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The confusion of ignorance is the easiest way to nourish the fear in the heart, and all the vigilance and fear along the way exploded in Gojo Satoru's heart like fireworks after the fall.

He didn't know what would meet him when he hit the lowest point completely. Under the pull of gravity, he didn't even have time to adjust his posture before he bent over and fell. The speed was so fast that all Gojo Satoru could do was close his eyes .

When his body hit the ground heavily, Gojo Satoru didn't feel that something sharp pierced into his body, but the shock of shattering limbs and internal organs also made his brain go blank.

He lay on the ground gasping for breath in embarrassment, a strange smell rushed straight into his throat, choking him to cough continuously.

Intense, aromatic, pungent.The uncontrollable beating of the heart made the oxygen in the brain thin, and the cough choked Wujo Satoru even more.There was severe pain in his chest, and his dying cough forced water to overflow from his eyes.

He reflexively wanted to escape from the smell, and when he struggled to sit up, he found that he was still holding a soft hand tightly.

It's Natsuki Sakai.

Gojo Satoru's chaotic and sluggish head started to move again. He groped for the figure of the blond girl in the darkness where he couldn't see anything, but countless messy sensations across his palm - hard, tingling, and light.

He didn't care to tell what these things were, and called the girl's name anxiously: "Nazuki! Are you okay?"

Sakai Natsuki hummed weakly.Gojo Wu's stepping into the air was too hasty, and she was dragged off, and the feeling of hitting the ground almost made her vomit.The pain of broken hands and legs made her whole body numb, she gasped slightly, and moved her hands with difficulty to indicate to Gojo Wu that she was fine.

The feeling of something pressing under her body was particularly obvious. Just as Sakai Nazuki wanted to get up and ask what was going on, the darkness that engulfed everything in front of him was suddenly dispelled by the strong white light.

The eyes that had been adapted to the darkness for a long time were burst into tears by the sudden brightening world, Sakai Natsuki closed her eyes suddenly, and the cold liquid ran across her cheeks.

The rotting eye socket and skin on the left fainted with sharp pain because of this large-scale movement. When Sakai Natsuki opened her eyes again, her vision was boundless white.

Pieces of white roses seemed like a magnificent sea, almost submerging her, and the place where they smashed it down just now was suddenly sunken, and the crushed petals scattered all over the ground.

The aroma is so strong that it is suffocating.

In a dazed sight, the teenager beside her was sitting among the blooming roses, his long silver-white hair hanging down was covered by the flowers, and his body was almost transparent in white.The bewildering red at the end of his eyes covered the translucent and boundless blue, and the glistening water marks and abnormal blush on his face gave him a strange sense of beauty——

Broken, fragile, the last unscrupulous and decadent bloom before it is about to rot and wither.

Sakai Natsuki stared at Gojo Satoru's illusory figure like a bubble, holding her breath involuntarily.At this frozen moment, she had no energy left to think about the current situation. The unusual appearance of the white-haired boy caught her eyeballs deeply, and left an indelible mark on her heart like a red-hot iron plate.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what was going on in Sakai Natsuki's mind. He rubbed his eyes stimulated by the light, and tried to adjust his breathing disturbed by coughing. The heat on his face caused by the overloaded blood pumping gradually subsided.

When his vision returned to clarity, he hurriedly turned around to look for the figure of the blonde girl, and heaved a sigh of relief when her face was reflected in his pupils: "Fortunately, I'm fine."

If you look up at this angle, you can see the platform they just fell off on the right, about ten meters from the ground.Falling from that height was unscathed, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but feel a little unreal.Panic and fear receded from his heart after recovering his eyesight. He looked around at the white roses all around him, and stood up with a frown: "It's the first time I feel that roses can be so disgusting."

The feeling of being pulled from her sore arm brought Sakai Nazuki back from the shock. With the help of Gojo Satoru, she stood firm, and felt dizzy for a while.

The limbs were as heavy as cotton soaked in water, swollen and tight, almost unable to lift them up.Sakai Natsuki exhaled, a red streak suddenly appeared in the corner of her eyes.

She avoided Gojo Satoru's concerned gaze and turned to look at the object on the steps directly ahead, her pupils constricted: "What is that?"

At the end of the sea of ​​white roses is a short step, on which a huge ancient tree quietly takes root.However, there is no trace of "wood" texture on it. The thick trunk is blood red, and a fist-sized object hangs from the bare branches. The scarlet color is like a waxed poisonous apple.

The thick gnarled tree roots extended to the white steps, like blood dripping along it.

Gojo Satoru let go of Sakai Natsuki's astonished expression, and turned around to see the scene behind her.The weird big tree somehow gave him a sense of vitality. He stared at the full and flowing red on the trunk, and stepped on the half-person tall roses to approach it step by step.

"I'll go and see, Nazuki, you can stay here."

Dizzy Sakai Natsuki readily agreed.

After getting closer, Gojo Satoru realized that the tree was bigger than he saw from a distance, and the faint fluctuations in the air gradually became stronger as the distance between him and it shortened. When he walked up the steps, Gojo Satoru was caught by the invisible air. Plug your ears.

He couldn't hear any sound around him, only his eyesight allowed him to feel the strange tree in front of him up close.

The blood really ran down the tree trunk, pattered down the stairs, and meandered among the rose bushes.The thing hanging on the branch looked like a sarcoma, the skin was wrinkled and uneven, and it alternated between swelling and shrinking with a certain rhythm.

Gojo Satoru felt a little strange, the mirror leaning against the root of the tree clearly reflected his current appearance.

The tree that obviously exudes bloody and ominous smell should make people feel frightened, but he doesn't have such a negative feeling at all now, what he has is just a light trance.

He felt that his whole body was engulfed in sweet, dreamy clouds, and a steady stream of energy was penetrating into his cells from the ancient tree, washing his tense nerves, bringing him unparalleled serenity, letting him As if floating in the clouds.

Physical and even mental fatigue were gradually removed, and Gojo Satoru now felt like a baby back in his mother's womb.He and the behemoth in front of him were as close as a mother and child, the pulsating tumor and his heartbeat were strangely synchronized, and he obtained the nourishment of strength from its thick trunk.

The blissful drunkenness drove Gojo Satoru to reach out to touch the big tree made of blood, but before he could touch its mucous membrane-like slightly elastic skin, he was violently torn apart by the force behind him.

"Wu-chan!! What are you doing!!"

The girl's anxious tone pierced the vacuum of silence and reached Gojo Satoru's ears. He stared blankly at her weak appearance, and a few wisps of white smoke seemed to have passed through his eyes.He searched for the source of this illusory mist, and his eyes fixed on her blood-dripping hand that left his shoulder.

"I......"

He was powerlessly trying to explain something, but before he could say anything, Gojo Satoru saw groups of humanoid monsters behind Sakai Natsuki.

The dense sea of ​​flowers seemed to have been blown by something, and the flowers about ten meters away from the steps were swaying, and the white petals were splashed with blood.There were many red fragments scattered around it, Wujo Gojo observed it intently for a few seconds, and was horrified to find that those monsters were actually hatched from the blood that spread from the roots of the trees to the flowers.

They continuously created shapes with unknown facial features from the invisible blood flow, and then rushed towards him, and turned into rotten blood after being attacked.

Wujo realized later that the bloodstain closest to him was lying on the pure white steps, bubbling and bubbling.At this time, he suddenly realized that Sakai Natsuki had saved his life when he was immersed in illusion.

He suddenly came to his senses, and then he saw that his right hand returned to its original state unconsciously.

The monsters swarmed towards him with roars, and Gojo Satoru didn't have time to think about what happened to his hand. He quickly reloaded the gun that had run out of ammunition, and blocked the pale-faced Sakai Natsuki behind him.

These blood-red monsters are about two meters in size, and their height and number seem to be very oppressive, but in fact it seems to be easier to deal with them than imagined.

As long as the bullets touch their bodies, the condensed monsters will turn into liquid and scatter, never to rise again.Seeing this, Gojo Satoru immediately came up with the best way to deal with it. He completely gave up aiming and only pursued speed, and continuously pulled the trigger to shoot wildly at the charging monsters.

But even so, among the too large number of humanoid monsters, there are still many fish that slipped through the net hiding behind the sacrificial meat shields and are about to rush in front of them. Gojo Satoru was a little flustered about to switch weapons, when he saw the other hand coming from him. A bomb was thrown next to it.

The exploding gunpowder scattered the monsters in pieces, and the sticky blood mixed with gunpowder smoke permeated the entire space.An empty path was temporarily cleared ahead. In order not to affect Natsuki Sakai, Gojo Satoru left the bag behind and ran down the stairs alone.

"what are you doing?"

Sakai Natsuki was taken aback by his actions, she hurriedly grabbed the backpack containing the weapon, and her heavy legs knelt powerlessly on the ground the moment she squatted down.She gasped for fresh air, her dizzy head making everything within sight a double image.

Gojo Satoru, who was dealing with the monster, had no time to answer.The monster with unknown facial features opened its mouth wide and rushed towards him one after another. Countless hands grabbed his body, trying to tear him apart.He could feel the pain of being corroded from the skin, but Gojo Satoru still held his gun steadily and shot at the attracted monster.

The long roll of bullets was exhausted in the rapid attack, and the shell casings hit the ground and scattered all over the ground.When there was the last monster left on the field, Gojo Satoru suddenly found that he was out of bullets.

The empty magazine made the gun lose its deterrent effect. Gojo Wujo watched the burly monster getting closer and closer to him, and smashed it down with the butt of the gun heartily.

The hard gun barrel passed through the monster's body, and the flowing liquid reunited after being dispersed, without being affected by the attack.

Maybe there are still.The monster with distorted face magnified the volume of hissing in vain, stretched out his hands and choked his neck in a roar.The feeling of skin ulceration surged into Gojo Satoru's brain almost instantly, his face became hideous due to the pain and force, and the suffocation made him involuntarily use his hands to break free from the shackles that firmly gripped him.

The body gradually volleyed, and Gojo Satoru held the monster's arm tightly, almost dunking into its soft elastic surface with great force.The dim vision gradually dimmed like a mobile phone with an exhausted battery. At the last second when the light was completely lost, Gojo Satoru fell back to the ground under the force of gravity.

He coughed in embarrassment, and the severed arm he was holding turned into a thick liquid.Gojo Satoru clearly saw the monster he touched screaming sharply in his tearful eyes, and then the huge body gradually petrified from the smoking fracture, and then shattered into powder that was almost invisible to the naked eye .

The stench came over his face, Gojo Satoru looked at his blood-smeared hands in surprise, and ran back to the standing tree before the dust rushed to him.

The white roses all over the ground have been dyed red by endless blood, and the withered petals have been crushed out of juice on the ground.The smell of flowers, blood, and lingering smoke intertwined and mingled, and the blood-stained roses turned red even more coquettishly in the mess.

The blond girl who pulled him out of the emptiness fell to the ground, her head lowered, her messy hair completely covering her face.The huge ancient tree behind her was shining brightly, and the blood flowing on the surface of the trunk had stopped.

Gojo Satoru was still immersed in the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. He ignored the fleshy wound on his neck, smiled lightly and reached out to Sakai Natsuki, with a hoarse voice: "Tsuki-chan, why are you sitting on the ground? Are you dizzy?"

The girl who had been silent all this time put her hand on his.Gojo Satoru grabbed her arm slightly, trying to help her up, but the voice from his palm made him widen his eyes in horror.

The piece of skin on Sakai Natsuki's hand that was in contact with him was petrifying.

[Strength increase, current strength: 60]

[The main task has been updated - kill Nayue. 】

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