After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

Rabbit Alu thought so, and immediately prepared to let his gods have a little impression of those people first.

"My lord, I will draw the portraits of those people for you, so that you can identify them more easily." Pink Rabbit excitedly took the paper and pen and began to paint.

After half an hour—

"That's it!" Pink Rabbit excitedly handed the paper to him.

Kannazuki looked at the overly abstract human faces on the white paper without a word.

No offense is meant, but with this sparse appearance and completely disproportionate facial features, are you the legendary master of postmodern abstractionism?

"Master Jing! You must be careful of these people!" Rabbit Alu, who has no idea how abstract his painting skills are, pointed to one of the paintings and highlighted his own god, "Especially him!"

Kannazuki squinted his eyes and began to study whether the person in the portrait was wearing a black eye patch or a black mask.

10 minutes later--

Good guy, I really can't see it at all!

Not to mention anything else, the body of this painting is a person, it's outrageous!

Kannazuki looked at the rabbit who was squatting at his feet with a serious scientific face, hesitated for a while, and then silently swallowed back the complaints that were stuck in his mouth.

After all, he is a rabbit, so it would be nice to be able to pick up a brush and draw. It is a bit too much for him to use human standards to ask him.

"Master God, if you meet this person, you must hide away!" Pink Rabbit stomped frantically, "He is super scary! If you are caught—"

Kannazuki tentatively stretched out a jio on the edge of danger: "What will happen if you get caught?!"

One thing to say, he was quite curious.

"You know that your current identity is the God of Plague." Knowing that his own gods and adults are always full of curiosity in inexplicable places, Ah Li slowly showed the terrifying expression of an old mother threatening strangers to her children.

"You also know what kind of reputation the plague god is in Japanese ghost talks."

Kannazuki quietly straightened his back.

It's called the God of Plague, how good is the reputation, let alone being enshrined by others, if you pass by the gate of his shrine and don't go back, take a brazier and take a bath with grapefruit leaves to get rid of bad luck.

"So here comes the problem." Pink Rabbit solemnly raised its two front legs and lay on the lap of its own god, "There is a group of people called conjurers in this world, who specialize in expelling curses born from various negative emotions." Spirit, because you have a special physique because you feed on negative emotions, you can easily be regarded as a curse spirit by them."

"So, if you are caught by them, they will lock you in a small black room covered with spells." Pink Rabbit lowered her voice, her slightly narrowed rabbit eyes were full of threats, "What kind of candle?" , whips, stabs, nails, bloodletting, only adults can't think of it, there is nothing they can't do."

"And this white hair is the strongest among all the magicians."

"If caught by him, he will die suddenly on the spot."

???

!!!

Got it, villain boss!

Kannazuki Kage immediately made a note in his heart.

Conjurer, stay out of the way.

The conjurer with white hair should stay far away.

"Then what's the name of this person?" Kannazuki Kage felt that he had to be more serious for his own life.

The painting is so abstract that he really can't recognize it without giving a name.

"Huh?" Rabbit Alu was stunned.

By the way, what is the name of this white hair?

He had clearly seen it many times before, what are the five?

Wutiao oil?Five Nuo?Or five tigers?

what!He remembered!

"His name is Wutiaojie!" Pink Rabbit stepped on the white-haired brain that he had drawn with a slap of its foot.

right!That's the name!

"Ah - Gojo Jie." Kannazuki added a note in his small notebook.

Ok, this time there should be no problem.

Kanna Tsukikage finished taking notes, and decided to find something to eat for herself first, to adapt to the new vest living habits.

however--

As soon as Kannazuki went out, the sunlight outside the door blinded her eyes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—" Kannazuki covered her eyes and rolled into a ball on the ground.

Seeing this, Pink Rabbit hurried over, stared into his eyes for a while, and then said sadly: "My lord, your eyes don't seem to be able to see strong light."

"Ah?" Kannazuki Kage, who finally recovered, was stunned.

"Then I can't go out during the day? Then how can I eat negative emotions? It's so remote and no one will come here!"

Was he going to starve to death on the first day he put on a new vest? !

"Why don't you try this first?" Pink Rabbit took out a finger-shaped thing from the corner of the room.

"What is this?" Kannazuki looked at the thing in front of him whose shape was similar to that of his fingers, feeling ominous in his heart.

"It's a special-grade spell, the finger of the double-faced Nuo." Pink Rabbit said that it would not be difficult to steal something from the high school's inner vault while taking advantage of the chaos.

"Huh???" Kannazuki Kage threw the things in his hand when he heard this.

Good guy, he thought it was something that looked like a finger, but he didn't expect it to be a finger!

He doesn't have the habit of eating dead people's fingers!

"What about this one?" Pink Rabbit brought another curse spirit that looked like a large worm.

Kannazuki looked at the strange and ugly mantra spirits in front of him and fell silent.

This is not a question of whether you can eat it, but a question of whether you dare to eat it.

Save the child, although the child is going to be hungry and stupid, but he really can't break through the psychological barrier and talk to such ugly things!

After the Shibuya incident, the details of the incident finally reached the ears of high-level officials.

The cursed spirit that was killed, the god who was sealed again, and Wujo Wu, who completely gained the power of the sky because of the god's deep sleep.

The high-level executives who heard the news were eager to move. Not everyone wanted to see Gojo Satoru becoming stronger. His strength with six eyes had already made some people fearful. After the Shibuya Incident, many people thought he was mentally disturbed Because of his high sexuality, it is proposed to imprison him in an enchantment until his state returns to normal.

When he got the news, Gojo Satoru had been alone in the confinement room of the high school for a long time.

The spells and shackles that covered the entire room fixed him firmly on the chair in the center of the room. This should be an easy way to suppress the super magic spirit, but now it can only be temporarily restricted when he can still control himself. his actions.

He's going crazy.

He brutally disemboweled himself, like Ling Chi, stripped the weak and dying soul from his cold and withered body, and then analyzed and counted every unhealed wound by himself.

Those painful memories that have been entangled for life and life are surging in his mind. He sometimes wakes up and sometimes indulges. He suffers from headaches all day long, and dreams of the same dream intermittently.

He dreamed that the gentle person was holding his hand, and dreamed that the person was smiling at him.

The man smiled so softly.So he stumbled and ran towards him, desperately wanting to hug the weak man like light smoke into his arms.

But what he saw in the next second was raging flames all over the sky. The man stood in the desolate charred bones and looked up at him, with blood dripping from the empty eye sockets.

He woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.

It was as if a bucket of cold water mixed with ice was poured over his head on a cold day in Sanjiu. His expression, movements, even breathing and heartbeat all formed stinging ice due to the sudden severe cold, piercing his blood dripping .

Those bloody wounds and bright red ugly scars that used to be painful are even more painful now.

He didn't want to struggle anymore, didn't want to open his eyes again, but the pain that was gradually bleeding, festering, rotting and maggots stimulated his fragile nerves over and over again.

Then repeated in his ear with the same voice.

【He died for you, Gojo Satoru. 】

【You are the source of all his pain and misfortune. 】

He is in so much pain.

Trembling, he lightly touched the eyes that the god had left on him.

In the dead of night, he would always touch those blue eyes with nostalgia like this, because it was the last thing that person left him.

After the god disappeared, the ability of the six eyes was further enhanced.

The power belonging to the gods has accumulated in his body. This is no longer a pair of eyes that can precisely control the power of mantras. It can see through all causes and effects, and break through the illusions of the heavens. It is the real sky that belongs to the gods.

Relying on these eyes, he knew the truth behind all disguises.

Including the blasphemy and betrayal of the gods by the Yusanjia thousands of years ago.

So he left the brig.

Across the line of sight of all the conjurers sent by the high-level to monitor him, now he entered the high-level location protected by the enchantment as if he had entered the land of no one, and it was naturally easy to catch a single conjurer.

"What? Aren't you going to say it?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at one of the higher-ups in front of him who had restricted and restrained him everywhere, and the blue eyes covered under the blindfold slowly glowed with light.

"You guys are so well-informed, you should have known that I already knew everything."

"Gojo Satoru! You are a traitor! Do you want to become the second Kamo Xianren by attacking the higher-ups!"

"It's so noisy." Wujo Wujo broke off the other party's hands and feet expressionlessly, "Why is there no special technique for extorting a confession. I don't have the patience to spend it here with you."

As he spoke, he tilted his head, the expression on his face seemed to be thinking.

"Or kill it directly, anyway, you will not be the only one who knows the inside story of this matter."

"Gojo Satoru!" Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru would give up the questioning so simply, and the senior executives who were caught panicked.

Reversal spells can heal wounds, but cannot bring the dead back to life.

He originally thought that Gojo Satoru was just angry for a while and would never cross this line to kill him, but who would have thought that the other party would really want to kill him.

"You can't do this! Are you trying to betray the entire magic world!"

"You yourself are the beneficiary of this incident! The six eyes of the Gojo family, the ten shadow spells of the Zenyuan family, the red blood manipulation of the Kamo family, and even the curse of the Gomaki family support the inheritance of the Yusan family that has stood for thousands of years The spells all come from the dead god! If these spells are taken away, the curse spirit will—" The man's words were stuck in his throat.

His neck was crushed, his mandible was broken, and the blood mixed with the torn flesh was splashed all over the ground.

"Don't use the word "take away" for me." Gojo Satoru threw away the head that was still hissing and panting in his hand, thick blood dripped down his pale fingertips, red and white intertwined gorgeously like a ghost.

"It's something that was snatched, don't talk like it's what you should have."

"Stinging——" It seemed to be the sound of something being dragged on the ground.

Gojo Satoru turned around and watched the curse spirit that suddenly appeared in the darkness swallow the shattered corpse in one gulp. Xia Youjie leaned against the tree trunk, his bangs on his forehead covered the flickering dim light in his eyes.

"Jie, it's too late for you to regret it now." Gojo Satoru slowly wiped away the blood splatter on his cheek, "Once this is done, none of us can turn back."

"Then do it." Xia Youjie's slightly narrowed eyes responded to him.

"We are the strongest, aren't we?"

Xia Youjie stood under the shadow of a pitch-black tree, and the sticky night river flowed by his side.

Surrounded by countless curse spirits behind him, soaring resentment spread in the dark night, and surrounded by him, he was not like a human being, but more like a great demon who led a thousand ghosts at night thousands of years ago.

"What I'm after is not the righteousness of protecting the weak, but letting the damned die rightly."

"If you are a traitor, then I am the traitor's best friend."

He smiled and raised his eyes to look at the person beside him, the scarlet blood in his eyes boiled silently.

"We are just accomplices."

When he walked into the room commonly used for high-level meetings, most of the people present had already guessed his purpose.

Gojo Satoru locked the door with a smile. These eyes, which can see all illusions of cause and effect, can now easily see the fear hidden deep in the hearts of these people.

When he entered here, Xia Youjie had already set up a 'tent' around which no one could leave. It was not so much a questioning of the teacher, but a unilateral massacre led by him.

"This is all for the Yusanjia! For the future of mankind!" Someone stopped him, "For these, it is necessary to make the necessary sacrifices! The Yusanjia also paid the price for this, right! Bondage or something—”

The speaker's voice stopped abruptly.

As if something had strangled his throat, the man covered his neck with his eyes wide open in horror, and the next second, his head fell to the ground.

"What I hate the most is listening to others make excuses for their mistakes." Wujo Wu withdrew the surging magic power from his fingertips, and the severed head rolled to his feet, and was squeezed under the effect of the infinite magic formula into a pile of minced meat.

"What about the Yusan family, what about the future of mankind, what qualifications do you have to say such things."

His voice was as cold as ice.

"1000 years have passed, not only have you never thought of apologizing, but instead you have killed the reincarnation of the gods time and time again in order to keep these things that did not belong to you."

"Just for the so-called ridiculous power and status."

As he spoke, he walked slowly to the center of the room—the seat belonging to the senior leaders and sat down, with a casual and wild posture.

"You probably don't know, these eyes can let me see all the truth."

"I know that some of you have long been connected with those curse spirits in private."

Every time he said a word, the atmosphere in the room became heavier.

"You guys wanted to kill me before, but now you want to watch me die even more. I know all of this." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and pulled off the blindfold. The point of doing something to you is what you say, compassion."

"But now, I regret it."

"So, I'm going to kill you all."

A moment of silence.

Invisible fear spread in the air, and everyone present at this moment felt the huge spell power that filled the room, full of murderous intent.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that this young man who was born to be called the strongest in front of him, he came this time not to intimidate or warn, but to take their lives.

He had come to avenge his god.

"The field unfolds—infinite space."

Everything stops flowing at this moment.

Countless invalid information is forcibly poured into the brains of everyone in the field. They cannot act, think or even breathe. "Perception" and "communication" are forced to execute these "invalid information" countless times in their minds in order to survive, but the body But it looks like a walking dead.

"What? Are you scared?" Gojo Satoru slowly raised his hand.

His voice was calm and terrifying, but his eyes were stained with bloody and mottled madness.

"Why are you afraid?" He smiled and formed a mudra with one hand, and the blood-red light condensed on his fingertips.

The fear in those eyes became deeper and deeper.

The fear and despair that can't be hidden is so beautiful that it is dazzling.

But what is the use of these.

Late regrets are meaner than anything else.

"Spell reversal—heh." Scarlet blood burst in the narrow room.

Blood began to splatter, and tragic cries boiled in the air.

There was no expression on Gojo Satoru's face. He looked coldly at the purgatory on earth he had created in front of him. His star-sea-like deep and clear eyes had eliminated all human emotions, and now all that remained was an uncontrollable naked killing intent.

"Since the choice has been made, then give me the consciousness of death."

"You killed him, I killed you, it's fair, isn't it?"

Kannazuki met that person on a park bench.

His eyesight is bad, so he can't come out for activities during the day, and he can only come out to find food for himself after the sun goes down at night.

He didn't eat anything for a day, he was nauseated back and forth at the curse spirit, and finally he couldn't let go of his grudge and swear at those ugly things, and the negative emotions of ordinary humans are too weak, he tried to eat a few Personally just let him eat more and more hungry.

Just when he was desperate and ready to go back and try eating the magic spirit again, he felt a strong breath in the park next to the street.

It was the first time he saw a human being with such strong negative emotions on his body.

If he hadn't been able to confirm that it was indeed a person from the other person's clothing and body temperature, he would have almost thought it was a super-human spell spirit.

Kannazuki moved forward quietly.

White hair, wearing eyepatch, seems a bit familiar.

Kannazuki Kage, who was already starving and dizzy, ignored the sense of crisis that suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart was filled with the joy of finally being able to fill his stomach.

This, taking a bite quietly should not be discovered.

He is now in an invisible form, and unless he is a magician, ordinary humans should not be able to see him.

So Kannazuki Kage confidently and boldly went to the opponent's side and squatted down, tentatively trying to touch the opponent's hand that was hanging on the side with his fingers.

however--

Eh?Kannazuki mirror was surprised to find that he couldn't touch the other party at all.

Obviously, his hand has already been stretched out, but there is like an invisible barrier between him and the other party, and it is always only a little bit away.

? ? ?Kannazuki had black question marks all over his face.

Did he make a mistake, after finally letting him find someone who could put his mouth down and smell good, and then told him that he could only watch but not eat?

Kanna Tsukikage decided that he would go back and eat the curse spirit.

He won't be wronged by this, maybe those curse spirits are ugly and taste crunchy and delicious.

However, just as he was about to stand up and leave, he felt something grab his hand.

He met a pair of magnificent eyes like the sea of ​​stars.

The ferocious beast bit the soft throat of its prey.

The man in front of him held his wrist within a few feet away, and desire and paranoia spread silently in his star-like eyes.