Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 659 - Chapter 659 Chapter 562 Eggs (1)_2

Chapter 659: Chapter 562 Eggs (1)_2 Chapter 659: Chapter 562 Eggs (1)_2 The courtyard was deserted, with its vitality fading. It would probably not be long before monsters took over.

At this time, one of the women who had conversed with Roger during the day lived in this courtyard, and according to Uma, both women had been killed.

“Something’s odd, is it because of my attention, or is it that what they discovered would inevitably bring some kind of trouble?”

Without lingering, Roger left through the back door of the courtyard and walked about 20 meters forward, at which point, his keen senses immediately detected the sound of chewing coming from the yard.

Crunch, crunch!

That was followed by a large mass of something slipping into a throat, desperately swallowed with friction.

He entered the courtyard and made his way towards the direction of the sound.

The houses in the yard, constantly battered by wind and sand, lacked the large windows of ordinary homes. Roger peered into the room through a narrow window meant for ventilation.

In the dimly lit room, a man was kneeling on the ground, his back to Roger, from where Roger stood, all he could see was a buttocks sticking up high.

Even with clothing in the way, Roger could see a palm-sized, shiny sphere rolling underneath the fabric.

Like an eye looking around.

Crunch, gurgle!

The man eating stopped abruptly and slowly turned around, revealing a wooden face smeared with blood to Roger.

Then, the man’s neck suddenly elongated, and in the blink of an eye, it was over two meters long.

No, that wasn’t a neck anymore.

It was a bright red centipede without a shell.

The neck extended, and the head nearly touched the ceiling. The man shook a bit, his twisted neck spinning around rapidly, roaming the room as if searching for something.

“Could this guy be infested by a centipede?”

Despite the room’s bizarre appearance, the actual threat seemed minimal. Roger could kill it easily if he wanted to, but what puzzled him most was the other party’s current state.

The man in the room seemed unable to control his overlong neck. Top heavy, he swayed like a drunk, taking some time to adjust before he could freely twist it.

Gradually, Roger noticed some transparent shells forming on his neck, and dense, matted legs appeared on both sides.

Afterward, the man’s elongated neck slowly retracted. However, because of the twisting, once his neck returned to normal, his head was completely turned around. The man seemed unfazed by this and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then he stuck up his buttocks high again.

Roger noticed that the eye-like thing hidden in the clothing was getting brighter, and the man trembled all over, using all his strength as if trying to expel something from his body!

Pop!

With a crisp sound, a palm-sized yellow sphere separated from the man’s body, squeezed out from within, and in an instant, juices spattered everywhere.

And Roger finally saw clearly what had separated from the man’s body.

It wasn’t an eye at all.

It was an egg.

Inside the egg sac were writhing, contorted worms, densely packed like a bundle of threadworms. Then the man’s back split open, his spine protruding like a centipede, carrying with it the internal organs hanging off it.

Splash.

Deprived of the support of his spine, the man was instantly deflated like a rotten persimmon. Meanwhile, the egg sac, shining with a strange light, dragged along its centipede-like body and started moving across the ground.

It seemed to be intending to leave the room.

Roger had already held his breath and quickly followed.

Meanwhile, in Uma’s room at the Oasis, a voice in the dead of night resounded from outside her door.

“I’m sorry to disturb your spirits, but Lord Ishii has an important matter and hopes Miss Satomi can visit.”

“She’s already asleep,” replied Yuuki Nao, controlling the Guardian Spirit to imitate Roger’s voice.

“Then wake her up, or let us take her away,” the voice outside insisted.

Splash.

The door opened, and the next moment, Ishii Satomi’s body was carried into the courtyard, led by a butterfly.

“Take her and get lost,” Uma said and then the door shut, and the courtyard once again fell into eerie silence.

Several people appeared and carried Ishii Satomi away, soon bringing her to a courtyard near the mountain summit, and along with Ishii Satomi, there was Ishii Shinichi.

“What’s going on, why is there no reaction?”

Ishii Mitsugu asked in a deep voice.

“I only sent Satomi to paralyze that guy called White Wolf for a bit, who gave you permission to act on your own?”

Ishii Mitsugu stood up, his aged body bursting with terrifying power.

“It was me.”

A feather drifted into the room from outside the window and had turned into a shadowy figure enshrouded in darkness by the time it hit the ground.

Hearing this voice, Ishii Mitsugu’s complexion slightly changed, his anger somewhat subdued, “Aian San, I don’t understand the intent behind your arrangement.”

“Yatagarasu Kensumi is obsessed with training, neglecting the entire area, which has given us plenty of space and time to manipulate.”

“He has sent many messengers here numerous times, and as long as I show obedience, the so-called messengers don’t trouble us too much. More importantly, there are some things they must not discover.”

“No, there are some things that need to be discovered by them now.”

“What do you mean?” Ishii Mitsugu was initially stunned, but he quickly understood the reasoning.

“Ran’ei Shrine does not need a fickle fence-sitter; you need to make a decision now.”

A sharp bird’s beak protruded from the shadows, and Aian San’s voice was deep, “Are you thinking of going back on your word?”

“I have already made my decision; what more do you want?” Ishii Mitsugu demanded sharply.

“This place belongs to Sword Pavilion, and since we’ve chosen you, we should naturally give it up.”

Aian San answered leisurely.

“You’re forcing us to a death sentence. Once we openly betray Sword Pavilion, it won’t be long before the Samurai come knocking on our door, and even that Yatagarasu Akiryu might personally take action.”

“He is not like Yatagarasu Kensumi; all of us together are not enough for him to kill!”

Ishii Mitsugu suppressed the fury in his heart, his forehead veins bulging and his face turning red, yet he dared not to shout loudly.

“Once you’ve gone to the Shrine’s territory, naturally, the Shrine’s people will protect you; this is not something you need to worry too much about. What you need to do now is to break free from Sword Pavilion’s control…”

“And before leaving, have one last mad fling!”

Aian San’s eyes flashed with astonishing murderous intent. His words sent a chill through Ishii Mitsugu.

“What do you want me to do?”

He glanced from the corner of his eye and saw that Ishii Shinichi, standing beside him, had no surprise on his face, a chill spreading from the bottom of his heart.

His son… was clearly already persuaded.

Aian San looked at Ishii Satomi, who lay on the ground, “It’s a pity, I originally planned to give that guy one last pleasure of his life and try to inject the seed into his body.”

“Indeed, it’s quite disappointing now.”

“For so many years, the Ishii Family has proven its stance, but it’s just short of a little something. The Divine Master wishes to see your determination.”

“Kill these two messengers from Sword Pavilion, and then place insect eggs in their bodies. I believe it won’t be long before these two corpses appear in Hankawa.”

“Right in front of Sword Master Cold Crow!”

“You want to start a war!”

Ishii Mitsugu’s body shook uncontrollably, the thought of that dreadful outcome made him shiver.

“War?”

Aian San let out a cold laugh, his gaze passing through the window and settling on the pitch-black night sky.

“The war has been going on for far too long.”

“There’s not much time left. If we kill those two now, it won’t take long for the news to reach Hankawa, and Sword Pavilion will send someone to pursue us immediately.”

Ishii Mitsugu’s eyes flickered. They’d been allied with Ran’ei Shrine for many years, and now they had reached a point of no return.

However, even after agreeing to Aian San’s plan, Ishii Mitsugu prioritized the fate of himself and his clansmen.

Without these people by his side, having mere strength meant nothing to Ran’ei Shrine from him, Ishii Mitsugu.

“Then let’s find them something to do.”

Aian San let out a cold laugh, walking to the window. The night wind swept in, and Aian San’s gaze crossed vast distances to fall upon the city.

“Like destroying a city!”

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