I rely on healing powers to save my life

"It's strange, why can you all recognize it." Curse Ling tilted his head away from the Rilun Saber in Ji Guoyuan's hand.

Ji Guoyuan stared coldly at the thing in front of him that looked very similar to Shiratori Xia, and didn't answer.

Manu Ling raised his eyes to look at Ji Guo Yuan Yi, and didn't mean to answer Ji Guo Yuan Yi's words, but instead asked: "Can you tell me how I am different from Shiratori Xia?"

"It's a pity that you don't have the slightest similarity." Ji Guoyuan stopped hesitating, and a flame appeared on the Rilun Saber, and it slashed straight at the head of the curse spirit.

The curse spirit didn't dodge in the slightest, the sun wheel knife cut off the curse spirit's head, and the head rolled to the ground.

But unlike Slaying the Ghost, there was not even a trace of blood flowing from the place where the curse spirit's neck and head joined, and a dark, mud-like substance emerged from it and flowed down the curse spirit's body to the ground.

Curse Spirit's head stopped on the ground, and he said with a doubtful tone: "How is it possible, I should already be perfect."

The black mud flowed to the ground, supporting the curse spirit's head.

Manu Ling raised his hand to pick up his head, put it back on his neck, and smiled at Ji Guoyuan, "By the way, I'm looking for Shiratori Xia, is Shiratori Xia at home?"

Except for Ghost Wu Tsuji, Ji Guoyuan had never seen anything that was beheaded and still alive, and things that violated common sense made people feel physically uncomfortable.

What's more, the other side used Shiratori Xia's face to do this just now, Ji Guoyuan frowned, his heart was full of disgust.

Is this what Shiratori was talking about in this world?

Manu Ling got Ji Guoyuan's answer, and lowered his head in a disappointed voice, "That's it."

Ji Guoyuan was wary of the curse spirit, and just when he thought that the curse spirit was about to leave, the curse spirit suddenly laughed.

Manu Ling faced Ji Guoyuan with a bright smile, "That's great."

As soon as the curse spirit finished speaking, the black mud on the ground rioted and gathered towards Ji Guoyuan.

The black mud clings to Ji Guoyuan's ankles and drags Ji Guoyuan down, as if trying to swallow him whole.

Shiratori Xia, who had just approached her home, suddenly sensed something was wrong.

There was a very powerful fluctuation of mana that enveloped the residential building where his home was located.

And that wave of spell power carried a familiar feeling to Shiratori Xia, it was the spell power from a super-level spell spirit.

A special magic spirit attacked his home?Ji Guoyuan is still at home.

Shiratori Xia panicked and looked back at Osamu Dazai who sent him back, "Dazai, you go back first, I have to hurry home."

"Did something happen?"

"There is a curse spirit coming here."

Osamu Dazai stopped when he heard this, "Be careful."

He can't help with the matter of the curse spirit, so it's better not to burden Shiratori Xia.

Shiratori Xia nodded, turned around and ran towards home.

Due to the influence of the spell, the elevator in the residential building was paralyzed, Shiratori Natsu climbed the stairs and ran up.

Shiratori Xia rushed out of the stairwell and came to the door of her house, just in time to see the scene where the black mud swallowed up Ji Guoyuan.

Ji Guoyuanyi's Japanese sword fell to the ground and made a thud.

"Yuanyi!"

Beside the black shadow, the cursing spirit with short white hair turned to look at him when he heard the voice, and smiled at him.

"Good morning, Shiratori Natsu."

The moment Shiratori Xia saw his face clearly, her eyes tightened.

The mantra in front of him is exactly the same, face, voice, body, just like the mantra version of him.

The curse spirit on the opposite side made a very distressed look, "We are already very similar, right, but I don't know why they can distinguish us, so I can't replace you."

"Replace me?" Shiratori Xia frowned.

"Just one Shiratori Xia, I think so." Curse Ling nodded his cheeks, "Anyway, you think so too, if you can, of course you want to exorcise me."

"But before that, I want to be the real you, so I came to find your past, those things related to you." The curse spirit waved his hand, and the black shadow on the ground closed and disappeared, "I will take these, if there is no In the past, there is no way to determine who is the real Shiratori Natsu."

"Only the stronger of the two of us can survive, so you have to work hard."

After the curse spirit's words fell, a bone-piercing chill hit Shiratori Xia.

Shiratori Xia bowed his head, and a black shadow appeared at his feet at some point.

The black shadow grabbed Shiratori Xia's ankle, and an untimely harsh laughter came from the black shadow.

Manu Ling waved to Shiratori Xia, "Then, goodbye."

"Hey!" Shiratori Xia wanted to catch up to catch the curse spirit, but the sticky black shadow kept going up, tightly imprisoning Shiratori Xia, making him unable to move.

Shiratori Xia frowned, dragging the black shadow on her body and throwing it down.

But there is no way to really get rid of these shadows in this way.

The black shadows continued to gather at Shiratori Xia's feet and then climbed up. The laughter coming from under the black shadows seemed to be mocking Shiratori Xia's powerlessness.

The black shadow climbed onto Shiratori Xia's face, and at the end of his line of sight, Shiratori Xia saw the figure of the curse spirit disappear.

The black shadow continued upward, blocking Shiratori Xia's sight, trying to wrap Shiratori Xia entirely.

Shiratori Xia was extremely anxious, but there was no way to break free from the shadow.

Strange organization, strange spell, these things entangled in Shiratori Xia's heart, causing the anxiety in Shiratori Xia's heart to rise to the peak.

Terrible things are happening on this plane.

Everyone related to him is in a very dangerous situation, and the world seems to be upside down, black and white, and chaotic.

As the mission said, this plane might really collapse.

What to do, what to do to stop these things from happening.

Shiratori Natsu closed her eyes tightly.

What else can he do.

"White bird!"

A voice came, and then the black shadow in front of him was torn apart.

Shiratori Xia fell into an embrace, with the wind and dust of the long journey and trembling that could not be seen.

Shiratori Xia raised her eyes, "You Tai?"

"Well, it's me." Yi Guyou let out a breath too carefully, as if afraid that a bigger movement would disturb the scene in front of him.

the other side.

Gojo Satoru arranged everything and came to the Xingxing Palace after making sure that the follow-up things were safe.

As if he had been waiting here for a long time, he also appeared when Gojo Satoru arrived.

"Have you already thought about it?" Yan Suo said with a smile.

"You didn't even give me a chance to choose." Wujo Satoru opened his arms, "What do you want to do? Seal me?"

"Although I really want to kill you, it's obviously impossible." Yansuo took out a cube from his pocket, and threw the cube out. The cube quickly expanded into a huge tissue, and one eye stared at the tissue. Gojo Satoru on the opposite side.

Wujo Satoru knows this thing, the prison gate.

Able to achieve absolute self-proclaimed surgery.

The prison gate entangled Wutiao Wu, instantly sealing the mantra in Wutiao Wu's body.

Gojo Satoru looked at Masao, "Is that all?"

"Of course I know that you have time to arrange things in the future, and I should have thought that I will use the prison gate, but it doesn't matter, everything will end soon." Yan Suo replied, "By the way, what I hate the most is Six-eyed conjurer, I killed your previous six-eyed master, but unfortunately I failed to kill you when you were young.

As Yan Suo said, he knocked his hand suddenly, "By the way, in order to reward you for cooperating with us like this, I have a surprise for you."

A mirror image appeared in front of them, and Shiratori Xia and the boy who looked exactly like him appeared on it.

In the picture, Shiratori Xia is entangled by the black shadow under her feet until she finally drowns her sight.

The black shadow devoured Shiratori Natsu, and even just looking at the screen, one could feel the disgusting aura contained in the black shadow.

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened, and he could no longer maintain a calm expression, "I warn you, it's best not to touch him!"

Lisuo raised the corners of his mouth unmoved, "Good night, Gojo Satoru, we will meet again in the new world."

Wujo Wu let out a roar, and he tried his best to break free from the prison gate, but the prison gate became more and more tight, until he swallowed him whole.

The prison gate merged into a small cube, fell to the ground, trembled a few times and returned to calm.

Lin Suo picked up the prison gate with satisfaction.

Now the biggest hidden danger is also eliminated.

The moment Gojo Satoru was imprisoned in the prison gate, the tent covering Tokyo disappeared, and all the curse spirits disappeared from the sight of ordinary people as if they disappeared out of thin air.

Night Moth Zhengdao turned his head to look in the direction of Xingxing Palace as if feeling something.

What Gojo Satoru said earlier appeared in his ears, "They want to use these people to persecute me. After that, I may be sealed by the prison gate, and I will trouble you to find the back door of the prison gate."

The back door of the prison gate.Night Moth is thinking about everything.

Xia Youjie noticed when the riots broke out in Tokyo.

Others didn't understand, but Xia Youjie, a user of spell manipulation, could see clearly that these spells were manipulated by spell power.

With the disappearance of the tent, the magic power also disappeared without a trace.

A breath of magic power appeared behind Xia Youjie, Xia Youjie turned his head with a smile, "Does this have anything to do with you, thief?"

Behind Xia Youjie, the curse spirit with the appearance of Shiratori Xia looked at him with a smile.

Yokohama beach.

Oda Sakunosuke pushed open the door, and suddenly saw a person standing in front of him.

"Shiratori?" Oda Sakunosuke asked suspiciously, "Why are you here..."

Before Oda Sakunosuke finished speaking, he suddenly rolled to the side. Where he was originally standing, the black mud swallowed up a piece of land.

Oda Sakunosuke frowned and looked at the person in front of him.

No, this is not Shiratori Natsu.

Port Mafia.

Nakahara Chuya had just come out of Mori Ogai's room and got off the elevator when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure around the corner.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked over, "White Bird?"

The boy who was exactly like Shiratori Natsu raised his head and smiled at him.

Just as Zhong Yuan was about to speak, he suddenly felt his ankle being pulled.

He looked down, hands outstretched in the shadows gripping his ankles.

Seeing him look over, a mouth appeared in the black shadow, grinning at him.

Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai sat leisurely on the table and didn't turn his head when he heard footsteps.

"Curse Spirit, you should be called by this name."

The footsteps behind him stopped, Osamu Dazai turned his head, his kite-colored eyes were full of coldness, "Do you want to replace him, really, it's ridiculous."

Sasaki kicked the door in front of him, the clown mask was wearing a smile that hadn't changed all year round.

Sasaki glanced at the people in the room who were on alert because of his arrival, and raised his hands leisurely.

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone, but I have something to ask, do you know where the book is?"