Curse back: Tiger Stick sister is not cute at all

Yuji Itadori returned safely to the Bankei Sect.

He woke up halfway, and when he came back he was still curious about what had happened before he fell into a coma, and whether Megumi Fushiguro had returned to normal.

He only remembered seeing the noose and then losing consciousness.

"What else?" Gojo Satoru rocked back and forth in his chair. "Did Hisahito think of anything?"

For example, everyone’s experience of death.

"…Anything else?"

Yuji Itadori really doesn't know.

Gojo Satoru shook his head: "If Yujin doesn't think of anything else, then go to bed early. Remember to cover yourself with a blanket. It might snow tonight."

In the case of a widespread power outage, there is no such thing as a weather forecast.

Gojo Satoru simply relied on his experience to predict tomorrow's weather.

Yuji Itadori said "Oh", made the bed, took his clothes and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Just a few seconds after entering the bathroom, he turned back and asked, "Teacher, did something happen?"

Otherwise there shouldn't be this problem.

Or is there something big wrong with Megumi Fushiguro?

"How should I explain this to you..."

Gojo Satoru thought about it, but couldn't figure out what to say to make Yuji Itadori accept it calmly.

However this is impossible.

Who can’t calmly accept the death of their loved ones?

"It's better to go to bed early." Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "If it snows heavily, we can have a snowball fight tomorrow~"

Unable to get an answer, Yuji Itadori did not ask any further questions.

Generally speaking, it’s better for him not to know things that Gojo Satoru doesn’t want him to know, otherwise he will be the one who suffers.

Yuji Itadori returned to the bathroom muttering to himself.

"Teacher, it's not even December yet, so the chances of snow are slim. But it's likely to rain, so you'd better close the windows."

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

He looked out the window. There was no moonlight in the sky, only the faint golden color emitted by the barrier.

It would be nice if it snowed.

White snow can cover many things.

In another room of Panxing Sect, Red-Faced Fang saved all his clearance records and finally turned off all the equipment.

He let go of the game controller contentedly and exhaled deeply.

"What do you mean, you don't want to play anymore?"

Sukuna lay on his side on the tatami, with one leg raised and his chin supported by one hand, looking at the red-faced fang in confusion.

"If you play a new game again, you might not want to die, so just stop here." Red Face Fang replied calmly.

The lives of all curses and cursed spirits have entered a countdown.

Red Fang had other things he wanted to do.

At the end of his life, he will not just stay in front of the game console.

Sukuna snorted coldly: "I don't want to hear such unlucky words."

"I didn't say that to you either."

The red-faced fang didn't pay much attention to Sukuna.

He went to the next room and found a kimono that suited him best and put it on, but with both arms in the same sleeve, it was really easy for them to get tangled.

Sukuna looked at the seven treasures on Red Face Fang's clothes and couldn't help but sneer: "I didn't expect you to accept this."

The seven treasures pattern symbolizes auspiciousness and perfection.

"I don't quite accept this dress." Red-faced Fang pretended not to understand Sukuna's sarcasm: "Why doesn't Geto Suguru buy a women's kimono?"

"It's very simple, because Ryusei always wears kimono, and his two adopted daughters don't need the wardrobe here." Sukuna explained to Red-faced Fang without any kindness.

This kind of unspoken reason, once answered, would only make Red Face and Fang embarrassed.

Red Face Fangs doesn't feel embarrassed.

He admired his new clothes and nodded with a smile: "Very good, worthy of the clothes that I like."

Red-faced Fang carefully adjusted every fold of his clothes.

Then he stared at every corner of the room carefully, and the corners of his lips rose unconsciously.

"I should say something to say goodbye now, but you're the only one listening, so forget it." Red-Faced Fang turned around and opened the door: "Let's go. I'll give my room to you."

"Oh, see you in hell then."

"See you in hell."

Red-faced and fanged walked into the night.

A cold liquid fell on the top of his head. He raised his head and looked at the dark sky without any starlight. He just felt pity.

It’s a pity that it’s not a sunny day today, only cloudy and rainy.

There is no light and no shadow.

"Well, not good... not bad either."

In short, it is like this, a state that is not perfect, but he does not want to change anything.

It rained all night long, and in the morning the sky was gray and not very bright.

When Shengwu woke up, he thought he got up early.

However, when she looked at the time, it was nine o'clock, so she actually got up late.

"It's so quiet today." Sheng Wu muttered as he got up: "Did Dai Tian not come to see Xia Yujie to say hello, or did Gojo Satoru not come to play with Xia Yujie?"

If either of these two things had happened, it shouldn't be so quiet now.

After washing up, Shengwu put on warm clothes, opened the door, and saw Gojo Satoru sitting under the eaves.

He stretched out his hand and was catching the falling raindrops with his fingertips.

"Good morning~"

"morning."

"How was your rest tonight? Did you feel that your sleep quality was particularly good today?"

Sheng Wu thought for a moment and said, "Not bad, pretty much the same as usual."

As long as there are no uninvited guests at night, Shengwu’s sleep quality is very good.

To put it simply, it means being able to eat, drink and sleep.

Gojo Satoru flicked away the water droplets in the air and said with a smile, "Didn't I hear any strange noises?"

"for example?"

"That gamer Ryoumen Sukuna went on a killing spree outside the barrier yesterday, killing many ordinary humans who couldn't enter the barrier. In order to stop him, the Jujutsu world sent some sorcerers."

The strange sound was the sound of fighting between the two sides.

Red-Faced Fang only has the strength of three fingers. Even though he is the complete form of Ryoumen Sukuna and has a stronger loan ability, he can only be regarded as an ordinary special-grade magician.

His cursed power is not as good as Yuta Okkotsu, but he was able to defeat Geto Suguru.

Relying on the human wave tactics of a first-level magician, the Red-Faced Fang can definitely be defeated.

Sheng Wu nodded calmly: "You are indeed a hero in the fight against the Japanese."

What he did never disappointed her.

"So he is dead?" Sheng Wu asked casually.

"He died at the hands of an ancient magician, and the besiegers suffered heavy losses." Gojo Satoru's tone calmed down: "I didn't expect that he would choose this way to exit."

Sheng Wu had thought about it.

For the once invincible Curse King, being controlled by others is one thing, but making a dignified exit is another.

No matter which Sukuna it is, no one would want to die in disgrace.

It would be ugly to die at the hands of Shengwu.

“Come to think of it, he should have said, ‘I’m sorry, Master Shengwu, for not letting you use your full strength’ before he died.”

Sheng Wu stroked his chin and changed the subject: "Can I save him and let him die again?"