Chapter 167
Winter Tree: Is Vadashi going to execute Tiger Cane?
Using words as weapons, turning nothingness into reality, death into life, and summoning the lonely to gather around...
It's miraculous and beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; it's something only gods could do.
Fuheishen stared for a long time until the person opposite noticed and turned around. Only then did he take a step forward: "You didn't go back, so you're here picking leaves?"
He glanced at the bare branches.
"You seem quite interested, kid."
I don't know if it's a compliment or a joke.
Fuyuki blinked: "Mm."
After responding, she walked straight ahead.
Noticing that the person behind her wasn't following, she turned around in confusion: "Aren't you coming along?"
Fuheshchen smiled: "Alright."
"Um."
She fell silent.
Everyone noticed this change in Fuyuki.
The god who once had a deep love for sweets and even enjoyed going out to play has suddenly become quiet these days, sitting in the house all day long, as if conserving his energy and waiting for something.
Chief Dog Scroll had been anxious for some time when one day, Gojo Satoru suddenly came to visit and talked to him about something, which calmed down the tense atmosphere in the Dog Scroll family.
Fuyuki noticed the change. The situation, which she had been unable to change despite her patient persuasion, had been resolved just like that, and she was very puzzled.
Upon hearing her words, Gojo Satoru said casually, "I told them that you are saving up divine power for your future plans."
Fuyuki was taken aback: "Huh?"
"From an outsider's perspective, you don't look to be in very good shape."
Fuyuki never realized how worrying it was for her to be deep in thought.
Gojo Satoru tossed his hair and raised an eyebrow: "You haven't grasped the essence of appeasing this group."
For the Dog Roll family, nothing else matters; the most important thing is that their gods are safe and sound.
As for the others, they can be put aside for now and ignored.
"Why did you suddenly come to Dog Roll's house?"
"spine."
The dog curled up thorns at school.
"He hasn't seemed very peaceful these past few days."
Dongshu was momentarily dazed, forgetting that the child was still in school.
Despite being quite young, she has already started working life, juggling school, work, and even injuries...
Tsk.
The system in this world really needs to be addressed. It's not so dire that even children have to work. There are so many adult sorcerers who are capable of working.
However, most of the resources for sorcerers at all levels are controlled by the higher-ups, and as those at the higher levels, they naturally do not need to frequently undertake missions and risk death.
Children in schools are their targets for exploitation.
After all, the wealth of high-ranking officials also needs the support of ordinary people.
High-ranking officials who were unfamiliar with the world of sorcery wanted to use their power to deal with unknown threats.
To some extent, it is also mutually beneficial.
"I know you're worried about something, but if you can't control your emotions, it won't just be you who's worried."
Gojo Satoru squatted down and looked her in the eye.
"You should know that God is the source of life for believers."
Fuyuki clutched the clothes to her chest tightly; the scalding hot ID card made her gasp for breath.
This power puts her at the pinnacle of this world, and for that, she needs to find a balance.
Without believers, gods will disappear.
If believers cannot find peace, the gods will punish them.
...She understood.
Gojo Satoru continued, "I don't understand what you saw, or what mission you were given, but..."
"It hasn't happened yet, has it?"
The gentle words fell into the boiling water of my heart, and were instantly swallowed up by my emotions.
Dongshu looked dazed.
"yes……"
The world is still peaceful. Sister Zhouzhou hasn't shattered this time, and everything can still be salvaged.
“We haven’t even faced off yet, but I can kill him,” she said softly, her voice growing increasingly resolute. “There’s no one I can’t kill.”
If the God of Words says you will die, then you will die.
No room for compromise.
This is the kind of efficiency her ID card should have.
Sister Zhouzhou, even if you break for a moment, it's okay.
Moreover, the identity card serves far more than just giving her identity and power.
Then Dongshu looked up and smiled, "Wu, when you see that child, remember to come find me."
Then they can go and get rid of the rotten oranges.
Before that, she will continue to live a peaceful life in this world.
After overcoming that mental hurdle and apologizing countless times to the world's consciousness as a disclaimer, Fuyuki finally let out a sigh of relief.
"So comfortable..." She lay on the sofa, gulping down her drink, and let out a long sigh of relief under the Dog Roll Clan Chief's gratified and excited gaze.
She looked out the window at the sun; the sunlight was just right, and the breeze was gentle—perfect for calmly waiting for the right moment.
A dark glint flashed in his dark eyes.
She waited.
—Her prey.
*
One year later.
A lamp emitting a yellow glow, countless talismans covering the ceiling and walls, and a pink and black boy tightly bound to a wooden chair...
Wow.
Dongshu blinked and hid her potato chips behind her back. She hadn't had time to tidy herself up before being suddenly brought over.
It's clearly inappropriate to be munching on potato chips in such a serious setting.
Although Fuyuki had been waiting for Itadori Yuujin to appear, after lying down completely... time quietly passed, and she really didn't realize it.
"Is it him?"
Gojo Satoru placed his chair upside down, rested his chin on the back of the chair, and let his arms hang naturally, looking completely relaxed and natural.
The pink and black combination matches perfectly.
"Yes." Fuyuki moved closer curiously; Itadori Yuuhito was still asleep.
It seems they brought her along as well when they brought the other person over.
The poor child still had blood on his chin and was unconscious and restless, looking exactly like a child who had been abducted and abused.
Suddenly, Yuuji Itadori moved, and Fuyuki took two steps back warily.
Gojo Satoru watched her actions with amusement, pulled her directly to his side, and ruffled her black hair like a cat with its fur standing on end, ignoring her displeased look.
Soon the boy opened his eyes groggily. He looked around in a daze. Everything here was unfamiliar and had a look he never saw before.
"Good morning."
A strange man's voice rang in his ears, and his gaze gradually focused on Gojo Satoru, who was sitting backwards on the bench.
Gojo Satoru asked with great interest, "Who are you now?"
Yuuji Itadori managed to utter a strained voice, his memory of the person somewhat vague: "You are..."
"Gojo Satoru, the head of the first year at the Sorcery Academy."
This self-introduction awakened Yuujin Itadori's memory, and his eyes widened instantly: "Jujutsu, Fukuroku..."
Then came the danger—
"senior!"
Yuji Itadori excitedly moved forward, but his body was bound in place. He looked back and saw that ropes and talismans imprisoned him.
Everything here was something he couldn't understand.
In the past ten years of his life, he had never encountered such power.
"There's no time to worry about others now, you've been secretly sentenced to death."
Gojo Satoru smiled, his tone relaxed, and then nudged Fuyuki forward.
"And this is the person who's here to execute you."
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