no worldly appeal

It wasn't until after digging for a period of time according to Gojo Satoru's words that Kusano Huali realized that he needed to ask the ins and outs of this matter.

She threw away the tools and walked up to Wujo Wu, but when Wujo Wu stopped humming and raised her head in doubt, she didn't think about what to ask.

How did Gojo Satoru know better than her?Could it be that the owner of the family entrusted him with a dream last night—no, did the Wutiao family have corresponding records about the wild rice?

Reminiscent of Gojo Satoru's behavior of being passive and sabotaging his work recently and running away whenever he has time, Kusano Huali seems to understand something.

"Could it be that Mr. Gojo recently..." Kusano Huali asked hesitantly, "I haven't seen you for so long?"

She seemed to understand and tolerate right away what made her stand in line for all kinds of desserts.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be very interested and smiled, motioning her to bow her head.

After Kusano Huali lowered her head in confusion, he stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "Wow, does Xiao Huali think she is so important to me——no, actually, she just went to deal with things, isn't it very important?" Disappointed?"

Kusano Huali silently raised her hand, and pushed Gojo Satoru's hand away, "Thank you, no, I'm actually relieved."

She also complained, "What you remember is the curse spirit and curse master who will be assassinated next time, please don't miss me, please."

"Oh, Huali thinks of me so strangely—" Gojo Satoru retorted very righteously, "Obviously there is a new schedule for the dessert shop next week!"

Kusano Huali: ... Wouldn't it be more terrifying to be made into snacks and eaten.

"Then how do you know," she brought the topic back, and continued to ask, "It can't really be..." The Patriarch gave him a dream?

"What is it really?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

"No," Kuano Huali said with a blank expression, "it's nothing. Please continue."

She picked up the tools beside her and continued to dig, feeling that she still felt more at ease when she held something in her hand.

The rain was still falling finely and densely, and the humidity made the soil soft, making it easier to dig a lot.

Accompanied by this desolate atmosphere, Kusano Huali learned the ins and outs of the matter from Gojo Satoru.

Wutiaowu first asked the elders of a certain age in the family, found the records and general records of the wild rice, and then asked from one of the old people who liked to read the gossip of the ancestors that there were probably more detailed records in the old house and many copies. time books.

After he went back to the family's old house to look for it, he turned in a booklet that seemed to have been transcribed by someone in the past.

Most of the information written on it is a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, what generations of family leaders have done and other relatively important things.

In such a full room, Gojo Satoru finally found the corresponding content hidden in a remote corner of the pile of books, which belonged to the former Patriarch Kusano Huali.

There is a piece of paper inside, which seems to be a transcribed appendix, with a few simple words written on it.

The location of the wild rice, and the enchantment that the Patriarch set up for this spell.

The things are placed in Yokohama, and non-Kasano family blood cannot be taken out, and an enchantment and seal are set up.

If it is not the corresponding person, you will instinctively ignore this place when you search around.

"I don't understand." Kusano Huali said puzzledly, "Why here?"

She was a little confused and said, "Could it be that he foresaw things thousands of years later?" So it was chosen here?

"You forgot?" Gojo Satoru said a little surprised, "Oh, it's like this."

He smiled, his hair seemed to be floating with the wind, "It really surprised me."

Caoye Huali: "What?"

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the rock briskly, and the rain that had been blocked by the infinite lower limit quickly wet that area.

He didn't feel that jumping around here was very solemn, and said, "According to the records, this place used to be the ancestral grave of your Kusano family."

Kusano Huali was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that there was indeed such a thing.

"I forgot all about it." She said in a daze, "My lord still remembers."

The Kusano family was indeed a countryman who made his fortune from the land of Yokohama, and Kusano's surname also came from the weeds that were all over the mountains at that time.

After the first conjurer in the family grew up, she embarked on the road to Kyoto, which was located in the center at that time, and walked alone in the world.

Yes, the first Patriarch was also a woman, and her strength was quite outstanding.

Challenge, win, challenge, win...

Until she invited an elder from the Wutiao family to fight.Because of the restrained technique, he became the defeat of his subordinates and became a member of the Wujo family.

The high-spirited first head of the Kusano family was buried here after returning home from old age. Accompanying her in her final rest was the elder of the Wutiao family who surpassed her with six eyes at that time.

Their children stayed in the capital and belonged to the Gojo family, and existed as a subsidiary family and also as a blood branch of the Gojo family.

However, after that, the Gojo family never intermarried with the Kusano family again.

The Kusano family has never had a large number of people. They spend more time serving the master and less time to spare, and rarely recall such old things.

The boxes that had been locked underground for many years were dug out, accompanied by the smell of old decay.

Kusano Huali glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on a rock beside him, looking at her with his head propped up, and took a deep breath.

She didn't ask for the key, but just misplaced the almost damaged stone box with one hand and opened it.

Lying in the middle is Kusano Huali's long-sought spell tool, which seems to have not been affected by the dust at all, and is still the clear white of porcelain, with slight fluctuations in spell power, just like before.

Under the quilt is an old ribbon that has faded to the point where its original color cannot be seen, like fragments that will fall apart with a light touch.

Caoyehuali put the box on the ground, knelt on the ground carefully, took out the bowl, and put it in the weed pile beside it.

After that, she looked at the ribbon placed below.

The white luster on the ribbon that was almost indistinguishable from the bowl disappeared, like the person who had disappeared, as if to remind her that if she left, she would never come back.

When she touched it, her fingertips almost trembled, and her eyes gradually blurred.But in the end, he still held the ribbon in his palm.

The rain seemed to be falling too heavily, and dense rainwater slipped from the already soaked hair tips, mixed with tears, and fell into the bowl.

Kusano Huali felt in a trance that time seemed to be extremely cruel and tolerant to her, destroying all the things she had been attached to and remembering, leaving only an empty white wall.

The gloomy daylight shone on such a wall, leaving only a void.

She stuffed the ribbon into her pocket, lowered her head to wipe away her tears, and was about to get up, but there was an extra hand on her head.

"Oh, are you sad?" Gojo Satoru stroked her wet hair, as if lovingly looking at a chick wet by the rain, "It's a bit miserable."

The most exasperating thing is that this guy has no lower limit.So the rain poured on her head along the barrier that opened without a lower limit, as if a small waterfall had been built.

Kusano Huali felt that she had been forced to wash her head.

Inexplicably, the drenched Caoye Huali opened his mouth, raised his head and was about to speak, but the rain poured in.

She was caught off guard by such a rush, and choked a few times, her eyes suddenly blurred with tears, and her originally complicated mood almost turned expressionless.

In front of him was Gojo Satoru, who was still in a dry suit. Under the bitterness, his mouth was full of the smell of rainwater, and there was only one thought left in Cao Yehuali's mind.

She stood up with difficulty, then looked at Gojo Satoru, and decided to drag him to become a drowned chicken, "Can the previous one still be honored? Let me give you a hug first."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows when he saw the ribbon that slipped off from the side of her pocket because it wasn't stuffed properly.

"Xiao Huali is still very cute when she is sad, but did she make a mistake when she asked me for a hug?" He said leisurely, "The person you still miss is no longer here."

Kuano Huali: "I know."

She wiped her face and felt that her sleeves were full of moisture, "I didn't think of you as him after that day. I just wanted to hug a living person a little bit." By the way, she just rubbed herself with water.

"Is that so?" Gojo Satoru said with great interest, "Then I can lend you a loan."

He stood still, letting Kuano Huali step into the limitless range, hugged him tightly, and rubbed his clothes with large water marks.

After a while, he patted her on the back and asked lazily, "Are you still sad?"

Kusano Huali found that the rain was getting heavier and heavier on the outside of the no-lower-limit technique:  …

She said silently, "It's gone, but can you not withdraw without a lower limit? It's okay to carry me back."

-

The wind and rain poured in through the bay window, carrying a damp smell.

The real person was still lying on that bed, looking at the empty ceiling.

He rolled from one end to the other, and back again, always feeling a little bored.

Even in the middle of the night, the children downstairs are still a little noisy, chirping like sparrows that used to be noisy on the telephone pole when he was out.

It's a pity that sparrows can be disposed of at will, but these children probably can't.

The real person turned over again before sitting up.

He slowly moved to the side of the chair, casually opened the backpack Kusano Huali usually used, and began to rummage through it.

Is there anything fun, or a fun toy?

Unfortunately, apart from a pack of napkins thrown on top, it was empty inside, not even a piece of clothing.

The real person also knows Kusano Huali's character. She doesn't bring clothes, probably because the mantra doesn't sweat anyway, so it saves the effort of washing clothes.

He threw the bag back in place, clapped his hands, and lay back on the bed.

Although Wujo Wu's hands were heavy, but for real people, as long as he didn't kill him once, he would still be able to survive a few times.

It's just... he took Kusano Huali away, which made Zhenren a little unhappy.

Thinking of this, he sat up again.

He managed to come here with great difficulty. As soon as Gojo Satoru made a move, all of them were left. It really deserves to be the existence that even unknown existences are chasing after him by expelling curse spirits.

I'm still too weak... If one day I can catch up with Gojo Satoru, or just trap her in the palm of my hand...

No, just destroy what Caoye Huali is doing now.For example, how many non-artists should be killed?

It must be fun.

The madness and paranoia in the real person's eyes suddenly surged up, and the fluctuations of the mantra spread, almost covering this small, ordinary house with only three floors, and then dispersed to the surrounding area.

He could hear the sharp laughter and the maddened hatred that accompanied the spread of the mantra. In this land of Yokohama, it seems that human beings' malice towards themselves is firmly suppressed underground, rather than visible on the surface. as clean as it is.

A drop of rainwater slammed on the window sill, like a crisp knocking sound in the silence of the night, making the real person subconsciously trance.

The technique that was about to take shape spread out again, like a cloud that was about to take shape but started to dissipate.

This is not acceptable.If it goes on like this... it will be seen.

Her technique is the most sensitive to this emotion, and it will be discovered.This is not acceptable.

The raindrops outside the window drifted in, reflecting a little light in the dark room, but the real man's eyes were as dark as a swamp, and also like a dark bottomless abyss.

"I have to find something." He said as if talking to himself, "Find something...to vent."

After a little movement of his stiff limbs, the real person took out his mobile phone, and was looking to see if there were any death row prisons around that could provide corresponding prisoners, when he heard the downstairs door seemed to be pushed open.

The sound was extremely cautious, like a guy who sneaked in in the middle of the night, and the breath didn't belong to Kusano Huali, nor did it belong to that annoying Gojo Satoru.

They seemed to have another goal. A group of humans rushed towards the bedroom at the back of the first floor, while the humans on the other side went straight up to the second floor with their heavy, long cylindrical objects, and pried open the door of the children's room.

The real person who was playing with the mobile phone's eyes lit up and threw the mobile phone on the bed.

Although those chattering kids are annoying, the guy who interrupted his train of thought is even more annoying... Besides, isn't this a toy delivered to your door?

Anyway, it's not Tokyo. In this case, even if a few people are killed, Huali will definitely not be angry!

Yep, he even likes Yokohama a little bit!

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