A guide to self-rescue for animals in hell

"Pfft..." Ghost Lantern looked away, and Gojo Gojo subconsciously frowned at the unexpected relaxation on his face, "I thought..."

This kind of relaxation does not carry any sarcasm, on the contrary, it is like facing a powerful enemy who needs to spend some effort to deal with it, but finds that the other party is just a guy who is strong on the outside and capable on the outside.

not at all...

It's a look of relaxing from a vigilant posture.

Gojo Satoru, who had analyzed such a result, was still a little puzzled. He didn't understand why the ghost lamp had such a reaction.

But he seemed to have noticed something subconsciously, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't catch the fleeting thought.

"Then let's stop here for today. It won't take long to direct the arrest of the dead. You can go back to Haruko's house and wait for her."

Ghost Lantern put the last volume of documents into the trolley, and seemed to murmur in a low voice, "Really, I didn't expect that I didn't even realize it."

"What about your attitude?" Wujo Wu asked aloud.

I saw Ghost Lantern stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to look at him. I don't know if it was Gojo Satoru's illusion, but from Ghost Lantern's face that hadn't had any fluctuations since we met : "It doesn't matter, we will have a chance to meet again."

After saying this, Ghost Lamp pushed the small cart full of paperwork and left, only Xia Youjie who had been silently serving as a qualified background board and Gojo Satoru who still didn't quite understand what he meant stood in place .

"I said, let's go back first, lest Qingzi can't find us when she comes back." Xia Youjie looked at his best friend who was standing there with a thoughtful expression, and couldn't help suggesting.

Because it was Gojo Satoru's first visit to hell and he didn't know the way yet, Xia Youjie walked in front and led him slowly towards Qingzi's house.

Apart from the execution ground, there is almost nothing in Hell that can be called a pleasant place. Gojo Satoru was most impressed by the gloomy and gloomy beauty along the way, and...

"Sure enough, it's very different from the present world." He had put on his sunglasses a long time ago, but at this moment, the sunglasses played a good role in covering up, covering up most of the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

Such a completely different scenery, at first glance, will not make people feel that they are in the same world.

Father, like son.As a bystander who watched most of the process between these two people, Xia Youjie felt a little bit about the ghost lamp's words.

"I said, Wu." Xia Youjie still decided to say something, "Do you know why that Master Ghost Lamp said that in the end?"

"I was expressing to him as the guardian that I would take good care of Haruko in this life. But what he said behind it was that there was something I didn't realize at all. So I completely lost interest in continuing the conversation with me. Gojo Gojo can guess the general reason, because the ghost lamp is already quite obvious.

"Yeah, so it's something I didn't realize." Xia Youjie's tone was eerie and elongated, and it couldn't be said narrow.

"To Haruko..." Gojo Satoru pronounced ko in a very low voice. He always felt that there was an answer in his heart, and the last layer of protection was only needed to tear away everything. As long as he could tear it apart, he should be able to gain something. The answer Ghost Lamp wanted.

"In this world, facing anyone other than Qingzi, does Wu have the idea of ​​taking care of her for decades?" Xia Youjie pointed out this point bluntly.

He has been with Haruko for so long, and he already knows exactly how Gojo Satoru will react.

He didn't think Gojo Satoru didn't realize his specialness, but he did, but he stopped in front of the door that could open the way.

As long as you don't point it out, you can never take that step and keep the room forever.

As long as you don't point it out, you can stand in front of the door with the calmest attitude and carefully evaluate everything about yourself.

"No, but Haruko is special after all." Under the knowing eyes of his best friend, Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped his words.

Decades may not be long for the spirits of hell.But for human beings like them living in this world, it can already be summed up as a lifetime infinitely close.

At what point does one have the thought of caring for another for life?

The relationship between him and Haruko is neither family nor friendship, so there is only one answer left.

Gojo Satoru thought of this, but he didn't feel any surprise.

It's like doing a math problem that has been done countless times. The moment I get the test paper, I know how to write it. The next thing to do is to do every step carefully and put the whole The solution process is perfect.

like……

This kind of emotion can be said to be completely unfamiliar to Gojo Satoru. Most of the circle around him are conjurers. With such a special occupation in front of him, there are only a handful of people who really have a family.

No one knows if someone familiar will die next time they go on a mission.

Even if Gojo Satoru is already the strongest and able to deal with any kind of curse spirit with ease, he still has to face these.

Too deep emotional fetters will only bring pain in vain when they have to be separated or cut off.

But when Gojo Satoru dealt with these fetters by himself, he didn't deliberately back away.

Instead, with a picky and demanding attitude, we slowly screen out the people around us who can be close and who need to stay away.

After Xia Youjie finished that sentence, he didn't say anything more.

In the final analysis, this is Wujou's own business, he can only play a deliberate role in pointing it out, and he shouldn't be in charge of any more.

At this moment, they had reached Qingzi's house. After Xia Youjie took the key and opened the door, Wujo Wujo, who was walking behind him, walked towards the wooden rocking chair in the front yard quite clearly.

He was already tall, but he didn't look awkward when he slumped on the rocking chair. His eyes were fixed on the orange sky.

Until there was also a clicking sound at the door.

Is Haruko back?Gojo Satoru only thought about this, but he didn't look away. When the critical moment came, he felt a little unsure how to face Haruko.

"Good evening, is work going well?" Xia Youjie saw Gojo Satoru who was still slumped on the rocking chair, and greeted Qingzi by himself.

Haruko closed the door with her backhand, and was confused by the situation of two people, one slumped on a chair and the other standing far away: "Um...Did Lord Ghost Lantern tell you everything about my life experience?"

Seeing Xia Youjie nod her head slightly, Qingzi sighed softly, but her tone was still brisk: "I thought it would be fine for me to tell you all by myself, but I still have to thank Mr. Ghost Lantern."

Ghost Lantern called the two of them over, the key point of which can be understood immediately after a little thought, and Haruko is naturally very grateful.

After sighing, she saw that Xia Youjie was fine and still looked like an old god, so she immediately turned her attention to Gojo Satoru, silently pointed to the rocking chair with her right hand, and asked Xia Youjie with her eyes. What's going on here.

Xia Youjie got stuck for a very rare moment, and then explained slowly: "He just came back not long ago, and he is trying to digest what he has seen and heard during the past half day."

He knew that Haruko had always been a little concerned about her life experience, and when she was about to say something to comfort her, she saw Gojo Satoru over there sitting up in shock from a dying illness, and just stood up from the rocking chair.

Xia Youjie?

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses that were a little crooked due to the excessive movement just now, and he knew that Haruko was watching him.So he looked over there, and met her gaze.

She is very concerned about her opinion of her life experience, no matter how the road ahead will go, Gojo Satoru thinks that he must give Haruko a definite response.

"Since Mr. Ghost Lantern has already explained it, let me make some supplementary explanations."

Before Gojo Satoru started to move, Haruko lowered her head, cast her eyes on the ground and stared at her own shadow, as if she was thinking of words.

Santu Kawakami's balance of positive and negative emotions towards life and death has been maintained for tens of thousands of years. As far as the current world balance is in decline, if you only use your own power to disturb the balance, you need to risk the creation. "Spirit" is not an uncontrolled risk.

So in order to be able to control the "spirit" that is about to be created, it first drew part of its own power to make a bondage.

The blocked physical upper limit is one of the most intuitive manifestations of this restraint.

"And after the balance of the world loses this part of the power used to create me and restrain me, this evil result will be reflected in this world."

Haruko said in a rather flat tone, "I was born with such karma, and I was born with constraints."

Re-promoting the establishment of the world balance is the debt she has to pay for her own birth.

"After I was born, the growth rate of the number of new deaths did have an upward trend. From the direct cause to the indirect cause, it has nothing to do with me. But if the root cause is to trace back to the balance here." Haruko seems to be Unwilling to say what to say next, he paused slightly.

"Then these deaths can also be regarded as my sin."

Haruko leaned against the back of the closed door, as if she had finished all her supplementary words.

It was only then that Gojo Satoru noticed that Haruko untied the bun that was neatly combed up when going to the ceremony.

The long hair pouring down like ink fell down with the master's movements, covering Haruko's expression.

It hasn't been long since the scene of sitting on the bench of the Zhonghe Hell celebration and smiling at each other, but it seems that a sense of alienation has been rebuilt in her body.

Gojo Satoru couldn't understand better, even if he said something now that Haruko who couldn't accept such a background, the other party would accept it calmly.

But it's just so frank...

His initially hesitant thoughts suddenly became less important. Gojo Satoru stepped forward and hugged Haruko gently.

This is not a hug. Although the distance is extremely close in an instant, the strength of the other party is obviously controlled too delicately, and it will not make people feel any discomfort.

The only thing Haruko could feel was the warmth of Gojo Satoru's palm on the top of her hair, and the touch of the fabric with her cheek resting on the man's shoulder.

The fabric of the yukata was not smooth, even a little rough compared to the skin on the face, but there was an inexplicable sense of stability.