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

"What..." Before Shi Er could ask in detail, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, and his body subconsciously pulled the back collar of Wujo Wu who was stunned beside him, and quickly backed away.

"What are you doing!" Gojo Satoru, who felt his neck was tightly strangled by the collar, immediately reacted, turned his head and asked Shier behind him anxiously, "Naoya, he..."

However, in the next second, a sharp and ear-piercing sound piercing the air interrupted his unfinished words. He looked back and saw a black shadow as sticky as thick ink overflowing from under Naoya at some point. , almost completely wrapped Naoya, and the excess part flowed out and turned into a sharp edge, finally breaking free from the long-standing shackles, waving wantonly in the air.

Everything around was completely destroyed by the black sharp blades bursting out from the shadows with an unstoppable force. The original white walls and the ceiling were also forced to add several lines of different sizes. One's hideous knife marks, and as the black blade swung more and more freely, the knife marks continued to increase, and even the quilt on Naoya's body could not escape, it was torn to pieces, revealing his body A thin body in hospital clothes.

After taking everyone out of the attack range of the blade, temporarily retreating to a safe area, and instructing that they must not approach, Shi Er stepped into the ward again, picked up the fallen folding chair in the corner of the room, and used it as a temporary weapon. Frowning tightly, facing the black sharp blade that attacked indiscriminately like a storm, he slowly approached Naoya who was still lying on the hospital bed, unconscious, step by step.

Gojo Satoru, who finally recovered from the shock brought to him by the black shadow, saw at a glance the back of Shir who had already stepped into the ward. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and followed immediately, not to be outdone go up.

As for Shier in the ward, he felt Gojo Satoru's approach, but he didn't say much. Right now, he is concentrating on dealing with the black sharp blades surrounding Naoya. These blades are not only amazingly powerful, but also extremely fast. While dealing with the attack from above, the other blades were like snakes lurking in the shadows, hitting his legs like lightning. If it weren't for his amazing physical fitness and excellent reaction speed, it would not take long Will be stabbed all over by these ghostly blades.

Even in the current situation, it is not getting any better.

After severing one of the blades with absolute strength with the folding chair again, Shi Er still did not relax at all. The next second, as expected, the blade melted into a puddle of black viscous liquid, and quickly returned to the hospital bed. The package stuck to Naoya's black shadow, and the cut that was cut off by Shi Er, but after a while, a brand new blade was born again, and continued the next round of fierce attack with the same killing intent and evil spirit.

"No, it's not going to end like this."

Gojo Satoru, who also found the problem at the side, waved his hand again and cut off the blade that was attacking him. The anxiety in his heart became bigger and bigger, but now, he can only suppress the anger in his heart. The black shadow was too close to Naoya, and in such a narrow space, he couldn't use any attacking techniques at all, but these annoying blades made it impossible for him to get even half a step closer to Naoya.

"Naozai!" So, Gojo Satoru, who couldn't bear it any longer, shouted loudly, trying to wake people up in the most stupid way, even if these blades can't disappear, at least, it can change the almost completely deadlocked situation slightly, as long as If there is a slight gap, he can... Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth, raised his voice again, and shouted with full momentum, "Naozai—! Wake up—!"

Shi Er on the side clicked his tongue, but did not stop him.

Perhaps it was true, after Gojo Satoru yelled a lot, the speed of the black blade's attack slowed down a lot, and his face was filled with joy, taking advantage of this hard-won breathing time, he leaped desperately Stuck, finally touched Naoya's bedside, and saw the black viscous liquid, like an octopus sucker, attached to Naoya's whole body.

After close contact, his six eyes could finally clearly see that from the dense black shadow, what was flowing and conveying was the thick and vigorous mantra, which was continuously entering Naoya's body, but when his gaze turned to When the black shadow was on its own, it could only feel a bottomless darkness, like a black hole with no end.

In the blink of an eye, a thought flashed in Gojo Gojo's mind. He recalled the first time he saw Naoya, and Naoya's magic power was flowing downward. At that time, he wondered why the magic power didn't disappear just like water vapor evaporated. Upward was invisible in the air. It turned out that Naoya's mantra did not disappear at all, but flowed into the shadow unconsciously.

This group of black shadows destroying everywhere indiscriminately is Naoya's own shadow!

It has accumulated Naoya's mana power for nearly four years, like a balloon that may explode at any time, dormant at Naoya's feet, waiting for a suitable opportunity to return all the stored mana power to its owner, and this opportunity , perhaps it is Naoya's awakening of the technique that has been too late...

But why is this the time?

Thinking of Naoya's "flu" that lasted for nearly three months, Gojo Satoru frowned and gritted his teeth thinking that his chest was filled with countless regrets and anger, as well as pain like a knife. Looking at Naoya's pale face , he regretted why he didn't discover it earlier, and was annoyed at what Naoya's shadow was, he couldn't even see through it with six eyes, and he and Naoya were deceived by this shadow lurking around him for nearly four years time.

"Bang——" A loud metal collision sounded in my ears. Gojo Satoru hurriedly looked back, only to see that Shi Er had come behind him at some point, using the folded foldable box that was already tattered and almost only had a bracket left. chair, and stopped the black blades pouring down for him—probably because he sensed a change around his master, and the attacks of these blades were becoming more and more violent again, with the ear-piercing sound that pierced the air that had already faded. The sound also became clear again.

"What time are you wasting?" While facing a more violent attack with the blade, Shi Er squinted at Gojo Satoru sideways, and shouted coldly, "Wake him up!"

Normally, Gojo Gojo would have pushed back aggressively and loudly, but the current situation can't describe him doing such a time-consuming stupid thing again, he looked at Naoya again, temporarily suppressed all the regrets and guesses in his heart, and only focused on looking at the hospital bed Naozai, the other party's brows were already wrinkled into tens of thousands of furrows, thin beads of sweat kept coming out and sliding down, moistening the sides of his forehead, from time to time murmured vague words in his chapped lips, like An extremely low moan/groan, suppressing endless pain.

"Naozai, Naozai, wake up!" Wujo Wu shouted loudly, but the movement of his hand was just to gently pat Naoya's face, but what was passed to the fingertips was no longer the little baby fat that remained like before. It seemed to feel good in the hand, only remaining sickly hot, almost burning his palm.

Feeling such a strange scorching heat, Gojo Gojo paused, thinking of the pain that Naoya was suffering at this moment, a trace of soreness appeared in his eyes, and the restless wild beast in his heart was almost about to escape from prison, he clenched his lips tightly Her lips seemed to be choked up a little, and after a while, she continued to whisper hoarsely, "How long are you going to sleep, don't sleep."

"If you don't wake up quickly, the sun will burn your ass..."

"Naoya——!!!"

Finally, Gojo Satoru was still unable to suppress the emotions in his heart, as if venting, he opened his voice to the maximum, like the roar of a wild animal, but at the end there was a trace of painful mourning, and a hoarse hoarse voice.

Even Shi Er, who was temporarily in charge of defense standing behind him, was stopped by the sudden voice and paused for half a second, and even faintly felt some power fluctuations. Immediately afterwards, he discovered that those who were originally restless in the air The restless black blades, following Gojo Satoru's shout, almost stopped, and the next second, I saw these blades fall to the ground one by one, melted, and returned to the shadow under Naoya's body. Disappear.

And Naoya, who seemed to be awakened by the shout, became more and more ugly, and his closed eyes showed no sign of opening, but his murmured lips finally let out some distinguishable whispers.

"Don't...Dad, Mom, little...don't..."

And following Naoya's soft dream voice, the shadow under him is constantly changing, and it turns into a bird-like appearance for a while, fluttering its wings and making a hoarse cry, while the fallen feathers disappear in the air, and after a while It turned into a bladed dagger again, leaped out of the shadow, and stabbed back into the shadow again, without a single ripple.

However, no matter how the shadow under him changes, it is no longer as aggressive as before. Perhaps it is because Naoya's consciousness is gradually recovering, the shadow is under some control, and the changed appearance is probably He whispered those dream words at the moment.

However, Naoya's intermittent and broken words are in Chinese that Gojo Satoru can't understand, and he can only pronounce one or two words in it. It is roughly guessed that Naoya seems to miss his parents in his dream.

But isn’t Naoya’s relationship with his father only normal? Gojo Satoru is puzzled, and he has never met Naoya’s mother, and the other party has never mentioned it to him, and Chinese...is it him? If you learn Chinese well earlier, you won't have to make random guesses here.

Until then, Gojo Satoru finally realized that his understanding of Naoya seemed to be pitifully small. He didn't know why the other party could speak Chinese, and he didn't have a good understanding of Naoya's family relationship. We met once for a short time, chatted for only a few words, and then separated. Until now, Naoya is lying in front of him, unconscious with a painful expression on his face.

The so-called patriarch of the Gojo family not only blocked his footsteps, but also separated him and Naoya further and further.

Clenching his hands tightly, the backs of his hands even burst out with intertwined blue veins. Gojo Satoru looked at the black shadow still clinging to Naoya's body, and his anger almost burned out his remaining rationality.

As if feeling Gojo Satoru's ups and downs, Naoya's tightly closed eyes finally loosened a bit after a few seconds passed, and at the same time, the ever-changing shadows around him that seemed to be alive finally became completely quiet down.

As Naoya's eyes slowly opened, the black shadow was no longer attached to his body like an octopus tentacles, but melted back into the black shadow under him, gradually turning back to an ordinary shadow, only Naoya The majestic mantra flowing along the meridians in the body, the scarred walls around, and the dilapidated folding chair in Shier's hand proved everything that happened just now.

The brown eyes were tired like never before, and Naoya seemed to be a little absent-minded. He stared at the front without focus. Seeing this, Gojo Satoru immediately leaned over and helped him to sit in his arms. With his already hoarse throat, he lowered his eyes. He asked softly, "Naoya, how are you feeling now?"

"...Enlightenment?" The fuzzy vision finally refocused, feeling the body temperature and the familiar voice behind him, Naoya whispered softly, with a fragility and a little bit of grievance that was completely different from usual, and there was a hint of grievance in his eyes. Some physiological tears started, "It's so hot, my head hurts, I feel uncomfortable..."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again and fell asleep, and the overflowing tears, along with the fine sweat on his forehead, slid down together.

"Naozai? Naoya!" Gojo Satoru couldn't help shouting again in a panic. Seeing that the shadow under Naoya seemed to be solidifying and churning again, he gritted his teeth, picked him up, and was about to teleport away from the ward immediately. .

However, before Wujo Wu got up and made full preparations, he was stopped by Shier, snatched him from his arms, carefully hugged Naoya to his chest with one hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at him condescendingly, He said coldly, "Where do you want to take him?"

"Give me back Naoya!" Gojo Satoru held back his temper that was about to explode, and looked back at Shier fearlessly, "His magic is still awakening, and his life may be in danger at any time. I want to take him back to Gojo Home, find someone to save him!"

As a result, after hearing this, Shi Er seemed to have heard some funny joke, the corners of his scarred mouth curled up dismissively, and with a biting sarcasm, he sneered, "Take the people from the Buddhist monastery to Wutiao's house, Lord Shenzi, have you lost your mind?"

"I am the head of the Wujo family. I can take whoever I want, and give them back to me!" After finishing speaking, Wujo Wutiao was about to reach out to snatch it, but Shi Er dodged and easily dodged it. The folding chair hit the person head-on and hurt him back to the hospital bed. At this point, the folding chair that was temporarily used by Shi Er as a weapon was completely scrapped, and it gradually fell apart in his hands and fell to the ground. bang.

"A patriarch who sneaks over even to visit his friends is not afraid to laugh out loud when he says such a thing." Shi Er squinted at Wujo Wu who was lying on the hospital bed and looked at him viciously, the disdain in his eyes even more Sheng said indifferently, "With the current you, you went to Wutiao Zhai, can you protect him well?"

Gojo Satoru, who was clutching his belly, couldn't help being stunned, speechless.

On the other hand, Shier sneered as if he had expected it, turned around and left without hesitation in his arms, and just before leaving, he said lightly without looking back, "You are so naive, Lord Shenzi."

With endless sarcasm.

And Zhen Wang, who had just stepped into the ward again after hearing the movement outside, saw this, and only glanced at Wujo Wu with complicated eyes, but he turned around and followed Shi Er, leaving Wujo Wu alone, in a dilapidated place In the ward, there was silence.

After comforting Riho, and handing over the bank card to the other party, asking him to stay in the hospital for the time being and helping with the follow-up matters, Zhen Wang hurriedly followed Shi Er, looking at the unconscious young master in the other party's arms, wanting to reach out Wipe the sweat off the young master's forehead, but didn't dare to touch it lightly, so he could only ask anxiously, "What should we do now?"

Hearing this, he paused, and after a moment of silence, his deep voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly, "His shadow is a bit like what was recorded in the Buddhist temple... the ancestral technique ten Shadow method."

Zhenwang was stunned, her eyes were red for a moment, she looked at Naoya, and then at Shier, as if she didn't want to believe what was happening before her eyes, still holding a trace of luck, she said softly, "So, are you think……?"

Shi Er hugged Naoya tightly, the muscles on his arm were knotted and the veins burst out, but he didn't really hurt Naoya in his arms at all, and in the end, he only squeezed out a word in a hoarse voice from between his teeth.

"...back to the monastery."