Curse Return: At the beginning, Death Migration will interrupt you and cut you in half.

"December 12, Christmas Eve... What a memorable day." Yun Jing Denghua adjusted her collar in front of the mirror, tied up her long hair, picked up a mask with a green face and fangs, put it on, and went out and headed straight for Shinjuku.

The bustling streets in the past were blocked and cleared in advance, all the shops were closed, and it looked pitch black. The wind blew away a dark cloud, and the moon slightly peeked out, bringing a ray of light. Many people and cursed spirits appeared in Shinjuku, which was originally deserted, without anyone noticing.

Looking from above, it can be roughly divided into two factions, the curse masters group and cursed spirits forming the vanguard of the One Hundred Demons Night Parade, and the sorcerers faction headed by Gojo Satoru.

Miguel, the dark-skinned muscular man in white clothes, Curse Master, held a long rope in his hand and stared at Gojo Satoru standing below, "Your opponent is me, Mr. Special."

"Sorry, I'm busy now." Gojo Satoru's face was solemn. He lifted the bandage around his eyes with one hand. His blue eyes were full of intimidation.

"It's rare to see Gojo Satoru so serious." Yun Jing Denghua sneaked into the battlefield. Her target was the cursed rope in Miguel's hand, the black rope. She wanted to cut off half of it before Gojo Satoru completely destroyed it!

Gojo Satoru, who was fighting with Miguel, also discovered the special feature of the rope. This rope is a special cursed tool that can disrupt the operation of his spells, otherwise this curse caster would not have been able to resist until now.

Bricks and stones were flying everywhere on the battlefield, and black smoke was everywhere. From time to time, a few big holes would be punched in a building of the Chosen One. Yun Jing Denghua carefully avoided the eyes of other cursers and sorcerers, took out two sharp knives, aimed at the gap between Miguel and Gojo Satoru's battle, and flashed in front of the black rope. Two intersecting knife lights flashed, and the black rope in Miguel's hand became much shorter.

"..." Cold sweat dripped down Miguel's forehead. Just a few minutes after the battle started, less than half of his rope was destroyed by Gojo Satoru. Then a scavenger came out of nowhere and caused him to lose a large piece more. The remaining black rope in his hand was not even as long as his leg.

"Sorry to bother you, you guys continue." Yun Jing Denghua took the black rope and prepared to retreat.

"This is a magician from my country. It takes decades to weave one!" Miguel gritted his teeth. The precious black rope, which was in short supply, was broken by Gojo Satoru, but so many of them were cut into pieces by an inexplicable woman!

"Who cares? My time is more precious. Every second is more valuable than your broken rope." Gojo Satoru said coldly.

"I'm the same. If it's useful, don't worry about it." Yun Jing Deng Hua explained, "It's a pity if he destroys it anyway."

"Curser?" Gojo Satoru completely tore off the bandage and threw it aside, staring at Yunjing Denghua with cold eyes. The sorcerer did not record her information. Although judging from the reaction of the Black Rope Curser, the two were not accomplices, it would be best to interrogate her clearly.

"No." Yun Jing Denghua denied decisively.

“Don’t get in the way!” Gojo Satoru used his magical power to destroy several huge cursed spirits, and continued to keep an eye on Miguel. If he didn’t get rid of him, he wouldn’t be able to return to the high school with peace of mind. “Since you’re not a curse caster, come and help me.”

"......" It was a wrong decision. I should have left as soon as possible. Now I can't leave. Yun Jing Denghua frowned.

"Well, thank you for your hard work." Gojo Satoru curled his lips and smiled, he was in a good mood. It saved at least ten minutes. Although the feedback from Rokugan was that she had no cursed power, but based on the fact that she could break into the battle silently and cut off the black rope of this guy, he could conclude that this girl at least had the ability to deal with the black rope curser. No matter whether she was one of his own or not, he would capture her and make her work first.

"......" Miguel and Yun Jingdenghua looked at each other, and the scene was awkward for a while.

"Please give me your guidance." Yun Jing Denghua said humbly.

"..." Miguel's already dark face looked even darker. His mission was to delay Gojo Satoru, and now that Gojo Satoru had escaped, he had no time to waste here. "A special curse has been woven into my black rope that can disrupt all spells." He hoped that this guy would give up.

"I know. If not, I wouldn't have come to grab it." Yun Jing Deng Hua said, "But don't worry. I don't have any spells, so it won't affect me."

"......", Miguel was stunned and at a loss.

"Are you still fighting?" Yun Jing Deng Hua asked, "If not, I'll treat you to some udon noodles as a thank you for the black rope."

"......" Miguel was shocked by her shamelessness. This guy cut his black rope on his own and took it for himself, without any intention of returning it. She even said thank you for the black rope! Did he give it to her voluntarily?

"At most I can treat you to Sukiyaki. Anything more expensive will be beyond my budget." Yun Jing Denghua continued.

".....Sukiyaki hot pot." Miguel said, and when she turned around, the curser did not need martial ethics, so... sneak attack!

Ten minutes later, Miguel, who was beaten black and blue, finally gave up and fell to the ground motionless. Forget it, Shinjuku has been completely defeated. I wonder how Kyoto is doing, and what about Getsu. Did he succeed?

"You are the type who doesn't want to be beaten, so you don't want to be beaten. Is there any doubt about that now?" Yun Jing Deng Hua shook his head. Why bother? Being beaten by Gojo Satoru is not enough. Do you want to be beaten again? I told him that I don't have any skills, so I won't be affected by the black rope.

"...No, if possible, I choose Sukiyaki." Miguel got up from the ground.

"Rejected. You are no longer worthy of Sukiyaki." Yun Jing Deng Hua refused. "If the vending machine over there is not damaged, it may still be able to sell fried noodles and bread."

"Am I not even worthy of Udon noodles?" Miguel was unhappy. Sukiyaki pot was downgraded to fried noodles and bread, just like Gojo Satoru turned into a monkey! The downgrade was too great!

"Or you can open your mouth and take a sip of northwest wind." Yun Jingdenghua walked towards the vending machine. Although the poor machine was broken, the goods inside were still in good condition. Coincidentally, only the door was broken. So, she handed the fried noodles and bread she bought for zero yuan to Miguel.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Miguel asked puzzledly. The positions of the sorcerer and the curser were very clear, it was a life-and-death battle.

"Xia Youjie will definitely lose. You are just a mob. Besides, they are your so-called family members. Didn't they all run away?" Yun Jingdenghua said, "Most importantly, killing people and robbing them will make me look like a bad person."

"...Robbery with a clear conscience doesn't seem to be any better." Miguel complained.

"The Panxing Sect is doomed. How about I find you a new employer?" Yun Jing Denghua asked.

"Not so good. The Pansei Cult hasn't disbanded yet. If it really doesn't work out, then I'll go back to my hometown." Miguel thought. If Geto Suguru died or was detained in the Jujutsu world and the Pansei Cult disbanded, he would go back to his hometown.

"Oh... then I wish you a safe journey." Yun Jing Denghua glanced at him. His plan was perfect, but the plan could not keep up with Gojo Satoru.

As expected, in the battle at the technical high school, Geto Suguru died in the fight with Yuta Otsutsuki and Shikakuichi, and his body was recovered by Gojo Satoru. The members of the Bankei Sect went their separate ways and their whereabouts are unknown. As for Miguel, Gojo Satoru couldn't wait to find him before he had finished cleaning up the aftermath of the One Hundred Demons Night Parade.

"Ah! Miguel-chan~ What a coincidence!" Today was the eighth time that Gojo Satoru had run into Miguel, and he invited him, "How about coming with me to the technical high school? There's an excellent student waiting for you!"

"No..." Miguel was helpless. He couldn't drive him away, nor could he beat him. His refusal was useless. The strongest sorcerer in the world of curse arts actually had such a bad temper... This smile on his face had nothing to do with the one when he was beaten that day.

“Go ahead!” Gojo Satoru pestered, “If it was just an ordinary person, I wouldn’t bother inviting you! But your level of using cursed tools in battle has been recognized by Gojo-sama! That’s why he gave you this important task! Yuta’s curse power is extremely strong, but he doesn’t know how to use cursed tools to guide his curse power. I’m very busy and don’t have time to take him with me every day…”

"..." Miguel took a deep breath. It looked like he had no choice. Well, he didn't have to go home. So let it be.