Chapter 106

Behind the smiling white-haired boy, there stood a one-eyed volcano-headed man with blue hair who was covering his mouth and laughing secretly.

The blue-haired young man who was covering his mouth and laughing secretly was obviously the special-grade cursed spirit that was released at the subway station this morning.

Shen Du Jianliu was watching the situation over there, and he blinked his bleeding eyes dully.

He imitated another "self" not far away, raised his hand and pulled the corner of his plain mouth.

Um……

I can't make that expression.

The white-haired boy who looked exactly like him had a wicked smile on his face, and there was a long seam line under his silver bangs.

Combining the content previously revealed in the barrage, Shen Du Jianliu immediately confirmed the other party's identity.

Brain flower.

In the comics, he is a villain who took over the body of the dead Geto Suguru and unexpectedly sealed Gojo Satoru.

This is how the barrage introduces each other.

Although he didn't know the so-called villain, all the characteristics of the "white-haired boy" met the requirements.

Kamado Kenryu's gaze followed the smiling white-haired boy and looked back at Gojo Satoru.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who was standing opposite the three "people", was wearing a slim and handsome black uniform. He tightly contracted his bright and dazzling blue eyes, and seemed to be standing there in a daze.

Not even a movement.

An ordinary little cube was lying behind the other party, wrapped with old rusty cloth strips, standing upright in the air with signs of being activated.

To the side of their group of people, there was a big dent in the wall of the subway tunnel, and the bursting purple liquid was embedded in the broken gap, like a grand masterpiece with a strong sense of shock.

Judging from the remaining information——

A special-grade cursed spirit died there.

The young man withdrew his gaze thoughtfully and thoroughly confirmed Gojo Satoru's current condition.

The special class that died on the wall was probably one of the four natural disasters mentioned in the barrage.

Already killed by Gojo Satoru.

I just killed another one at the exit of Inomaru Line. Its name was Tagore.

Well, now there are only two special-grade cursed spirits left to deal with.

...and perhaps one who uses his own body.

Kamado Miru only took 0.001 seconds to confirm the situation over there, so their movements seemed so slow that they were almost motionless.

It is easy to subdue the opponent, but it is also very difficult.

The reason why it was simple was because he was now limiting himself and could kill them instantly.

The difficulty lies in that if the other party also removes the restrictions, you will not be able to catch them by surprise.

However, it is not certain whether that person is willing to open it, because removing the restrictions not only consumes the lifespan of the body, it is also an overdraft engraved on the soul.

Shen Du Jianliu didn't stare at the "white-haired boy" for too long.

He is well aware of his own situation. His physical senses are very sharp. If the time flow rate is not 0.001 seconds, his brain using his own body would probably have discovered his existence with his super high school level hearing and other talents.

The pale boy covered in blood lowered his eyes and glanced expressionlessly at a smiling blue-haired young man with a stitched face behind him.

It is important to save ordinary people first.

That special-grade cursed spirit, including the modified humans created by the other party, must all be eliminated.

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Being stared at for real, the real person felt the hair on his body stand up, although it was only for a moment, the time was so short that it could be ignored...

However, the strong sense of crisis that his soul was being scrutinized still made him subconsciously retreat more than ten meters in caution.

What's going on?

illusion? Or is it that the pressure from Gojo Satoru on the opposite side is too terrifying? ?

He rubbed the goose bumps on his shoulders and felt a rare sense of inexplicable confusion.

To be honest, the real person seemed to be enjoying the show just now.

The story of how things turned out like this started several hours ago.

Around 10 o'clock in the morning, I unexpectedly ran into "Zenyuan Jianliu" in the subway station, and the real person blinked in confusion.

Huh?

It seemed like he had just said goodbye to the Zen temple before leaving?

He took the initiative to call out to the other person, and the sickly white-haired boy turned his head back naturally. The real person couldn't help but look at the other person's expression and appearance carefully.

Hmm… the clothes on his body were different, his forehead without seams was different, and even the soul inside his body was different.

The moment he realized his soul was different, the real person turned and ran.

He... Oh no, this cursed spirit is very careful about his life. Although their souls are different, the body of the white-haired boy is exactly the same as that of "Zen Temple".

Just one glance can cause a shudder in the soul.

Ridiculously strong.

The real person can even be sure that he doesn't need to take the initiative to test, as the opponent can definitely kill him instantly.

The interest that had arisen in him was instantly dispelled. He gave up the opportunity to find out the true strength of the "Zen Temple" and quickly slipped away.

However……

The young man appeared behind him in less than a second, and flew out more than ten meters with his feet rubbing against the ground on his back.

The real person turned around with difficulty and tried to grab the opponent's ankle, but the ability of "transformation without action" didn't work.

Soon, he began to be unilaterally crushed by the young man.

Damn...damn...what the hell is going on!

Who on earth is this person! ! ?

His entire head was covered in blood and flesh, and although he clearly didn't suffer any substantial damage, the real person couldn't underestimate the other party at all. He just felt that the white-haired boy was playing a trick on him.

He wanted to torture himself to death slowly...! !

Feeling the threat of death and the absolute gap in strength, Zhenren almost burst into tears.

Fortunately, the white-haired boy who was pressing on him paused for some reason. He quickly seized the opportunity and rushed far away, without even daring to look back, he dived into the gap in the sewer.

He ran to his base without hesitation, and the first thing the Zhenren who escaped from death did when he returned was to look for "Zenyuan Jianliu".

The other person was sitting there playing mahjong leisurely.

“…”

Zhenren's lungs were so gasping for breath that he couldn't even speak. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and clung to the door frame not far away, half-dead.

"A real person?"

Zenin Jianliu seemed to notice his gaze, raised a white eyebrow and turned his head back.

The white-haired boy in a loose kimono moved lazily, with his scattered hair sweeping across his neck. His delicate and beautiful pale face looked weak and pitiful, and was very pleasing to the eye under the dim light in the dark room.

His voice was also very nice, his weak and cold voice was filled with some pleasant concern.

"Why are you back?"

"Aren't you going to collect 'inventory'?"

Real person: “…”Ahhh.

It's this kind of feeling that makes your heart inexplicably soft when someone shows you some concern.

It seems as if my whole body is filled with hope and energy.

He was instantly charged.

It is totally impossible to project this familiar and caring baby face together with the expressionless and cold devil just now.

It must be two people, right?

To be honest, the reason why Zhenren and the other cursed spirits were willing to stay with Zenyuan Jianliu was because of his words and the powerful strength he always revealed...

Another reason is that this human seems to have many special abilities or magic powers.

The other party can do everything to the best of his ability, and can naturally convince many believers. He also often makes these cursed spirits feel a vague positive energy that seems only humans can feel.

Louhu often praised each other, and this feeling was just right for these new humans.

So that guy is the second person who likes to stick to Zenyuan besides himself.

In their eyes, there is basically nothing that Zenyuan Jianliu can't do.

"I say - Zenyuan, do you have a twin brother?"

Although Zhenren's anger had mostly subsided, he still couldn't help but complain when he recalled how he had just escaped death.

He walked towards the white-haired boy with an dissatisfied tone, asking him to give him a hug to comfort his soul, and waited for Zenin Jianliu to stroke his head and comb his hair as usual.

However, Zenyuan Jianliu's expression suddenly changed a little, and he looked a little solemn.

He had fair skin to begin with, and his bloodless lips looked as if they would spit out blood at any time. His solemn expression made people want to smooth his beautiful eyebrows.

"twin?"

"Do you see 'me' anywhere, real person?"

"Yes, I see—I look exactly like you, but you know my abilities."

The real person knelt down and put his head on the white-haired boy's knees. "The other person's soul is not the same as yours."

"Yeah... they really are exactly the same. I was really beaten up by that guy. If it weren't for my Wuwei transformation, I wouldn't have recognized him."

"Have you fought?"

The white-haired boy who reads Zeninken-ryu as Nozomi frowned even more deeply.

While taking control of this body, he naturally took control of the memories of this body.

Although there seemed to be some problems with the memory of this body, as there was an external force interfering like a restraint, so he could not see everything, but he still had all the memories from the moment the other party joined the technical college.

This guy is a special existence with extraordinary significance to Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

If they find a way to resurrect each other, or use obsession to curse a related cursed spirit to live with them... it is not impossible.

No, that's not right.

He had been hiding in the dark and controlling the situation of Gojo Satoru and the others, and the other party did not resurrect Kamado Miryu.

Then there is another hypothesis, that the other party was suddenly resurrected by himself... and is very likely about to meet up with those guys from the Higher Education Institute.

Kosuo knew that Shen Du Jianliu had many secrets. He knew it from the unimaginable pain he endured every day. Even he could not help wanting to commit suicide sometimes because of the pain.

There are even gaps in the other party's memory, so it is bold to guess that there may really be a way to resurrect him.

In short, no matter what the speculation is, the situation revealed by the real person is very unfavorable to him.

As the company has been able to operate for so many years, it is naturally very cautious and does not ignore any details.

There has been a change of plans.

The action in Shibuya is going to be brought forward.

He couldn't wait until October 31st and would start the plan this evening.

Fortunately, the 31st is approaching, and there are already many warm-up activities and exhibitions on the streets of Shibuya. The most important thing is...

Today is Friday, and the evening before the weekend when people get off work is the busiest time of the day. Nozomi is not worried at all about controlling the number of ordinary people like Gojo Satoru.

In fact, his plan went very smoothly.

Even though the time was advanced and some small details were changed, things still developed as expected.

Fearing that something unexpected might happen, before Gojo Satoru could come up with a solution to the situation, Nozomi walked out with the cyborgs in the carriage and called out to the white-haired man who stood out from the crowd in height.

He knew that Gojo Satoru was not as good as Kamado Michiru when he was alive.

The other party possesses a certain indifference.

He will not have mercy on everyone, and accepts the fact that he cannot save everyone, and will sacrifice a small number of people to save more.

If it were this body of mine when I was alive, I certainly wouldn’t think this way.

However, to be honest, he felt that the original owner of this body did not have much compassion for living beings.

Although he would make some decisions at the expense of himself to save everyone in such a situation, his heart might be even more cruel and cold-hearted than Gojo Satoru.

Thinking of this, Luosuo smiled and waved at the white-haired young man standing opposite him.

Judging from his reaction, I'm afraid he hasn't seen what the real person said, "The divine crossing and seeing the flow."

Then that's no problem.

The lasso breathed a sigh of relief temporarily.

After confirming that the Prison Gate had been initially activated and was wrapping around Gojo Satoru's body as he wished, he even walked over leisurely and poked the white-haired man's handsome cheek.

“…Who the hell are you!?”

"Don't touch me!"

Gojo Satoru's forehead was dotted with blue veins, and the air pressure on him had never been as terrifying as it was at this moment, so terrifying that the entire underground level was shrouded in darkness.

How familiar the white-haired boy standing opposite is.

The body has no cursed power, the skin is pale and sickly, the kimono is almost the same, but the expression and demeanor are completely different.

This guy is definitely not from the Shen Du Jian class.

…

How dare he?

His mind recalled the last image of the young man lying in his arms covered in blood. Gojo Satoru's bangs hanging in front of his forehead were full of shadows, and he was not sure what his expression was now.

However, the frail young man standing opposite blinked his snow-white eyelashes.

He withdrew his hand, and his pretty face showed a look of grievance and innocence.

"You're so fierce."

"You said such harsh words before I died..."

"Even after such a long time of separation, you won't be gentle with me? Please comfort me, Wu."

"I……"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, and his tense body subconsciously relaxed a little.

But what followed was the blood pressure that almost reached its peak and the blue veins all over the forehead.

The corners of his mouth even cracked due to his anger at the other party.

"You are so disgusting."

Looking at the white-haired man's expression, the evil-savvy Nose seemed to feel a little bored.

He naturally knew that Kamado Miru's original personality was even colder, and he acted like this just to shock Gojo Satoru a little, make him think a little longer, and make his plan go more smoothly.

Thinking of this, the "white-haired boy" in gorgeous kimono sighed, and he continued to move closer to the white-haired man who was fixed.

"Hey, stop pretending to know this body so well, okay?"

"ha?"

Gojo Satoru frowned fiercely.

He almost sneered: "So you admit it now, you dare to touch his body."

"So..."

"Don't talk so intimately, okay?"

"Do you know that I have been using the reversal technique every day since I got this body?"

Luosuo pointed at his head and coughed a few times deliberately, and red liquid immediately flowed out of his pale lips.

He did not raise his hand to wipe it, but opened his blood-stained lips and continued with a smile: "The original owner of this body endured pain every day that was enough to drive a person crazy."

"I get a terrible headache when I wake up in the morning. Any sound within a hundred miles rushes into my brain. Tinnitus and nausea are commonplace."

"If it were a normal person, processing or ignoring this mess of information would drive them crazy."

Perhaps because he had been holding it in for too long, Xusuo rarely spoke a few words about his feelings.

"Do you think I want this kind of tattered body full of holes?"

To be honest, although Kamado Kenryu's body is indeed very useful and he possesses talents in all aspects, every plan of his in recent years has been able to proceed very smoothly.

But it is always inconvenient without cursed power, and it is also very energy-consuming to maintain the various functions of this body and to survive with difficulty.

Nozomi prefers Geto Suguru's spell-manipulation technique.

So his current plan also includes killing Geto Suguru, but it has not been implemented yet.

"What did you say?"

Gojo Satoru stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar white-haired boy in front of him.

"I say, why did you always target me?"

"I'm vomiting blood every day, but I'm very sad, Gojo-san."

"Shinto Jianliu" raised the corner of his mouth a little, raised his arms and smiled as he hugged the stiff white-haired man's neck, slowly moved closer to his fair cheek, and whispered to his earlobe:

"So, you better just let me seal you up..."

The words have not been finished yet.

He was kicked away by a pair of legs that did not belong to any party present.