Super Cursed Spirit Knotweed

That dream came again.

Gojo Satoru clearly knew that he was dreaming.Judging from the experience of the previous few times, there probably won't be any memory left after waking up this time.

He stood on less than two square meters of land, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, without seeing the edge at all, as if the whole world was only left with this small piece of soil in front of him.

It was probably raining, and the soil was unusually wet and muddy.Gojo Satoru's shoes were covered in mud spots, and large chunks of black mud clinged to the sides of the shoes.The man could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, and could feel the coldness of his body after the heat was gradually taken away, but his eyes could not catch the real trace of the rain.

His eyes were glued to the man with smoky pink short hair in the deep pit.

The corpse was very clean, without obvious trauma, not died of disease, not died of accidental injury, and had no obvious filth.

Deaths that are completely unrecognizable from the outside are very rare, and Gojo Satoru's own domain - the infinite space is one of them.

But it is not infinite space.

The face is peaceful and even smiling, and the white flowers used for sacrificial offerings on the bottom of the body are only slightly moved, not much, but they are there.

——The other party was still alive when he was lying in the coffin, without the slightest resistance, and left with a smile.

……

Gojo Satoru slowly opened his eyes, there was a thin slit accidentally left when he drew the curtains last night, now the sunlight came in through this narrow slit, and happened to shine on the man's face.He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, and at the same time turned his head to avoid the dazzling sunlight. The drawer of the bedside table that was pulled open in his vision made Gojo Satoru's brain work slowly.

Gojo Satoru retreated his elbows and slowly raised his upper body, forming a right-angled triangle. The man's gaze could fall directly on the knotweed in the drawer after being raised.

Although a long time passed, Knotweed, who still hadn't found a normal pajamas, was wearing a black-striped cow jacket with a white background, and was lying sprawled on the water bed disguised by Gojo Satoru with ice packs.It's not that the knotweed is not good for sleeping, but in September, wearing plush pajamas to sleep, the knotweed can do anything to dissipate heat.

Looking at the sleeping knotweed, Gojo Wu curled his lips, saying that it can dispel nightmares, but it has no effect at all.

But seeing the still breathing knotweed, Gojo Satoru felt a lot more at ease.

Gojo Satoru kept his eyes on, and the knotweed under Liu's eyes gradually separated from the individual, and his gaze left the skin and flesh to the depths of the soul.

The two strands of mana that were originally evenly matched to each other now have a clear gap in strength, and the mana of the same source as him has also been consumed a lot, but fortunately, the side he prefers, the side of the knotweed he knows , Only one step away from victory.

Gojo Satoru has always known that there is a problem with the bandage of knotweed, and occasionally sells a flaw to an unknown person living in the bandage, wanting to see what the other party's goal is, but after his day and night probing and observation, there is something wrong with that bandage. The mantra's power is getting weaker day by day but still lurking, I don't know what kind of back move it is.

The gradually dissipating mantra of the same source as Gojo Satoru was scattered into the man's body, and the successive strange dreams probably originated from this.

What happens when it's all absorbed.

Gojo Satoru thought casually, got up and went to the window.

Gojo Satoru rarely wakes up earlier than Knotweed. It is due to habit and personality. Gojo Satoru feels that "no one can continue to sleep in after I wake up." bright.

After being woken up, Knotweed shrieked and stuffed his head under the pillow. Hearing the unexpected scream (?), Gojo Satoru paused, almost thinking that Knotweed was a vampire who couldn't see the light.

The knotweed was twisting on the low water bed, the head was still deeply buried under the pillow, only a few powdered hairs could be barely seen, and an indistinct sound could be heard faintly.

"what time is it now?"

"I don't know~"

The writhing body of Polygonum cuspidatum came to a standstill, unable to see his expression clearly, he only expressed his helplessness with limited body language.

With minimal resistance, Knotweed gradually regained consciousness, and it was not until he jumped off the building to wash up as usual that Gojo Satoru, who was left aside, finally looked away.

……

A faint sweet smell came from the kitchen, adding a touch of popularity to the originally cold Wujo house.

Breakfast today was a sandwich with creamy corn chowder.The sandwich has two flavors, one is a fruit cream sandwich, and the other is a double-layered one with tuna with salad dressing and a soft egg roll.

There would have been waffles as dessert, but knotweed was not made for reasons that everyone understands.

After the meal, Knotweed came to the living room of Wutiao's house, sat down first, turned on the TV and began to select programs.

Gojo Satoru, who arrived later, neither watched TV nor pretended not to see the knotweed. He relaxed and obeyed the gravity and fell towards the sofa, as if he was about to press the knotweed under his body.

"Ah! It's too much!"

Gojo Satoru shouted exaggeratedly.

It turned out that the knotweed on the sofa raised its arm early, and hit Gojo Satoru's defenseless stomach.

Although there was a soft sofa as a cushion, Wutiao Wu, who was still in great pain, complained first, turned over to reveal the knotweed, and stared at the knotweed that was still on the TV with reproachful eyes.

Knotweed turned a deaf ear to this, and never took his eyes off the TV in front of him.

Gojo Satoru lay prone on his side, the flesh on his cheeks squeezed together and almost deformed, staring at the black spot on the knotweed milk suit, the man whose eyes gradually became loose suddenly asked without warning:

"The two-faced Su Nuo's fingers are hidden?"

"Well, it's just..."

Gojo Satoru put his index finger upright in front of the knotweed stick looking sideways at him, and interrupted with a quiet gesture: "Don't tell me, just keep it in your heart."

After a short period of serious life, Gojo Satoru returned to his original form.

A tall man over 1.9 meters rolls around behind the knotweed, muttering that waffles look good with today’s weather, and then saying that chocolate sauce alone (?) looks so pitiful, Occasionally, it will also insert a wonderful guess like whether the knotweed can be broken directly if you use the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo to decompress it every day.

No matter how the man twisted behind him, the knotweed did not take his attention away from the flickering picture in front of him.

Wujo Wu, who realized that he was not getting attention like this, changed his strategy and stared at the knotweed. After Liuyan habitually collected data and analyzed it, Wujo Wu came up with a whim.

"Yourhito," Gojo Satoru asked, "Have you ever thought about transforming back into a human form? The 1.6 meter seven one."

Knotweed, who had been pretending that there was air behind him, finally turned around, and the man in his vision showed a cunning smile, completely ignoring expression management, like a fox.

"Youren also knows that the current sealing technology can't keep up with the growth rate of the curse, so even if you don't do anything, the seal on your body is still loosening a little bit."

The existing seal on the body of the knotweed is not so much limiting his strength as it is protecting the knotweed under certain forces.Now the loosening of the seal is also because it is unnecessary and nothing else.

Now that the seal is loose, it can naturally return to its "original appearance".

Just to test the reaction of the guy in the bandage.

Knotweed, who was persuaded by Gojo Satoru in a few words, was very cooperative and planned to try.

"Youren can imagine in his mind what he looks like when he becomes bigger, and try to reshape it with mantra."

Knotweed stretched out his hand to take off the cow clothes, so as not to stretch the clothes when he grows bigger, but Wujo Wu stopped him.

According to the man, the clothes in the knotweed wardrobe are engraved with the same spell as the bandages, in other words, the size can be adjusted automatically as the knotweed's body changes.

The action of taking off the clothes of the knotweed froze, and instantly understood why even among the countless debts on him, the aspect of clothing was particularly prominent.

Although he cooperated with the experiment in his heart, the knotweed, which was cursed for the first time and had never had the experience of "pinching people", was still in a variety of conditions and turned into some strange things...

It's like a 15cm three-headed doll with a soft body, a long unidentified object like a pillow, or a strange ear and tail (?) and the like.

After several failures, in the unknown number of attempts, the mantra circulated along a certain wonderful circuit, and the minds of Knotweed and Gojo Satoru realized at the same time, "Success".

The skin of the knotweed became transparent for a moment, and the mantra spread all over his body like blood vessels, and the blue lines flowed on the body of the knotweed like some kind of primitive characters.

"Plop, plop"

The beating sound of the heart gradually became louder, and the chest of the knotweed stick rose and fell. With every beating of the heart, the well-contained mantra in the knotweed stick began to surge out, wave after wave.

The knotweed stick is like a certain spring, with him as the center, the spell power continues to spread and disappear, and the concentration of the spell power around him increases sharply. After reaching a certain critical point, the little man who was originally the size of a palm began to stretch slowly.

Like blowing up a balloon, the slap-sized knotweed turned into a handsome adult man with an excellent figure, who seemed to be playing some strange PLAY.

Knotweed in a milk suit cheered and looked at the man behind him. "How?! Enlightenment has never seen me like this!"

The knotweed was originally sitting on the edge of the sofa. This position is more than enough for him who is 15 centimeters, but it is not enough for him who is 1.8 meters.

In order not to fall to the ground, the knotweed leaned back, and its back directly touched Gojo Wu's abdomen.

"Excellent!" Gojo Satoru, who was leaning on him, stretched out his hand without hesitation, and hugged the slender waist of the knotweed, without refuting the knot, and directly proposed: "Celebrate! Let's have waffles at noon!"

"..." Looking at Gojo Satoru, who was obsessed with waffles, Knotweed felt a little helpless in his heart, but he didn't refuse. "That kind of thing can't be a main meal, but it's okay as a dessert."

Wujo Wu's eyes behind the sunglasses stared at the curvature of the mouth of the knotweed.

He once heard a saying, "Don't save a man who laughs and goes to death."

To this, Gojo Satoru replied——

It's none of my business.