Mark Resonance

The former hasn't recovered yet.

But the latter is because of the head in his hand.

With a flick of its tentacles, it plucked one of Huiren's eyes.

Before it dissipates, swallow it into the piece of meat.

Before long, the eyeball also appeared on the brain food.

And Shinri Keito's head disappeared.

"Shinri Masato, we should go now."

The brain waved its tentacles and sent out a sound wave.

"The master was calling us just now."

"Brain Food, why did you do that just now?"

The real person finally spoke.

There was no blame, no anger, only coldness in his tone.

"Because removing Shinri Keito's eyeballs can turn them into my own fighting power."

"He has already been beheaded by the Scribe and is undoubtedly dead."

"Dead things can create value for the living; we should begin."

Upon hearing this, the real person smiled.

"People?"

"You actually call yourself a human being?"

"That's hilarious, you're a ghost!"

Brain Food didn't elaborate on this issue, but simply continued.

"One day, I will regain my human form."

"At that time, I was a completely new person."

"It's just that we still need to work harder now."

The cold smile on his face deepened.

His eyes were fixed intently on the brain.

"If I die in front of you, will you take my eyeballs too?"

"Of course, why not?"

Brain Food made no attempt to hide anything and answered very readily.

"If you give it to me now, it will save me some time."

No sooner had he finished speaking Shinri Masato raised his hand and dug.

"Pfft"

He gouged out his right eye!

Blood gushed from the wound, but the person seemed to feel no pain.

His face only showed a cold smile.

"For you."

He tossed it aside, and then the real person turned around.

The brain food waved its tentacles to catch it and swallowed it into its body.

Soon, a brand new eyeball appeared on the body's surface.

"We should go find the adults."

"Okay, let's go."

The two figures disappeared from the spot once again.

Soon, they arrived at Muzan's side.

"Grown ups."

"You've arrived."

Muzan nodded, his face expressionless.

Even towards Shinri Masato, there wasn't a single thought of offering a word of comfort.

Before Brain Eater and the others arrived, Kokushibo and Doma had already arrived.

"How are the Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen doing?"

"Defeat them all."

"I placed a few Crystalline Child there, they should be ice sculptures by now."

Muzan didn't speak, he just raised his hand and waved it.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures appeared out of thin air and crashed to the ground.

It was the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps!

But the swordsmen are in very poor condition right now.

Their weapons had been destroyed, and their bodies were covered in wounds.

Even worse, some have lost parts of their limbs.

Stone Hashira Himejima Gyomei lost his left calf, Tokito Brothers each lost an arm.

Rengoku KyoJuro's abdomen was pierced, and Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa's left hand disappeared.

Tanjiro and other members of the younger generation also have similar injuries.

They've been completely destroyed.

Even if he regains his freedom, he will not be able to unleash his previous fighting power.

"Very good, now the threat from the Demon Slayer Corps has been completely eliminated."

A glint of joy flashed in his eyes, Muzan then spoke.

"Now, all we need to do is wait until it gets dark."

"Nakime, during this time, do your best to repair the Infinity Castle."

No sooner had he finished speaking Nakime's voice echoed from the void.

"Yes."

Time flies, and soon the sun outside had already set.

"Let's go."

As Muzan gave the order again, all the demons and humans present vanished.

When it reappeared, it was already on the edge of the battlefield.

"Stop!"

Muzan raised his hand, and the parasites surrounding the Scribe immediately stopped attacking.

Then a path was cleared.

In the center of the battlefield, the Scribe was surrounded by the bodies of parasites.

His breathing became rapid, and the blood on his forehead had dried.

He looked like someone whose life was about to end.

This was the first time Muzan had ever seen Scribe like this.

With a slight upturn of his lips, Muzan had Muzan felt so wonderful.

"Muzan, I didn't expect you to show yourself on your own initiative."

"Of course, I'll come out and watch you die."

"Kill me? You think you can?"

Upon hearing this, Muzan kicked Tamayo, who was standing at his feet, forward.

The next second, he said coldly.

"Scribe, just kill yourself."

Chapter 639 Resonance of Demon Slayer Mark

Upon hearing those words, the Scribe's face instantly turned cold.

He understood Muzan meant.

He wanted to use Tamayo and the Demon Slayer Corps' lives to threaten him into submission.

Sure enough, after Muzan finished speaking, Tamayo's pupils contracted instantly.

"Muzan, you despicable scoundrel!"

She let out a scream. Tamayo struggled to her feet, trying to resist.

"Shut up!"

Muzan's arm instantly split apart, transforming into tentacles that lashed out at Tamayo.

The force was so great that it snapped Tamayo's arm in two.

Upon seeing this scene, the Scribe's eyes widened instantly.

Fine blood vessels covered his pupils, and an endless killing intent emanated from his body.

Muzan sensed the killing intent and turned to look at the Scribe.

While using his tentacles to strangle Tamayo's neck, he said in a cold voice.

"I'll say it again, Scribe, just kill yourself."

At this moment, Yushiro, Gyutaro, and the other demons also roared angrily.

"Absolutely not, Mister Scribe!"

"Don't do that!"

"Don't fall for Muzan's tricks!"

The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen also realized Muzan intentions.

If the Scribe really committed suicide, then who in this world could defeat Muzan?

"Muzan, let me go!"

The Wind Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa, struggled violently.

Despite the severe injuries to his body, he was determined to get up no matter what.

Shinri Masato glanced at it, then raised his hand and waved it away.

The air was distorted, blasting Sanemi away.

Seeing their companion treated this way, the other swordsmen began to curse angrily.

"If you have the guts, let's fight head-on. Even if we die, we will never let Mister Scribe fall into your trap!"

"Let me go! Let me go now!"

"Kibutsuji Muzan, have you lived all this time only to end up inside a dog's belly?!"

The Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen's angry curses did not change Muzan's expression in the slightest.

He continued to stare at the Scribe, awaiting his reply.

Shinri Masato, on the other hand, had a sinister smile on his face.

The Scribe destroyed the entire Shinri Family, and the current situation is exactly what the real person wanted to see.