Illness Men's Manual

The world is empty.

The world is also blindingly white, not the light of swords in battle, nor the glare of rising sun.

The real God Realm.

That is the domain controlled by the gods.

There are all kinds of white here, holy white, stalwart white, hypocritical white, indifferent white, and crisp and distant bells.

The comfortable and soft light enveloped him, and there were constant rustling sounds in his ears.

I hope--

I hope--

I hope--

People are constantly praying, bowing their heads, clasping their palms together, and chanting pious oaths.

The accumulated desires and desires are transformed into beliefs that the gods rely on and survive.

Enough to awaken what your heart desires the most.

What does she want me to see.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and felt incredible tranquility here, with his back straight and still floating in the air by himself.

The feeling of weightlessness was really comfortable. He half-closed his eyes, then bent over and covered the corners of his lips and coughed continuously.

The tall and straight body curled up in the air like a baby.

He coughed uncontrollably until he spit out a foreign object.

Like flesh and blood and like petals exposed between the fingers.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he clenched the black petals in his hands, grinding them into crumbs, and scattered them in the pure white space from between his fingers.

—It appeared again.

Flower blooming follows irregular heartbeat, sleepless nights, irritability, and unsatisfied hunger.

and so.

Why Widowmaker?

The language of flowers is... a curse?

Gojo Satoru's first reaction was that he was cursed by the gods?Whoa, is it true?

What kind of curse would that be?

The energetic young man and leisurely pictured the appearance of this curse in his mind, what he wanted to embrace, and what he wanted to destroy. It must be a rather distorted curse to make him suffer from it.

When was this curse formed——

It doesn't matter.

Gojo Satoru suddenly closed his eyes, perhaps the source of these illnesses all came from such a curse.

The way to remove it is also very simple.

Once again, the soul-stirring red and white figure was depicted in his mind. With the smooth hair closing his cheeks, he gradually revealed a beautiful and cold face.

Sure enough, the more covered something is, the more it will create infinite reverie.

All of a sudden Gojo Satoru coughed again, the sense of fragility would be reflected in a person like him, like a terminally ill patient with no cure.

"Five enlightenments."

It finally appeared, and the fingertips crushed the petals even more.

Gojo Gojo frowned, "Do you want to know my wish?"

"I won't tell you."

Even if you can cure it, I won't let you know about it.

The arrogance and arrogance of his youth could not bear to be dissected.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi were silent, and when they met the crazy blue crystals in their eyes, what was erased from the eyes was sneer and sarcasm, and was occupied by strong and distorted dark feelings.

Unable to speak.

"It takes a lot of energy to activate this thing. It took a lot of effort to probe my heart, but thanks to this, I understand that the world of gods is really boring."

"Obviously there are so many colors, but there is only one white."

"Are all gods so empty?"

"Do you still feel that you have meaning in your existence?"

Wuzhi raised his hand slightly, listening to the other party's continuous ridicule, curled the corners of his mouth without any warmth, listening to the sound of prayers pouring into his ears, his eyes were soft.

"so what."

"If you are shaken by doubts, how can you save more people?"

The white light in her hand became more and more intense, with a different temperature from before, and it was because of being questioned like this that she became more determined in her existence.

"I have heard your wish."

As soon as the words fell, the light in Wuzhi's hand exploded.

Gojo Satoru frowned, feeling that the spell power at this moment was constantly being weakened, and the magic formula that kept running all the time also began to weaken. It really was the God Realm that perfectly restrained the spell power.

This kind of incantation equipment is simply a natural restraint for incantation spirits and incantation masters.

Before it is completely weakened, it can still be released.

He snapped his fingers and used the most powerful technique.

The light illuminates the color of the pupils into a perfect white, as if losing the color and blending into one.

That being the case.

——Then let’s make it happen.

I will give you my faith in this life.

"Fall together, god."

***

Can it all end...

It doesn't seem to be very important anymore.

***

Both lose.

But it is the most balanced result.

When the light dissipated, Fu Heisher and Xia Youjie, who were left outside the barrier, immediately stopped fighting and looked overhead together.

It is Wujo Satoru.

He is holding someone.

Standing above the sky was a young man with a snow-like icy aura. His fair complexion was intertwined with black hair, and he hugged the girl in his arms tightly. His downcast eyes could not see any emotions clearly.

The hands that could be seen with the naked eye were trembling slightly.

"Enlightenment!"

Xia Youjie's pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted uncontrollably.

Hearing the movement, Gojo Satoru raised his head, only then did he see clearly that those blue eyes had turned into endless snow-white, and he seemed to understand something as he was persistent and refused to let go.

This is his wish.

The ultimate love and madness are fleeting, and if it lasts for a long time, it is death.

As a god, Wuzhi chose to listen to his wish, and the symptoms were relieved.

Fuheshier, who was also suspended in the sky, looked stagnant, his sharp lines became more and more sharp, and the twilight deeply hid his eyes.

impossible.

It's really not possible.

Fu Heisher felt a call, he took a deep look at Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, and left here without looking back with his weapon in hand.

Gao Zhuan was held hostage by a curse spirit, which sounds ridiculous.

But it is not unreasonable, the law of heaven recurs.

What you have done will be rewarded one day.

This is true of the magic spirit, and the same is true of the conjurer.

This is true of everything.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie were not there, and the students of the high school had a hard time facing the four major curse spirits. In addition, the enchantment given by Wuzhi was almost controlled by the curse spirits.

The real person sat on the roof of the college, propping his jaw and shaking his feet in boredom.

"When will you come back..."

"It's not allowed to kill people, how long will you have to stay after grabbing your finger?"

Hua Yu stood beside the real person and looked from a distance, it was pitch black outside the barrier, and the whole college was filled with the breath of undead and gunpowder smoke, some of the suppressed conjurers escaped, and some still stuck to the college.

It bows its head.

Collapsed buildings, destroyed vegetation and roads.

And rising black smoke.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the grievances between curse spirits and humans can be traced back thousands of years.

The future described by Leohu and Zhenzhen is just another cycle.

To start a war is not to stop at war.

What kind of change can endless war bring about?

"Don't overthink it."

Hua Yu looked at him silently.

The corners of the real person's lips are slightly raised, and the gray-blue eyes are rolling with thick fog and looking into the distance, revealing the sense of confusion when recalling: "Above that gorgeous wilderness is freedom and a world called curse spirits."

"As curse spirits, we have no problem fighting for our own position."

Hua Yu was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "So human beings are too."

"what……"

"Hahahaha-!!"

The clear and free voice laughed unrestrainedly on the top of the building. The real person wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, patted Hana Yu's shoulder and smiled, "You have become very similar to Kiriori."

"Ah." Hua Yu uttered a monosyllabic word.

Zhenren spread her hands: "Because she thinks the same way. Any war comes from positions and desires. As a god, you can understand this best."

Hua Yu nodded: "So she won't make the world described by Lou Hu come true."

"That is to say, she collected Su Nuo's fingers, not at all for the liberation of the curse spirit in Leuhu's mouth." The young and naive gray-blue curse spirit tilted her head and played with her fingers.

"So why do we follow her?" The real person closed his eyes against the wind, muttered in his mouth, and asked himself quite skillfully, "Probably because everything will surrender to desire?"

"Have you been surrendered, Maestro?"

Hana's tone didn't fluctuate at all.

"Who knows, we just need to follow our inner wishes, that's freedom."

If you are attached to anything, you will be shackles against it.

He turned his head and said with a smile: "When Louhu heard that, she was going to get angry again."

Chaotic neutral.

This is the god.

It's not that great, even with the divine power to perfectly suppress the curse spirit, it's just being held on the altar by humans, but not recognized by the magician.

No one remembers it, and it disappears.

The biggest winner is the humanoid.

Lived by the gods and sheltered by magicians.

"Here it is."

The real person squinted his eyes, and the sutures on his face pulled out a trace of an inexplicable smile, and looked at her with greedy eyes.

A bright color that appears in the dark enchantment.

Originally in Gojo Satoru's arms, he closed his eyes and Wuzhi appeared in the high school.

She looked around the school where she had left enough, and frowned slightly, who let them make the school like this?

"It looks like I'm going to be scolded, I'd better call Leuhu back." The real person stuck out his tongue, ready to go to Tianyuan's lower palace to pull out the blamed companion.

"stop."

The cold voice is so touching and pleasant no matter what.

Like the crisp tinkling of bells, it wipes away the intense smoke and heat of the battlefield.

Unsurprisingly, the real person was caught, and the real person who had a strong desire to survive immediately changed his body shape and turned into that ignorant and childish appearance, smiling at Yuri.

"Master Kiriori!"

wrong.

The little real person paused, carefully feeling the current situation with Wuzhi.

A different breath.

Have a stronger magnetism than usual.

Fatal allure as gorgeous and thick as poppies.

He showed an unexpected look of surprise, unknown sparks danced in the gray-blue eye sockets, and he even approached eagerly: "What happened?"

The breath is like a torrent of floodgates, pouring out and surrounding everything.

Yuwuzhi put his palm against the little real person's face, and slowly moved him away.

"Where did Leuhu and Limei go?"

Suddenly, there was a hot and humid touch in the palm, Yuwuzhi quickly let go of the little real person, and pinched him on the back of the neck with a little anger.

The ignorant and ignorant face was stained with a little drunk malice, both satisfied and addicted.

Kind of bad.

Don't get out of control, these curse spirits.

Yuwuzhi didn't think about the influence of the divine body on these curse spirits. After all, there was nothing wrong with Leuhu when he first treated them, but they can't be generalized.

"They are in the Xingxing Palace." Hua Yudai replied.

The most stable voice on weekdays trembled a little, and it seemed that it was greatly affected.

Could it be related to the belief she acquired?

Just now, the moment she closed her eyes.

The power on his body has risen to an incredible peak, which is the memory of the strongest magician.

Compared with falling to the same end, Yuri, who still has reason, will not be as crazy as Gojo Satoru, but he also threw everything in a desperate manner.

At the cost of sacrificing one's life, Wujo Wu's wish was fulfilled.

To achieve what he expected, wonderful,

——The dramatic "end".