My breeder is the strongest

The smile on Gojo Natsuki's face froze for a moment, and then forcibly regained his composure.

"You understand what I'm talking about, Wu."

Gojo Gobe started shaking his legs, "I don't understand, I'm not yet 12 years old, so I can't understand this typical middle school delusion."

Wujo Natsuki: "..."

"Enlightenment." He tried hard to maintain his villain image, "I'm serious, if..."

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, put his feet up on the round table in front of him, and lifted the chair off the ground, interrupting him directly, "I thought you had some advanced intentions to play games with you until now—"

His disgust was about to overflow the screen, he smacked for a long time, and picked out two words from between his teeth.

"……That's it?"

Wujo Natsuki: "..."

I'm really sorry for not being high enough!

He stood up with a jerk and almost knocked over the teacup on the table. Realizing his gaffe, he grimaced.

"Wujo Satoru...you don't want to toast and eat fine wine!"

"yes."

Gojo Satoru also put away his smile, lowered his legs, leaned forward, and met his gaze expressionlessly.

Those eyes were like ice blades in an extremely cold place, and the majestic spell power emanated from him, giving people an unspeakable sense of oppression.

"But, I don't think so—did you toast me?"

……horrible.

It's really scary.

He had personally experienced Gojo Satoru's killing intent towards others countless times, but he never thought that when this killing intent faced him, it would be more terrifying than he imagined.

Is this... God?

Gojo Natsuki felt like a prey being targeted by a beast, his skin tightened and his hair stood up uncontrollably, "Don't you really care, Wu, your friend..."

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and quickly dialed the number. On the other end of the phone, there was only a beeping tone.

--No one heard.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Go on."

Gojo Satoru stood up nonchalantly, approaching him step by step.

"My friend, what's the matter?"

15 minutes ago, at the entrance of the custom shop.

Gojo Wu grabbed Xia Youjie's neck and put his mouth close to his ear.

"The end of the third passage from the right, I see it."

"Pretend to be dizzy and find a cat."

……How can this be!

In the blink of an eye, Gojo Natsuki had already thought of countless possibilities, but no matter which one, it was completely beyond his expectations.

It's just a ten-year-old kid who has learned martial arts for a month. Could it be that ten adults can't beat him alone! ?

His first reaction was no, but he soon came to his senses.

at this point……

He bit his lower lip and pressed the emergency call button on the flip phone.

Gojo Natsuki doesn't have much authority to mobilize the magicians at home, but as the saying goes, money can turn ghosts around.

In the next second, the sound of footsteps shook the entire air-raid shelter, and gangster-like strong men came from all directions.

"Oh." Gojo Satoru flexed his ankle, "Want to run?"

So what if there are 1000 people—as long as they are fast enough, no one can catch up.

can catch up to anyone.

Before Gojo Natsuki could turn around, he felt a chill behind his back, and the sixth sense crazily issued an alarm, but it was too late.

The power of attraction, Cang.

In just a blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru had appeared behind him, clasped his neck with one hand, and pressed him to the ground with force.

His knees hit the ground, and the concrete floor cracked.

Click, the sound of bones breaking.

In the hall, everyone's movements stopped.

"Are you asking if I want to be a human being or a god?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his index finger, and space twisted at his fingertips.

"Although I'm not interested in any of them, but if I have to choose—"

"Sure enough, I still, want to be a ghost more."

He sneered, and the distorted ripples were reflected in the penetrating eyes, like the air burning in the karmic fire of hell.

"Unfettered, free spirits."

The game is doomed——

Gojo Natsuki closed her eyes.

but.

"Wait!" In the corridor at one end, Xia Youjie pushed aside the crowd, held up a card with paw prints on it, and shouted anxiously, "Wu, the cat—the cat is not here!"

Gojo Satoru's movements paused, and he reacted instantly.

That is to say, what he saw before was not a cat—it was a form disguised by the remaining spell power on the card.

……Hold!

He did it on purpose!

He turned his head quickly, and with one look, all five Xia Shu's ten fingers were twisted and broken, and his voice was cold.

"Say, where is it?"

Gojo Natsuki's face turned pale from the pain, cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead, but his expression was strangely joyful.

He didn't care about his broken fingers and locked throat, dragging his twisted knuckles bit by bit, and piously leaning towards the soles of the person in front of him.

The blood dragged snake marks on the ground.

"You want...you want to become the strongest god..."

Gojo Natsuki lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"It's already...it's too late..."

Suddenly, he raised his head high, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha! Now that the matter has come to this - let it! Come with me and become a sacrifice to the gods!"

In the Wujo mansion, the owner looked at the crescent moon looming in the night, thoughtfully.

"What's the date today?"

The maid put down the oolong tea in her hand and thought for a while, "The third day of July."

"It's Mo Fu."

In the courtyard, clusters of white oleanders are in full bloom.

The weather outside the door was calm, but on the small table, the amber tea water rippled for no reason, and the tea stem stood upright.

"Oh?" Gojo Shio raised his eyebrows, picked up his teacup, and sighed leisurely, "It's coming to an end, summer."

"After the day of worship—"

"Master, is it okay to leave him alone?"

Hearing this word, his face smelled bad immediately, and he waved his hands impatiently, "What could be wrong with that brat??"

His white hair was blown up by the wind, and his flamboyant appearance seemed familiar.

"Weak and stupid, you are not qualified to be my son."

Humans are stupid creatures.

Facing an existence that is too much beyond oneself, one tends to regard the other party as a god.

You can forget everything by entrusting yourself to "God".

Self, responsibility, obligation.

All failures and disappointments.

It's just, in the high hall of the temple, in front of the kneeling futon.

Is the person standing on the high place a god or a ghost?

The crescent moon hangs on the top of the mountain, the red pillars of the torii are peeling off the paint, and the stream of people carries lanterns to light up the winding and narrow mountain road.

They wore uniform black cloaks, with wide-brimmed hats hiding their expressions.

In the middle of the crowd was carrying an equally dilapidated mahogany box trimmed with cheap gold.

Inside the box, a small group of white Persian cats unconsciously fell asleep, lying on their side among the tributes and pastries, with the tip of their fluffy tail shaking gently up and down with the box.

After a while, the shaking stopped.

It was a strange looking mountain, the sunny side was gentle, but the backlit side was exceptionally steep.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, the stream in the canyon flows quietly, and the cliff is like a knife.

The flickering candles lit up the night.

In front of him is the abyss.

"Sacred Day? What do you mean?"

"A boring ritual made by a group of incompetent idiots." Gojo Satoru looked gloomy, "After death with a powerful curse, a part of the body cannot be destroyed, and can be used as a curse to guard the Quartet."

"The curse object has no consciousness, but it is unavoidable that there are some self-indulgent neuropathy, treating the other party as a 'kind' god who 'shines the world', and throwing dessert sacrifices down the mountain every year for nothing."

Throw down the mountain?

For a moment, Xia Youjie immediately had a bad association, "Could it be, he wants the cat..."

"There are worse things than that." Gojo Satoru heaved a sigh of relief, "Speaking of the curse that is owned by the Gojo family and the festival is arranged in July, that's the only one."

"For this year's exchange meeting, the special-grade spell spirit that has been unsealed a little earlier—"

he said coldly.

"Should be waking up soon."

Definitely, in time.

The queue of men in black raised their hands high, facing the boundless night, they shouted in unison.

"Give me peace! Give me peace! Give me peace!"

"Give me redemption! Give me redemption! Give me redemption!"

"Hey, wait!"

Behind the queue, the patrolling magicians came late, forced their way into the crowd, grabbed the collar of the leader, and drove them away loudly.

"What's the matter with you? No sacrifices to gods are allowed here this year! Go, go, go..."

However, the leader was completely unmoved, letting the sorcerer tug at his collar, staggering on his feet, but staring fixedly at the bottom of the cliff in front of him.

The clouds cover the teeth and the moon, and the shadows cover the bottom of the cliff little by little.

The clock is ticking, it's good day.

Suddenly, he tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth reached up to his ears in a weird grin.

"Time is up--"

The people in black raised their arms collectively again, held up the red box containing the offerings, and muttered words.

[Your divine power is inconceivable, your compassion is inconceivable, your wisdom is inconceivable, and your eloquence is inconceivable]

[Your divine power is inconceivable, your compassion is inconceivable, your wisdom is inconceivable, and your eloquence is inconceivable]

[Your divine power is inconceivable, your compassion is inconceivable, your wisdom is inconceivable, and your eloquence is inconceivable]

【Your inconsistency will never be exhausted in thousands of kalpas】

The man in black raised his arms.

The leader raised his voice.

"3, 2, 1!"

Before the words were finished, the space was distorted, and the figure of the white-haired boy flashed in an instant, and the voice coincided with that of the leading man in black.

"A tribute—"

"Noisy!"

The box containing the sacrifice drew an arc in the air, and Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, seeing the box and his outstretched hand brush past each other.

one centimeter——

Only one centimeter.

Without hesitation, he jumped directly towards the cliff.

Xia Youjie panted and ran up to the top of the mountain. Gojo Satoru and the cat were both gone. They only saw the dumbfounded patrolling magicians and the sacrificial team, and they didn't even realize what was going on——

In the next moment, a huge amount of magic power erupted from the bottom of the valley.

A dense black shadow rises from the ground, like a continuous mountain top, until it is half a mountain above the top of the mountain, it stops abruptly. The black shadow gradually solidifies, fades black, stops trembling, and opens its eyes.

There are countless eyes all over the body.

Special-grade curse spirit, Kageyama Oeda Maru.

The seal is lifted.

【"Third-level curse spirit!?" Xia Youjie had an expression of "You are definitely going to murder me", "Does someone use the third-level spell?? Can't you start from the first-level and second-level??"

Gojo Satoru looked at him as if he was looking at a fool, "...Is the third level the third weakest from the bottom, or do you want to challenge something more difficult?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

"No, no, no, thank you."

"Let's talk." He asked curiously, "Is the first-level curse spirit the most powerful? How powerful is it? Is it bigger?"

"No." Gojo Satoru replied, "It's not easy to say. Basically, the evaluation is made through the "window" of observation and the report of the magician. Generally speaking, the level of magic spirits that can speak human will be rated higher, level two The difference from the first level is whether you can use spells."

"As for the most powerful ones, above the first level, there are special grades."]

So, is this the special-grade curse spirit?

Unlike human beings, when facing a curse spirit, the sense of oppression of the spell power is stronger. That kind of endless negative energy, like the overturning of a mountain or the rush of a big wave, can overwhelm a person in an instant.

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, and the huge monster had already awakened. It was like a ball of flesh-colored plasticine that had been watered, but it was covered with an extremely hard shell. Every time it moved, it was like a bulldozer that destroyed everything, flattening the front of him everything of.

The rocks trembled, and screams came one after another in front of him. The people in black who had been praying devoutly just now were frightened, and ran down the hill like shit. When they passed by Xia Youjie, the patrolling magician held him up in horror. shoulders, trying to pull him back.

"Run! Why are you staying here if you don't run!"

Xia Youjie was staggered by him before he came back to his senses and stabilized his body.

His heart was beating fast, and cold sweat soaked his back. Xia Youjie took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and let his nails penetrate into his palms.

The pain grabbed a sliver of sobriety from the instinct.

"No, I can't go."

He swallowed his saliva, pushed away the magician's hand, and looked in the direction of the monster.

"My friend...is still there."

The sky above the curse spirit.

On the flesh-colored body, large and small eyeballs keep turning, and flesh-colored vines keep pulling out from the place without eyes, like a worm rushing out of the sand, with a mouth full of spikes, attacking those locked by the eyeballs .

Gojo Satoru held the sacrificial box, relying on "Cang" to keep shuttling between the eyeballs.

Once it stops, it will be surrounded by dense vines and pulled into the body of the curse spirit. Even if those vines cannot touch him because of the limitless limit, they can still suffocate him.

While dodging, the six eyes also looked towards the direction of Xia Youjie on the cliff.

However, Wutiao Wuxiang's thoughts were completely opposite to Xia Youjie's.

——Why the hell are you still not leaving? ? ?

quick!Walk!ah!

please! ! !