God is still on the way to recovery

The walls of the room were covered with spells, and long knotted ropes hung from the ceiling, with what appeared to be dull red ends.

Two white candles in front of the room illuminate the room, not even fully showing the ceiling.

Ushio took a deep breath, every cell in his body was clamoring, not wanting to go in.

Inside, it's so dark!

The headmaster of Leyan Temple stood by the door, as if suddenly remembering it, he said casually, "Mr. Mu?"

Miao Mao silently looked at the other party, Leyan Temple's wrinkled face stirred slightly, and said: "I heard from the Wutiao family that you are looking for your own identity."

The old man was as kind and majestic as if he was talking to a younger generation. He patted the young man on the shoulder enthusiastically, as if to encourage him.

Unexpectedly, his hand's touch was so thin, Leyansi put away his thoughts, suddenly, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and he pushed the person in with force with his hand.

Mao Mao staggered a few steps, and then heard the door behind him slam shut, and the old man laughed: "I made some gadgets here, test each other, and you will know the details of each other."

The cold wind passed by, and the two candles in the door couldn't bear it, and slumped out.

Mao Mao pushed the door hard, groping with his fingers in the dark, trying to find the crack in the door handle, but his hands could only touch the rough wall and talisman paper.

"Damn..."

He took out his mobile phone from his backpack and found that there was no signal, Uramo turned on the flashlight and looked around.

One by one, the runes are on the inside, not like defending against foreign enemies, but for the guys in the house to see.

"Ok?"

Ushio felt a chill on his neck, touched it, but found something like hair.

But his hair is not so long...

"Little devil."

Someone is talking in front of you.

Miao Mao slowly raised his head, and a tall body stood in front of him, behind it were countless low-obedience and small, covetous curse spirits.

"who are you?"

Its face was painted with complicated black incantations, and the evil spirit around it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, slowly suppressing the entire secret room.

On the high ceiling, countless grotesque curses were entrenched there. They were like a pool of Gu worms. After the strongest Gu king appeared, they all obeyed each other and obeyed quietly.

"I don't know..." Ushio's voice trembled, not because he was afraid of them, but because he was afraid of the dark, "but I want to go out..."

"Oh? Then," Curse slowly grinned ferociously, "you are the food."

**

It was hard for Gojo Satoru to describe this feeling.

When I came back from the United States, I saw a package of courier left at the guard. It was still signed by Mao Mao from Yanzhen, and it was sent three days ago.

However, Urashige himself did not come to the Tokyo High School of Curse Arts.

I called, but no one answered. I asked the teacher in Yanzhen, and was told that Mao Mao had left two days ago.

And when he saw that the recipient of the formalities had indicated the Kyoto High School of Curse Arts, Gojo Satoru realized that he had been tricked by the higher-ups.

At that moment, the strongest conjurer had the urge to unscrew the heads of a few bad old men and kick them like a ball.

Followed all the way and appeared at the Kyoto Conjuration High School, Gojo Satoru raised his foot to kick Leyan Temple standing at the door of the confinement room, the old man quickly dodged like a slippery catfish, and stood five meters away, calm Suggestion: "Instead of blaming me, why not take a look at the condition of that brat first, he should have stayed inside for two days, if he didn't die, he would have been torn apart..."

Thousands of mantra spirits have been confined in a narrow space for a whole month, and they are already too hungry to extricate themselves.

At this moment, a living being is thrown into it, so the fate is self-evident.

Torn apart, or assimilated.

Before dying, that kid must have hated and cursed the world.

Leyan Temple is more than 80 years old, and he has seen through life and death early.

The resentment that bursts out before unnatural death is the best fodder for curses.

Conservatives and new factions in the world of conjuration have repeatedly clashed. As representatives of conservatives, Leyan Temple and Gojo Satoru have been at odds for a long time. Now the other party has found an unknown existence, and the high-level conservatives mean to "kill it".

Leyan Temple did not intend to do it himself.

It would be a good result to let this child disappear, or completely lose the will to be a magician.

The magic formula reversed "Cang" and distorted the space, and the three-ton door of the confinement room disappeared instantly, leaving only a deep pit.

The sun shone into the confinement room that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and the dried and burnt talisman papers turned into powder and scattered, and there were still charred wreckage all over the ground, which disappeared completely with a slight breeze.

Looking at it from a distance, Leyan Temple slowly frowned.

These curse spirits are all special grade curse spirits raised by him.

Among them, there is the most special one, which is the assimilated curse embryo that absorbs the fingers of Nuo on both sides.

Double-faced Su Nuo is the king of curses, his fingers inherit one-twentieth of his power, and the curse embryo that absorbs it is already one of the most powerful super-level curse spirits.

If physical attacks are effective against mantra spirits, then super mantra spirits can only be wiped out by intensive missile carpet bombing for a whole day.

Today, 320 eight curse spirits are all destroyed.

This 楪, 17 years old this year.

Among them, the only one who can reach such a state at this age is Wujo Wu of the past.

The six-eyed devil's arrogant appearance of being the only one in the sky and the earth seems to be still in front of him. Leyan Temple knows that there will always be brilliant newcomers born in the changing times, but he didn't expect it to come so soon, and the other party is Wujo Wu's gang.

Maybe his method at the beginning was wrong, and he should win over the other party.

However, unlike Gojo Satoru back then, Uramo himself did not have the proud attitude of a winner after a thousand-man war.

At this moment, he was sitting in the corner with his knees folded, his face buried in his arms, motionless, and his body shrunk into a small ball.

"Mao-jun?"

Gojo Satoru placed one hand on top of the opponent's head.

Miao Mao raised his head, his black hair curled up, his pale face was stained with half-dried tears, his green eyes were dim, and he looked very pitiful.

There was no damage caused by the curse spirit on his body, but the nails on his fingertips were cracked and the blood had dried up.

On the remaining walls around, you can see many traces of hand scratches, which is shocking. You can imagine how long the people inside fumbled on the walls to find the exit.

At that moment, Gojo Wu stared fiercely behind him with a pair of blue eyes, but the old catfish, Leyan Temple, had already slipped away, and there was no trace of him.

The anger that had nowhere to vent was burning in his chest, the white-haired young man let out a breath of foul air slowly, he bent his long legs and squatted down, shook the young man, and said calmly: "Okay, who do you want to kill now, you can say, I will try my best Quick battle."

The conjurer made dangerous remarks, and at this moment he really had the urge to stop being a human being.

"Please……"

Urumo's dry and pale lips parted slightly.

"Please hug me..."

Gojo Satoru did not expect such a simple request.

Without hesitation, he immediately opened his arms and responded to this small pleading.

Yamada stood at the gate of the Kyoto High School of Conjuration, and saw Gojo Satoru walking in a light blue shirt from a distance.

His black uniform coat was draped over Urumo's shoulders, and the latter clutched the coat tightly with both hands, curled up unsteadily in Gojo Satoru's arms with his eyes closed, his exposed fingers were full of cracks and blood.

Yamada saw Urashige's face clearly, that kind of deep emaciation should not appear on such a young child.

Gojo Satoru wore a blindfold, but Yamada could still receive the gloomy gaze from the other side.

The trembling man bowed vigorously and said loudly, "I'm very sorry!"

Then, he whispered: "Mao-jun seems to hate dark and small spaces..."

"Understood." Gojo Satoru walked out of the gate of the college, stopped suddenly, and looked at the man in the suit behind him, "How many meters can you run in 10 seconds?"

"Ah? 75 meters, it's relatively fast..."

Yamada was taken aback, not knowing what the other party was up to.

"Well," the white-haired conjurer smiled, "Then, let's run wild now."

"??"

Yamada was full of question marks, but he didn't dare to ask why, so he had to accept his fate and start running.

Getting farther and farther away from Gojo Satoru and Uroshige, Yamada didn't turn his head, suddenly he felt a shock under his feet, his whole body was unsteady and fell to the ground, and he rolled forward several times before stopping.

Then, he saw that the ground not far from his toes disappeared in an instant, turning into a ravine [-] meters deep.

Gojo Satoru blew up the quaint and luxurious school gate of the Kyoto High School of Conjuration.

If Yamada had a ruler, he would be able to figure out that the width of the ravine in front of him was exactly 75 meters, and the culprit who caused all this stood at the other end of the abyss, standing proudly like a fierce god.

"Tell the old men, whoever dares to touch me again, next time, I will take over this school."

The Kyoto Conjuration College is surrounded by mountains and rivers, covering a total area of ​​87 square meters. Every plant and tree trembles under the harsh words of the strongest conjurer.

That kid is Gojo Satoru's mine!

Yamada realized this fact with his life, and wailed in his heart again.

So can you stop looking for him for this kind of offending Gojo Wu, he still has to save his life to take care of his old mother, woo woo woo——

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Regarding Wutiao teacher’s approach: I read the original work carefully, and when Yuren passed away, wtw didn’t think about killing people directly, but was reflecting on himself.

So I just wrote it like this, if I feel that this kind of plot is very uncomfortable, then I apologize.

But please don't deliberately mock or abandon the article in the comment area, the author is also a human being, so let's compare our hearts.