Chapter 140 Shibuya (7)
"You can't kill anyone."
Her voice sounded from the desolate ruins, weak and quiet, with unshakable determination.
A black shadow suddenly broke into the field of vision, and the hand holding the ankle was released at some point.
The scalp suddenly tightened, the wind tore in the ears, and the sharp hissing sounded amidst the muffled sound of bone cracking. The beast-like creature got up from the ground without knowing when, with a ferocious expression on its face and a strong smell of rust all over its body. , grabbed the kid's hair in the most brutal and direct way, pulled the hair and gave him a clean headbutt.
The sound of two heads hitting each other was like two coconuts hitting each other with a clang, and the sound was so loud that it made one's teeth hurt.
After all, this body was still in the category of a normal creature. After being hit on the head, his vision went black instinctively.
Like the air falling from the sky, a strong sense of weightlessness came. The body leaned back uncontrollably and fell straight into the ruins. Splashing rubble and dust fell all over the face, cushioning it. The steel bars behind directly distort the shape.
The King of Curses lay on his back in the mess, his expression seemed to be blank for a while. After a moment, the corners of his mouth opened into a frightening arc again, and his scarlet eyes turned a few times, and his eyes fell on the woman in front of him.
She was covered in blood, with countless broken bones. After the blood solidified, scabs formed on her clothes, and blood stains stuck to the fabric in various places. She was extremely embarrassed, making her scarlet hair even more dazzling.
"You're really good at it."
The scalp that had been pulled at the temples was aching, and the head that had been hit by the headbutt was still buzzing.
The arc of the corners of Liangmian Sunuo's mouth became wider and wider, like a beast grinning with its fangs exposed, and every drop of blood in his body was screaming and boiling.
Killing and blood are things that can make the evil god happy, but the death of ants under a single step cannot bring him any satisfying joy.
After years of rest and patience, the tedium and boredom of the years, like a beast that has not drank blood for too long, a satisfying fight is what the King of the Curse really wants.
"You are very kind," he said.
Wherever he goes, he destroys everything there. This has always been his approach.
Things need to be of sufficient value to gain enough pleasure when destroyed.
He laughed, and so did she.
She smiled so hard that her eyebrows were crooked, and her amber eyes were like the blue waves on the lake in spring. When she laughed, it affected the wound on her face and it hurt like hell, but she seemed to be really happy. The blood flowed from her forehead and seeped into her eyes. She was also smiling, and she looked so happy that she could just make a face. The little girl who made her laugh.
Liang Miansu Nuo was confused by Yayoi who smiled like this. After all, he had never seen anyone smile like this in front of him.
"You can't kill anyone."
All the bones in his body were protesting in pain, and scarlet blood dripped from his body, clattering to the ground, splashing scarlet flowers one after another.
Yayoi smiled heartily, her lips parted, and the smile on her face was bright and cunning like a girl, just like Sukarye waving goodbye to her in the sea breeze.
The sky hanging overhead was pitch black, with a red dot like a bonfire lit in the wilderness.
The future of this world is vast and boundless, even more boundless than the sea.
There are bad people and good people in this world. The magician in the other world will inevitably face various choices in the future, but this choice must be made by the magician himself.
No one can be sure of a person's future, just like she never thought that Suguru Geto, who was once a good old man, would treat ordinary people as monkeys.
Even so, if his future is destined to be stained with blood, he must make the decision himself, Yuji Itadori himself.
You can't kill anyone, you can't use my brother's body to kill anyone.
While laughing, she raised her bloody hand, and her moving fingers began to form seals.
Liang Miansu Nuo's brows twitched, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
Wow——
There was a strong feeling of weightlessness in the body, and the sharply changing vision was reflected in red.
After rotating the body during the fall to remove the inertial force, he stepped into the water when he landed, and the water splashed up by the step was jumping on the surface of the water.
Liangmian Sunuo stood in a vast red ocean.
He instinctively thought that this was his birthplace, but then he rejected this idea.
There is no smell of blood, nor mountains of bones, just a piece of red, a calm red, neither bloody nor violent, a quiet red ocean, with four vermilion torii gates standing in four directions, and ancient ropes. Hanging in front of the tall torii gate.
The water was not deep, just above the ankles, and red ripples rippled in circles.
Liang Miansu Nuo's brows twitched as Yayoi's words echoed in his ears.
——You can’t kill anyone.
What's the meaning?
He believed this was more than just provocation.
After a moment, the red ocean that seemed to come alive took away his attention. The red water, the red torii gate, and the red world. The crooked red lines moved his body in the red ocean that covered his ankles. , arched his back and stretched his body, as if there was a spider spinning red silk in the dark, and the spider silk was entangled.
Liangmian Sunuo raised his hand and instinctively performed the technique. The silk thread that came towards him was stopped and fell into the Red Sea, while more red silk threads climbed up his ankles.
It's endless and annoying to death.
The scarlet eyes paused, and the thousand-year-old man's gaze froze for a moment.
He seemed to know what it was.
--madman.
"You crazy woman." Liangmian Sunuo looked at the red silk thread climbing up his body like a snake. All the senses in his body clearly told him that a huge change was happening, and his control over certain things was slowly being eroded. Ground peeling.
The thousand-year-old man smiled, gritted his teeth, sucked blood, and wanted to chew the other person's bones and gnaw the other person's flesh.
"Do you think this is over?" Crazy laughter echoed in the torii. He was like a bound evil beast. Even though he was entangled in layers of chains, he still roared. The King of Curses opened the corner of his mouth, and the red in his eyes was like Boiling blood.
That brat will definitely spend the rest of his life in endless regret.
"Kid, enjoy your memories."
The deep voice sounded in the silent Red Sea, like the gasping of a demon imprisoned in endless hell.
What it feels like to have a loved one die because of you.
…
The sky is as blue as blue, and the treetops are soaked in golden sunlight.
The mottled tree shadows covered the entire wall. A bus stopped at the station not far away. After the whistle blew, the bus staggered away from the station.
Yuji Itadori heard the soft meowing of a cat, and the ringing sound passed by his ears.
The older you get, the clearer it becomes that human memory is limited.
In his memory, the impression of his parents was very shallow. Not to mention his father, who had a very weak impression, the impression of his mother was almost non-existent.
The woman who has the deepest impression in my memory is my sister, the sister who appeared with a cat in the spring.
Yuji Itadori suddenly remembered that there was a bicycle at home. It was a very old bicycle. It was said that it seemed to be left by his father. When it was pulled out from the warehouse, it was covered with dust.
Grandpa said it looked like it was no longer useful, so just throw it away.
"Please repair it, I think it can still be used." My sister said.
He remembered that he was still young at that time, with short hands and short feet. He could outrun his grandfather, but he couldn't outrun his sister. He couldn't reach the back seat of the bicycle even on tiptoes.
He was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle. The ding-dang bicycle bells rang in the sky. The houses and the fence with squatting cats were left behind. The shops on the street hung promotional signs, and the telephone poles on the street were covered with stickers. Advertising paper.
The whistling wind sounded in his ears. He opened his mouth wide and took a big gulp of wind.
When he turned back, the red hair tail fluttered against his cheek, itching.
"elder sister."
The ringing bicycle bell rang again.
"Sister, where are we going?"
He hugged his sister's waist, the sister who was taller than him, the little sister.
The front of the bicycle turned in another direction, and he subconsciously hugged his sister's waist tightly.
"Go home, grandpa and the big orange cat are still waiting."
Red hair is bright and warm under the sun.
He saw the vague outline of the wall from a distance, with lush greenery peeking out from the top of the wall, and a vague outline of an old man and an orange cat standing at the door.
…
Yuji Itadori wriggled his lips and woke up in a dark sky.
The surrounding buildings seemed to have been cut by a cutting machine, and the cuts were extremely smooth.
The ticking sound is like the second hand of a clock turning, or like the dripping of a faucet that has not been tightened at night.
The flash of white that suddenly appeared before my eyes was like the first snowflake falling in winter, so white that it made people tremble.
He was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound. Every cell in his body was tearing his heart out, but his throat couldn't make any sound.
He could only watch helplessly as the other person's hair turned white bit by bit starting from the tips, like the snowflakes falling in winter, burying all the colors, and the red and fiery hair became spotless. of white.
Plop——
As if a porcelain doll was smashed to the ground after falling from a height, the person who fell to the ground remained motionless.
The cut building, the spilled blood, the cheerful smile of a little girl, and the voiceless demon now entrenched in his body, it was as if someone had split open his brain and forced everything in.
The ringing bicycle bell seemed to be ringing again.
The sky at that time was very beautiful, clean blue.
Endless black, like shadows covering it layer after layer.
The sky now made him just want to cry.
He seemed to have forgotten how to walk. He fell several times while running over. The gravel on the ground cut his cheek and scratched his palm, and blood flowed out.
The man lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep.
His fingers trembled slightly as he pushed away the broken hair on his cheeks. There were black blood scabs and mottled wounds on his cheeks. The skin he touched was so cold that he wanted to cry.
The eyelashes were half-closed, and the eyes that had lost their vitality seemed to be cast by a shadow. They were as lifeless as the sky on a hazy day. There was no confusion, and there was no smile rippling inside.
Why is it so quiet?
His fingers accidentally touched the white hair, which was stained with blood.
Hair...the hair color is too plain, it should be more colorful.
"Yuji, you want to live your life happily."
The people who wanted his happiness were not happy and were killed by him with his own hands.
The smoke dissipated, and the haze covered the sky. There was no trace of light. He fell to the ground, looking at the ground with dull eyes like a person who had slept, and his slender neck was like a broken swan's neck.
It was quiet all around, and he couldn't hear a single sound. All sounds seemed to have been stripped away from the world.
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but it seemed not to have been long at the same time. The pain as if the heart had been cut open spread in the heart. The body could not bear the severe pain of tearing the heart and lungs apart and cried out. The sad cry echoed in the lonely night sky. .
"You're going to die surrounded by people."
Why don't you die?
You killed someone, you killed your own sister.
Die soon.
…
Metropolitan Expressway No. 3 Shibuya Line Shibuya Toll Gate
A temporarily selected medical location, a temporary medical room, medical equipment and medical personnel were temporarily transported.
The burning cigarette butts were as bright as stars in the smoke, and women in white coats stood under the eaves, puffing away smoke.
The howling wind blew her long brown hair in the vast night sky. Shoko Ieiri frowned and touched the fox with its drooped head beside the two hands.
"You've been like this since you entered Shibuya." Shoko Ieiri said half-jokingly, half-statement while holding a cigarette in his mouth.
"Ouch." Gray Fox raised his eyelids.
You are the only one with kidney failure, and your whole family is suffering from kidney failure.
"I told you not to follow me, but you refused to listen." Shoko Ieiri held the fox's forelimbs and lifted the fox up. "What's the use of coming here?"
The gray fox was silent for a moment, and now he didn't even give her a 'ooh'.
"You're just a fox now." Shoko Ieiri sighed.
When Masamichi Yaga came over, he saw the female student holding up the fox and talking to herself, and couldn't help coughing twice.
Shoko Ieiri tilted his head and turned his gaze. What he saw was the expression of the teacher who was hesitant to speak.
The woman in a white coat smiled slightly and said, "They said there's no need to worry, there's a cursed skeleton here."
Being able to be classmates with these two idiots, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto, she herself is not an economical person.
"No." Masamichi Yaga said, "If this place is exposed, the enemy will come and kill you immediately."
"That's too exaggerated, principal." Shoko Ieiri held up the dead-eye fox.
"I'm not exaggerating. Even Satoru can't heal others with the reversal technique." Masamichi Yaga frowned, "If it weren't for you, Ino and Ijichi would be dead."
There are curse masters and curse spirits everywhere here, the curse spirits who massacre human beings, and the curse masters who assist supervision by hunting down.
"Thanks to you." Shoko Ieiri smiled.
"Didn't you quit smoking?" Masamichi Yaga's brows still didn't loosen, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on the sparkling cigarette butt.
"Ever since Gojo got married, I've been wanting to smoke."
"..."
There's nothing wrong with this, but it's not quite right.
"Hey, principal." Shoko Ieiri suddenly said, "What do you think about Geto's matter?"
Masamichi Yaga was silent for a while, then spoke in a low voice, "The fake one?"
"The real one," Shoko Ieiri said.
The fox raised his eyelids slightly and said what he was doing.
"I can't escape responsibility for what happened back then." Masamichi Yaga said, "He was my student, and I recommended him to enter the Magic College."
If not, he would be just a little bastard with a strange behavior and a dark belly in the world of ordinary people, and he would not be able to become a notorious curse master.
"I didn't tell him that human beings, whether they are magicians or ordinary people, are actually the same." Masamichi Yaga said, "There are bad people everywhere, regardless of whether they are magicians or ordinary people."
"As his teacher, I ignored a lot." Masamichi Yaga said.
The fox being carried by Shoko Ieiri fell silent, and his dark purple eyes were a little helpless and confused.
"There are many times when people do many things. In fact, only one reason is enough." Shoko Ieiri smiled, "That is whether you want to or not."
"In this regard, he should learn more from Gojo." Shoko Ieiri said.
"It would have been better if I had told him earlier," Masamichi Yaga said.
"It's too late to say it now." Shoko Ieiri murmured.
"What?" Masamichi Yaga didn't hear clearly.
"It's nothing, but don't you think this fox looks similar to Geto?" Shoko Ieiri raised the fox, but was attacked by the fox's flesh pad.
Masamichi Yaga was silent for a moment, "For this kind of thing, one Yayoi is enough, Shoko."
Don't compare dogs and furries together.
Shoko Ieiri: "...Oh."
Geto fox: "..."
What do you mean?
Suguru Geto felt extremely insulted.
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The author has something to say:
This is probably the first time that the uncle has been cheated so miserably in such a long life. From now on, he can no longer control Huzi's body. Little Red Hair deprived him of the control over Huzi's body, which is equivalent to another kind of Restraint, as long as Huzi is still alive, he cannot control Huzi's body. Even if Huzi dies, he will have to burp with Huzi.
Uncle:...fuck.
There are a lot of knives in these chapters, so please take it easy... (weak jpg.)
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