Chapter 51 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 21
The cursed power in Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly flowed backwards like a rolling ink wave, and the dark torrent exploded with a dull roar deep in his flesh and blood.
A muffled groan escaped from Geto's throat, and the meridians under the skin of his lower abdomen suddenly bulged, twitching wildly like a spider web soaked in ink.
The next second, the muscles and bones at the dantian position were like silk torn by an invisible force, leaving a crack that was emitting a faint blue light.
The edge of the crack was covered with dense tentacles of magical power, like the suddenly opened fangs and huge mouth of a giant beast, hovering above the gestational sac containing the baby.
The translucent membrane wall trembled slightly in the vortex of cursed energy, emitting a low hum as the cracks expanded.
The crack in the alien space suddenly contracted and swallowed the gestational sac with the precision of a living thing.
The inky tentacles instantly wrapped around the sac and dragged it deep into the crack.
Only the umbilical cord connected to the mesenteric blood vessels remains outside the body, like a taut blood-colored string.
It trembled slightly between the bulging blue veins, and a few sticky droplets with the luster of cursed power hung at the end.
The aftermath of the dissipation of the cursed vortex was still vibrating the air, and Geto Suguru's drooping fingertips stroked his abdomen.
There were no longer the half-moon watermelons that had been gestating for months. It was as flat as a wasteland washed by a storm. Only the dark purple curse lines winding under the skin remained, like a dry riverbed telling of the turbulent past.
"It's over..." His voice was like sandpaper grinding against metal, with an indescribable melancholy.
My fingertips unconsciously stroked the slightly cool fabric, as if I could still feel the vibration of the fetus moving.
The nails dug deep into the palm of my hand, but the pain was nothing compared to the hollow echo in the depths of my soul.
A feeling of weakness as if his spine had been pulled out spread to his knees. He staggered and held on to the wall, a broken laugh escaping from his throat.
"Okay."
In the dim light of the swaying bronze candlesticks, the wrinkled fingers of the Gojo family elders tapped on the armrests of the sandalwood chairs.
Geto Suguru opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes, and met the other party's sharp hawk-like scrutiny. The cursed energy in the air condensed into ice.
"Jie Jun slept for a long time."
The white-haired elder in the lead covered half of his face with a teacup, and the ripples of the tea swayed on his wrinkled face.
"Now that I see you are well, I have finally put an end to one of my worries."
"It's a pity for Master Liaowu..."
The elder drew out his words, his bony fingers unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup. Scrutiny and suspicion welled up in his cloudy eyes. "He's still fast asleep in the wing room."
"This soul-calling ritual, which utilized the secret techniques of the three great families, was originally intended to help Master Wu break free from his shackles. However, even after the ritual was completed, he remained slumbering like a stone statue."
The old voice was accompanied by a deliberate sigh. In the mist of tea, the corners of his mouth drooped, and the gloominess in his eyes became even more intense.
"Logically speaking, with Master Wu's strength, he should have awakened after the ceremony."
"But now, not only is Lord Wu completely silent, but even the fetus in your belly is inexplicably silent. Mr. Jie, since you've witnessed this firsthand, why don't you tell me? Is there any other hidden story behind this?"
He leaned forward with his back hunched, the loose skin on his neck wrinkling with the movement, like an old turtle ready to pounce.
There was vigilance and doubt in his cloudy eyes, and a hypocritical concern hung on the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was like a dense spider web, trying to capture every subtle reaction of Geto Suguru.
The other elders in the room looked at each other with their eyes fixed on Geto Suguru, and the rustling of their clothes and the chirping of cicadas outside the window hung in the stagnant air.
"Elders, instead of testing me," Geto Xia Yu flicked the non-existent dust off his sleeve with his fingers and walked slowly forward.
"Why don't you wait until I catch the rat behind this, and then come and talk to me—"
He suddenly turned around, his cold gaze swept over everyone, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of bloodthirstiness.
The words stopped abruptly, but the lingering sound made the air in the room tremble slightly. The ending tone was wrapped with a vague murderous intent, which made the hairs on the back of the elders' necks stand up instantly.
The white-haired elder suddenly stood up, and the purple vine-patterned robe belt overturned the tea set on the table. Amid the sound of porcelain breaking, Geto Suguru had already walked to the door.
The sunlight shone on him through the carved window lattices, outlining a dangerous and charming silhouette.
"Next time," he said, his back to the crowd, his voice filled with undeniable pressure, "if you want to know something, you can come directly to me."
The door slammed shut behind him, and the chirping of cicadas once again flooded into the silent conference room.
The darkness was suffocating the stone fort.
The semicircular dome, made of hexagonal stones, now looked like an ancient spider web entangled in spider silk, groaning in death under the invisible force.
First, there was a tiny cracking sound coming from the southeast corner, like the crisp sound of spring silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves.
Then, a hexagonal stone brick suddenly burst, like glass shot through by a slingshot, and the fragments turned into a meteor-like arc.
The pressure spread like a tide, and the hexagonal structures of the stone fortress began to whine one after another.
The gaps between the stones were cracked like a dry riverbed, and the entire stone fortress began to tremble, like an old man shivering in the cold night.
With a deafening roar, the center of the dome collapsed, and hexagonal stones fell like an avalanche, raising a cloud of dust.
Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the top floor of the broken fortress.
"Tianyuan, my friend, it's really not easy to see you."
He chuckled and looked at the ancient locust tree at the foot of the city wall. Among the tangled roots, stood a strange figure.
The dim light flowing in the four eyes was like the phosphorescent fire swaying in the depths of a cold pond, reflecting the most hidden fears in people's hearts.
Juansuo said this without waiting for Tianyuan to answer and jumped down, rushing towards him like an arrow.
The eight-petaled crimson cherry blossoms danced wildly in the wind, like burning flames.
Broken bricks fell behind him like a sad rain of flowers.
The wind carried sand and gravel and hit Juansuo's pale face. The eight-petal cherry pattern rolled in the air flow, turning into broken talismans in the sky and shooting towards Tianyuan.
The edge of the talisman glowed with a faint blue incantation, like a group of fireflies on a summer night, drawing strange tracks in the air.
The branches of the ancient locust tree suddenly groaned as if they could not bear the heavy weight. All the cherry blossoms that had not yet withered on the crown of the tree fell down. The pink and white petals swirled together with the talismans, weaving a bizarre web in the twilight.
Tianyuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the attack coming from the sky. The red copper bell hidden in his sleeve suddenly made a clear sound.
As the bell rang, a complex pentagram formation appeared under his feet, and a green ghost fire ignited at the center of the formation.
The moment the talisman approached, he flicked his finger towards the copper bell, and the sound of the bell turned into a tangible sound wave, which shattered the talisman at the front into powder.
But more talismans penetrated the sound waves and continued to approach. A sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and the Yin-Yang master's folding fan on his waist moved without wind. When the fan was unfolded, the ancient mantra to suppress demons emerged.
The distance between the two people was getting closer and closer until they collided.
Tianyuan raised his right arm to block his chest. After a violent shock, the ground beneath his feet began to crack and spread in all directions.
The blast of air created by the collision between the talisman and the folding fan sent rubble flying all over the ground. The thick roots of the ancient locust tree broke out of the ground under the impact, twisting and rolling like a giant python that had been awakened, and attacked Tianyuan with its fangs and claws.
Fine spell patterns appeared on the surface of the tree roots, glowing with a faint blue light in the twilight, like countless rune chains.
They flexibly wrapped around Tianyuan's ankles and wrists. No matter how he struggled, the bark became tighter and tighter, firmly fixing him to the trunk of the ancient locust tree.
Veins bulged on Tianyuan's forehead as he tried to use his Yin-Yang magic to break free from the restraints, but the spiritual power coming from the tree roots suppressed his resistance like a tide, and the flames that ignited on his fingertips were extinguished in an instant as soon as they appeared.
"Tianwu, my friend, can we sit down and talk now?"
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