After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Gojo Satoru's cell phone was still ringing.

Yi Dizhi opened his mouth: "Teacher Wutiao, it must be a misunderstanding that the higher-ups thought you were sealed..."

Halfway through his words, he couldn't continue under Gojo Satoru's calm gaze.

Gojo Satoru didn't look very good.

But if he were to tell him now, he couldn't tell why Gojo Satoru's face was so bad, he could only say that he had a vague feeling that something was wrong with him based on his usual experience with Gojo Satoru.

It's not the kind of badness that can be seen at a glance, the badness in his face is more like a faint abnormality that is not visible but leaves marks everywhere, and only people who have more contact with him can see it.

Yidizhi Jiegao's sixth sense was frantically sounding, and Na Na changed his words: "The No. 11 article of Mr. Ye Moth and Ms. Jiarui should be because of the supervisor's assistance, saying that they saw the curse master Xia Youjie in Shibuya."

Gojo Satoru didn't respond, so he bravely continued.

"He...wasn't it confirmed that he died a long time ago, and you weren't the only teacher Wutiao at that time. After this task is over, it's good to find other witnesses...Although Principal Ye Moth was executed, there are still second-year students. The classmate is here. Jiajin...Miss Jiajin will not be executed, at most she will be controlled by the higher-ups." Yidizhi's nose was sweating uncontrollably, "As long as you solve this problem quickly, you can go and explain it to the higher-ups. "

The conflict between Gojo Satoru and the high-level executives has not been a day or two. Last time he only left the high school for a short time to go on a mission, the high-level mantra almost killed Hirohito Kojou.On the contrary, in the few months after Wujo Wu came back, it was difficult from top to bottom for the high-level mantras. Countless elders gritted their teeth when they mentioned Wujo Wu, and they had nothing to do with him.

If it weren't for the unknowingly leaked news of the seal this time, the high-level officials would not have dared to attack Principal Ye Moth directly.

Yidizhi Jiegao was originally a mouthpiece between the Conjuration College and the Conjuration Higher-Levels. Most of the time, except for the tasks of picking up the students and teachers of the Conjuration College, it was just smoothing things over on both sides. I have found a way of survival that does not offend both sides, but also faintly leans towards the Wujo Wu side

Wujo Wutong was listed as No.11. From the standpoint of supervisory support, he should have informed him the moment he saw him, instead of telling him so much here.

But as part of his stance and intuition that favored Gojo Satoru, he felt that it would be better to say something first in this situation.

He talked for a long time, and finally heard Gojo Satoru's voice: "Explain what?"

His voice was not the same as it used to be, it was a bit hoarse and unavoidable after a lot of physical exertion, and when the tail sound floated along the night wind, it almost carried a hallucinatory smell of blood.

"Explain..." Yi Dizhi was dumbfounded by the question, so he had to repeat dryly, "Explain that it wasn't Xia Youjie that I saw."

He felt that Gojo Satoru seemed to be pressing on something at this moment, as if something was about to spurt out along his limbs.

He was the one who brought Gojo Satoru from the airport to the Shibuya mission site today. Compared to Gojo Satoru who just got off the plane a few hours ago, although his face was tired but his movements were normal, at this time he seemed to be able to go anywhere. It's okay but nothing is right.

Accompanied by a bit of night breeze, Yidizhi shivered involuntarily as he was covered in cold sweat and blown by the wind.All the nerves in his whole body seemed to be awakened by this shiver, and the sense of crisis that he realized later enveloped him overwhelmingly from top to bottom.

The wind blows over the top of the buildings in the Shibuya area, making a sharp and piercing whistling.

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded at this moment: "What they saw is indeed not."

The "Xia Youjie" who appeared in Shibuya is just a replacement in the skin of his old friend.

He counted everything, including the short-sightedness of the high-level conjurers in the magic world, the fall of Shibuya, the ordinary people's magicians were too busy to take care of themselves, and the two schools in Tokyo and Kyoto were too busy to take care of themselves.

And those self-proclaimed noble Zhou Shushi, those self-proclaimed smart family elders, and those self-proclaimed noble high-level members of the Yusan Family, were just being played around by a substitute who took over someone else's skin.

One wrong step, one wrong step, after getting the wrong information from the high-level conjurer that he was sealed, and impatiently making a decision, the entire conjuration world was in "Xia Youjie's" plan.

Including deliberately letting him leave the realm of birth to face one of three choices. It doesn't matter what he chooses, because no matter which side he chooses, the final outcome will be a given.

——A disaster that started from the civil strife in the magic world and spread to ordinary society from top to bottom.

This is a civil strife caused by the high-level people. Even if he makes a choice now, he just chooses one of the three paths that has less impact.

Because no matter how he chooses, he can't avoid the incapacity of the upper management of spells pointed behind the two abandoned choices, and the root cause of the shortage of magicians and the proliferation of spells.

And what he can see through at a glance, those high-level officials think this is a good time to take power.

Gojo Satoru should be angry at this point.

But unexpectedly, perhaps because of the hours-long mechanized action of exorcising the curse spirit, he is surprisingly calm now.

He even felt a kind of sarcasm that seemed to be detached from the outside world.

When he was around, the high-level executives were wary, and they could only do small tricks behind their backs if they wanted to do anything.

As soon as the news of his being sealed came out, the high-level officials quickly issued two executions as quickly as possible.Immediately, he took control of the Gojo family and used the students as a threat to coerce Noctua Masato to hand over the production method, so that the supervisor and assistant who went to Shibuya with Knotweed Yuhito directly diverted to Sanjo, the place of execution.

They made these chain decisions even faster than what happened in Shibuya.

It took less than four hours since he entered Shibuya to know that these decisions were implemented, but it took them ten years to prepare these plans that could disintegrate the Wujo faction in an instant.

Ten years, if this time is used to think about other things, how about being planned by a curse master occupying Xia Youjie's body so that the magic world is about to fall?

Even now they haven't realized that they have entered a unilateral trap, maybe they are still complacent about eradicating the Five Articles faction, satisfied with their rapid defeat.

In their judging criteria, the "five points and one faction" might also include the Yidichi Jiegao who is still struggling to figure out how to act as a buffer between him and the top management.

Standing by the side, Yidizhi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the person in Shibuya was not Xia Youjie. He didn't know that Gojo Satoru had thought so many things in his mind at this moment.

"It's not Xia Youjie." He suddenly settled down as if he had found the backbone, and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his brow, "It's a misunderstanding."

He was sandwiched between the high-level and the high-level conjurer, and it was the best result for him to be able to explain clearly from both sides.

"There are already more conjurers on the way from Shibuya." Seeing the dawn of the problem being solved, Yidizhi felt the invisible burden on his back suddenly loosened. Although Gojo Satoru did not speak uncharacteristically, he Still subconsciously analyzing and smoothing things out as usual, "Teacher Wutiao, you are logically wanted now, there are relatively few auxiliary supervisors in areas outside Shibuya, this area is only managed by me, and you can directly..."

Accompanied by the strong wind and Yijizhi's continuous voice, Gojo Satoru subconsciously rubbed the center of his brows, and only later realized that this movement was often done by Matsushiro Kazuki after he put down his hand.

Most of his emotions when doing this action are related to himself, and there is often a little helplessness on his face, moist and drooping eyelashes, and slightly pursed lips that seem to be angry.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, feeling that the accompanying auditory hallucinations and phantom pains were beginning to recover again.

"Yi Dizhi." Before Yi Dizhi finished speaking, he suddenly heard Gojo Satoru calling him.

Yidi Zhijie paused, and slowly raised her head.

"Do you think," Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, pressed his knuckles between his brows, and breathed out lightly, "do I look very well-behaved?"

He stood under the roadside lighting, his eyelashes drooping, and the street lamp above his head emitted a cold white light, illuminating his hair as clear as a shadow.

Yidizhi's eyelids twitched, and the next words stuck in his throat.

Speaking of following the rules, Gojo Satoru could never be a rule-abiding person.

Even if he is also listed as a punishment in the magic world, it is still a "punishment" in name. Looking at the magic world, there is not a single magician who can deal with five enlightenments.

In the few hours since the Shibuya accident, the outside world has turned upside down.He's not stupid, the series of orders from the high-level conjurers, even the dullest people can see what they want to do.

He was stuck for a few seconds, staring at the tip of the shoe, nose, nose and heart, took a deep breath and carefully stood in line: "Although the upper management of the spell made many wrong decisions, Mr. Wutiao, look at the current situation..."

In the middle of his speech, his voice became smaller and smaller, and when the second half of the speech was over, he realized that there was no one in the place where Gojo Satoru was standing just now.

The moment he lowered his head to organize his words, Gojo Satoru teleported away after saying that sentence.

It seemed that he had already made a decision in his heart, and he didn't care what kind of answer he would give.

The cold wind was bleak, he hurriedly took out his phone, only to realize that it was only about a minute or so since Gojo Satoru appeared from the Shibuya area.

Yi Dizhi looked around in the wind, thought for a while, but still didn't report to the senior management that Wujo Satoru was not sealed.

The buffer area outside the Shibuya area [account] has been completely emptied by the conjurer world. There are not many supervisors and assistants that can be mobilized in Tokyo, and there are still many supervisors and assistants rushing to pick up the conjurers on the way to Shibuya.

These Shibuyas are not limited to conjurers, supervisors and assistants are also extremely short of manpower, basically a single supervisor and assistant is in charge of a single area.In other words, as long as he doesn't say anything, no one will know that Gojo Satoru has not been sealed, and has even left Shibuya.

It's a pity that it seems that the heavens didn't go his way. Not long after Yidizhi Jiegao had made up his mind, he suddenly heard the ringing of his mobile phone.

Caller ID The call is from a higher-ups in the magic world.

His immediate boss.

Yidi Zhijiegao took a deep breath, and quickly ran through several reasons why his immediate boss came to him in his mind, and quickly simulated several times in his mind how to explain if he was found out.

The bell rang more than a dozen times, and he waited until the call was about to be hung up before he was mentally prepared to press the connect button.

But unexpectedly, there was no sound from the other side of the phone.

He waited for a while: "Hello, Yidizhi Jiegao here."

There was still no sound on the other side of the phone.

He put the microphone close to his ear, the night wind in Shibuya is too strong, the whistling wind passed by his ears, he couldn't quite hear the sound on the other side of the phone, only felt that the other end of the phone was surprisingly quiet.

"Here Iji Kitaka," he repeated, "everything is normal in the Shibuya area, and there is no sign of any expansion of the [tenant]."

In the brightly lit room, the sound from the radio waves was slightly distorted, and the whistling wind was a bit inaudible.

And the owner of this call, the high-level executive in charge of supervising the distribution of auxiliary tasks in the magic world, is now bleeding profusely from his abdomen, and is pinched on the table by one hand pinching his side of the head.

Blood dripped down the edge of the table and quickly spread on the silent carpet.

The man lying on the table reluctantly stretched out his hand to the phone, and made a sharp whimpering sound from his throat.

A pair of well-knit hands reached for the phone before him.

"Shibuya area..." Yidi was halfway through speaking, when he heard the phone hang up inexplicably.

He looked at the screen as if confirming that there was no problem with his signal here, but there was indeed no message from the other side.

Yidizhi:?

Is it a wrong number or is there no signal ready to redial?

He thought about it, and was afraid that the two sides would bump into each other and the line would be busy at the same time, so he had to wait under the streetlight with his mobile phone.

Gojo Satoru pressed the hang up button on the screen, and shook off the blood foam on his hands.

He stood by the deep black table, pressed the head of the high-ranking officer on the table with one hand, and threw the mobile phone on the carpet with the other hand. With lowered eyes, he just watched the man struggling continuously and bleeding profusely.

"Do you know what you are doing?" The man opened his eyes wide, trying his best to find a trace of majesty from the high position in this posture through his voice and expression, "Gojo Wu, you are now the executioner of the magic world... ..."

Gojo Satoru impatiently lifted him up again, the wound on his abdomen was squeezed by the corners of the table, and a piece of soft flesh and blood faintly turned out.

"I know," he didn't wear a blindfold, and just let the six eyes shine brightly outside, the clear pupils are surrounded by thin red bloodshot, "list."

He was sober and knew what he was doing.

Accompanied by the man's violently trembling breathing, the bloody wound, and the bright lights above his head, Gojo Gojo's throat pain subsided a little, and he could barely speak: "The high-level decision-maker list."

The edge of the table just pressed against his wound, the senior took a few deep breaths and struggled to speak.

His back was numb, and the pain spread to his whole body inch by inch along with the wound in his abdomen, and a scarlet blood splattered out.If Gojo Satoru didn't pull him at this time, he would collapse on the carpet immediately.

His complete sentence was fragmented by the pain, and there was only intermittent voice: "You are like this... Wutiao family..."

Gojo Wu dares to directly attack the high-level, just want to make the Gojo family a target of public criticism in the entire magic world?

Before he could finish his sentence, the sharp table corner suddenly bumped into his wound, interrupting his next words.

"I don't mind killing all the higher-ups," Six Eyes was overused, and he wasn't wearing a blindfold.Gojo Satoru simply closed his eyes, his brows stained with a bit of glaring red, "It's better to start with you first."

He usually exorcises most of the curse spirits, and most of the vision of the six eyes is blue with crippled spell power.

Rarely, now his field of vision is overwhelming red.

The red mist emanated from the man's body, spreading and wandering in the entire room along with his trembling rhythm, and the red mist filled his entire field of vision.

He turned over on the table like a dying fish, his chest was heaving and breathing violently, and his throat made intermittent sounds like a broken bellows. What.

Gojo Satoru identified it for a long time before realizing that he was reporting his name to the outside world.

Familiar and unfamiliar high-level names were spat out intermittently from his mouth, faster and faster as he got to the back, pouring out like a flood gate.

What's ridiculous is that there are several names of the Gojo family mixed in it.

Every time he said a name, Gojo Satoru's face became calmer, and in the end, there was no abnormality on his face.

More than 100 people.

There are more than a dozen people in the core circle, and more than 90 people in the periphery, who contribute to the flames and benefit from it.

The high-level executive who was pressed by him on the table raised his head to see Wujo Wu's face while talking, Wujo Wu's face became calmer and calmer, while he trembled more and more, until the end he just said nothing, and even started to rambling. Pulling unrelated people into the water for no purpose.

If you keep asking, you won't be able to ask anything.

Gojo Satoru glanced in the direction of Shinjuku, he was in a hurry.

The senior man fell to the ground slowly, clutching his stomach, as if he was about to sit up, but he couldn't find a support point, so he lay half-bent on his side on the carpet like a red-hot shrimp. The smell of rust in the nose blends into one.

The man pressed against the still warm blood on the carpet, and took several heavy breaths like the survivors of a catastrophe, trying to find something to cover the wound.

The blood scattered from his body, forming a lingering thick blood mist in the field of vision of the six eyes.

He was dying.

Gojo Satoru went through the list in his mind, and calmly slammed the door shut.

Shinjuku.

What was just a bustling street is now a mess.

The screams and cries of passers-by were endless, Nazaki Wild Rose flew through the building, and Su Nuo's spell passed by her ear, leaving a deep scar on the side of her face.

She didn't care to look at the scars, and then she got a short body, and the magic power grazed her scalp, lifting the roof of the car on the side of the road.

The gap in strength is too great to beat at all.

Fukuroi's shikigami relieved her of some of the pressure, Kizaki Ye Qiangwei took a deep breath: "I sent a message to Wutiao teacher!"

In order to minimize losses, she didn't dare to open too much account. Yoshino Junpei didn't know who was manipulating her, and she didn't dare to put him out of the account with other ordinary people, so she had to drag Yoshino to put him in the behind a car.

After putting down Yoshino, Nagasaki Yarose quickly sent a text message, using the car parked on the main road after the driver ran away as a cover, and quickly shuttled through the traffic while looking for a breakthrough.

Gojo Satoru might not be able to arrive now, she knew it well.

Fu Heihui's analysis in the car clearly demonstrated this point.

There is no signal in the Shibuya mission location, so it is not certain whether Gojo Satoru will receive their message.People other than Gojo Satoru would die if they came, and they couldn't pin all their hopes on someone coming to save them.

"Fu Hei, can you hold on!" She gritted her teeth and took out the last few nails left in her hand.

Su Nuo stood on the highest point in the tent, and it seemed that he was about to attack ordinary people not far away who had not had time to escape.

"I can do it," Fu Heihui's voice didn't sound like he could continue, "...I still have one last thing I haven't summoned."

Mo Xuluo.

Among the ten kinds of shadow mages in the past, no one has ever successfully tamed an existence.

But once this is summoned, everyone present will be dragged into the mandatory participation list.He still doesn't know how long it will take for the knotweed to wake up, and all the ordinary people in the tent have not left yet.

Nagasaki Wild Rose quickly ran towards Fu Heihui's direction: "Quick! I'll cover you and hold him back!"

If we wait any longer, Su Nuo will attack ordinary people!

Suddenly, a distant explosion sounded from a direction other than Shibuya.

No matter how bad it is, it won't be worse than now, Fu Heihui took a deep breath: "Bu Rubuyou..."

He was just halfway through the summoning when he suddenly stopped.

Nagasaki Wild Rose thought he was under attack: "Fuhei, are you okay??!"

"I'm fine..." Fu Heihui's eyes were covered with dark spots, and it was obvious that forcibly stopping the summoning would not hurt him, "It's Su Nuo who stopped."

Nagasaki Wild Rose:?

Knotweed is back? !

She turned her head abruptly, looking in the direction where Su Nuo was standing just now.

The tattoo on his face has not faded, and there is no sign of Knotweed Yuren's return.But uncharacteristically, Su Nuo actually stopped the attack he was about to launch on ordinary people, and looked towards the direction of the explosion just now with a rather cheerful expression.

In the gap of a few seconds, the last ordinary person also ran out. Nagasaki's legs softened, and he knelt down in front of Fuhei: "What...is he looking at?"

Fu Heihui closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I don't know."

But the only thing that is certain is that it seems that from the moment just now, Su Nuo suddenly has no tendency to attack.

"Suddenly I don't want to kill people anymore," Su Nuo flashed suddenly, walked around the two of them as if watching the excitement, and suddenly said, "Six-eyed and Wujo-wu of this generation are called this."

Just now, he actually felt the overwhelming spell power from the six eyes in a direction not too far from here.

Immediately, what appeared in the air together was the aura that belonged to his era and was most familiar to him.

The smell of the dead.

The smell of many people dying together.

Thousands of years after this self-proclaimed civilized era, these conjurers who are equally annoying and full of righteous opinions in any era will actually kill a large number of people?

Nagasaki Wild Rose stretched every inch of her muscles with great vigilance.

"You can't kill me," Su Nuo glanced at her leisurely, but he didn't intend to do anything.

His admiring eyes flashed past Fu Heihui: "But I suddenly found that not all conjurers in this era are boring."

There is actually a side that rips off the hypocrisy.

Compared with this good show, the boring mechanical killing action is like a tasteless side dish.

In this case, he can't wait to watch a good show before regaining his freedom.