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

The hospital, which had been abandoned for decades, had dilapidated walls and was overgrown with weeds. However, because few people came here, the vegetation and trees inside grew particularly lush.

The sunlight leaked through the gaps in the green tree canopy, casting swaying spots of light on the rough, cracked concrete ground.

"Can you feel its breath?"

Huai Liang was heading towards the hospital complex building with great purpose from the beginning: "In the previous missions, there was a task to track down the remnants of cursed spirits, and we were specially trained for that."

In the past two short weeks, her mental strength has slowly recovered from being almost exhausted to about 10%, and her connection with the Kraken in the mental realm has gradually become stronger.

She had secretly tried to spread out her mental filaments to explore the spiritual realms of the two DKs of the same period, Haibara Yu and Nanami Kento, but unfortunately, she did not detect the existence of their spiritual bodies.

Perhaps this world really only has this special power system of cursed energy, and there are no sentinels or guides. Even the sorcerers she has come into contact with, like the sentinels, have far exceeded the capabilities of ordinary people in terms of physical strength and five senses.

"Even if it's a very weak cursed energy, it can be captured as long as you pay more attention. What's more... it has no intention of hiding at all."

While they were talking, the two of them had already stepped into the door on the ground floor, and the sounds of their footsteps, one light and one heavy, echoed in the long and narrow corridor.

"Unfortunately, the elevator is broken."

Xia Youjie put his hands behind his back and walked up the stairs: "A finger of Ryomen Sukuna was sealed here before, but it was moved to another place after the hospital was closed."

Huailiang asked doubtfully, "Two-faced Sukuna?"

"A curser from a thousand years ago, he had two faces and four hands. After his death, his twenty fingers also turned into special-grade cursed objects that cannot be destroyed, only sealed."

Xia Youjie slowed down his tone, "He is the well-deserved King of Curses. To some extent, those fingers also play a role in suppressing and expelling other cursed spirits."

"It sounds like an ugly thing."

Huailiang followed closely, "Oh, to be precise, it's a very powerful and useful ugly thing."

"That's right."

Xia Youjie paused, his narrow eyes slightly raised, looking diagonally in front of him at the corridor on the fourth floor, "It's there."

Huailiang took a look and found that his eyes had suffered hundreds of points of damage.

This cursed spirit was about three meters tall, with clumps of purple dead flesh tightly stacked and entangled together like an octopus's suction cups.

On each round ball of flesh, there was a big, grinning mouth like a carnivorous plant. A scarlet tongue covered with mucus kept sticking out and licking the body of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old unconscious boy, as if tasting him.

"Hee hee hee……"

"I like... I like the taste of fear..."

Seven or eight steps away from it, two young boys and one girl were huddled on the ground, sobbing with tears streaming down their cheeks. They dared not make a sound for fear that they would become the next snack.

"One person is missing."

"Well, it's his bad luck."

The strange conversation attracted the attention of the boys. One of the boys with dyed yellow hair screamed uncontrollably as soon as his eyes met Xia Youjie's: "Help!"

"Help! Jay! It's me!"

"Fool."

Huai Liang's expression was stern, his figure disappeared in an instant, and the next second he appeared in front of the curse spirit.

With a flash of cold light, the cursed spirit cleanly cut off its long scarlet tongue that was shooting towards the yellow-haired boy.

"Pfft."

The smelly mucus splashed all over the three people who were lying on the ground.

Huai Liang, who was well prepared, had already flashed behind the curse spirit and stabbed the dagger into a ball of flesh.

"Uh-"

The cursed spirit shot out its long tongue again, wrapped around the yellow-haired girl's body and threw it out, as if trying to disrupt her attack.

A pink manta ray suddenly appeared in the air, its fins undulating like waves, and caught the yellow-haired man who was still screaming and falling in the air.

"Keep an eye on the hostages, Ryo-san."

The cursed spirit in pain also let out wails, and the howls spread like a shock wave. Huai Liang held his breath and concentrated on detecting the weak points in the distribution of the opponent's cursed power.

"This is it."

Like a civet cat, she dodged the madly twisting long tongues and thrust the dagger into the smallest tumor hidden in the cursed spirit's back. She quickly cut it open and crushed the beating black heart.

The huge body tilted outward and fell to the ground on the first floor, making a loud "boom" sound.

"Done, call it a day."

Huailiang frowned and threw the dagger away in disgust, splashing mucus onto the white wall of the hospital.

Passing by another black-haired boy standing there in a daze, she bent down and rubbed the fabric of his back with her dagger.

Xia Youjie, who had a panoramic view of everything: "..."

"It's you...it's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Huangmao, who was safely put on the ground by the manta ray, let out a heart-wrenching roar: "Why didn't you come earlier, Xiayou Jie! If you had come earlier, Keiko wouldn't have died!"

"Monster, you are a monster too!"

The other two people who were lying on the ground also burst into tears, their voices filled with mourning for their friends and the fear of surviving the disaster.

The loud condemnation from his former junior high school friend instantly made Geto Suguru's face darken.

Huai Liang's ears hurt from the sharp shouting, so he decided to teach this ungrateful idiot a lesson.

"Keiko is your girlfriend, right?"

"So now you want to blame others for your own incompetence?"

The yellow-haired man was still cursing indignantly: "It's your fault. Why didn't you come earlier? It's all your fault!"

"Ha, that's really infuriating."

Huailiang twisted his neck, took a step forward and was about to grab the other person's collar and send him to the fourth floor, but was stopped by Xia Youjie.

"It's okay, Ryo-san."

Xia Youjie grinned, "After the bill is paid, someone will take care of the follow-up matters, so don't worry about me."

He still looked undisturbed, with his long eyelashes drooping and a tiny glimmer of light in his deep purple eyes.

"How about I call you 'Living Buddha' instead?"

The sarcastic words did not hurt his nerves, but instead the corners of his mouth curled up further.

He thought, what a girl who says one thing and means another.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat the panda shaved ice at Yudao's. It has a very smooth texture. Wu is a frequent customer at his place."

Huai Liang still felt upset. She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at him: "The sweetness of Gojo-kun's taste has reached a lethal level. Thank you for the invitation. I will not consider choking to death for the time being."

Xia Youjie recalled the other party's remarks about "euthanasia" and was instantly tickled and let out a few muffled laughs.

"I said you laughed—"

Before she finished her words, Huailiang's pupils suddenly shrank and she leaped forward like lightning.

A stream of black liquid brushed past Geto Xiayou's ear and hit the wall behind him, instantly burning a big hole.