of the real person and gained a little confidence.

"However, if you let me go, perhaps I can give you something."

"That's a real shame. What I wanted was everything."

"The quantity is negotiable, as long as you release..."

Before he could finish speaking, Niguma saw a hand grab his face.

The seemingly slender hand unleashed unimaginable power, Niguma felt as if his head was about to be crushed.

"Ahhh, what are you doing? What are you doing?!"

"Since you're unwilling to give it to me, then I'll just have to take it myself."

With a slight upturn of his lips, Brain Food's face was filled with a sincere smile.

"Niguma, may I taste your brain?"

As he spoke, Brain Food wiped his forehead with his other hand.

Then, to Niguma's horrified gaze, the skull slowly opened.

An irregular mass of flesh with several tentacles crawled out, moved up the arm, and landed on Niguma's face.

Although the woman's mouth did not open, her voice still reached Niguma's mind.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little painful."