Chapter 97: Dead Tree Revived 16

"Hiss...how did he become like this?" Gojo Satoru took a breath and muttered softly.

It was no wonder that he was so surprised. The Fukuchi Sakurachi in front of him was completely different from the previous information: the white hair that was originally carefully groomed was scattered like withered grass, and the exposed arms and neck were all covered with a layer of black bone armor, which seemed to have grown out of the flesh and blood.

Demonic lin disease? Or something else?

Hoshino Nozomi: [System, can you judge the situation? ]

[Need data for analysis,] the system replied, [Host, thank you for delaying for a while and helping me collect data.]

[Data analysis in progress, progress: 0%.]

In the silence, Nashida was the first to speak: "Was it Fyodor's idea that you turned into this half-human, half-ghost appearance?"

Fukuchi Sakura remained motionless.

Seeing this, Nashida tentatively blurted out the name: "Perhaps I should ask first, are you still conscious? Fukuchi Sakura?"

Fukuchi Sakurachi finally moved. He turned around, making a hoarse sound in his throat, like a dying old man trying to speak, but the movement of drawing the sword was smooth and flowing, and with a flash, the tip of the sword was directly at Nashida's face!

Almost at the same time, Gojo Satoru raised his knee and hit Fukuchi Sakurachi in the abdomen, then half-spun his body and used the force to kick him away!

This attack pushed Fukuchi Sakura back dozens of meters. The tree was broken by the huge impact force, and the dust it stirred up obscured the situation on the other side. Gojo Satoru hissed and rubbed his leg in pain: "Is this guy still human? So hard?"

Nashida did not answer, her heart sank: It seems that Fukuchi Sakura's transformation is far more serious than his appearance. How much human flesh and blood is left under that uniform? From his reaction just now, Fukuchi Sakura's remaining consciousness is very little, so what is guiding him to lurk here?

She was shocked, but she had not forgotten the purpose of her trip. She took this opportunity to find the Vampire Count: [System, conduct detection and identification.]

【Detection and identification, success.】

Suddenly, a glowing dot appeared in front of her right vision, so bright that it almost blinded her. Nashida suddenly covered her eyes: [System, what are you doing? Turn down the brightness.]

[Sorry host, I was afraid you couldn't see it.] The system realized that it had overexerted itself and quickly lowered the brightness.

After the blinding light disappeared, Nashida put down her hand. She was about to have everyone go in to find Plum, but Gojo Satoru and Lanzaka moved at the same time.

"clang--"

The sword suddenly hit the protective shield, the blade was stuck in the gap of the shield and could not move forward or backward, but the tip of the blade suddenly disappeared.

The next second, Nashida flew out, and the place where she was standing was replaced by the tip of the knife. If Gojo Satoru hadn't thrown her out in time, the knife would have pierced her heart.

This knife can actually cross space? !

A cold sweat broke out on Hoshino Mochi's forehead: Lanzaka's power is like chicken ribs at the moment, and the system's data analysis progress has barely passed one third. Should he summon another Lannaro?

While hesitating, something unexpected happened.

The shield that appeared at any time attracted Fukuchi Sakurachi's attention, and the target of the attack became Lanzaca. Even though Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuuya reacted quickly and attacked Fukuchi Sakurachi to try to interrupt his movements, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke's ability tried to tear Lanzaca away, they all lost the best position to rescue in the previous battle.

The person closest to Lanzaca is only him——

Hoshino Nozomi's thoughts came to a halt, and his body reacted subconsciously. He rushed over and held Lanzaka tightly in his arms.

System: [Host, please don’t do anything stupid! ]

System: [Where is Lan Bailijia? Save her! ! ]

After praying to the God of Wind without authorization, the system once again summoned followers for Xingye Wang without authorization after a long time.

The scent of green grass came to the white-haired girl with the wind.

Lanaro raised his hand and gently touched the shining blade with his small wooden staff: "What is this? A small piece of iron? Touch it."

"Crack", the sword broke into two pieces in full view of everyone.

The wind in the forest seemed to have stopped, and only Lan Bailijia's murmur of "the little iron pieces are crisp" echoed in the forest. Everyone was stunned, even Fukuchi Sakurachi stood there in a daze, holding up the knife and looking at it blankly.

Xingye Wang was the first to react, and his mind sensed: Take action!

The other three people shuddered suddenly, came to their senses, and attacked together.

When the attack was about to land, Fukuchi Sakurachi raised her eyes and met everyone's gaze.

But how is this possible? How can one pair of eyes meet so many pairs of eyes at the same time?

Hoshino Wang wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids refused to fold; he wanted to lower his head, but his cervical spine was as stiff as a log and could not bend. He was forced to look up, staring at "him" with his eyes wide open. The dark eyes, where the whites and pupils could not be distinguished, were smiling, mourning, and angry. The ancient chanting descended into his ears, like the song of an angel, distant and deep.

An object as white as snow rolled before his eyes. Xingye Wang couldn't help but reach out to touch it. He felt a sticky and slippery liquid. The object turned around, and its scarlet pupils were fixed on him——

【The will is determined, and success is achieved. 】

Xingye Wang suddenly came back to his senses, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

...Those were all illusions.

He rolled his dry eyes, pretending that he was still in the state of mental pollution, secretly observing the situation of the crowd.

Lanaro seemed to have a natural resistance to mental pollution, and he was barely conscious, but he was a little dazed and lost. The remaining three humans were in trouble, especially Gojo Satoru, whose brain was faster than that of ordinary people and who was more sensitive to pollution like Hoshino Nozomi. At this moment, he covered his eyes in pain, and blood came out from the gaps between his fingers.

On the other side, Fukuchi Sakura was concentrating on repairing the weapon. The broken sword was put together, and the black and red mud-like substance was wriggling in the gap like an adhesive, and slowly covered the entire blade, emitting a stronger and more mysterious smell than before.

Hoshino Nozomi asked: [System, progress.]

System: [Data analysis progress 90%, 91%...]

Great, it's almost over. Hoshino Nozomi breathed a sigh of relief.

...I can't beat him, so I have to run away first.

Hoshino Nozomi takes Lan Bailijia's hand and guides Lannaro's purifying power to cleanse Gojo Satoru's spiritual world.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru's subconscious did not give up resistance, and the purification process went smoothly. Gojo Satoru wiped the blood that kept flowing from his eyes, and immediately used teleportation to take Nashida and the other two away.

[Data analysis progress 100%, analysis completed. ]

Narcita: "Wait! The vampire is still there!"

Gojo Satoru: "Do you know the location?"

After receiving a positive answer, Gojo Satoru threw the others into the helicopter cabin, brought Nashida to the vicinity, picked up the coffin and ran away.

Fukuchi Sakura's sword flashed past him.

In the helicopter, Gojo Satoru just stood up and realized something was wrong: "Where is Lanzaka?"

The girl in his arms did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, she said in a weak voice, "... she is gone."

Gojo Satoru immediately fell silent, not wanting to bring up her sad story again.

He tried to change the subject, but Nashida could no longer hold on, her head tilted, and she fell into a coma.

Gojo Satoru had no choice but to observe his "new companion" with his eyes - a little guy who looked similar to Lanzaka, but was completely different.

The other party was busy using a small staff to treat Nakahara Chuuya and Akutagawa Ryunosuke. The hazy green smoke was inhaled bit by bit, and the complexion of the two was gradually getting better.

"Did you treat me the same way back then?" Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke up.

Lan Bailijia shook her head: "Lan Bailijia was dizzy and her power was chaotic. It was Lady Nashida who helped Lan Bailijia, and together they purified White Nala - that's you, big guy."

"You mean Narcida was not affected?"

Lan Bailijia was stumped by the question. Although it didn't know, it didn't stop it from thinking that Lady Nashida was omnipotent.

Lan Bailijia nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he is a god. Even if he does not have strong offensive capabilities, his spiritual resilience is unmatched by ordinary people.

He thought he had a good mentality and was mentally strong, but in front of Fukuchi Sakura, he still fell into an indescribable fear, as if he was walking in an endless snowfield with no way out.

...What kind of heart is so free of all cloudiness? Are all gods like this, or is she special?

For some reason, Gojo Satoru believed the latter.

*

When Nashida opened her eyes, she had returned to the Mafia base.

"Lady Nashida is awake, drink water." Lan Bailijia raised the cup with great effort and stood on tiptoe. Finally, the person at the window couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the cup with one hand and handed it to Nashida.

"Thank you, Xiongnala." Lan Bailijia thanked.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't reply and leaned back against the window. He learned about Lanzaka's death from Gojo Satoru, and after he woke up, he has been guarding here ever since.

During this time, he was always staring at the remaining desserts on the table.

——I haven’t finished my Lanzaca yet, and I can’t eat any more.

To be fair, his feelings for Lanzaka were not that deep, but he was still upset about Lanzaka's departure.

Maybe he just didn't want to accept it. He didn't want to accept that after so long, he still hadn't become a wild dog running wild, but was still surviving in the cracks like a mouse, being ruthlessly crushed by fate.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind.

Just when I had calmed down a little, Gojo Satoru's shouting next door broke this rare peace.

Gojo Satoru: "How could I possibly like turning into a white-haired loli!!! This is slander!!"