Chapter 164

You can have a bright and honorable future.

After Xia Youjie "died," the warrant for his arrest naturally ceased.

Gojo Satoru, who was officially responsible for collecting his body, also voluntarily took on the responsibility of guarding the cemetery.

Seeing his enthusiastic expression, Dongshu shook her head helplessly, then reached out and grabbed him.

"If you go there every day like this, that guy definitely won't go anymore if he sees you there."

"So what? Jay is my best friend. It's perfectly normal for me to be unable to move on and to worship him every day. Besides, wanting something without paying a price is just wishful thinking, isn't it?"

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow. "I'm going to torture that bastard. Today I'll let him really experience how painful it is to wait for his chance."

His fists clenched, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Daring to target Jie's remains, simply keeping the cursed spirit watching this place is far too simplistic.

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In a flash, Dongshu's mind conjured up an image of a brain-devouring creature inside someone else's brain, controlling their body like a ghost, sneaking around the cemetery, and constantly scratching its head in frustration because it couldn't find the right moment to strike...

Why do I always feel that this is both grotesque and pitiful?

No, no, no.

She shook her head violently.

It should be ugly and hateful.

I never expected Gojo Satoru to have such a wicked sense of humor.

"Do you really want to catch it?"

"How about today? Let's catch it today." As he spoke, a glint of gold flashed in his black eyes before disappearing completely.

Gojo was taken aback, his gaze falling on the girl's smiling face.

"OK."

He said.

Fuyuki winked at him suggestively, then let go of his hand and turned to leave.

That concludes the matter of the brain-shaped object. The next step is to deal with the two-faced Sukuna and that bunch of cursed spirits.

The most troublesome one is the two-faced Sukuna, but it's not too bad. If the world can hold on a little longer, she can handle it herself.

Dongshu walked slowly. The sun was shining brightly today, so she could only walk in the shade.

Yuji Itadori, we must rely on his strength to deal with Ryoumen Sukuna.

The Son of the World is special; he possesses qualities that are unattainable for others.

As for the other cursed spirits, Gojo Satoru and Natsuyuki are completely fine and can be excluded from the plan for now, allowing them to handle things on their own.

She stopped and pondered slowly.

That means... it seems like liberation is just around the corner.

Fuyuki suspiciously went through the timeline again, somewhat disbelieving that her characters could be completed so easily. But no matter how many times she searched the timelines, she came to the same conclusion.

Her strength helped her clear away most of the obstacles.

Fuyuki let out a soft breath; the intense sunlight overhead made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes and look directly at it.

However, even on such a sunny day, evil spirits remained unmoved.

She waved her hand, and the weak, low-level cursed spirit instantly vanished into nothingness.

In this world, you have to do the tasks yourself.

I feel a little lonely.

Suddenly, a weight came from above her head. Then, when she looked up, the weight disappeared and moved into her hand.

A cup of room-temperature, pinkish-white, super-sweet milk tea was stuffed into the cup by Fuheishen.

Why are you suddenly giving me milk tea?

A man who seemed to be in a good mood waved his hand dismissively: "You look miserable. Have something sweet to cheer yourself up."

Fuyuki blinked, then obediently took a sip. It was sweet; it tasted like strawberries.

She suddenly thought of:

Did you go see Xiaohui?

Aside from secretly going to see her son, she couldn't figure out why he was so happy, since he couldn't possibly have won the horse racing bet.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dog Roll family had someone who was secretly making a fortune and covering for him, Fuhe Shen'er would have long since lost any legitimate way to make money.

Poor and useless.

Tsk tsk tsk.

"Heh, do kids have telepathy?"

Fu Hei was very unhappy.

And it's obvious at a glance.

"Oh dear." Fuyuki chewed on the strawberry pieces in his mouth. "It seems that someone still doesn't have the guts to appear openly in front of her like a peeping tom. What kind of skill is it to watch Xiaohui from behind like a voyeur?"

She was just joking.

After all, everyone knows that Fuheshchen is a dead man on the surface.

Who knows? We can't let those rotten oranges know.

Once the rotten orange found out, it killed it first.

This has always been the basic policy of Fuheshel's "death".

"Then I'll just stop being a voyeur from now on."

Fuheshchen's words were spoken calmly, even with a hint of a smile.

Dongshu suddenly looked up at him, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Was that really the person in front of her who said those words and spoke in that tone?

The sunlight shifted slightly, the scorching heat disappeared, and then gently fell on the side of the man's face.

That face, with a scar on the corner of its mouth, was half still hidden in shadow, while the other half basked in the sunlight with a faint smile.

It looked just like the happy smile that Fuyuki had seen at night.

"Yes..."

He deserves a happy wife, happy children, and a happy self, but in the world of sorcery, given his extraordinary talent, he cannot have them.

Even everything except the children should be put on the path to death.

The world did not give him the right to live.

Fuyuki returned this power to him.

...If you want to survive, use your own strength to seize this opportunity.

She demanded that he completely dismantle this world of sorcery, reduce the corrupt and decadent families to nothingness, and allow true fairness to descend between the capable and the incapable.

Ordinary people who have no way to fight against cursed spirits, sorcerers who possess spells but are forced to serve rotten oranges, laws that are widespread throughout the country but are ignored under this special power...

Constantly mentioning the death penalty and aristocratic families... will only create more suffering, and there is no need to continue this practice.

"You know it's wrong to peep, right?" Fuyuki snapped out of her daze and slurped down a whole cup of milk tea. "Then let's look forward to the good days when we can stand openly in front of each other and put our arms around each other's shoulders."

Dog Roll's family is doing quite well among ordinary people, whether in the business world or the political arena.

As a family whose spells are almost impossible to pass down, if they want to continue worshipping the gods and maintaining the family's operation, they must withdraw from the world of sorcery and gain a foothold in the world of ordinary people.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Fuyuki smiled and threw away her milk tea cup, then grabbed Fukushige's hand and ran in the familiar direction.

"What am I doing? I'm not going to work for free."

"Let's go, there's going to be some fun. Don't worry, you'll get paid."

I was just talking about this with someone, and now it's happened. It seems that Lu Suo was indeed getting impatient.

They pounced on any small opening in their defenses.

Perhaps it should also be said—

As expected of the power of the God of Words.

Unnoticed by anyone, a thin stream of light, intertwined with spiritual energy, gradually spread, connecting the two sides.

A power beyond the world's capacity... The world consciousness, far removed from the political and cultural landscape, slowly opened its eyes. It carefully sensed the world's gradual separation from the shattered timeline, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly closed its eyes again.