Chapter 104: Good boy Suzuki Chuan from waking up to leaving Wu...
It took less than a minute from the time Suzuki Kawa woke up to the time he left the Infinite City. Even Kokushibo didn't notice when he woke up.
It had only been three years since he last woke up, and according to normal circumstances, it would take at least another five or six years for him to wake up from his slumber.
After leaving the Eternal Paradise Sect, Suzuki Kawa did not rush back to Infinite City, but walked outside.
"Did you find it?" In the deserted wilderness, the night sky above was dotted with stars. Suzuki Kawa stood by a river with his hands behind his back, looking down at the water. The reflection of the moon was distorted by the water.
The system didn't react for a moment: [What?]
Suzuki Chuan's expression was calm: "The curse appeared on the dead humans."
Because of the intense resentment, a large curse had already formed on the bodies of the two people in the room that Suzuki Chuan saw. It would probably not take long for the curse spirit to be born.
"What? That's not right... Logically, the curse's power is very weak during this period, because of the existence of the second power system. For so many years, the relationship between the two has been increasing and decreasing." The electronic voice of the system sounded in his mind.
"Well... I'll be staying for a while this time. It's time to move to Tokyo from the Infinite City exit."
[Kyoto is still the capital, so Tokyo is pretty desolate, right?]
"No, desolation is better."
Suzuki Kawa whispered.
The system was about to say something when it suddenly became alert: [Someone is coming behind you.]
The blond young man stared at the river without changing his movements despite the system's prompts. He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure already outstanding in this era. His handsome face had a dull expression, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
[…Are you still asleep?] With years of experience working together, the system finally discovered the problem.
Suzuki Chuan expressionless: "How did you know?"
He was emitting a dark aura. "I just fell asleep and this stupid system started yelling at me like it was asking for my life. Do you think I can wake up?"
【I thought you were standing here to show off. 】
Suzuki Kawa curled the corner of his mouth. He was just thinking about whether jumping down would help him wake up, but now he didn't need to think about it anymore, as someone was delivering it to his door.
He turned around and looked at the two people walking behind him, his eyes falling on the Sun Blades in their hands.
"They are from the Demon Slayer Corps." Suzuki Kawa raised his eyes.
One has Breathing of Wind, the other has Breathing of Thunder, it seems they are the backbone of the Demon Slayer Corps.
"The breathing method has high requirements for humans, and they also need to have a certain talent for swordsmanship. Are you pillars?" Suzuki Kawa gathered his sleeves and looked at them.
The two men looked alert: "Who are you?" They had never heard of this person who knew about the Demon Slayer Corps, the breathing sword technique, and the pillars.
Suzuki Chuan smiled and said, "You've never seen me before, have you? I know so much, so my identity should be easy to guess, right?"
That pale and handsome face did not look human.
——It’s a ghost!
It is not long before dawn. If they cannot defeat this ghost, as soon as the sun comes out, the ghost will be afraid of the sunlight and leave.
The two men looked at each other and rushed forward with knives in hand.
The moment they moved, Suzuki Kawa's eyes changed color, and the words "Upper Rank" appeared. The two swordsmen's pupils shrank, and they clearly saw the words on the other side - "Zero".
"Let me give you a gentle way to die." The blond young man said softly.
A blue flame suddenly rose up, enveloping the two swordsmen. Suzuki Kawa looked at the flame calmly, then raised his gaze to look at the crows flapping their wings wildly in the sky.
He went back to report the news.
But what the two men thought was right. It was almost dawn and it was time to go back.
The flame was still burning, and a figure suddenly appeared beside Suzuki Kawa.
"Huh? You're here." The moment Kokushibo appeared, Suzuki Kawa caught the fluctuations of the Infinite City. He turned his head and looked at his best friend with six eyes, and his expression relaxed a lot.
Kokushibo took a look at the burning green flame. When he looked over, Suzuki Kawa had retracted the flame of his psychic eye, so he only saw a green shadow. There were two corpses lying on the ground, looking peaceful as if they were asleep.
He wanted to say something, but Suzuki Chuan stopped him: "Go back first."
Because the Eternal Paradise Sect was very likely to give birth to a cursed spirit, after returning, Suzuki Kawa and Kokushibo said that they needed to stay awake for a while, but he couldn't say for sure how long that period would be.
Kokushibo was quite happy.
Suzuki Kawa called Shirohime again and asked her to prepare to move the exit of Infinite City to the Tokyo area, and mentioned what happened to the Eternal Paradise Cult tonight.
Just as he finished speaking, Ando Si suddenly appeared, rubbing his hands and saying, "Well, about the church matter, why don't you go there yourself? It's sunny outside and I'm afraid I'll get sunburned."
Kokushibo, who was carrying the Hollow Crying God, suddenly said, "I'll go."
"Huh?"
Suzuki Kawaya glanced at him and nodded: "That's fine."
Ando Tsukasa: "Eh heh heh? Although Lord Kokushibo is also very powerful, but the sun is already out outside, is it really okay?"
Kokushibo left with the hollow crying god in his arms.
Suzuki Chuan sat in the rocking chair and said calmly: "Don't stare at me, you are different."
Ando Tsukasa: ...What a heartbreaking sentence.
"Come to think of it, he should be more suitable to handle these things than you, even though he learned it a long time ago." Suzuki Kawa tapped the armrest with his fingers, a hint of memory flashing in his eyes.
After letting Ando Tsukasa and Shirohime leave, the rocking chair swayed, causing Suzuki Kawa's shadow to sway and be projected onto the wall.
He looked at the shelf against the wall in front of him. There were a lot of things on it. They should have been placed there by Kokushibo for decoration.
The system shrank its head and was afraid to speak. It didn't know why, but it always felt that Suzuki Chuan had become more and more unpredictable after sleeping a few times. He used to joke with it, but now he was rarely awake, and when he was awake, he would not say anything else.
Just like now, Suzuki Kawa was staring at the shelf in a daze, and the system didn't dare to say a word.
After a long while, Suzuki Chuan finally spoke: "System, can the me of this era and the me of the future coexist?"
"Huh? The rules don't allow that. After all, your soul is in both bodies." The system replied.
Suzuki Kawa touched his chin, wondering if this body would conflict with his original body if he lived to the modern era.
The system received his thoughts and quickly reminded him: [Um, your body probably won't survive until then, because... the plot will kill you, understand?]
It hesitated for a moment, then pulled up a page and showed it to Suzuki Kawa: [Supplementary rules. In a confrontation between the Demon Slayer Corps and the Ogres, the Ogres will definitely lose. Otherwise, the curse system will collapse.]
Suzuki Chuan took a look and curled his lips: "What a broken rule."
He leaned back, the rocking chair creaking. The intricate patterns on the ceiling caught his eye. Suzuki Kawa yawned, "Forget it. We'll talk about it later. Those Demon Slayers don't look like they're anything to be reckoned with. Three hundred years from now...how many years will that be?"
【It was during the Taisho period. 】
"Taisho..." Suzuki Kawa pondered. He was not good at history and it took him a long time to remember when it was. It seemed that the final battle with the Demon Slayer Corps took place at that time.
A time very close to modern times.
"What do you think my chances are of winning against the Demon Slayer Corps?" He became interested and asked the system.
The system is silent.
[The protagonists are in the Demon Slayer Corps, so plot kills will definitely affect you.] It blurted out.
Unexpectedly, he received a sneer from Suzuki Kawa.
"The protagonist?" He pulled out a game console from his system backpack and said without looking up, "When I was fifteen, I also thought I was the absolute protagonist."
This humane system had not yet appeared at that time.
[I understand, it's just a middle school kid.] The system looked at the pixelated game on the screen and thought it was understanding.
Suzuki Chuan skillfully collected the vegetables, saying, "Are you really an AI? How come your IQ is almost the same as Ando's? Or is it that the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked?"
System: [? ? What are you doing!]
"I say, are you really an AI?"
Suzuki Kawa stared at the screen without stopping his hands. He didn't hear any response from the system for a long time, but he didn't care.
By the time he finished harvesting the vegetables and re-sowing them, it was almost dark outside.
He stood up, threw the game console back into the system backpack, stretched, and walked into the inner room.
He opened the door again, and behind it was a small forest.
Near the Eternal Paradise Sect.
Suzuki Kawa was still wearing the white robe, which made him look like a gentleman. His pale face was filled with a pair of deep purple eyes. When he walked out of the dark woods, those purple eyes reflected strange colors.
He stood in front of the gate of the Eternal Paradise Church and looked up to see a huge curse shadow covering the entire church.
You came just in time, the curse spirit has just been formed.
It's a first-level curse spirit.
It was just getting dark, and there were still quite a few people in the Eternal Paradise Cult. Believers and hired helpers from the church were walking around inside. White banners were hung everywhere, and cries of weeping could be heard from time to time.
Apparently, the news of the leader and his wife's death has spread.
Suzuki Kawa just walked in and no one stopped him.
Then he saw a familiar figure in the lobby - it was Ando Tsukasa.
This guy stood in the middle, looking like a normal person, presiding over the funeral ceremony. Douma stood next to Ando Tsukasa, raised his head, and his eyes passed through the believers who came to cry, and fell on Suzuki Kawa who was outside the door.
He is here.
Douma blinked, but in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared again.
Ando Tsukasa felt his trouser leg being pulled, and when he looked down, he saw it was Douma. The child said to him, "I want to go back."
He didn't think much about it and patted the child's forehead: "Go back and rest."
Douma turned around and walked to the back of the house without any reluctance. Ando Tsukasa continued to be busy in the front hall, thinking that since he, the upper rank, was still there, no one could touch Douma. Besides, Douma had been standing for a whole day and was probably tired, so it was reasonable for him to take a rest.
The child in the cassock walked through the familiar corridor and came to the yard where his parents died last night. Sure enough, he saw a familiar figure.
"He said your last name was Suzuki." He stood behind the figure and said.
"Um?"
Hearing the childish voice coming from behind, Suzuki Kawa turned around and saw that it was Douma. He simply waved and said, "It's you, come here."
The child did not seem afraid and walked towards Suzuki River.
In front of him, which he could not see, a huge deformed cursed spirit was baring its fangs and claws, and its two ugly heads were cursing each other. One of the long-haired heads started to cry while cursing.
It was very noisy when it fell into Suzuki Kawa's ears.
Douma's appearance was still very deceptive. Suzuki Kawa touched his head, bent down, picked up the child wearing a heavy monk's robe with one hand, and said, "Can you see?"
"Nothing." Douma followed his gaze and saw only an empty yard.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter, you'll see it soon." The young man's laughter sounded in my ears.
Suzuki Chuan raised his hand: "Blood Demon Art: Searching for Him Among the Crowd——"
A huge monster appeared in the yard.
Douma opened his eyes wide. Such an ugly existence had a great impact on a child of this age. For the first time, an emotion called excitement arose in his usually calm heart, which made him stare at the two-headed monster intently, wondering what this thing was.
"That's a curse formed from the intense resentment after your parents' death," Suzuki Chuan's voice rang out with a smile, "It seems you don't have the talent of a sorcerer."
He did not lower his raised wrist, but instead a ball of green flame exploded from his palm, instantly corroding the huge curse spirit. Amid the curse spirit's twisted roar, his eyebrows remained calm.
Just like the exorcism of other cursed spirits long ago.
"The soul refuses to leave after death and can only burn forever until there is no afterlife." Suzuki Kawa's voice sounded in Douma's ears.
"Now, I have personally killed the last of your parents' souls."
Douma: "Soul? Doesn't it just become nothingness after death? Those stories are all made up."
The cursed spirit was already silent. Suzuki Chuan looked at the remaining burning flame and said, "Is it the soul that determines human existence, or is it the existence of humans that determines the shape of the soul? I also want to know if the body and the soul are one."
"You already have the answer."
Douma looked at the ghost's overly superior face.
Even though he is only five or six years old, his brain can already beat most humans of this era. Intelligence and indifference appear in one child at the same time. Even Suzuki Kawa couldn't help but sigh that Douma is the most suitable human to be a ghost.
He put Douma on the ground, but the corner of his clothes was immediately grabbed by the child. Douma stared at him without saying a word.
"I'm leaving." Suzuki Kawa looked down at Douma.
"Ando will take care of you. If you want to become a ghost, go find him."
He lowered his eyes and their eyes met. Douma raised his other hand. Suzukikawa raised an eyebrow, and his expression changed when he saw what was in his palm.
The young man squatted down for the first time, his eyes fixed on Douma's palm.
I saw a beautiful and crystal clear ice lotus blooming in the tender palm, and a cool breath blew towards me.
It's not vampire magic.
Although the cursed power was weak, it clearly told him that this was a technique he was familiar with.
Suzuki Kawa looked up, a strange color flashed in his eyes. He pressed Douma's shoulders and smiled: "Good boy."
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