Night Rabbit is the strongest

The monster that transformed into Jianghua held an umbrella and greeted Shenwei familiarly: "Long time no see, I miss your child very much."

Needless to say, the appearance of the woman in front of him made Gojo Satoru guess her relationship with Kamui.

The information about Shenwei's construction in his mind gradually deepened.

Kamui still had the same smile on his face as usual, even the tone of his speech remained unchanged.

"Why did you leave Wu'an with him at that time?"

Is Kamui angry?

The understated question and indifferent attitude make the question sound like a statement, so calm that no emotion can be heard.

In fact, he clenched his hands tightly, pinching the handle of the umbrella tightly, from the corner of his clothes to his hair, every body movement was suppressing his anger.

He has grown up and is so strong that he has already defeated Kamiko, and now he wants to see how his mother will respond to his question.

The hallucinations made of weird creatures are enough to be fake.

Jiang Hua smiled and said in a nostalgic tone: "I love him, this is most of the reasons, other than that."

"Shenwei, a long and meaningless life is also a punishment." He raised his hair: "The only regret is that Mommy couldn't last longer, watching you and Kagura grow up..."

No, this is not the answer Kamui wanted.

Before he could finish speaking, Shenwei swung his umbrella and cut off the head of the counterfeit with his own hands.

It is extremely clear that this is just a not-so-intelligent fake, and the curse spirit that lost its disguise turned into a dozen disgusting and crawling pieces of meat, but Shenwei's blood boiled instantly, the perception was contrary to the nature, and the body willfully produced The thrill of kinkilling.

Kamui's fragile but powerful self-control began to pull against his impulse, he sucked in the cold air to numb his nerves, and tried hard to suppress the mental shock given to him by the curse spirit.

"Love, what nonsense." Shenwei covered his eyes and looked up laughing: "Who the hell would believe such a vulgar statement."

Lifting his feet and popping out towards the depths of Chinatown, the curse spirits, who sensed danger along the way, stretched out their tentacles to stop them, and all of them were hacked to death.

Kamui was venting his resentment.

Gojo Satoru fell behind, watching Kamui in a certain manic state, and sure enough, after bringing him, the two monsters would kill each other.

Using the power of God again, he was extremely satisfied: "The two monsters that appeared in Chinatown one after the other, I hope you both die together."

As a conjurer who exorcises curse spirits, Wujo Satoru has no intention of going up to help.

After all, he is a human being with a low mental threshold, and he will also be affected by the spiritual suggestion of this curse spirit.

"Don't die, little monster, I still want to kill you from the bottom of my heart."

It didn't take long for Gojo Satoru to gloat, the ground under his feet collapsed suddenly, he was restricted by some kind of restraint for a moment, he could only exert a small amount of magic power to protect himself, and fell into the boundless darkness along the collapsed road.

"Tick."

The sound of water droplets dripping from the stone pillar was particularly obvious. Gojo Satoru didn't know where he fell. What's worse was that he had very little mana that could dance now, and he couldn't even use the most basic tricks in the infinite art. use.

It was as if the spell power he had cast had been nullified.

There was no light source and it was pitch black. Luckily, Six Eyes could see in the dark. Gojo Satoru looked around and found that this was an underground meat processing factory. In the entire space, there is only one door leading to a deeper place in front.

No Exit.

The abandoned machinery in the factory was covered with thick dust, and the huge meat grinder placed in the middle was as high as the ceiling, requiring ten people to hug it.

A dark red banner hung on the side wall: [Praise the great..., this will be an eternal return! 】.

The factory doesn't seem to be abandoned according to the plan, it's more like the people working here suddenly disappeared, there are still a lot of traces of meat on the slaughter table, and the whole space is full of indescribable old stench.

Staying here makes Gojo Satoru feel a little bit of fear, which has nothing to do with ability. This is the fear of ancient times imprinted in the depths of human beings.

"interesting."

Gojo Satoru thought of a certain cult legend: "Could it be true?"

Suppressing the shred of fear brought about by human genes, Gojo Satoru walked towards the only door.

Pushing open the creaking rusted iron door, countless dust gushes out, all of which are thrown beyond Gojo Satoru's passive defense, and strides in without seeing anything.

This is the manager's office, which is divided into ten office areas. After a quick scan, Gojo Satoru found that every desk was engraved with "praise", "greatness" or other incomprehensible words.

There is no exit from this house either.

Gojo Satoru understood that he had fallen into a space that was even weirder than a domain.

Walking to the only specially arranged desk, he found a place similar to a secret passage switch. Gojo Satoru was about to press it, and Kamui fell into this room in the same way, and it was the hole that was blocked after throwing people in. .

Shenwei fell to the ground from a high place, and stood up as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Conjurer, what a coincidence, you are here."

Gojo Satoru saw a lot of black and red blood splattered on Shenwei's white Tang suit, and even his face was stained with blood.

Shenwei wiped his face with his sleeve nonchalantly, and explained: "I just beat that Mr. Curse Spirit, who is so good at disguise, to death, and I stayed on the ground."

Not only did he stay on the ground, but in order to let Kamui sink in, all the buildings on both sides fell towards him at unnatural angles, and Kamui was caught off guard by the group attack and fell to the ground.

Gojo Satoru stretched his eyebrows: "Come here, break this table."

There was something wrong with this place, and Shenwei was clear about major issues, so he went up and kicked the desk without saying a word.

"Taka——" a mechanically linked voice sounded, and the wall on the right turned into a tall and exquisite gate, and the decoration on it showed some kind of mysterious civilization.

"I have a hunch that I might die if I go in." Gojo Satoru took off his blindfold and prepared himself for the unknown.

Inexplicably coming to this strange space, Shenwei also experienced a different kind of excitement, and licked the corner of his mouth: "But if we don't go in, we will definitely die."

The two people exude arrogance in their bones. In the face of danger, the more thrilling and exciting they become, the more active they become.

"Walk."

Sometimes, what a madman values ​​least is his own life.

Pushing open the door, the spectacular scene in front of you cannot be described in words.

A space as large as two or three football fields is filled with various human skeletons, some soaring to the ceiling, and some piled tightly on the four walls.

Looking around, all the hideously deformed skulls recorded the tragic death conditions that year.

There are three huge deep pits on the ground in the middle, one of which has been filled with bones, and the other two pits are still empty, it is not difficult to imagine that they are still waiting to be filled with bones.

The creepiest thing is that what can be seen here are not only normal human bones, but also some strange bones, like human bones degraded into "quadruped creatures".

Domestic animals will degenerate to varying degrees after being kept in captivity by humans for decades.

"A paradise for eccentrics?" Even the well-informed Shenwei couldn't help but feel terrified when he saw this, "An intelligent ruling species on any planet can twist its heart to create a disgusting existence."

Accompanied by the taunting voice of Shenwei, a swaying pitch-black figure emerged. As the lair of the mutant magic spirit, every life that died here was its continuous power.

Seeing the same kind of appearance, Wujo Wu's spirit began to become unstable, and the curse spirit took the opportunity to invade his consciousness by a large margin, trying to break Wujo Wu's psychological defense line.

"I know you're not that easy to kill."

Kamui interrupted the hint of the curse spirit with an umbrella, and the initial surprise was over. To Kamui, facing human bones is no different from other animals. Without the wave, Kamui is helping Wujo Satoru recover.

"Close your eyes, you can only die in my hands."

Kamui picked up Gojo Satoru's blindfold, told him to close his eyes, tightened the blindfold, and prevented Gojo Satoru from seeing the hell scene in front of him again.

"I'm much better." Wujo Wuchang breathed out: "So, I also hate humans."

"It makes me sick to think that I have to protect this group of human beings who create curses all the time."

Kamui sneered, pretending that Gojo Satoru was farting: "Mr. Conjurer, if we don't find a way to get out, we will be consumed to death here."

Gojo Satoru was unable to use his magic power due to special reasons, and the two of them were forced to endure continuous mental attacks in the enemy's lair, and they had to beware of the curse spirits lurking in the environment that wanted to attack at any time.

"There is a way. No matter how mutated the monster here is, it is still a curse spirit. Then its space principle is similar to that of a domain. It is very easy to break from the outside, so we can go out."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, and said lightly: "Unfortunately, I tried it. There is no signal here and the phone cannot make calls. This method will not work."

"No." Shenwei raised the corners of his mouth, "Mr. Conjurer, please call me my savior from now on."

Gojo Satoru:?

A light curtain appeared on Shenwei's left wrist: "One Piece, lock my position."

【Locking...】

A progress bar appeared on the light curtain, and after three seconds: [The lock is successful, the spaceship is 231.6 meters away from Lord Shenwei. 】

Kamui showed a hint of madness with a smile: "Come here."

[Ability remaining: 0.3%, supporting this displacement. 】

"Boom—"

The long strip-shaped giant mutation field was completely smashed. They were not underground at all, but were pulled into a small five-story building. Looking down, it was the construction team that died suddenly during the construction.

More than 30 corpses were lying on the road, and Shenwei and Gojo Satoru were staying on the second floor of the small building.

But what attracted Wujo Satoru's attention the most was the spaceship on the right side between the two buildings, which was definitely something that human beings couldn't make with existing technology.

"One Piece, what is this?"

Shenwei said: "Mr. Conjurer, everyone said that I am an alien. Well, it seems that you didn't believe me."

In the distance, sitting on a tall building.

Osamu Dazai, with his feet sticking out of the railing, was holding a binoculars in his hand.Turning the "tent" under the conjurer into nothing, he accurately captured Wujo Wu and Kamui in the five-story building where he once stayed.

"After feeding blood, will the nullification of magicians be weakened?"

"The person standing next to Gojo Satoru saved him."

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This chapter has a reference to the Cthulhu myth "The Rat in the Wall"