[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

When Geto Suguru and Naoko Ieiri came back from smoking, they saw the two people in the box staring at each other.

Looking at the situation today, she couldn't go on with her planned movie date or the date on the rooftop of Sky overlooking the night view of Tokyo.

Time wasted without being able to advance the strategy level is a waste for Huailiang.

"Drip."

She opened her phone and saw a text message from the information dealer she had secretly contacted:

"The Panxing Sect will hold a high-level meeting at 10 o'clock tonight"

So she stood up and said goodbye decisively, "The children at home seem to need help, so let's stop here today."

Gojo Satoru was puzzled: "Is your brother or sister?"

Xia Youjie frowned: "Is it the neighbor's kid you mentioned before?"

As he said that, he pursed his lips a little awkwardly, "Come together, I'll take you home."

The atmosphere of today's date had already been ruined because of his friends showing up uninvited. If he let the girl go home alone again, his impression in her eyes would drop to negative.

"No need."

Huailiang tried to comfort him, "I had a great time meeting with you all today. I just heard from Gojo-kun that you guys are going to discuss the mission for next Monday... and I've asked our driver to stop downstairs. I'll text you when I get home, Jie-kun."

Xia Youjie had no reason to insist anymore, so he just nodded: "Okay, be careful on the road then."

Gojo Satoru smiled brightly and waved his hand: "Looking forward to seeing you next time~"

……

The headquarters of the Panxing Sect’s Time Vessel Society and the home of the Sons of the Stars.

During the Nara period, as Tengen was spreading Buddhism in Japan, he established a moral foundation for the minority group of sorcerers, which later gave rise to the Bankei religion, which was a gathering of non-sorcerers.

The world of spellcasting and religious organizations are like fire and water, and the current Pansei Cult [The Vessel of Time Society] was born from this distortion.

"I didn't expect you to come over, Xiaoliang."

This is a huge stone building that can accommodate thousands of people. The vast dome is carved with intricate reliefs. They are not the universal Jesus and angels, but many strange figures or animals whose faces cannot be seen clearly.

On the huge altar in the center stood ten middle-aged men in long white robes. The leading man took a step toward her and said, "I'm very sorry about your parents' situation."

The man had a kind and amiable face. He was the representative director of Panxing Sect, Tian Yuanmao.

He still looked calm, and his words were like the care of an elder to a younger generation, "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, I was a little full from dinner, so I took a walk to digest it, and before I knew it I had ended up here."

Huailiang lowered the brim of his large black cloak and casually walked towards the altar. "But I have a question. Can you tell me who the man with the stitches on his head that you made a deal with is?"

"Yes, that deal... the deal that took an ancient seal from my parents."

Tian Yuanmao's amiable expression finally changed. He twitched nervously for a moment, then put on a false smile. "Is there some misunderstanding? I don't even know what a seal is—"

"laugh--"

A huge blue-gray tentacle suddenly emerged from the void. The seemingly soft tentacle instantly pierced through the chest of a man who was trying to secretly press the communication button on his mobile phone, and twisted and threw him into the air.

The man's legs twitched a few times, and then he fell to the ground motionless as large amounts of scarlet blood splattered.

"Bang--" The tentacle swung violently, and the warm corpse broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Under the vast and empty dome, there was an instant of deathly silence.

"I forgot to mention that my patience is limited."

Huai Liang supported himself with one hand and sat on the cold stone altar. "Can you tell me your name now?"

Dozens of thick and twisted tentacles extended behind her, some waving in the air, and some with open suction cups tightly attached to the colorful glass windows and the surrounding ground.

The strong light inside the "church" made their smooth and sticky bodies shine.

Tian Yuanmao's face turned pale, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I really don't know what you are talking about-"

"Pfft."

Another senior executive beside him was pierced by the tentacles. He lost his life without even having time to scream and was thrown away mercilessly.

The bright red blood splashed onto the faces of the people on his left and right. One of the men finally endured such horror and screamed with tears streaming down his face: "I say! I know! He is a senior executive in the directorate, he is——"

Before he could finish his words, his head suddenly exploded like a watermelon, scaring the remaining six Panxing Sect leaders into screaming.

Huai Liang frowned slightly, this was not what she did.

She keenly sensed a trace of the stench of cursed energy lingering in the air, so was she planted with some secret technique that had to be kept secret?

Tian Yuanmao was sweating profusely. Facing the girl's cold gaze, he whispered, "I'm sorry... I really can't do anything."

The legs hanging on the edge of the stone altar swayed a few times, Huai Liang tilted his head and whispered: "Then can you tell me, what is the function of that ancient seal?"

"I, I don't know either, but that adult said it would be useful to him... I really didn't think of harming your parents, really! You have to believe me!"

"If I am destined to fall with the stars, I have no choice!"

Huailiang nodded, jumped lightly to the ground, and walked towards the door.

As she moved, a scream once again echoed in the air behind her.

Tian Yuanmao screamed: "I told you everything! You clearly——"

Huai Liang paused without looking back: "Ah, did I say I would spare your lives?"

"No, Mr. Tian Yuan, please don't be so naive in the next world. You are already old."

“Tsk, tsk——”

The tentacles waved like the god of death's scythe, reaping all life in the space.

Huailiang had no psychological burden at all about this.

Even without considering the murder of the original body's parents, how can an organization that offers a bounty for killing others at will be good?

Those who kill will be killed. It has been like this since ancient times.

She had no intention of judging everyone. After all, she was also an executioner stained with blood and could not be considered a good person.

Not to mention, their purpose is to prevent Tianyuan from assimilating with the astral plasma.

She knew clearly that the consequences of failed assimilation might lead to the destruction of lives in the future - which was contrary to the goal of her "saving the world" mission.

Since we are shouting the slogan 'If I am destined to die with the stars, I have no choice', then we can calmly accept it as a sacrifice for the lives of millions of people, right?

Huailiang touched his stomach and felt that the feeling of fullness from eating too much at dinner seemed to have disappeared.

She nodded with satisfaction.

——What a refreshing exercise for digestion.