The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

After getting out of the car, Gojo Satoru brought the bell to the place where the accident happened.

Located in the suburbs close to Yokohama, the wind is mixed with the smell of the sea, and there are sirens in the distance. It is almost evening, but there is still mist.

Ling Yao followed Wujo Wu, feeling strange about the fog, she frowned slightly: "Why is there still fog in the afternoon?"

"Shouldn't there be fog in the afternoon?" Gojo Satoru walked in front, answering casually with a nonchalant expression.

Ling Yao showed a surprised look: "The sun above the head is so basking, of course there shouldn't be fog."

"So—" he still said in a nonchalant tone, "these are not fog."

He turned around, "Where's the glasses I gave you earlier?"

Ling Yao was taken aback, and quickly reached out to open her bag, and found out the glasses.

worn on the bridge of the nose.

You can see the curse when you put on this pair of glasses. Since it is just a curse tool, the aesthetics were not considered too much when making it. Once you put on this pair of glasses, Ling Yao's entire face becomes like a bookworm.

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing.

Ling Yao looked up, not knowing what he was laughing at: "Why are you laughing?"

Gojo Goku coughed, "Just wear it for now, and I'll change it for you another day."

Ling Yao still couldn't understand, she raised her hand to touch the frame of the glasses, and said confusedly: "Why do you need to change it? This...it's very useful."

Easy to use is really easy to use.

Because, after Ling Yao put on the glasses, there were many things in her field of vision that she hadn't noticed before.

The fog that was originally white has also turned into a dull scarlet, and the dense green trees around are all withered branches, and the leaves that were originally lush are like blood-stained cloth strips in the gloomy Swaying in the wind.

Like a deserted forest that has been abandoned for ages, even the air is full of mournful and death wailing.

Even though Ling Yao was not timid, and she was not afraid of watching horror movies, but such a scene made her very uncomfortable, and she felt unspeakable.

After Gojo Satoru next to her reminded her to put on her glasses, she also remained quiet and did not speak again.

In the forest, there was a moment of silence, like a rope that locked the heart, making people breathless, with only the strong sound of wind in their ears.

She turned her head.

...Gojo Satoru was far away.

At some point, he was already standing a few meters behind her on the small road that he had just walked over. Seeing her looking over, he waved his hand naturally: "I just observed the situation here, there is no What's the problem, shall we move on?"

He walked up to Ling Yao, Ling Yao was not very happy, and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you say anything?"

Wujo Satoru lowered his eyes and smiled, "Is this a task? It's not about playing. How can it be like taking care of a child?"

Ling Yao frowned, but said nothing.

"However, if you want, you can take care of you as a child?" Gojo Satoru bent down, faced her, smiled and blinked at her.

Then, reach out to her.

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to hold hands?"

"...?"

With a sullen face, Ling Yao refused awkwardly: "I'm not a child, so I don't need to hold hands."

Gojo Satoru simply withdrew his hand, "Then keep going, don't blame me if you fall down?"

Ling Yao felt even more awkward: "I won't blame you."

Gojo Satoru laughed and continued walking.

The fog in the forest is getting heavier, and Ling Yao has no experience in expelling curse spirits. In the past, she followed Scepter4 to deal with supernatural events, and they were all searched and located by Fushimi Saru Hiko. She was only responsible for protecting everyone's safety and treating them. wounded.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak anymore.

The forest was eerily quiet, with dark red mist in sight. Among the withered and ruined trees, there were scattered limbs and walls hanging here and there, as well as ugly monsters with their mouths wide open and unable to close their jaws. Those should be low-level curse spirits.

The bell felt a little cold.

The sun was shining brightly above his head, but it looked inexplicably dim, and he couldn't feel much temperature.

She couldn't help breaking the silence, and asked Gojo Satoru, "Do you feel cold?"

After a moment of dullness, Gojo Satoru turned his head and said to her, "Ah, it's a little cold, the sun doesn't have much temperature."

"Do you need my clothes?" Gojo Satoru made a gesture to unbutton his clothes, "I can take them off for you."

"—?"

Ling Yao stared at Gojo Wu for a while, and seeing that he had really buttoned his clothes, she quickly turned around and said in an unsteady voice, "I, I didn't let you take it off! Why are you making such an assertion!"

"Really?" His voice came from behind.

Almost to the neck.

"But I think you should also look forward to it?"

"..."

"........."

The bell shook and turned around, and from the corner of my eye I glanced across the lake next to it, sparkling with golden sunlight.

Facing each other, Gojo Satoru smiled at her with a familiar look on the corners of his eyes and brows.

Ling Yao raised her hand, and the next moment, a Liuying flew out of her palm, and the moment Ling Yao reached out to touch Wujo Wu's face, it turned into a sharp blade and passed directly through Wujo Wu's throat.

Gojo Satoru's eyes were still looking at her, even the curvature of the corners of his lips did not change.

And after the Liuying that turned into a sharp blade in her hand passed through his throat, his body remained unchanged, as if... It was just an illusory phantom, and it didn't attack the entity at all.

Those beautiful blue eyes smiled calmly: "How did you find out?"

Ling Ying took a step back and distanced himself from him.

Fireflies gathered in the palm of her hand, like gusts of star wind, ready to attack at any time, she said seriously: "You are not breathing."

He groaned and smiled: "Is it when I approached you and talked to you just now?"

"Ah."

"Only this?" He raised his eyebrows, "It's normal to breathe lightly."

Ling Yao looked at him warily, "Wu... no way."

Gojo Satoru smiled, "Why not?"

"It's just... no." I can't say why, but my intuition is like this, or it's because in my impression, Gojo Satoru breathes heavily and hotly every time he gets close to him.

The heat sprayed on her skin always made her very nervous, too nervous to move.

Maybe Gojo Satoru didn't do it on purpose, and maybe he didn't care about breathing on purpose, but...she was used to it, and it belonged to Gojo Satoru's heat.

When he approached, there was only his temperature.

Countless fireflies flew out from her palm, turned into sharp knives, and stabbed straight at Wujo Wu in front of her.

However, the result was the same, it passed through his body directly, as if it was just a phantom, with no entity at all.

In the flowing fireflies all over the sky, Gojo Satoru smiled at her, his beautiful blue eyes had a gentle expression.

Putting such a gentle expression on Gojo Satoru's face was very awkward and weird, because she had never seen Gojo Satoru show such an expression.

He smiled very charmingly, in the thick fog around him, he smiled lightly.

When he spoke again, his voice had changed. It wasn't Gojo Satoru's voice, but a feminine voice, like a woman's, "Do you like him very much? Is it the man with this face?"

As the fog thickened and the temperature dropped, she began to shiver with cold.

Ling Yao saw that her attack couldn't hurt her at all, so she controlled Liuying to scatter around, and the order she issued was to find the phantom's body.

Gojo Satoru looked at those Liuying scattered around, and smiled nonchalantly, "Are you looking for me?"

Ling Yao didn't want to answer him, "Where is Wu?"

"So, you really like him?" He raised his hand and played with his fingers. The gesture was very charming, just like a geisha performing on stage in a Kabuki theater after heavy makeup and curtains.

Her every move, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her brow revealed her charm.

Ling shook her head and saw her reflection in the lake.

One is her, and the other, not Gojo Satoru, is the shadow of a woman.

But when he looked up again, the person facing him was still Gojo Satoru's face.

She pursed her lips. For the first time, she didn't know what to do. If it was just an attack, she would have a chance of winning, but... the opponent was just a phantom, and all attacks would go through without any injury.

The fog is getting thicker.

She couldn't even see the faces of the people in front of her.

Ling Yao unfolded Liuying, trying to deploy the barrier to disperse the fog, but it was of no avail.

But the person in front of him still smiled calmly, with a variety of amorous feelings, "It's useless, these fogs are emitted from your heart, they are your fears."

"I'm looking forward to it. What would a cute little girl be afraid of? Being scolded by the teacher? Ignored by the parents? Rejected by the classmate I have a crush on? - If it's just these things, it's too boring."

He smiled to himself, the slow and soft female voice, like hypnosis, in the thicker and thicker fog, the voice seemed not to come from in front of him, but... from the bottom of his heart.

"I have swallowed too many hearts, but what I see before I die is always these boring things. I haven't seen such a beautiful red fog for a long time."

He giggled.

"It seems that this time, it's a pleasant surprise."

"Let me take a look, what is such a beautiful red mist, and the fear that is almost desperate is hidden in the heart—"

fear.

An almost hopeless fear.

The last thing Ling Yao saw before she came to consciousness was the other party smiling at her with Gojo Satoru's face, and what was reflected on the lake was a woman in a spacious kimono, with long hair loosened behind her, dignified and elegant.

Then, she seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

When I woke up again, the fog seemed to have cleared, and the forest was no longer in front of me.

There is a very shallow river in front of you. In the clear water, you can see round pebbles at the bottom of the river.

The surroundings were as quiet as if there were no people. She didn't know where this place was. When she looked up, she vaguely heard the laughter of children in the distance, and she felt a sense of tranquility away from the world.

Ling Yao saw cooking smoke rising in the distance, there might be someone there, you can ask where it is.

She walked along the river to the place where the smoke rose, and as she got closer, she saw a village.

Several children were playing a game of stacking stones at the entrance of the village, laughing loudly, and seemed to be arguing over whose idea to adopt.

At this time, a boy who looked older among the children looked up and saw the bell ringing.

He suddenly laughed, and waved his hand towards Ling, "Ling? Did grandma let you go to the mountain to gather medicine again today?"

Bell, I should call her.

Who is grandma?

Seeing her standing still, the boy didn't seem surprised, he ran over to her and said with a smile: "Your grandma is still cooking, it should take a while, come and have a look, does this stone castle we built look good? "

Ling Yao let him lead her to the children's pile.

The boy interrupted their argument, "Okay, okay, stop arguing, let's listen to Ling's opinion. Ling, how do you think the stack looks good, should you use this stone or this one?"

"..."

A child shouted: "It must be this one! Ling will definitely like this!"

Another child quickly retorted: "Ling won't like this kind of thing!"

The older boy interrupted them, "Well, Bell hasn't spoken yet."

As soon as he spoke, the children stopped arguing and looked at her eagerly, waiting for her opinion.

Ling Yao looked at these strange but simple and sincere faces, and slowly said the answer: "...it, right."

The child immediately cheered and jumped up: "Look! I said that Ling will definitely like it!"

The child who was not adopted pursed his mouth, looked at Ling Yao, said pitifully and sincerely: "Ling, you like this kind of stone, next time I go fishing by the river, I will pick up some more for you .”

"……it is good."

As soon as she said yes, the child became happy again, as if her answer was important.

They continued to pile stones happily.

However, in the blink of an eye, the quiet and simple village in front of him turned into a raging fire.

The children who were still laughing with her just now, lying in the middle of the fire, have already become charred bodies whose human shapes cannot be recognized.

The flames covered the entire village, and even the air was deformed in the flames, reflecting the bloody sunset, and the scarlet color dyed her pupils red.

With every step, there will be thick blood dragging under the feet.

It's like walking into the purgatory of the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. The stench of the corpses mixed with the charred smoke of the flames almost robbed the sense of taste.

"No, don't kill me, please, I am your father, I am your father—"

A man rolled out from the corner, kneeling in front of her, his face contorted in fear, pleading constantly.

His pupils constricted, and his face was twisted into an ugly face by extreme fear, mixed with the stench of blood sea corpses, it was disgustingly disgusting.

"Please, please, don't kill me, those, those are all your mother's ideas! That bitch, I have already executed her, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The flames were red with blood.

At this time, a clear firefly flashed across her eyes, becoming the only light in the purgatory on earth at this time.

At the moment she was in a daze, a sharp arrow behind her with heavy air flowed across her side, piercing the pleading man. He died, staring at her with wide eyes, with his mouth half-opened, It seems that there are still begging for mercy that have not been said.

She turned her head and saw a curse spirit.

After the curse spirit killed the man, the next step was to strangle her to death.

Strangely, she should have run away, or reached out to attack it, but at this moment, she didn't seem to have any desire to survive.

Quietly waiting for death.

Later, she heard someone say in her ear, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me to come back?"

He carried her on his back and ran quickly.

But blood and tears blurred her eyes, she couldn't open them, she couldn't see who was in front of her eyes, she could only hear that cold voice said eagerly: "Wait a little longer, I'll take you home right away."

He said, "Don't be afraid."

"Don't be afraid."

He said twice in succession not to be afraid, but for a moment he couldn't tell if he was comforting her or persuading himself.

This voice is very familiar, it seems to have been heard somewhere.

He walked down the corridor with her footsteps on his back, making heavy and hurried footsteps. At this time, the wind chimes hanging from the eaves were swayed by the wind, and she suddenly remembered the dream she had that day. The person in the dream was also like this, cold and indifferent , a voice that seemed to take nothing to heart.

It's just that now he seems to be afraid.

So Ling Yao repeated his comforting words just now, comforting him, "You too, don't be afraid."

The person carrying her froze, and then ran forward even faster.

At that moment, Ling Yao really wanted to be carried on his back like this, and die peacefully, as if she didn't have any regrets.

In a daze of consciousness, she was always struggling to open her eyes, trying to see clearly what the person she had been seeing in her dreams looked like.

Finally, in the shallow gap where the eyelids were lifted.

He saw the boy's silver-white light-colored hair, swaying gently in the wind.

……

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