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The part of the soul that was bitten by the teeth quickly regenerated, and it was the spell that was automatically healing the mantra.

The dense darkness flooded the day's sight, everything in all directions was deep and boundless, and the air lingered around like a boiling thick fog, to the point where you couldn't see your fingers.

The familiar smell made Zhou slightly taken aback, and he clearly realized that the position of the soul happened to be in the abdomen where the magic power was digested.In other words, that guy who doesn't know who it is not only took his body, but also wanted to use his own "swallowing evil" technique to digest him!

Anger shot straight into Zhou's forehead, even if the source of this body was indeed not his, even if there was a certain amount of rejection after ten years, but the parts and components in it were made by him year by year, and it contained The curse power is also stored by him bit by bit, so why should it be snatched away by this guy for nothing?

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the black mist-like mantra around him suddenly stirred up, like a slowly growing vortex in water, and also like a tornado in the desert, mixing into filaments and rushing towards the soul in the center.

"Swallow evil"

Since the other party can use his body to devour his soul, he can also absorb all the magic power in his body and let that annoying thing get out by itself.

As soon as Zhou woke up just now, he felt that the soul and the body had been completely separated. Now he is no longer the strange body that Wutiao Wu said, but a real curse spirit, and he no longer needs to be attached to it all the time. Acting on the body is more free, as long as the soul is not dead, he can use his own spells forever.

"Are you awake?" A faint voice came from far away.

Zhou was startled, the voice just now was clearly his own.

There should have been no light around, but he could clearly see a figure in the darkness. The figure came from behind the fog transformed by the mantra, and the outline gradually became clear.

The same long hair, the same appearance, and the same body shape as him, the only difference is that there is an extra suture line on the forehead.The other party showed a frivolous smile that Zhou never had, and stood opposite him like a mirror.

"Who are you?" Day narrowed his eyes, "Why are you in my body?"

"Oh, why is everyone asking this question? Isn't there a more interesting opening line?" The man smiled, put the palm of his left hand up on his waist, and touched the middle finger of his right hand with his thumb, as if pinching something, " My name is Lisuo, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva saves and guides sentient beings with the compassionate Lisuo.”

Daytime stared at him relentlessly, not caring about Bodhisattva or Bodhisattva, and disappeared in the same place in the next second, his fists and feet flew over and directly hit the opponent's head-in vain!

The place where his legs kicked suddenly dispersed in front of his eyes like a fog, and the figure against his face was like ink dripping into the water, diluting and disappearing instantly.

"It's useless, I'm outside the body, and you are inside the body, so the attack is useless." Turning around in the daytime, Yan Suo appeared behind him again, with a disgusting smile on his lips, "But to be honest, you wake up early I really didn't expect it, it will bring me a lot of trouble..."

"Swallow evil"!

Tian didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense at all, he quickly stirred up the surrounding mist, and quickly sucked it into his body, and the thick mist composed of mantra became shallow again.

Ron Suo smiled, "I said it's useless—"

"Spirit"!

The strong wave of mana power directly turned into a beam, which was squeezed into a hard crossbow by the day. The arrow rushed out, broke through the phantom of the rope, and shot into the distance.

The figure of the other party staring at the suture just condensed and then suddenly faded away. He frowned and said, "Sure enough, you are a trouble. At the beginning, I should have digested you in advance before acting."

Hiroshi sneered, his goal was not Lisuo, but his own body, since Lisuo said that he could not harm the other party by destroying the illusion in the body, then he would destroy this body.

"Get out!" Baring his canine teeth like a wild beast, he roared at the fading illusion, ""Spirit"! "

The self-destructive attack turned into several sharp arrows, gathered into a sharp arc, and only a puff sound was heard, the cool blood stained the side of Zhou's face, and a ray of red light broke out in the dark distance.

Zhou wiped away the blood on his face, glanced around viciously, and the shadow really disappeared.

But slowly, the place broken by him in the distance began to heal itself again, and the surroundings returned to darkness again.

Hiro guessed right, the only thing that guy is afraid of is his own body. This shows that it is profitable for Rensuo to seize the body, as long as he breaks through the body and destroys it to the extent that even the "reversal technique" can't save it. Can completely force the opponent out.

In an instant, a heavy compressive force swept towards the day, which was the process of shrinking the curse spirit ball into a small ball when swallowing evil.The young man gritted his teeth, and the dark tide at his fingertips was ready to go.

"Give up." There was a contemptuous laugh from Reso in the haze, "You can't escape this body even if you become a curse spirit. This is the 'curse' of the Sugawara family on you. If you stay in it well, maybe you will die again I can make room for you in a few days, but if you insist on destroying this body—”

His sarcasm suddenly became low and deep, turning into mist and approaching Day's ear, whispering quietly.

Day resisted the force that squeezed thousands and hundreds of times towards the soul until the mist faded away, and ignored the other party's threat.

He raised his head expressionlessly and looked up, the mantra in his hand exploded and went straight to the heart.

--kill him.

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Gojo Satoru suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't know how long he had been in the ruins. There was no concept of time here, so he couldn't estimate it, but according to his current physical state, it shouldn't be long.

The field is fading.

The concept of time was restored, voices appeared in the chaos, Gojo Satoru could now clearly hear the beating of the heart and the sound of blood flowing through the blood vessels.He stood up, stepped on the ground, and gradually determined the scope of the space.

what happened?The white-haired man raised his eyebrows slightly, is the magical girl with supernatural abilities coming?Or is the guy's spell power exhausted?

In the field, both the caster and the castee will be included, but the day's "Return to the Ruins and No Man's Land" is different. There is no concept of objects here, let alone other people in the space.Just like in a fight, there must be someone to punch, otherwise the trick will just fall in the air, so Gojo Satoru can't compete with it through domain development.

But it is different now, the concept of the world is restored, and countless information is collected and sent to his mind through the "six eyes", and he sees the figure of the other party in the gradually hazy darkness.

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Lie on the ground on his back, since the heart was pierced just now, the soul has returned to the place where it should have been, his chest twitched, the pain made him grin his teeth, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. Fortunately, there is no scar now, and he should have completely driven out the thing called the rope.

But Zhou soon realized that something was wrong, his heart gradually became cold, and the self-healing technique failed.

He was able to use it flexibly in his body before because his state at that time was a curse spirit composed of negative emotions. As long as the surrounding spell power was strong enough, it would automatically recover.

But now he has changed from a complete curse spirit to a flesh-and-body half-curse spirit. If he wants to heal the wound in his heart, he must use the "reversal technique".

Unfortunately, he won't.

Moreover, the Sugawara family has indeed 'cursed' him in the Demon God Festival year after year. They hope that the Sugawara family will have a long-lived patriarch who will carry forward the decayed lintel again and let Sugawara stand on top of the Yusan family. Return to the prosperity of the cursed family.

Year after year of sacrificial offerings had bound Zhou's soul and body tightly together, even if he suffered from the pain of rejection, it was difficult to escape.

The curse spirit boy stared up at the red bricks on the ceiling. He didn't know where he was now, but he was not afraid in his heart. After getting the memories of his youth, he knew that he had lived long enough, and now he could freely It's better to die than to be controlled by the Sugawara family...

Now he regrets that he didn't eat all the delicacies in Tokyo, didn't say goodbye to the panda Maki and the others, didn't go back to the temple on the beach in Yokohama for another look, and didn't pinch Pujiu's little tail.

And... Gojo Satoru, he seems to have been causing trouble for him all the time, according to the etiquette he learned as a child, he should say sorry.

Zhou thought that he should have hallucinations about that guy, or maybe he was dying, just like the little match girl who lit the last match and saw the missing grandma, the blood he shed should have the same purpose Otherwise, how could Wujo Wu's shadow appear in front of him.

"day."

Hallucinations and voices.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, the scar on the young man's forehead had disappeared, the other party was staring at him blankly, his face was pale, even the color of his lips was gone.

He just raised his hand to touch his head, but Zhou turned his head and avoided it.

"Day?" As soon as Gojo Satoru uttered his doubts, he saw the corners of the frail young man's eyes suddenly turn red, looking at him with dark eyes like a puppy, sniffling pitifully.

Zhou cried and chirped: "Don't touch me, or the illusion will disappear."

He has watched a lot of TV series, anime and movies, and they are all like this, as long as the protagonist reaches out to touch or someone in fantasy touches the protagonist, this thing is more fragile than bubbles, and it will disappear with a snap.

Although he was destined to die young, at least Wujo Satoru's hallucinations accompanied him before his death, so he would not be alone.

"What hallucination?" Gojo Satoru was taken aback.

Hiro sniffled again, "Gojo Satoru, come closer and show me your eyes." This was his long-cherished wish from the temple to Tokyo for a few months, even if he didn't get to see it before he died, it would be good.

What is this guy doing?Wujo Wu saw that Zhou's complexion was getting worse and worse, and there was no sign of injury on the outside, and he raised his hand to pick him up to find Nitzi, but the boy suddenly became anxious.

"Don't touch me!" Zhou coughed twice and stared weakly at the man, "Why are my hallucinations so disobedient, you will shatter if you touch them, you know, just like the bubble that Hai's daughter turned into in the end. Like a bubble."

"...It will break when you touch it? I'm a bubble?" Wujo Wu saw that he was in a state of dying, and frowned, "I don't care what you think of me, anyway, I'm going to take you to see Nitro. "

When he frowned, his snow-white eyelashes fluttered in the air, and his blue eyes instantly attracted Hiro.

Gojo Satoru just touched the boy's waist with his fingertips, and wanted to hug him by the waist, when Hiroshi suddenly coughed violently, the blood was carried out of his throat by the air flow, and he coughed out continuously, quickly staining the boy's chest red.

Gojo Satoru pursed the corners of his lips suddenly, he pinched the young man's wrist with his fingertips, but there was no pulse, and then his palm was lightly placed on Hiroshi's chest, and there was no heartbeat.

It's not that he's dying, his body is really dead.

Gojo Satoru asked, "Are you going to become a curse spirit?"

Zhou didn't answer, he stared blankly at the man, the sense of touch just now didn't seem to be fake, but now he was a little speechless, his eyes turned black, as if all the vitality was taken away by the blood just now It's the same, my head is dizzy, sleepy and cold.

"Hi?" Gojo Satoru put his palm against the boy's cold cheek, "What's wrong with you?"

The man had an intuition that something had gone wrong. He looked around, and since the domain disappeared, the smell of the curse disappeared immediately, and the external "tent" was not removed. There were only the two of them in the entire red brick warehouse.

He stared at the young man's gradually lax pupils, a chill spread from his heart, the man's voice was hoarse, "Day?"

Gojo Satoru tasted a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue, and traces of black magic power were spreading from Hiro's body, gradually disappearing into the air.

He is very familiar with this scene when the curse is being exorcised, and all negative forces are being dissipated.

"...Gojo Satoru?" The pale corners of his lips pulled out an arc with great effort, "So it's really you."

He was answered by dead silence.

"Are you going to die?" The palm lightly rested on Zhou's forehead, only feeling a chill.

"I'm dying."

The boy's voice was extremely low, and he had to get close to know what he said.

"After I die, my body must be destroyed... Suo, that thing's spell will be lost." Zhou's chest trembled, and a large stream of blood came out of his throat and fell on his pale skin On the ground, it seemed even more shocking, "...and ah, ahem."

"What else?" Gojo Wu wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips with his fingertips, so calm that no one could see his emotions, "Huh?"

"Can I sleep on your lap?" Hiroshi smiled with difficulty, "It's like... just like in the TV series, the protagonist is sleeping on the lap of the girl he likes."

"You think I'm a girl?"

"No..." Zhou could feel that the magic power in his body was draining rapidly, and soon even himself would drain away.

He closed his eyes gently and fell into a warm embrace.

"It's... the one you like."

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[1] 99 Youji Yuanhua

All the way to kill the brain flower, drop the summer oil, and rebirth in the daytime all the way, the situation has improved, and there is really no knife.

See you the day after tomorrow!