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

"A nice name," Naoya said with a smile, and calmly approached Sawada Hiroki, closer to the shadow, and asked warmly, "Can I call you Hiroki? "

Seeing that the other party not only showed kindness to him, but even praised his name, Hiroki was obviously flattered, with a flush of shyness and a little bewilderment on his face, he carefully glanced at Naoya's face, and then lowered his head very quickly. Turning his head away, he whispered softly, "Yes, yes."

It's just that after saying this sentence, he couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed and self-loathing in his heart, thinking that he shouldn't just be like this, so he just uttered two short words dryly, and finally someone of his age was willing to I talked to him, but he acted like this... Thinking of this, Hiroki subconsciously squeezed the hands holding the swing rope until the knuckles were slightly white.

At the same time, Naoya on the side found that after Hiroki lowered his head and was inexplicably depressed, the transparent black shadow standing on his shoulders seemed to be a little more solid than before, and his whole body seemed to be filled with air. The balloons are like, bursts of agitation.

And with the continuous change of the curse spirit, Hiroki's mood became more depressed visible to the naked eye, as if he had completely fallen into his own world, obviously affected by the curse spirit on his body.

"Hiroki, Hiroki?" After calling several times in succession, there was no response from the other party. Naoya frowned for a while, but he didn't expect that his temptation would have the opposite effect. Due to the black shadow of the entity, the black gold dagger hidden in the cuff slowly pulled out a few inches, and then glanced in the direction of Zhenwang.

Originally, he made an appointment with Zhenwang, after he finished testing Hiroki and confirmed that the other party was indeed just an ordinary boy who could not see the magic spirit and no magic power, he would find an excuse to take him out of the park and use the bushes to cover him. , at the corner of the park exit, Zhenwang, who was lurking here, seized the opportunity and pretended to pass by the two of them, while he slowed down a few steps and followed behind Hiroki. One hit kill.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and Hiroki's negative emotions are clearly out of control right now.

Although I have long been used to seeing all kinds of young children who are struggling because of insufficient talent or low mantra power in the deep house of the Zen garden, but in the suffocating environment of the Zen garden house, no matter how young children in the clan appear Naoya would not be surprised by the heavy negative emotions, after all, even he himself, when he first returned to the Buddhist monastery, was almost devastated and unwilling to accept the reality.

But the intensity of negative emotions generated by the boy in front of him was far beyond Naoya's imagination.

It was supposed to be the most lively and cheerful age, but now it is lifeless, like a dying old man. The negative emotions generated by Hiroki not only make the curse spirit on him stronger, but also the filthy curse power overflowing from the curse spirit is further affecting him. Let him fall into a deeper emotional undercurrent, unable to escape, and then generate more negative emotions to nourish the spell spirit.

At this point, Naoya finally had to face a question that he ignored at the beginning: Was this curse spirit attracted by the negative emotions generated by Hiroki, or... the negative emotions from Hiroki? Born in the middle?

But now, it is obviously not the time to entangle this issue.

Although I don't know if the curse spirit is greedy for Hiroki's negative emotions, he hasn't made any other moves for a long time, but Naoya still takes a few steps back in accordance with the principle of caution, leaving enough space between the two, and draws out His dagger was hidden behind his back, his arms tensed, as long as there was something wrong, his hand holding the handle would be like a strong spring that was released instantly after being pressed, and would be thrown violently in the direction of the curse spirit.

It’s just that it’s not convenient to recycle, Naoya frowned and thought, it would be great if there is a strong rope tied to the handle of the knife, which can be used for both long-distance attack and melee combat.

However, the black shadow on Hiroki's shoulders did not allow him to think too much, it became more and more solid, and in Naoya's eyes, it was completely close to reality.

But the strange thing is that even so, in Naoya's eyes, the curse spirit in front of him is just a completely almost black mass similar to a plastic bag, without any specific image and appearance, let alone as Zhenwang just described , has a slight resemblance to a toad.

From it, Naoya only felt an indescribable sense of oppression, not the visual oppression caused by the huge size, but impregnated his mind unconsciously, making him wrinkle involuntarily Brows, recalling the feeling of suffocation that could not break free from the samsara when he was in the Zen house.

In an instant, it seemed as if it finally erupted completely. After several times of ups and downs like breathing, the completely solid black shadow exploded in front of Yu Zhizai like black fireworks without warning. Before he could react, The long black debris scattered in all directions due to the explosion was connected in the air in a blink of an eye, like octopus tentacles, wrapping him around him with lightning speed.

"Master!"

The moment Naoya was entangled by the tentacles, Shinmochi's rapid and loud shout pierced through the entire silent park, with some obvious panic, from far to near, but Naoya, who was entangled by the tentacles for most of his body, I couldn't even turn my head to take a look at Zhenwang.

The sudden blow of the black shadow curse spirit caught him off guard. Even if he tried to break free with all his strength at this moment, it was difficult to shake the tentacles. Instead, the tentacles wrapped him more tightly. He pulled out the dagger with all his strength, and hit Swinging down, he wanted to cut off all the black tentacles entangled in front of him.

But the tentacle seemed to have expected this, and in the next moment, it was like a spider web, entangled his wrist tightly, and the dagger could not be swung down smoothly at all, but was twisted violently by it, and there was a sudden sharp pain from his wrist , forcing him to let go of the only life-saving straw.

Immediately afterwards, the mucus-like tentacles of the mantra slowly covered Naoya's five senses, and the boundless darkness gradually enveloped him, and Zhenwang's increasingly anxious and frightened cries could be faintly heard in his ears, but at this moment , as if being dragged into the bottomless abyss by the tentacles, but he could no longer make even the slightest sound to respond to her.

In the darkness, Naoya couldn't move for a moment.

The inexplicable negative emotions in his heart made him almost unable to give birth to a thought of resistance, and he even felt as if he had returned to the late autumn three years ago, with the rainy sky and the decaying Buddhist mansion, and he could no longer meet his parents in his previous life. Sorrow, magnified several times and squeezed on the tip of his heart together.

Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, moistening the corners of his eyes with a sticky smell of blood.

There is no Shier, no Zhenwang, and no Wujo Wu here. There are only endless nightmares and despair.

He desperately wants to struggle, wants to escape from here desperately, why, why let him return to this place!

Why can't he stay with his parents in his previous life, he hasn't even had time to celebrate his parents' birthdays, he hasn't spent a new year with them again, he hasn't watched the year with them and made dumplings in front of the TV, he hasn't even said a word to them. ... Say goodbye, just leave suddenly.

Gradually, Naoya finally couldn't stand the blow like a wave, his face was stained red with blood and tears, in the darkness, he lost the last trace of consciousness, and completely fell into the deep sea of ​​grief.

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The unknown curse spirit, which sucks all the suppressed emotions of human beings as nourishment, finally found a new target today.

Although it doesn't have much wisdom, it can clearly smell the smell of negative emotions that have been suppressed for a long time on Naoya who is close to it. Yes, for a richer and more mellow taste.

So, naturally, it moved.

Although there was a little twists and turns in the middle, and an inexplicable woman kept harassing it, in the end, it succeeded in tasting the delicious food it was looking forward to.

Sure enough, just after taking a sip, it felt that its strength had increased several times, and the deliciousness in it was several times better than that on Hongshu before!

Just when it was about to get excited about it, it suddenly discovered that a thicker and more dense 'fragrance' was quietly seeping out from Naoya's shadow, constantly luring it, stretching towards it uncontrollably. Come out one after another tentacles.

what is this?

Its mind without much thinking instinctively had a little doubt, but before he could really take a sip, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside it.

"It's you who 'swallowed' Naoya into it?"

The tone was obviously with a chuckle, but it made it feel unprecedented fear inexplicably, and a bitter chill spread all over its body in an instant. It didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously wanted to bring the 'delicious' that it had so hard to get Run away from here quickly, and study it carefully after you are safe.

However, before it had time to move, the voice sounded again, but this time, it came from above its head.

"It seems that you want to run away?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his inorganic jewel-like blue eyes stared at the ugly curse spirit at his feet without a trace of emotion, through the curse spirit, one could see the unconscious body firmly wrapped in it. Naoya - that's why Wujo Satoru didn't make a move in the first place.

Even though he was already so angry that he almost exploded, and wanted to destroy everything in front of him in an instant.

"Master Wujo Wu, Master Naoya is still inside!"

Zhen Wang yelled with red eyes, with a hint of embarrassment, she was holding the bright silver magic tool that had been unfolded in her hand tightly, and even because of too much force, blood oozed from the palm of her hand, slowly soaking the whole body of the magic tool, But Zhenwang didn't care about it, and stared at the curse spirit in front of him, with hatred almost solidified in his eyes, but still just said, "Please be careful! Young master, he..."

"...Don't worry," was pulled back by Zhenwang's shout, and after a while, Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and let out the firm fist at his side along with the stale air in his chest. He relaxed a little, but his fingertips were stained with bright red. Without turning his head, he said firmly, "I will rescue him soon."

"Unfortunately, I can't use [Cang] on you, although it's a bit troublesome," Gojo Wu squatted down with one leg bent, his palm lightly covering the wet and sticky skin of the curse spirit, and said softly, like the calm before the storm, "but now , disappear."

As his voice fell, a huge invisible wave of energy spread like ripples on the mantra, with almost no extra noise and struggle, but in the blink of an eye, the original huge mantra split apart It opened countless gaps, big and small, until there was a light 'pop' sound, and turned into countless ashes like residues, which disappeared in the air without leaving any traces.

And Naoya, with the disappearance of the curse spirit, reappeared in the midair. Just as he was about to fall, Wujo Wu dodged, hugged him tightly, and landed slowly. Going forward, she almost fell down beside Naoya, holding Naoya's dropped hand, the tears in her eyes finally overflowed at this moment.

"Naoya, Naoya?" Gojo Satoru embraced Naoya with one hand, letting him lean firmly in his arms, and gently stroked Naoya's face with the other hand, carefully wiping away the blood on his face, so Tsukuru joked lightly, "Wake up, it's time to get up, lazy pig, don't sleep."

"... Enlightenment?"

Although he still didn't open his eyes, Naoya reacted to Gojo Satoru's voice, whispering in his mouth, maybe he thought of something or dreamed something, he asked softly with a broken throat, "Are you... all right?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously hugged Naoya a little tighter.

However, Naoya, who didn't get a response, seemed a little panicked, struggling in a daze and trying to get up, and kept saying something indistinctly, "No, I won't let you... .I will definitely...will rescue you, you wait for me...wait for me..."

"I'm fine, Naoya, I'm fine," Fu Fu, although he didn't understand what Naoya was talking about, in order to appease his emotions, Gojo Satoru had to reply quickly, "I'm... the strongest, how could I I need you to save me."

"So, just don't worry." Gradually, Gojo Satoru's voice became hoarse, and he buried his head deeply in Naoya's neck, leaning against his face that was somewhat wet with blood and tears. With black hair, his mouth seemed to be gnashing his teeth, but in the end it turned into helplessness, and he only murmured, "You bastard..."