The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

"... Naoya?"

Looking at the picture in front of him that seemed to be in slow motion several times, Gojo Satoru murmured in a low voice, as if he couldn't quite understand what was going on at this moment, his tone was full of confusion and puzzlement, and only The remaining howling sound like the sea wind took away all other sounds.

He stiffly and slowly turned his head to the side, looked in Xia Youjie's direction, and wanted to ask his friend what was going on, but he could only see the other party's fluttering lips and a shocked expression, protecting Tian Nei beside him with one hand Riko was yelling something excitedly at him, but he couldn't hear it.

Only the whistling sound of the sea breeze became more and more raging and manic, almost tearing his eardrums apart, making him frown uncomfortably, and raised his hands to cover his ears, trying to isolate everything.

Unfortunately, it doesn't do much.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a muffled sound interrupted the increasingly manic sea breeze in Gojo Wujo's ears, and everything returned to silence. He raised his head in a daze, looked in the direction of the sound source, but saw Naoya had already fallen to the ground, The blood flowed down his chest, soaking his light-colored clothes, spreading like ink, and soon stained Naoya's entire chest red, and the blood dripping down the folds of the clothes, bit by bit Melted into the shadow under Naoya.

It wasn't until this moment that Gojo Satoru's body finally seemed to have regained some sanity, trembling slightly, he took the first step after the gunshot towards Naoya, followed by the second step, and the interval between steps became more and more The shorter it is, the more urgent it is. At this moment, there is nothing else in Gojo Satoru's eyes, only Naoya, who is constantly approaching him, and the dazzling bright red that is still flowing slowly on his chest is also being constantly drawn Zoom in until his entire field of vision is dyed scarlet.

The restless and chaotic footsteps gradually died down beside Naoya, and Gojo Satoru finally returned to Naoya's side again after nearly three days of separation.

Even right now, Naoya was lying motionless on the cold stone brick, and the Tenni Hoko, which was originally in his hand, fell aside.

The warm blood exudes a thick fishy sweetness, together with Naoya's continuous loss of body heat, it rushes to both sides of Gojo Satoru's nose, entangles his breath, stimulates his brain and his increasingly numb and cold body Limbs and limbs, and the tired pain still clamoring in his head, like a tug-of-war, each occupying two ends, ruthlessly tugging at his nerves that may be broken at any time.

It was as if a hammer and chisel weighing more than a thousand catties were hitting the weak temples on both sides of his body so hard that they were about to explode.

But the blue eyes looked at the figure lying on the ground without blinking, but only suppressed all the noise in his mind, regardless of the consequences, Gojo Satoru leaned over, knelt down on one knee slowly, raised it stiffly With both arms, he slowly embraced Naoya into his arms as gently as possible, and pressed Naoya's chest tremblingly and forcefully with one hand, while the other hand passed through Naoya's hair, which turned into white and black. , Pushing Naoya's head into his chest, and then bit by bit, hugging him tightly.

Gojo Satoru could clearly feel that the hot and sticky liquid on Naoya's chest was continuously gushing out along with the slow beating of his heart, gradually warming his cold palm, and even some of it was so hot that he could hardly bear it. Can't help but want to escape.

But he still pressed it—as if, this could prevent the blood from continuing to overflow, the body heat from gradually losing, and... the breathing getting weaker.

"Blood...can't...can't flow anymore..."

"any idea......"

"Curse power...?" Gojo Satoru's voice was broken and hoarse as if cut by a knife. He opened his eyes almost to the limit, but only looked at the huge god tree in the distance. His words gradually became tainted with a tinge of horrific paranoia and bone-chilling madness, "Spell power...is a negative power that can strengthen the flesh/body, but...cannot regenerate it... ..."*

"With...the same...same negative force, the negative makes the positive..."*

"Reverse spell..."

Following the seemingly endless words in Gojo Wu's mouth, sentence by sentence, the large burns and many cracks left on his body before were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The bloody scalds were gradually covered by new white skin, but the color was slightly different from the surrounding area, leaving shallow scars here and there, and those large and small wounds cut open by the gravel were constantly closing and healing. until it turned into pale pink marks, even the severe pain in my head, which was on the verge of bursting, gradually eased, and all my thoughts became clearer and clearer, and faster than before.

It was as if he had been given a stimulant, but with an ice pack. All the worries and worries in the past seemed to disappear at this moment.

But under Gojo Satoru's palm, the blood on Naoya's chest still showed no signs of stopping, but it was a little less than before. The bright red on the light-colored clothes was still smudged continuously, and the fabric around the chest had already turned into a smudge. A deep dark red.

No effect.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru felt a kind of unspeakable suffocation he had never experienced before, quickly and violently engulfed his five senses, and plunged his surroundings into a darkness where no fingers could be seen. The grief that had been brewing for a long time, took this opportunity, and finally Breaking through the blockade and depression in the bottom of my heart, but in the blink of an eye, the atrium was full, and the beating of the heart caused bursts of throbbing pain that almost burst.

It was also until this moment that Gojo Satoru finally lowered his head slowly, and looked down at Naoka Naoka's pale face and closed eyes.

However, on Naoya's clean cheeks, at this moment, a few half-dry and half-flowing bloodstains suddenly appeared, along the corners of Naoya's mouth and nose, wetting his neck and the hair on the back of his head, and chapped His lips showed an inexplicable bluish-black color, which set off Naoya's complexion more and more pale as paper.

"This is... poison?" Gojo Gojo blinked blankly, and couldn't help recalling in his mind that when the gunshot rang out, it seemed that there were a few strands of deep purple black smoke coming out of Naoya's chest. .

"Congratulations, you got it."

An unfamiliar voice slowly sounded from other tunnels in the distance, breaking the dead silence around, and even carried a subtle sense of joy.

"Who is it!" Xia Youjie immediately reacted, turned towards the source of the sound, and guarded Riko Tenuchi behind him, frowning, he squinted and knelt down on the ground, hugging Naoya, as if turned into a Like a statue, Gojo Satoru, who was numb to all the reactions around him, clenched his fists, pursed the corners of his mouth, looked away, looked in the direction of the sound source again, gritted his teeth and said, "Get out!"

"It's not good for young people to be impatient."

Hearing this, the voice let out a chuckle, and it seemed that he didn't care about Xia Youjie's threat. The sound of steady footsteps followed the other party's voice, from far to near, and not long after, a man dressed like a monk, with a mouth corner With a slightly raised arc, he casually appeared in front of the three of them, frowned and said with a light smile, "Don't come here, everyone."

The visitor did not look any different from ordinary monks, except that there was a very obvious stitching line on his forehead, and in his hand, he was holding a black short gun, which could be vaguely seen on the handle of the gun It is engraved with strange and complicated small runes, reflecting the surrounding light, refracting a few mottled bright spots, and for some reason, there is a purple-black breath in the deep muzzle, and even the surrounding air seems to be distorted by it .

"Who are you?" Xia Youjie looked at the short/spear in the opponent's hand, his pupils shrank, and a black hole suddenly appeared behind him, and the huge curse spirit escaped from it with lightning speed, but in an instant, he met the person. "Why did it appear here!"

However, to Xia Youjie's surprise, the man did not dodge, but generously let the impact of the curse spirit entangle him and tie him to death, his face turned red due to the squeeze of the curse, but the corners of his mouth remained the same It didn't change, but he seemed very satisfied. He squinted his eyes and looked straight at Xia Youjie. From the deep and dark eyes, there was a bit of overflowing greed.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Ron Suo said lightly, like a taunt. He didn't care that his body was squeezed by the magic spirit until his sternum fractured and shattered, making crisp crackling sounds. Long before he came, he So he prepared all the escape routes for himself, this body has reached its final value, it is useless and can be discarded at any time, "On the contrary, I am very grateful to you and Wujo Wu."

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why the other party could still say these words now.

"......It's you."

Without any warning, Gojo Goku's hoarse voice suddenly sounded, which immediately attracted Xia Youjie's attention. Gojo Goto was still kneeling on the ground, hugging Naoya, and didn't stand up, but those blue eyes, Like a cold iceberg, with a frightening cold light, he stared at the rope wrapped by the curse spirit.

"Yes, it's me," but I saw that due to the oppression of the curse spirit, Lisuo's body continued to have small clicking sounds, but he looked like a normal person, his complexion did not change, and the curvature of the corners of his lips remained the same, as if he had been there for many years. Old friend, asked softly, "Long time no see, Gojo Satoru, how are you doing, do you still like this gift I gave you?"

But Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention to him, just looked at the short/spear that fell beside the other party, but because of the curse spirit, the short/spear had been broken into sections, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

However, although the short/spear has been damaged, there are still wisps of deep purple black smoke lingering around it, and because the spear/body is broken, a faint filthy mantra slowly seeps out of it.

"It seems that you have already discovered it." After thousands of years, the ability of the six eyes is the clearest. Seeing this, naturally there is no surprise, and said with emotion, "This thing took me a lot of time, although it is a pity , but it doesn’t matter, originally it only had two bullets.”

According to Yansuo's original plan, he lurks here before Xia Youjie, in order to wait until Zenyuan Naoya and the astral body appear together, so as to solve them together.

Although, according to his understanding of Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu, the assimilation task of the astral body is very likely to be given up by the two of them before the end.

But this is not 100% sure.

Fortunately, Xia Youjie did not disappoint him. As he had imagined, he violated the mission and blocked the assimilation of the astral body and Tianyuan.

This saved him a lot of effort, Li Suo thought to himself, originally he was still hesitating, if Zenyuan Naoya was not in the Xingxing Palace, or if it was between Zenyuan Naoya and the astral body, he would only have time to fire a shot , what should I do.

Although right now, the priority of solving Zenyuan Naoya in his heart is far higher than that of the astral body, but if he can solve the two together, it will naturally be beneficial to him.

Now, with Xia Youjie's 'help', Rensuo doesn't have to think about the astral body issue for the time being. He only needs to wait until he leaves the college and find a suitable time to send someone to solve the future problems—after all, Xia Youjie and Wutiao It is impossible for Wu to guard the astral body all the time.

As for the next step, he just had to wait patiently for Zenyuan Naoya to appear.

However, at the moment when he actually saw Zenyuan Naoya appear, because of the strange change in the appearance of the other party, a little hesitation flashed in his heart, as well as an inexplicable sense of crisis, which was sudden and real. So much so that he couldn't help but doubt for a moment whether the 'weakness' shown by Chanyuan Naoya was real or not.

Until the appearance of Gojo Satoru, after Xia Youjie, he 'helped' him a big favor again.

"By the way, where did I just say, did I say that I want to thank you two?" Thinking of this, after pretending to think for a while, Masuo seemed to be unable to feel the shattering of the bones in his body, and looked at Gojo Wu, He smiled lightly, "Thank you for telling me about the lack of Naoya's spell power in the Zen Academy."

Hearing this, Wujo Wu's body froze, and he even suffocated his breath.

"Wujo Wu," the corner of Yansuo's mouth curled up into a malicious arc, while secretly launching the spell, ready to transfer himself at any time, but squinting his eyebrows, as if Dun Dun was teaching, he spoke to Wujo Wu in a more gentle tone He said softly, "You killed him."