For several days after chatting with Gojo Satoru, Shui Jiangyi stayed quietly in the infirmary.

During this period, Megumi Fushiguro and Norose Kugizaki came once, but they came in a hurry and left after a while. It seems that they have had a lot more tasks to exorcise cursed spirits recently, and their fatigue can be seen from their faces.

Most of the time, it was Ieiri Shoko who stayed with Mizue Yi.

Jia Ru Xianzi piled a row of game consoles on his bed. Each one was worth a fortune, and some were even out-of-print editions that were hard to come by. Shui Jiangyi held the game consoles in his hands, afraid that if he slept on them and got a crack, he would lose a lot of money.

He was nervous, and Ieori Naoko, sitting on the bed, said with a smile: "Come on, this is from Gojo Satoru."

Shui Jiangyi was immediately impressed, and quickly became a teammate with Jiarui Gaozi. When they had free time, they both completed a lot of extremely difficult RPG games. They lived a decadent and degenerate life. The system saw Gojo Satoru running around outside and did not notice it. It turned a blind eye and did not comment.

Until... a woman wearing yellow kimono, wooden clogs and a velvet flower on her head knocked on the door of the infirmary.

She had a slender figure, light steps, and a graceful smile that was as light as a blooming lily: "Excuse me, is Mr. Yuji here?"

Shui Jiangyi put down the game console in her hand, nodded slowly in the sharp gaze of Jia Ru Nishiko when he saw her, and asked in confusion: "It's me, what's the matter?"

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The car sped along the street, turning the scenery outside the window into fleeting glimpses.

"Miss, can you tell me who you are going to meet?" In the car, Shui Jiangyi, who was dressed neatly, looked at the woman in kimono standing straight beside him and said with a smile, "This place is already far away from the technical college."

Just now she came to the infirmary alone and asked Shui Jiangyi to go see someone, but she was unwilling to say it directly, and just said that Shui Jiangyi would know after he went there.

Ieiri Shoko was originally prepared to refuse, because the person who made an appointment with Yuji Itadori at this time must be someone high-ranking in the world of sorcery.

But after thinking for a moment, Shui Jiangyi decided to follow her. Jia Ruo Xianzi asked him: "What are you going to do? To be eaten alive?"

Shui Jiangyi replied in a low voice: "Since you have come here, it must be that Mr. Gojo can no longer hold back and cannot refuse."

Jia Ruo Xiangzi thought so too. She was the only one here at the moment. If they used force, she would not be able to resist, so she finally let Shui Jiangyi go with her.

However, after Mizue Yi left, Ieiri Shoko immediately called Gojo Satoru.

"Just call me Yingzi." The kimono woman said, "I know this behavior is annoying, but there is no other way. If I don't do this, I probably won't be able to get you out properly. After all, Lord Gojo is too sensitive about your affairs."

Shui Jiangyi raised his eyebrows: What do you mean Gojo Satoru is too sensitive about his affairs? What did Gojo Satoru do before this?

Yingzi explained with a smile: "Master asked Gojo-sama to take you to see him, but Gojo-sama slammed the door and left, and said bluntly that if Master wanted to see you alone, he would not do it."

Shui Jiangyi suppressed his laughter. This really sounded like something Gojo Satoru would say. He could even imagine Gojo Satoru's voice in his mind. The phrase "doing nothing" was so vivid.

"Then why did you come to see me now?" Shui Jiang Yi asked. Aren't you afraid that Gojo Satoru will come to him again?

Yingzi sighed and said, "The pressure from above has come down, and the adults can't do anything about it."

That's a good statement, but...

The car stopped and Shui Jiangyi was pushed out of the wheelchair. He looked up at the large courtyard in front of him. The wooden courtyard had a rustic feel, and a solemn and dignified feeling washed over him. It was obvious that this was where high-ranking officials lived.

The system in his body said to him with tears in its eyes: "Yi Yi, I feel like they look down on you."

Shui Jiangyi nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

He could sense four or five spell waves alone, and there was even one that looked particularly familiar. It should be... Summer Oil's.

The guy who tried to seal Gojo Satoru with the Hell Gate.

"Let me push you in." Yingzi walked forward, bent down and said to Shui Jiangyi in a gentle voice.

Shui Jiangyi nodded as if he hadn't noticed: "Thank you for your hard work."

The system asked curiously: "Yi Yi, you should know what you will face after entering, right?"

Shui Jiangyi knew, "Maybe it was everyone's combined gift of cursed spirits that was given to me? I guess the one who did the most harm was Geto Suguru."

The system was a little confused: "Why?"

Shui Jiangyi said: "Because I was the one who ruined their plan in the prison."

The system instantly turned into a flower, shedding petals while crying: "Yiyi, you have changed. You were not like this before. I remember you were so scared before. When you heard about a fight, you ran faster than anyone else. How can you be the same as now? You knew you were going to get beaten, but you still insisted on going forward?"

Hearing what the system said, Shui Jiangyi remained noncommittal. He had discovered long ago that when he played a person, his thoughts would always overlap with the character's thoughts, constantly intertwining and developing towards their personalities, causing him to do things that were beyond his nature.

For example, at the very beginning, he was prepared to follow Yuji Itadori's memories, watch the people he cared about die again and again, and finally die gloriously in a battle.

But when he traveled into Yuji Itadori's body and first faced the skinny old man on the hospital bed, he made another choice.

Shui Jiang Yi took the initiative to contact Gojo Satoru, and when the old man was critically ill, he relied on Gojo Satoru and took his last breath.

For example, at this time, he must go in.

Shui Jiangyi knew very well what was waiting for him after he went in, but he knew even more clearly what the outcome would be if he didn't go in.

The people here are all cursed spirits who don't understand human nature. He can just turn around and leave, but everyone around him will lose their lives after he leaves.

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The wheelchair passed through the courtyard, and the breeze blew through the yellow roses planted beside the courtyard.

Yingzi parked Shui Jiangyi's wheelchair in front of a yard, bowed and left.

Shui Jiangyi held his chin and watched the system counting in his mind.

The system beeps nervously: "A dangerous species is approaching you!"

"We have entered the range of one hundred meters! Fifty meters!"

The system could hardly suppress its excitement: "It's here, it's here!"

Shui Jiangyi: ...Those who know know that I will be beaten up in the next second, and those who don’t know think that my blind date partner will arrive in the next second.

The sound of light footsteps fell into Shui Jiangyi's ears, and a pair of cold hands fell on Shui Jiangyi's shoulders.

Xia Yujie smiled and said, "I hate people who deceive me the most. You deceived me and showed up here. Have you thought about what price you will pay?"

The pink-haired boy tensed his shoulders and neck instantly. He gritted his teeth and raised his head to look at Xia Youjie: "It's you? Why are you here?"

"Ah." Kayuki looked at Yuji Itadori's red eyes, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider, his tone was very gentle, but the words he uttered were as cruel as a sword, "I forgot, it's still you, Itadori-kun now?"

The real person hung upside down from the beam and said with a smile: "It's obvious that he did it on purpose. How can we do it? You, a wicked fellow, don't want him to know the truth, do you?"

The pink-haired boy clenched his fists tightly: "What do you mean by that?"

Xia Yujie tilted his head: "What do you mean? You want to frame Gojo Satoru for being sealed. Didn't you promise me that yourself? ...Oh no."

He said sincerely, "It should be the Ryoumen Sukuna in your body."

The pink-haired boy's angry expression had not yet solidified before he turned silent: "So, did he also tell you that we would be there that day?"

Xia Yujie nodded happily: "Yes, but you don't need to be sad."

A large group of howling curse spirits appeared behind him. He whispered, "Today, I will kill you, and he will die too."

Countless waves of cursed spirits surged towards the water river.

Shui Jiangyi had difficulty moving, and although he killed several people, two fists were no match for four hands, and he soon lost the upper hand in the tide of cursed spirits. He maneuvered his wheelchair to dodge left and right, but was still injured in the arm and had several cuts.

The pain made Shui Jiangyi curse Xia Youjie as a beast in his heart and to the system. He faced the challenge head-on, and his cursed power instantly condensed into his fist, making close contact with the red-faced, snake-tailed cursed spirit in front of him.

The cursed spirit twisted its body, opened its mouth and bit Shui Jiangyi's arm, then tore it apart violently, and the bloody arm fell to the ground.

Tsk.

Suddenly someone snapped their fingers.

Geto, who had been lazily leaning aside, became interested. He walked towards the pink-haired boy sitting in the wheelchair with a smile and asked, "Are you awake?"

Ryomen Sukuna glanced at the broken arm on the ground, then regenerated his arm with an expressionless face.

Due to the restrictions of Yuji Itadori's body, his legs could not move. He glanced at Geto Suguru and put his hands together, as if he was not sitting on a wheelchair, but a supreme throne: "You want to attack me?"

Xia Yujie said, "You and I are in the same party, why would I attack you? I just wanted that innocent child to give you control of his body."

Ryoumen Sukuna sneered, "Then you should also remember that I told you so long ago."

"Don't touch this body."

As soon as he finished speaking, vigorous cursed energy burst out from his body, crushing all the nearby cursed spirits into dust. Xia Yujie's eyes turned cold, and the cursed spirit lying on his shoulder flew directly towards the stalls on both sides.

When the cursed spirit came into contact with Ryomen Sukuna's power, it was cut into two pieces and fell into the yellow rose bush.

Xia Yujie took a step back, still smiling: "This cursed spirit is my apology to you. See you at the old place tonight."

Having said that, he pulled away.

Ryomen Sukuna looked at his back, smiled contemptuously, and closed his eyes before the cursed power wave belonging to Gojo Satoru arrived not far away.

Rather than meeting with Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, what he wanted to do at this moment was to meet Yuji Itadori.

…

Looking up, there is deep darkness. In this place that belongs only to Ryomen Sukuna, there is not a single bright light.

Only beside the bloody road leading to the Supreme Throne, there were two rows of dim lights.

Shui Jiangyi, whose body was forcibly occupied by Ryomen Sukuna, could not stand up and sat on the spot. His hand was placed in the blood, and the blood flowed through his fingers.

In this place, Shui Jiangyi was not allowed to contact the system, and Ryoumen Sukuna was not there. He was so bored that he almost started counting the bricks on the ground.

When he counted to the twentieth stone, the water that was flowing slowly on the ground began to ripple.

Mizue Yi raised his head and looked over, and saw Ryoumen Sukuna in a gorgeous kimono.

Ryomen Sukuna walked up to him, Shui Jiangyi looked up at him, his heart beating so fast as if a deer was racing inside him. Of course, it was not the racing of a heartbeat, but an intense racing of a heartbeat, and the reason was simple, because the look in Ryomen Sukuna's eyes was so sharp that one dared not look directly at him.

Ryoumen Sukuna squatted down in front of him, the hem of her gorgeous kimono falling into the water. He said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you afraid?"

Shui Jiangyi's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a second.