Selfish Kaigaku / Look at That Build-Isn't There Anything You Can't Do?

Upon hearing this, the young children all looked at the Scribe with respect and gratitude.

The Himejima could provide them with food was enough to amaze them, let alone something like the Scribe who could bring them mountains of things.

With a slight smile, the Scribe glanced at the children.

Suddenly, he frowned.

"Is Himejima missing a child?"

Chapter 118 The Selfish Kaigaku

"One is missing?"

Upon hearing the Scribe say this, Himejima Gyomei realized that it seemed to be true.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoze, Ahu..."

Whenever he says a child's name, he will look at the corresponding child.

But in the end, after saying a name, he froze.

"Kaigaku..."

With his eyes darting around, Himejima seemed to be searching for the child's figure.

However, he still couldn't find the figure in his mind.

"What, what should we do?"

With an anxious expression, Himejima hurriedly asked the other children about Kaigaku's whereabouts.

He learned about Kaigaku's fate from a little girl named Sayo.

There has long been a tradition of burning Wisteria incense burners in this mountain.

The reason is because there are rumors that evil spirits are lurking in the area.

Faced with rumors, some people choose to believe them, while others choose to reject them.

Kaigaku naturally belongs to the latter category.

He chose to go out "exploring" at night in order to prove that evil spirits do not exist in the world.

After hearing Sayo's words, Himejima's face showed a rare expression of anger.

"Why does this child have to do this?"

Scribe glanced at Himejima Gyomei beside him and suddenly smiled.

"I'll go find him."

He was taken aback at first, then Himejima shook his head.

"No, this is our business, how can I trouble you?"

No sooner had Himejima finished speaking than Scribe spoke.

"So you're planning to abandon these children?"

After speaking, the Scribe pointed to the children behind him.

Turning around, Himejima Gyomei saw the panic and tension on the children's faces.

They were all under ten years old, a time when they needed someone to protect them.

Himejima wasn't a fool; he knew that this was indeed the best approach at the moment.

He loosened his clenched fist, a serious expression appearing on his face.

With a slight bow of his head, Himejima said in a deep voice.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mister Scribe. Please make sure to bring Kaigaku back."

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply waved his hand.

Then he turned and walked into the dark forest.

The forest was very quiet at night, with only the slight sound of the wind.

Apart from that, there was only the crisp sound of the Scribe's shoes stepping on the leaves.

"Where exactly is Kaigaku?"

The moonlight shone on the Scribe's face, making his smile appear somewhat mysterious.

Scribe is very familiar with the character Kaigaku.

Essentially, this guy is a sophisticated egoist.

The pursuit of great power and the choice to protect oneself in life-or-death crises—from these perspectives alone, there may seem to be nothing special.

However, in his youth, he betrayed the group from Himejima in order to protect himself.

That's right. Because of his own recklessness and desire for attention, Kaigaku chose to kneel down and beg for mercy after encountering a demon tonight.

In return, he sneaked into the temple and extinguished the burning Wisteria incense burner.

This directly led to the killing of those children and Himejima's imprisonment.

Thinking of this, the Scribe's face grew colder and colder.

Before long, he perceived two moving objects.

A human, a ghost.

"There it is."

After glancing at it, Scribe leaped up and jumped to the top of the tree.

In the darkness, he slowly made his way toward that place.

Before long, a huge open space appeared before him.

In the open space, a young human was kneeling there, repeatedly kowtowing forward.

The object of his kowtow was a ghost with a slightly deformed arm.

Thanks to his excellent hearing, the Scribe clearly heard their conversation.

The child kowtowing had short black hair, slightly thick eyebrows, and black-green eyes.

His face was still filled with terror, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Please, please, don't kill me!"

His head kept rising and falling, slamming heavily against the stone in front of him.

The demon in front of him did not immediately devour him, but instead looked at Kaigaku with a mocking expression.

"The little kid was quite amusing. His first reaction upon seeing me wasn't to run away, but to kneel down and beg for mercy."

As he spoke, the demon used his deformed left hand to lift Kaigaku's chin.

The ghost exhaled as it brought its ugly, ferocious face close to its own.

"But why should I let you go? I'm starving right now."

After saying that, the ghost stuck out its tongue and licked the other person's cheek.

With a demon so close, Kaigaku's lips trembled uncontrollably, and he began to stutter.

Without bothering to wipe the drool off his face, he quickly said.

"I know that even if you eat me, you probably won't be able to fill your stomach."

Kaigaku slapped his chest and shouted.

"I know a place where there are many humans, and I'm sure you can have enough to eat!"

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on the ghost's face.

Just as the other party said, even if he ate Kaigaku, he wouldn't gain much energy.

If there really were a place with a large number of people, then I could certainly have a good meal.

However, this ghost wasn't stupid either.

He knew very well that the residents of this mountain all had the practice of burning Wisteria incense burners.

I have an innate aversion to that kind of thing and can't get close to it at all.

Rather than seeing food you can't have, you might as well be particular about it; it's better to eat less than to have nothing at all.

Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Kaigaku.

Once again being targeted by a demon, huge beads of sweat instantly appeared on Kaigaku's forehead.

In the face of life and death, his mind raced as he considered what else he could do.

Finally, his eyes lit up.

"I am a member of that temple, I can sneak in and extinguish the Wisteria incense burner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kaigaku felt the fierce gaze on him disappear.

At that moment, he knew that his life was temporarily saved.

He swallowed hard, and a plan had already formed in his mind.

Once this guy entered the temple, I used Sayo and the others as bait and ran away as fast as I could.

Licking his lips, the demon kicked Kaigaku to the ground.

"Lead the way."

"Yes!"

He scrambled to his feet, his Kaigaku panicked. He said...

"Here, sir, please..."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous heat suddenly emanated from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, as if a huge bomb had exploded, a shockwave came and sent him flying.

The small body rolled several times on the ground before crashing hard into a tree.

The sturdy tree, already mostly broken by the explosion, snapped completely when Kaigaku struck it.

Two logs, each as thick as an adult's waist, crashed down, burying Kaigaku's hindquarters into the ground.

"I thought there was still a possibility that you might repent, but now it seems that people's hearts are wicked."

A male voice that Kaigaku had never heard before came, followed by a series of footsteps.

Chapter 119 Look at this size, what can't he do?

Who is it?

As the Scribe approached, a look of shock appeared on Kaigaku's face.

Watching his opponent slowly sheath their Nichirin Blade, he didn't know how the other person did it, but he was quite certain.

That evil spirit is dead.

In other words, I'm saved!

His initial despair vanished instantly, and Kaigaku, like a drowning man grabbing a lifebuoy, shouted out.

"Big brother, please save me! Please save me!"

Without saying a word, the Scribe simply stared coldly at Kaigaku was pleading for help.

Looking at the motionless Scribe, Kaigaku's expression became increasingly distorted, and his shouts grew louder and louder.

But no matter how much he cried out or begged for help, the Scribe seemed not to hear him and simply stood there.

Gradually, Kaigaku's cries for help weakened.

He seemed to understand that the young man in front of him would not make a move.

"You saw it all just now, didn't you?"