Chapter 73
Let's go, let's fight, and I'll take a finger.
Time flies, Dongshu counted the days, but every time she saw Fuheishen's penniless face, her eyelids twitched.
He's unlucky himself, and sometimes he brings bad luck to the people around him.
Dongshu held up the bottle cap in her hand, stubbornly looking at it against the sunlight again and again. The words "Thank you for your patronage" were still written on it. Then, she threw it into the trash can next to her in frustration.
"What bad luck."
Upon hearing this, Dongshu puffed out her cheeks and glared at him: "You have no right to talk to me like that!"
Fuheshchen looked into her eyes and clicked his tongue.
They're quite cute.
"Alright, now you can tell me what you want to do, right?" Fu Heishen yawned right in front of her, exuding a lazy vibe.
Dongshu crossed her arms and didn't hold his "unintentional remark" against him.
“Our goal is a finger,” she said, waving her index finger. “It may not be pretty, but it’s very valuable.”
Fuyuki blinked: "You know what I'm talking about, right?"
She spoke in a questioning tone, but her voice was very firm.
"The fingers of the Two-Faced Sukuna." Fuhesh paused for a moment. "What do you need that for?"
Ryomen Sukuna, a being known as the King of Curses a thousand years ago, had a strange appearance with two faces and four hands. After his death, twenty of his fingers were cut off and transformed into a top-grade cursed object, which was then sealed away and is now scattered in various places.
"Fun?"
As she spoke, she herself chuckled, and Fuyuki suppressed her laughter as she said:
"I'd like to take a look, and then I'll put it back."
It won't affect anything, hehe.
Anyway, she's just bored.
Nobody said you can't have fun with two-faced Sukuna.
"Alright, you willful brat." Fuheishen twisted his neck and cracked his knuckles, his expression turning excited. He sensed a powerful and eerie aura.
"See?" As the words fell, the figures of the cursed spirits appeared in Fuheshen's sight.
Dongshu watched the figure speed away, stood still for a moment, and then jogged over there.
The sky was dark.
Now, it's hunting time.
"So weak, so weak, so weak..."
Fuheshel's longsword danced, ordinary magical tools exerting their greatest power in his hands. He was like a hunter entering a hunting ground, reaping his prey with abandon.
It's easy and effortless.
Soon, the low-level cursed spirits were wiped out. He glanced at the two people by the wall, whose fates were unknown, and then turned and left.
When Fuyuki arrived, the place was a mess. Apart from the tragic and chaotic scene, there were only two ordinary people left. Her brow twitched, then relaxed.
Okay then.
"cure."
"forget."
"Sleeping".
These simple words are the result of countless repetitions of her efforts.
It's ordinary, but it works well, and that's enough.
With his spiritual energy spreading, he located Fuheishen's position and Dongshu slowly walked towards it, stepping on the gravel.
Although she tried hard to learn some offensive spiritual power techniques, she was still not very used to them and was more proficient in support abilities.
For example: "shield".
The attacking cursed spirit was deflected by the spiritual energy shield and crushed in the next moment.
She smiled; it wasn't that she wasn't used to it, but that she didn't know how to use it.
The removal of the cursed spirits seemed exceptionally easy for Fuheishen, who had no magical power. He thoroughly enjoyed the battle, but it wasn't quite enough.
Regardless of the level of the cursed spirit, or the prestige of the two-sided Su Nuo fingers.
After all, it's a top-grade cursed artifact, and the few cursed spirits around it are really not enough.
Oh, it's still sealed, and its aura can't escape.
Winter Tree was helpless.
Okay.
Dongshu walked to the wall, frowned, used his spiritual power to remove the obstruction above, and then struck it hard. The seemingly solid wall shattered under his spiritual power.
Under the swirling morning mist, an ancient box is embedded inside, its exterior wrapped in yellow talisman paper, with only the gaps peeking out at the edges revealing that it is made of wood.
It looks like something from a very long time ago.
Fuyuki carefully took it out of the box. The wall next to her was a bit brittle and trembled with her small movements, causing pieces to fall off.
"Now, prepare."
"Know."
With a forceful pull, the entire box detached in an instant, revealing its appearance to the two of them.
The other side embedded in the wall had no talisman; judging from the charred boundary, it had been corroded by something unknown.
As soon as Fuyuki got the box, she retreated abruptly. The next moment, the wall in front of her began to move, and cracks started to appear on the walls of the entire room, growing more and more wooden without stopping.
She sighed, "What a boring cursed spirit."
As soon as he finished speaking, the wall was shattered, and then the fragments were shaken into powder and scattered in the air.
The core part was shattered, and the entire room crumbled in an instant. The narrow, dark environment disappeared, replaced by a spacious room.
The blackboard on the wall was broken and chipped, and the tables, chairs and benches were scattered all over the ground, along with pieces of paper whose writing was illegible.
Everything hints at the prototype of this place.
A classroom that is about to disappear, every corner of it looks real.
Before long, I heard the sound of students talking. They were talking about the food in the cafeteria at noon, then about the troublesome test questions, and then they were all denouncing the school's bad habit of never making up for the days off.
Each and every one of these events felt as if I were experiencing them myself.
Dongshu sighed and steadied the box in her hand: "Don't just stand there, I don't believe you didn't notice."
It's so late at night, who would be talking about lunch with these students!
Also, it's really inconsiderate of them to block out the sunlight from the window for her.
I have never seen such a serious illusion.
"Tch, show some respect to your elders." Fuheishen said, but his actions were anything but hesitant.
He raised his hand and tapped here and there, looking like he couldn't find the trick. After searching one place, he would move on to another. But the classroom was only so big, and he could finish looking around in no time.
Fuyuki watched his actions quietly, saying nothing.
Her brow twitched.
In an instant, her expression turned impatient: "Can't you hurry up! How can you be so useless!"
Fuheishen turned around, his face also showing remorse, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I..."
The power dissipated in an instant!
"Touch it!"
Fuheishen suddenly raised his right hand, his eyes fierce, showing no remorse whatsoever. He forcefully grabbed the cursed spirit's tail and slammed it to the ground, instantly creating a large crater in the otherwise flat ground.
The dust that rose up made Dongshu cough twice.
"Quickly, destroy it!"
There's so much dust, she can't see anything.
"Oh." Fuheshel took out his magic tool and easily cleaved the "illusion master" in two, cutting off its path to survival.
The surrounding conditions changed again, and the peaceful wilderness revealed its true face. Weeds struggled to grow under the moonlight, their withered yellow color devoid of vitality.
Dongshu glanced at the two unrelated people who were out of sight in the distance, then withdrew her thoughts and slowly opened the wooden box in her hand.
A barrier is erected to isolate spiritual energy, and the uses of spiritual power are always diverse.
As the tattered talisman fell out, the wooden box was opened, revealing a long, narrow object still wrapped in talisman paper. Fuyuki patiently opened it.
The withered, thin fingers were tossed to Fukushiro by Fuyuki: "So ugly."
“It’s quite ugly.” Fuheshen examined it for a moment, then suddenly asked, “How much can it sell for?”
He was very interested.
After careful consideration, Dongshu gave his answer: "Priceless."
After all, for many people it's something they'd risk their lives for, while for others it's something easily obtained.
It's something that varies from person to person; for her, it was completely worthless.
"Can it be destroyed?"
"Why do you think it's sealed away?"
Fuheishen clicked his tongue: "...Fine."
Dongshu pouted and looked up at the night sky.
...Speaking of which, she actually witnessed that battle.
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