Chapter 165

Soaking pig brains in alcohol?

When Fuyuki dragged the reluctant person to the location of the downstream festival cemetery they had set, they could see the toothy brain-shaped creature struggling in Gojo Satoru's hands from afar.

“Rōsō,” Gojō Satoru raised an eyebrow at the two of them, “is that your name?”

Dongshu nodded, glanced curiously at the bloody and ugly little thing, and then waved his hand dismissively.

"It's no use anymore. Now that it's solved, it's yours to handle. Remember to bury this grave back in the grave."

She pointed to the gravesite, which had been half-opened and now sadly revealed an empty coffin inside.

After all, now that we've got Lu Suo, Xia Youjie should ideally be in a dead state.

Otherwise, those guys won't be happy if we take over the rotten oranges later.

Fukuro Jinji, on the contrary, looked at the brain in Gojo Satoru's hand with considerable interest: "This thing, isn't it a cursed spirit?"

“Hmm.” Fuyuki said with a troubled expression, “In a way, it can be considered a human being, except now it only has a brain.”

A sorcerer who has existed for a thousand years.

What this little thing originally looked like is not even recorded in the timeline.

All that is known is that it and that Lord Tianyuan were once friends.

Information is extremely scarce.

“Since you’re interested in it, I’ll give it to you for now.” Gojo Satoru shoved the brain into Fukuro Jinji’s hand, then casually picked up the shovel lying on the ground with one hand and stuffed the person whose head stitches had been removed into the empty coffin with the other. “Now I have to restore this place to its original state.”

His eyes lit up; burying a corpse was a wonderful thing for him, and he did it as if it were something perfectly legitimate, fun, and interesting.

"Can you please not sound so excited..." Fuyuki said helplessly.

It makes it sound like some kind of pervert.

"Can this thing be crushed?" Fukuro Jinji pinched a brain tightly together with two fingers, his face showing disgust. He was clearly quite unhappy that Gojo Satoru had thrown such an ugly thing into his hand.

There has been no immediate action taken to throw the person out.

God knows where this thing will run off to if I let go.

Putting aside everything else, the ability of the Lu Suo to prolong life is truly remarkable.

He simply allowed himself to live for over a thousand years with the appearance of a brain-dead creature.

One tricky ending, and here comes another. Dongshu immediately and sternly stopped him: "No, it's much more interesting to take it back and soak it in alcohol than to just crush it."

"Soak it in alcohol?" Fuheshen'er shook his rope. "Are you sure you won't die if you drink it?"

Fuyuki blinked: "I won't die, and I certainly won't die for that reason."

Thus the gods say.

If that's the case, then even if this thing is really poisonous, he won't die.

Dongshu searched and searched, but couldn't figure out a proper way to place the brain.

Gojo Satoru was filling the soil with great effort, and his complexion was full of energy.

Fuhesh was seriously studying how to use this small rope.

You can't actually use it to make medicinal liquor.

The gleaming teeth on the brain were tightly shut, and no matter who held them, they would never have a chance to speak.

Because it has no need to speak.

Looking at the harmonious scene, Fuyuki sighed softly, "If only Jay were here..."

Lu Suo's mind went blank.

It finally understood what had happened.

It turns out that Xia Youjie didn't die at all.

Gojo Satoru has been putting on an act from the very beginning; everything here is for him, but where exactly did things go wrong?

Lu Suo pondered the matter but could not find a solution.

In a daze, it raised its non-existent eyes, and the girl who had been watching it suddenly curled the corners of her mouth.

Lu Suo met a pair of bottomless black vortexes, which gradually eroded its soul. Golden light bound everything around it. The traces of a person's existence in the world were all grasped by a tender hand.

With the gods watching over it, there was nowhere left to retreat or escape.

"Hi."

The deity raised his hand and lightly touched the edge of Lu Suo's teeth; his soft fingers instantly drained all its essence.

Fuyuki: "?"

She stared at Lu Suo, who was foaming at the mouth, and froze.

"I didn't do anything to it."

Why do you look like you're about to die?

Speak up for her! Speak up for her!!!

Fushiguro Jinji and Gojo Satoru looked at her with disbelief.

The winter tree bowed its head helplessly.

She experienced what it meant to be speechless.

Only the light, unaware spiritual energy re-circulated above the winter tree's head, then slowly yawned before merging into its master's body.

*

"My lord, what is this...?" Chief Dog Scroll looked at the strange lump in the jar and slowly typed a question mark.

Dongshu blinked, then put his hands behind his back and said with a serious expression, "This is an evil spirit I went out to exorcise. I have now captured its true form. As for what to do with it, that's up to you."

Chief Dog Roll instantly became serious.

"yes!"

"Please rest assured, we will definitely give you a satisfactory result."

Although he didn't know what the person in front of him was imagining, Fuyuki nodded in satisfaction.

She had just finished speaking and was about to turn and leave when she suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks: "How has Tang Mi been lately?"

Fuyuki still vividly remembers the extent to which the child who served as her bodyguard was spoiled.

Despite being a first-level sorcerer, he has now made a name for himself in the political arena, which is common among ordinary people.

Perhaps before she came into this world, this person was not closely connected with the world of sorcery, but was instead full of interest in the world of ordinary people.

This is also related to the current situation of Dog Roll's family.

well.

"Tang Mi's work has been going quite well lately." When talking about his proudest child, Chief Gou Juan's expression was filled with pride and longing. "If you wish to see her, you can summon her back at any time."

"It's alright." Dongshu waved his hand. "She's doing her job just fine, so there's no need to let some unnecessary trivial matters interfere."

In the world of sorcery that followed, if anyone wanted to change the world, the Dog Roll Clan members, each with their own roles, were an indispensable part of the ordinary world.

Fuyuki doesn't need them to completely replace the high-ranking members of the jutsu world. She wants them to deal with those high-ranking jutsu people as they should, and to sentence them as they should, using the rules of this world to deal with a bunch of rotten oranges.

This way, she wouldn't have to lift a finger, nor would she have to worry about the world collapsing prematurely due to the immense force it could withstand.

"Everyone did a great job. Keep pushing your talents to the limit." A family blessed by the gods since their ancestors...

Dongshu patted the Dog Roll Clan Chief's shoulder with a smile, and as she turned to leave, it was as if some invisible force emanated from the other person's body and entered the identity card inside her body.

This is faith from the other party.

The faith of countless clansmen transformed into strands of protection, tightly wrapping the identity card of the deity, which in turn nourished the winter tree itself.

She is a god, and the god is her.

Like a rootless duckweed, it was guided by her, and then it took root completely in this world.

She walked towards the door.

“Jay”.

The man waiting by the door turned around when he heard the sound; his narrow eyes made it almost impossible to see the expression in them.

But when he takes off his robe, his calm demeanor always makes people realize that his true nature is gentle.

"I am here."

[Author's Note]

Chieftain, just spoil her, hehe [milk tea emoji]