The head pillar also wants to be removed today

With a sound of "呲啦", the rabbit's curse skeleton was torn in half by the evil spirit without hesitation.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!"

Only then did he realize what stupid thing he had done, Tanjiro looked helplessly at the shattered puppet, and subconsciously looked at the white-haired conjurer standing aside.

"I will find a way to pay for it!" Tanjiro bowed fiercely to the night moth.

Although now he...

Well, penniless.

Noctua Moth hadn't spoken yet, silently mourning for his "tragic ghost hand" cursed skeleton, Gojo Satoru who was standing beside him finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He leaned against the pillar without any image, and couldn't help but want to pat Noctua Moth on the shoulder.

"Well, let me tell you that you will fall in love with this child."

Such a sincere and pure soul, let alone a curse spirit, is extremely rare even among human beings.

Gojo Satoru gave Tanjiro a thumbs up with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

He has long wanted to do those curses on the moths like this!

Night Moth Zhengdao ignored him.

The burly middle-aged man took off his sunglasses in silence, and the young man in the middle of the hall was standing there with a worried expression on his face.

The aura that spread from the evil spirit just now, like a ferocious beast, almost made people's teeth chatter and soul trembled, faded away like a tide, without a trace, as if just now was just their illusion.

Without the shade of sunglasses, the image of the evil spirit is more clearly reflected into the depths of the retina.

Tanjiro was still standing there uneasily after destroying the cursed skeleton for himself, his rose-red ghost pupils were staring at the ground tightly, not daring to look around.

The markings on his face are even darker under the shadows. From a distance, it looks like a vicious and treacherous curse, firmly clinging to the pure and flawless soul, baring its teeth and claws.

——If those inhuman features are ignored, the child is no different from a normal person.

——a mantra more like a human than a human.

Night Moth wiped away the dust that did not exist on the sunglasses.

After a long time, he sighed, and when he put the sunglasses back on, there was a crisp sound of collision between the lens and the frame.

"I allow you to study in a high school."

"Great--!"

The originally heavy atmosphere was completely destroyed in an instant, Gojo Satoru didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the way the two of them looked at him at this moment.

He gave Tanjiro a thumbs up without hesitation, "I said you will definitely pass."

"Um……"

Receiving such unabashed praise, Tanjiro rarely felt a little hot on his face.

He scratched his head embarrassingly, his rose red pupils seemed to be soaked in honey, reflecting the soft light of the candle flame.

"Mr. Wujo, thank you very much."

"And Principal Night Moth too, thank you very much for accepting me."

Tanjiro narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In such a strange era, it is possible to meet such wonderful people and get their help.

That alone was enough to make him grateful.

Noctua Zhengdao was taken aback for a moment, obviously he did not expect that he would receive the gratitude from the curse spirit.

"Go, go, go."

The white-haired conjurer seemed to be okay, and was about to go out with Tanjirou in his arms.

"There's no fun here."

"Hey, wait..."

Tanjiro couldn't react in time, and was hooked by the neck and taken away.

It's actually a pretty uncomfortable position—for both of you.

The adult white-haired conjurer is simply too tall, and it would almost pierce the ceiling in an ordinary house.He had long arms and long legs, and Tanjiro was much shorter than him, so Gojo Satoru had to hang his waist pitifully, trying his best to get on the boy's shoulders.

Tanjiro is definitely not feeling well either.Not to mention that even Gojo Gojo timidly tried to match his pace as much as possible, Tanjirou hardly ever walked past with his shoulders so intimately.Just the sweet smell of human beings constantly rushing into his nostrils is enough to be a torment for him.

However, even in such an uncomfortable and awkward posture, Gojo Satoru still didn't let go, almost walking out with people around him.

"Wu--you remember to tell him the precautions!"

The white-haired conjurer raised his hand and waved it in the air. As for whether he really listened to it, it is unknown.

****

"Then next, I will take you to your residence for a while."

"Eh?" Tanjiro turned his head with difficulty and asked, "Is it a dormitory?"

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru just pinched his chin, and deliberately dragged his nasal voice, deliberately making Tanjirou tickle with curiosity.

"Why do you feel that way?"

"I heard Mr. Hu Zhang say that college students live in dormitories."

Tanjiro tilted his head, and the adult's arm just passed the flower card pendant on his ear, rubbing against the root of his neck itching.

"Speaking of which, I haven't lived in a dormitory yet." Tanjiro blinked with embarrassment, "I'm still looking forward to it."

Although I have lived with my companions in the Wisteria House and in the Butterfly House when I was injured, it is still very different from the dormitory.

"That's right." Gojo nodded understandingly, "No wonder."

"But it's a pity, you are different from Yuren and the others, you don't live in a dormitory."

"Look, look." With such an awkward posture, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, trying to reason with the evil ghost.

"Although it has almost proved your harmlessness now, it still can't make people feel completely at ease, right?"

"If you live alone in the dormitory, surrounded by classmates who are helpless, if you hurt them when you lose control, it will be bad."

"Ah... that's right." The excitement in his heart was suddenly extinguished, Tanjirou was stunned, and then nodded in understanding.

He also knows his own situation.I can't guarantee whether I can control the instinct of ghosts when I am awake, let alone after falling asleep?

What if the ghost's instinct gets the upper hand in the dream and does something irreversible...

Even if he is dead, he cannot escape the blame.

"Then I should..." Where do I live?

"So—" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands next to his ear suddenly, "In order to solve this problem, I thought of a good way!"

"From now on, live with me!"

"Eh?!"

Tanjirou was dumbfounded, and Tanjirou's mind went blank.

"The conditions in the teacher's place are much better than those in the student dormitory!"

Although the conditions in the student dormitories are by no means bad.

"And with me watching at all times, it can prevent you from losing control - teacher, I am the strongest magician."

"Or—" Gojo Satoru purposely got very close to Tanjirou, as if their noses would touch each other in the next second.

"Teacher smells bad, you don't want to live with me?"

"How, how is that possible!" Tanjiro blushed.The man's warm breath spread on his cheeks, and the sweet smell went straight to his brain along his nose, making his mind wander for a while.

"Teacher Wujo's smell—!"

Suddenly realizing that he had said something stupid, Tanjiro quickly covered his mouth, his magnificent ghost pupils looked around but did not dare to look at Gojo Satoru.

Although I don't know why the white-haired magician has a strong sweet and greasy fragrance, just like the sweet and delicious pastries he once asked in the shop.But such a smell can never be called bad smell.

Tanjiro is not a person who likes sweets very much, and most of the cakes that the family bought occasionally in the past were distributed to his younger siblings.But for some reason, when he smelled the smell of the white-haired man, he couldn't control the salivation in his mouth, and his appetite scratched his soul lightly, wanting to devour the flesh and blood of the conjurer.

"Teacher Wujo, you're a little too close."

Tanjiro held his nose and said sullenly.

He couldn't help but think, in the past, Teacher Wutiao's physique should be called a thin-blooded existence, right?

Finally satisfying some kind of evil taste, a certain unscrupulous teacher who succeeded in pranking the prank turned his face away from Shan Ruliu, but still tightly surrounded Tanjirou with his long arms and legs.

"It just happened to be able to see Hui and them from this section of the road."

"How about it, do you want to meet your future companion first?"

Future companion...?

Tanjiro was just about to speak when something stabbed his brain.

He subconsciously looked up to the sky. Today is indeed a good day. Although the thick clouds on the way they came blocked the sunlight, but now the clouds have dispersed, and the sunlight penetrates the thin clouds and falls on the ground sparsely.

Tanjiro's expression changed.He quickly pushed away Wutiao Wu's arms around his shoulders, and hid directly in the shadow cast by the tall trees on the side of the road without saying a word.

He carefully avoided the faint sunlight occasionally cast through the dense leaves, and looked nervously at Gojo Satoru who was standing there with no expression on his face.

It's strange, even though the conjurer's vision is tightly blocked by the blindfold, he can still feel the other party's gaze so strong that it can't be ignored, and the eyes are burning on him.

"Sorry." Tanjiro pursed his lips and explained softly.

"I think, I should not be exposed to sunlight."

Ghosts, they can't and don't deserve to stand in the sun.

Gojo Satoru stood where he was and didn't speak.

The blue pupils of the blue eyes hidden behind the blindfold shrank slightly, and Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the decisive gesture of embracing the sun like a moth to a flame when he saw this child a few days ago.

The long and thick eyelashes gently rubbed against the eye mask, causing a fine itching.Gojo Satoru sighed silently, but spoke in the same tone as usual.

"In that case, Tanjiro wait for me here."

"Ah, don't run around."

And then disappeared in an instant.

"Wow!" Tanjiro sniffled, looking at the empty path in front of him in disbelief.

"It's amazing!" He couldn't help but marvel.

Obviously there was still Gojo Satoru's unique smell in the air, but he disappeared in an instant.

"This way."

Someone patted his shoulder suddenly, and Tanjiro shook suddenly, almost confiscating his sharp nails, and punched him.

——Although, it is impossible for him to hit the target.

Gojo Satoru didn't have the slightest sense of shocking people.

He stretched out his hand, and his silver-white hair shone brightly under the sparse sunlight.

Tanjiro bowed his head.

It's an umbrella.

The color is pitch black, like an umbrella that can absorb all sunlight and firmly isolate people from the hot sun.

"In that case, you won't be afraid of the sun, right?"

Intimately showing Tanjiro how to open and close a modern umbrella, Gojo Satoru pointed to the front, signaling Tanjiro to move on.

Just keep going.

Under the protection of the umbrella, you will not be harmed.