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

"Um...Mr. Gojo, Fushiguro-san and Itadori-san might still have a glimmer of hope. I will send more people to search! Please..." Ijichi followed Gojo Satoru cautiously, observing his expression. Seeing that he was unhappy, he immediately shut up.

"Nobara is only injured, it's a blessing in disguise." Gojo Satoru stood on the ruins of the collapsed juvenile detention center. Under the rubble was a broken arm. He could tell it was Hisahito's. The place was full of Sukuna's cursed power, and the blood samples also contained the DNA of Kei and Hisahito...

"I reminded you that you can't fight, you can only run away..." Ijichi blamed himself. Now all the explanations seemed pale and powerless. Fushiguro and Itadori were most likely dead. In the world of sorcery, things like this were very common. If they died on a mission, they might be lucky enough to get back their limbs, or they might die without a burial place.

"Lead the way." Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, then he tore off the blindfold, revealing bloodshot blue eyes.

"Yes!" Ijichi was startled. Although he didn't know where he was going, he dared to ask after getting in the car, "Mr. Gojo, are we going back to the technical college?"

"No, let's go find the criminal." Gojo Satoru said, "Whether it was an accident or someone deliberately arranged it, it has something to do with those rotten oranges."

"......" Ijichi shuddered all over. It was over. Mr. Gojo was definitely angry, even angrier than during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

In the meeting room filled with the stink of old people, where rotten oranges gather, the top executives are feeling proud that their plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife has been implemented smoothly. The time bomb is dead, but he died in the mission. The culprit may be a cursed spirit or Sukuna, but it has nothing to do with them.

It's a pity that a Ten Shadow Mage died, but he was from the Gojo faction, and maybe he wouldn't be able to be of any use to me after he grew up, so let him die.

"Bang——" The door panel suddenly exploded into wood chips.

"The old men are very proud." Gojo Satoru walked in with a hint of sarcasm on his face. "They think they solved the problem of Sukuna's container without anyone noticing, and they were lucky enough to cause the Gojo faction to lose one person."

"Gojo Satoru! Don't be so presumptuous! The death of the vessel or the death of Fushiguro Megumi were both accidents."

"Reversal of the technique - He." Gojo Satoru calmly killed the high-ranking official who had just stepped out without any warning, then his face darkened, "I'm not here to listen to you guys shirking responsibility. If no one confesses to being the mastermind, then we'll have to hold everyone responsible."

There was silence at the scene, and everyone could see that Gojo Satoru was serious this time.

Ijichi, who was waiting outside, paced back and forth nervously in front of the car, his hands almost rubbing off a layer of skin. After hearing a loud noise, he suddenly raised his head and found thick black smoke rising from the meeting room. There seemed to be screams of fear and a faint smell of blood. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The Hollow Style... It was Gojo-san's Hollow Style... Even the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons couldn't make him use it...

"...At this point, he unexpectedly calmed down. I knew that sooner or later this day would come...If I attacked Gojo-sensei's students, I would definitely touch his reverse scale..."

"It's so dirty." Gojo Satoru frowned, patted his uniform that was not stained with a drop of blood, and walked to the front of the car with his long legs, "Ichichi, let's go back to the high school."

"Yes!" Ijichi straightened his body immediately, waited for Gojo Satoru to get in the car, and drove towards the high school. Gojo-san had probably passed this hurdle, and next he would have to think about how to explain what happened today to Principal Yega...

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to the technical college, Ye Mo Zhengdao was waiting for him at the school gate.

"Satoru..." Yega Masamichi frowned. His endless sermon disappeared when he saw the fatigue on Gojo Satoru's face. He was plotted against by the top leaders and two students died, one was the Tiger Stick he tried to protect, and the other was his adopted son who he had raised for nine years. If he were a panda, he would also go crazy. "Forget it, go and have a good rest. Ichichi, come with me."

"Yes..." Yidizhi said bitterly, knowing it would be him...

It was just as the sky was getting light when Ye Mo Zheng Dao ended the meeting and let Yi Di Zhi leave. The already weathered worker looked ten years older.

Yun Jing Denghua was in a good mood after hearing the news. He manipulated the controller to kill all of Yuji's game characters.

"Okay, you can go back now. You are always welcome to come and play with me~"

"Hey? Can we go back now?" Yuji felt a little disappointed.

"...You're really enjoying yourself so much..." Fushiguro Megumi sighed, picked up Yuji Itadori's hat and lifted him up from the sofa, "Thank you for your care these days, now we'll take our leave."

"By the way! Denghua-chan, do you want to come to the high school?" Yuji Itadori invited, "Thank you for saving me and Fushiguro. I would like to introduce my classmates and teachers to you!"

“......Ah...this...isn’t necessary? It’s not appropriate.” Yun Jing Denghua’s eyes were evasive. In fact, they already knew each other, although it was one-sided on her part.

"Ha! She doesn't dare to go." Sukuna popped up on Yuji Itadori's cheek and laughed.

"Who said I don't dare to go!" Yun Jing Denghua stood up, "The guy with only two fingers should keep a low profile!"

"Please." Megumi Fushiguro opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

The technical high school was still shrouded in the pain of losing their companions and could not even muster the energy for training. The second-year students looked at the only first-year student left and could not bear to be strict with him.

"Those rotten oranges deserved to die!" Maki said indignantly, "Norirose, cheer up. There will be an exchange meeting in a month and a half. The principal of Kyoto School is also a rotten orange. Now train hard, improve your strength, and beat up his students!"

"Maki, isn't it a good idea to vent your anger on the students of Kyoto School?" Panda said. He was shocked when he learned that two first-year students had lost their schoolmates. Then he got angry, and he wanted to applaud for the death of Rotten Orange.

"Salmon!" Inumaki Satoru nodded heavily, expressing his deep approval of Gojo Satoru's behavior.

"Exchange meeting? Senior Zenin, we're not back too late, are we?" Fushiguro Megumi appeared silently behind them.

"I told you not to call me by my last name!!!" Maki was angry, and turned around to see Fushiguro Megumi, "Megumi!!! What's going on!!! It's not even the seventh day yet!!!"

"Scared!!!" The panda was terrified and hid its huge body behind the petite dog Juanji.

"Maki-senpai, what are you talking about? Oh, where's Gojo-sensei?" Fushiguro Megumi asked in confusion, but seeing that the three of them were not in good condition, "Kugisaki, are you okay with your injury? Have you seen Gojo-sensei?"

"...My injury has healed a long time ago, but there may be some problems with my eyes. As for Gojo-sensei, it should be with Principal Yega." Kugisaki Nobara pinched her arm. Damn it...

"It's a panda!" Yuji Itadori hugged the furry panda and sucked it hard.

"Help...Help..." The panda trembled, haunted by the ghost of his descendants...

"Let's go, Yuji, go find Gojo Sensei and explain the situation." Fushiguro Megumi grabbed Yuji Yuji's hat and dragged him away. "We've been out of contact for a few days, he might... he must be angry..."

"Oh! That's right! We have to see Mr. Gojo first!" Yuji Itadori let go of the panda and stood up.

"Look! Huihui has a shadow! She's alive!" The panda exclaimed, discovering the blind spot.

"......He is a living person." Fushiguro Megumi said helplessly. What on earth are the seniors imagining?

“Ah…” Everyone was speechless. They were still alive… Damn… Stupid Wu had avenged them…