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

In the darkness, Naoya felt as if he was falling continuously.

He couldn't use any strength in his hands and feet, and he couldn't make any sound from his throat, as if he had been forcibly deprived of his five senses, sinking deeper and deeper in the endless darkness.

It's just that as time went by, some messy sounds gradually spread into his ears, intermittently, as if someone was shouting something, Naoya couldn't help frowning, the hand that should have been powerless, at this moment Slowly stretched towards the direction of the sound source, trying to wipe away the disturbing sound.

However, before he could wave his hand, he suddenly felt that his wrist was bound again by an external force, and he couldn't help but recall in his mind that before, after the black tentacles entangled him tightly, he spewed out for a moment. Shang Xinjian's negative emotions, the despair and pain at that time almost overwhelmed his whole body, he really didn't want to experience it again.

No, let me go... Naoya closed her eyes tightly, struggling hard, whispering silently with some imperceptible tremors, but the bondage seemed to be motionless, but the fragmentary sounds beside her ears, become more and more clear.

"Zhi... Naozai..." The anxious tone, mixed with different voices, shouted worriedly, as if turning into silver lights, sharp but gentle for him Dispelled the endless night.

Someone was calling his name, and Naoya wondered who was calling him.

He tried hard to open his eyes to distinguish, but the eyelids that could be lifted easily at ordinary times seemed to be under a heavy burden at this moment. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed that he could only open a tiny gap, but even if it was just that small Through the slits, there was still a warm and dull orange light, which escaped from it, slightly stinging his eyes.

"...Naozai? Naoya!" The extremely clear voice of the young man was suddenly amplified several times, and it suddenly rang in his ears, and Naoya finally heard clearly at this time, who was the speaker.

Perhaps because the voice was too sharp, it completely cut off the last inch of shadow that bound Naoya. He was finally able to slowly open his eyes, but what caught his eyes was a picture so close that even tiny pores could be seen. With a delicate face, sapphire-like eyes with obvious worry and anxiety, and a little unfathomable anxiety, that white hair, under the orange warm light, does not mean to dim in the slightest, on the contrary, it is set off even more dazzlingly.

"You finally woke up!" Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back his excitement and shouted, "Do you know how long you have been asleep!"

"Hmm..." Naoya tried to speak, but his throat was very dry and hoarse, as if thousands of red-hot needles were constantly tossing inside.

"Young master, please wait first." Fortunately, Zhenwang on the other side was well prepared. Seeing this situation, he suppressed his emotions, stopped Naoya's shoulder, lifted him up gently, and leaned against the back with a soft pillow, Then he took the warm water that had been prepared in front of the bedside table, carefully touched Naoya's chapped lips, and slowly fed the water.

The gentle clear flow is like a gurgling brook, moistening Naoya's chapped throat with intimate warmth, and the stinging pain like needle pricking has been effectively relieved. After drinking a glass of water, he seems to feel that his throat is much better than before, so he really hopes When asked in a low voice if he wanted another drink, he slowly shook his head and declined.

"How is it? Do you feel better? Is there any discomfort?"

After Naoya finished drinking the water, Gojo Satoru came up again unwilling to be lonely, the anxiety in his voice still did not subside too much, and he kept asking Naoya's physical condition, if he was not worried that there might be some undetectable hidden wounds on Naoya's body, I'm afraid He'd already checked it himself.

It’s just a bit of a pain, right now his eyes are a bit uncomfortable, Gojo Satoru’s smooth white hair with glowing special effects is still dangling in front of him, making his eyes even more uncomfortable for a while He said weakly, "Wu, stay away from me first... Your hair shaking makes my eyes hurt."

Hearing this, Wujo Wu choked, and he was stunned for a while with the worry and anxiety in his brows. After a while, he changed to a frustrated and angry expression, and pulled his hood and put it on fiercely. , after hiding all the white hair in it, he said unhappily, "Let's go to the head office now."

Naoya smiled weakly, and slowly stretched out his hand towards Gojo Satoru tremblingly. Gojo Satoru immediately understood, and without waiting for him to say anything, he pulled him up and held him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, Naoya turned her head slightly to look at Mamoko who was silently waiting on the other side. Her eye sockets were red and swollen, and there were still clearly visible tear stains hanging from the corners of her eyes. , she had time to take care of it again in the future, adding a little haggardness to her whole mental outlook, only her eyes were still radiant, staring at him all the time.

Even though behind this bright light, Zhenwang's eyes contained only endless frustration and remorse for herself - because she couldn't rescue the young master in time.

"Makoto, don't be afraid," Naoya lightly stroked the back of Makoto's hand, patted it comfortingly, said softly and softly with a somewhat hoarse throat, with a voice like air leaking, "I... ..It's all right now, don't worry about it."

However, just as he finished speaking, a cold snort suddenly came from the dark corner where the orange warm lamp could not illuminate.

Naoya was taken aback for a moment, but felt that the cold snort was inexplicably familiar. He followed the sound with some difficulty, but saw some tall black figures leaning against the left corner of the wall opposite the end of the bed, close to the door frame. Standing there by the wall, with his arms crossed, even though the light there was dim, Naoya could clearly feel that the man's sharp eyes were piercing every inch of his body.

It's a feeling similar to being stalked by a predator, and it's... familiar.

Naoya probably already knew who it was. For a while, he didn't dare to look in that direction again. He looked back very guilty, turned to look at Zhenwang, and asked, "Why do you only turn on one light, so you don't feel very dark?" ?"

However, the man refused to let him go, the familiar voice sounded again in the quiet room, and said coldly, "If you are not afraid of going blind, just open it."

As he said that, the man put his hands in his pockets, and walked to Naoya's bed step by step in an unhurried manner. Every step seemed to be stepping on Naoya's heart, until the warm light finally illuminated his figure. With the shadows that cannot be seen, the firm muscles like an inverted triangle of the comer were vividly displayed, as well as that stinky face that seemed to be sprinkled with ink.

"Wow, really," Naoya called out the person's name weakly, and even supported his weak body unconsciously, trying to retreat, but he bumped against the soft pillow, and he had no way to escape. He had no choice but to smile flatteringly, "You're done so soon..."

"Heh," Shier let out a sneer from his nasal cavity, with a cold chill and a touch of sarcasm between his brows and eyes, "Didn't you want me to come back earlier, or did you forget?"

"D-Of course not, I just..." Naoya swallowed unconsciously, and quickly looked to both sides, eager to ask for some help, but saw Gojo Satoru and Mamochi unexpectedly. Everyone unanimously ignored his eyes asking for help, and even looked away to the other side.

Naoya: "..." It's over.

"So, shouldn't you explain now, young master?" Shi Er didn't give him more time to think, twisted his neck slightly, and made a clicking sound. It was very penetrating, not to mention that he beat each other twice like clasping fists, and the knuckles of his knuckles also made soft clicking sounds, which was very imposing.

"It was really just an accident. I just wanted to say..." Seeing that Shi Er was getting closer, but the two people beside him were "doing nothing" to him, Naoya hurriedly tried to explain, and then seemed to be Thinking of something, he hurriedly asked, "By the way, where is Hiroki? It's the boy with me, where is he?"

"He's in the next room, master." Zhen Wang, who was originally silent, responded, answering Naoya's doubts, "He is still in a coma, because it involves the spirit of the curse, we can only temporarily bring you and him to the nearest distance In this hotel closest to the park."

Hearing this, Naoya was about to say something, but was interrupted impatiently by Shi Er who was aggressively guarding beside his bed, "Okay, don't change the topic."

He stared at Naoya closely, as if he wanted to burn two big holes in him with his eyes, and asked coldly, "You haven't told me, what are you doing here?"

"...Come here to find a suitable...um, an office building." Naoya, who failed to change the subject, saw that there was no escape and no retreat, and was silent for a while, after all, Said the purpose of this trip.

God knows, originally he wanted to tell Shi Er little by little about his intention to open an office in a more relaxed and natural atmosphere, lest the other party vote against it without listening.

However, the current atmosphere is extremely bad, Naoya thought to himself, carefully raised his head and glanced at Shi Er's slightly squinted eyes, the surging emotions in it made his flesh twitch, and he felt a shudder on his back. There was a chill on the ground, it was chilly.

"What are you looking for?" Shi Er nodded and continued to ask, his expression unchanged.

Unable to hold back a mouthful of saliva again, Naoya gathered himself together, and responded in a low voice, "Open an office..." As he spoke, he quickly raised his eyebrows to look at Shier's current expression, and then lowered his head again , took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, and succinctly exhaled the ins and outs of what kind of office he wanted to open and why he wanted to open an office.

Afterwards, there was silence without a word, only the faint sound of breathing, still lingering among the four of them.

I don't know how long it has passed, Shi Er made a movement and sat on the edge of Naoya's bed. The white sheet was sunken like this, but after sitting down, he put his elbows on his knees, covered his eyes, and only showed his scars. Finally, after about two or three minutes had passed, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer, and he asked, "A firm that exorcises curse spirits?"

For a while, Shi Er almost didn't know whether to call Zhizai whimsical or simple-minded. He was born in a Buddhist monastery, one of the three imperial families, but he could come up with such an unprecedented "rebellious" method, and part of the reason for this was actually for him.

For some reason, Shier suddenly recalled the orange he handed out to Naoya when he first met Naoya.

He's obviously just a kid who still needs to be worried about...

"...Er?" Seeing that the other party was silent for a long time without continuing to say another word, Naoya, who originally thought that his death was imminent, couldn't help but strengthened his courage, called out tentatively, and asked softly , "Do you... have any ideas?"

Seeing that Shi Er was leaning on his forehead and squinting at him, there was a hint of deep thought in his black and dull pupils. After a while, he asked calmly, "What's your name going to be called?"

"Ah...?" Naoya came to his senses for a while, and the whole person was still a little dazed.

"Firm, what are you going to call it?" Shi Er repeated again, still in a light tone, "There must be a name."

"Wuzhi Office!" Gojo Satoru, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly said, with a firm determination in his tone, "That's the name."

"Tch, what kind of dog/shit name." Shi Er said disdainfully after hearing this, with a look of disgust on his face, "Then why don't you just call it Shi Zhi Office."

"What the hell is that about you? The name 'Wuzhi' is obviously awesome," Gojo Satoru retorted loudly, looked at Naoya again, held his hand tightly, and muttered, "You Say yes, Naoya."

Before Naoya could say anything, at the same time, Shir also looked over again, with obvious questioning in his eyes, and... a slight threat, obviously asking him to choose between the two.

Naoya: "..." He said he didn't want to choose any of them, really.

Leaving aside the indescribable naming standards of the two, let’s talk about why his name must be placed at the back—he is the one who really wants to open an office, okay?