Chapter 191: Hot Spring Inn at a High Curse!

"Now, let our guide Gojo lead you on an unforgettable two-day trip to Miyajima!"

Gojo Satoru was the first to jump out of the car. He struck a confident pose in front of the car and spoke to the people from the high school behind.

"Excuse me." Ieiri Naoko passed by her colleague who was in the way.

"Oh! You absolutely have to try the conger eel rice when you come to Miyajima!" Haibara Yu enthusiastically recommended the local specialty to the players. Nanami Kento, enjoying a rare break, relaxed his brows slightly and added, "The local maple leaf manju are also famous."

"..." Gojo Satoru blinked in disbelief after being ignored one after another.

Geto Suguru patted his shoulder sympathetically.

Ye Mo Zhengdao has been busy with his promotion to principal recently and is unable to spare the time, so only students from the technical college who are free can participate in this trip.

Gojo Satoru, having clearly done his homework, led the players and the others to the reserved hot spring hotel, boasting, "This is the perfect spot I finally decided on after consulting with the elders of the Gojo family!"

"No one knows how to enjoy life better than those old men." He couldn't help but curl his lips.

“This hotel supports mixed bathing and provides snacks and drinks. Overall, it's awesome!”

Little pink flowers were floating around Gojo Satoru, and he was particularly satisfied with his own wit.

until--

"Wu-jun?" A surprised male voice came from behind them.

Zenin Naoya, dressed in a light kimono, looked at them in surprise.

The expression on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly fell.

Hmm!

It seems that the feudal family's taste is not only first-class, but also very consistent.

"Go-kun, I never thought I'd see you here..." Zenin Naoya's delight at seeing Gojo Satoru, the player at the end of the team, suddenly faded. "Why are you here too, woman?"

Not missing their previous conversation, Zenin Naoya glanced up and down with disdain: "A woman...showing her face in public, especially with a man other than her husband and son."

The sarcasm in his tone was obvious, and he was spewing venom without hesitation.

Huiyuan Xiong blinked, holding his hands in front of his eyes. "Isn't there a bamboo curtain blocking the middle of the mixed bathing pool?"

A faint smile crossed Xia Yujie's brows. "The Chanyuan family's medical methods are truly advanced. I didn't expect the injury I sustained at the sister school exchange meeting to heal so quickly."

Zenin Naoya recognized that the person who spoke was a curse spirit operator who was as famous as Gojo Satoru. Without waiting for him to say anything, Gojo Satoru raised his sunglasses and quickly looked at Zenin Naoya.

Then, with an arrogant, condescending, and scornful expression—in short, a face very similar to that of Zenin Naoya—he stabbed back, pointing at the other person's half-exposed chest and saying, "Wearing such revealing clothes in front of outsiders is truly degrading and immoral!"

"You are the young master of the Zenin family, but you have no self-respect at all. Don't you have any sense of shame?" Gojo Satoru shook his head in pretended disappointment.

Zenin Naoya: ???

"Let's go," Ieiri Naoko said calmly to the player, "Let those two young masters from the feudal families continue their magic duel there."

"Oh!" The player turned back reluctantly and followed Jia Ruxiaozi.

"If you don't keep up, you'll be left behind." Geto Suguru reminded his best friend who was immersed in expressing strange opinions.

Gojo Satoru said with a lingering look that he understood.

"Really? Everyone except Jay has left. They didn't even wait for me."

Geto Xia Yu said jokingly: "I'm sorry, I'm the only one who saw your powerful aura."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not..." I did this just to be thanked by the players.

Geto Suguru, who was walking in front, did not notice that the voices of the people around him suddenly faded away until they disappeared.

Unconsciously slowing down his pace, Gojo Satoru showed a rare look of confusion on his face. His sunglasses did a good job of concealing his expression, making it impossible to see his specific facial features.

If not to be thanked, then what is it for?

A faint doubt slowly emerged.

What exactly does he want?

"There's a message board here!" Haibara Yu called his companions to see his discovery.

The hotel has specially reserved a wall for tourists to write down their feelings and take photos as souvenirs.

The player glanced through the messages above and found that most of them were praising the hotel facilities and the food provided.

"Hmm?" Gojo Satoru, having given up on thinking, leaned closer, unbothered by the heat. Seeing what the player was looking at, he was immediately disappointed. "Eh—what? It's just a message board."

Looking at the face right in front of him, the player suddenly reached out and, when Gojo Satoru made a puzzled "Hmm?", held his face still.

Gojo Satoru's eyelashes behind the lens blinked frequently, his gaze following the player's pen tip slowly approaching him, and then he felt the touch of it rubbing against his face.

'Problem child'

The player admired his own masterpiece, and Jiaru Glass gave the player a thumbs up from a distance.

When the player was about to return the pen, Geto Suguru, who had been walking slowly behind him and had just arrived in front of the message board, knelt down and half-knelt in front of the player.

The player was puzzled, but the other party acted even more confused than she was, tapping her cheek with one hand: "Is there no share for me?"

What’s with this feeling of queuing up to get a red flower?

Geto Suguru showed no intention of getting up. The player hesitated, wondering what to write. Not far away, Ieiri Naoko waved, "I suggest writing 'scumbag' here. It just so happens that Gojo and that guy are a perfect match for a scumbag problem child."

"Ha, what does Glass think of me and Satoru?" Geto Suguru chuckled, but did not refute or stop her.

The player thought for a moment, took the other person's hand, and wrote the word "scum" on the palm of his open hand.

"alright!"

Geto Suguru silently endured the itchiness in his palm, his eyes dropped to the well-behaved word "scumbag", and unconsciously clenched his hand after the player released his hand.

After wasting some time in front of the message board, by the time the player went to collect the locker cards, everyone else had already headed to the shower area.

However, the player saw an unexpected figure nearby.

It's hard not to think that Zenin Naoya was waiting here specifically.

As soon as the player walked over, the other party gave a sinister smile and walked towards the player.

The player is ready to cue her into battle mode, only to feel a tugging sensation at the roots of her hair.

Zenin Naoya lifted a strand of hair from his forehead and wrapped it around his index finger, forcing the player to move closer to him. He glanced down at the special-grade cursed item on the necklace in front of the player and said, "I noticed it before. You're still wearing Ryomen Sukuna's finger."

He stroked the smooth light blond hair with his fingertips, and his nonchalant tone revealed a condescending and frivolous attitude: "It seems that you and Ryoumen Sukuna get along well."

He said this, his subtle condescending look making it difficult to detect good intentions: "Wu Jun probably didn't tell you the fate of a sorcerer who colludes with the curse."

Zenin Naoya leaned forward, his proud, upturned eyes curved like a fox's, brimming with clear malice. "...It's—the death penalty."

The players were empty-handed, not sure where Zenin Naoya's confident attitude came from.

Perhaps it was a rare opportunity that the Curse King was in a good mood, so Ryomen Sukuna answered the players' questions with a nonchalant attitude and reluctantly.

The world of curses fears the resurrection of the Curse King, and is naturally suspicious of any disturbance.

Players who have brought Ryomen Sukuna to life and been able to communicate with him have become the focus of attention.

"Hey, so, Sukuna, can you resurrect?" the player asked curiously.

Apart from the first sight, players have hardly ever seen the real Ryomen Sukuna. If there is a chance, I really want to see it.

Ryoumen Sukuna did not deny the possibility of resurrection, and spoke meaningfully with words that were not unfamiliar to the players.

"Suffer the flesh."

The player blinked. "That shouldn't be easy to pull off, right?"

"Hmm." Ryoumen Sukuna responded ambiguously.

For humans who swallow the finger, the fate is either explosion or curse.

It’s not easy to find a container that can withstand his cursed power.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth, suppressing the unbearable hunger.

Otherwise, Li Mei would have already given the finger to the guy in front of him who had a subtle connection with his soul.

"Why aren't you talking?"

The conversation between the player and Ryomen Sukuna could not be heard by others, but from the perspective of Zenin Naoya, it seemed that the player had fallen silent for no reason.

Being ignored and neglected by a woman is something he cannot tolerate.

"Stay away from Wu-kun as soon as possible."

He warned the players.

"You will only make everything deviate from its normal track and make Wu-kun's life trajectory a mess."

Zenin Naoya was still chattering, and Player... Player A went up.

Perhaps it was beyond Zenin Naoya's usual impression of players, and there was visible surprise and subconscious panic on the other party's face.

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Breaking the opponent's spell, the distance was instantly shortened, and before using the next wave of projected spells, the player pinned the unbelievable Zenin Naoya to the ground.

Holding the other person back from getting up, he took out the pen he hadn't had time to return, bit off the cap, and wrote crookedly on the half of Zenin Naoya's face that wasn't touching the ground and was twisted with resentment: "Bad guy"

After succeeding, the player stood up, flicked the tip of the pen with her hand, and smiled friendly at Zenin Naoya who was glaring at her: "This is an oil-based ballpoint pen. I'm afraid you'll have to spend some time washing it off."

"goodbye."

——See you in less than 5 minutes!

The player was shocked when he was held up in the locker room with his back against the door and his hands lifted up.

Seeing that the man was not blonde, the player blinked and realized that the culprit who was keeping the player's feet off the ground was not Zenin Naoya.

"How?"

How did he get here?

Thinking of the reputation of the sorcerer killer, the player tried to recall whether he had encountered any unusual people, or... sorcerers or something.

Is his target in this hot spring hotel?

"Yeah." The other party responded lazily, with no intention of letting the player go.

Now the player cannot be 100% sure of the other party's intentions.

If there were something important to do, he wouldn't waste time here with players.

"...You can't be partial, Miss." He lowered his head, bit the marker stuck on his chest with his teeth, and signaled the player to take it with his eyes.

"Eh..." Realizing that the other party might have seen the previous scene and could probably guess his intentions, the player hesitated with the pen in hand. "The words 'scumbag' and 'bad' that suit Shen Er have already been written to someone else."

and,

The player tries to break free and fails.

Being held up by the other person and trapped in the narrow space formed by his arms, the only place left for the player to write is the face right in front of him. The player has to put his wrist on the side of the man's neck to gain some comfort, and press his fingers on his lips.

The hot air exhaled by the other person when speaking will hit the fingertips, and the player will unconsciously exert force to get rid of the strange feeling.

"I don't mind if you write it on my face too," the mature adult invited.

Writing on your face or something... that would be too humiliating.

——Even though the other party seemed to be completely unaffected.

Players are in awe of the resilient self-esteem of adults.

"Or would you prefer to write it here?" He felt an itchy touch on his lips, and the man opened his mouth to the player, showing his tongue in his mouth.

I can’t write this!

The player's dull look seemed to have caught him off guard. He chuckled, gave up insisting, closed his mouth, and then opened it again—a wild flower appeared on his tongue.

"Hey!" The player exclaimed in shock, "How did you do that?"

"Like it?" He half-closed his eyes, letting the surprised players look at him curiously. "I picked these wild flowers outside the hotel."

It should be kept under the tongue so it doesn't affect normal speech. The player thinks for a while and guesses the answer.

but,

He is indeed the cowherd!

Having achieved his goal, the man simply put the player on the ground and began to talk about what he had found out: "Something's not right about this hotel."

After warning the player, the other party stopped talking, no longer revealed any other information, and simply climbed out the window and disappeared from sight.