Chapter 105
"Land, Zen Temple Meets Flow!"
When Shen Du Jianliu regained control of his body, he heard this powerful and old voice in his ears.
He kept his frowning expression and looked at his unfamiliar palm expressionlessly.
He said he had regained control of his body, but this body was clearly not his own.
There was still half of his palm that had not been completely assimilated into his body. Shen Du Jianliu moved his left hand, which was calloused and weak, and a rare dull look appeared in his eyes.
He doesn't have such a weak body.
Fortunately, the moment the wrist was rotated, the left hand became completely pale and thin, and it seemed that it could not lift any heavy objects at all. The wrist was even thinner than the original body.
In fact, it just looks thinner.
[System: Host, this is the situation. ]
[System: The person who summoned you is a curser you met before. She actually didn’t intend to send the host’s soul down here. ]
[System: But you know your body well. It has been transformed into the strongest body that exceeds human limits. The soul of the carrier cannot defeat your body, so your soul directly usurped this body. ]
“…”
Shen Du Jianliu looked around indifferently.
It was evening now, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast an orange-red hue, casting a light golden glow on the busy streets below that were crowded with people.
It was getting dark, and it would be completely dark in about 20 minutes.
The reason why I said "below" was because he was now standing on top of a building that was more than twenty stories high. The whistling cold wind blew the white-haired boy's hair, and his thin figure seemed to be about to fall down at any time on the edge of the roof.
At the bottom of the building is a noisy and chaotic intersection, from where you can also see the statue of Hachiko, the loyal dog...
Almost in an instant, Kamado Miru figured out the location through the well-organized streets and iconic architectural terrain at the bottom of the building.
Still Tokyo.
But it was not in the Ginza area, judging from the map in his mind—
Probably in Shibuya.
The height here is enough to overlook everything within a radius of several hundred meters. As expected, it is the tallest building next to Shibuya Station.
Blue Tower Hotel.
【? ? ? ? ? ? 】
[What's going on? Wasn't A Liu drinking with Dazai? Why did he come here as soon as the screen went black? ? 】
[Confused +10086, where is my family?]
[Isn’t it that someone has turned into a living person again?] Previously, the live broadcast room changed the map several times when seeing the flow of the level.]
[Family members, look behind Liuzai, there is an old lady who looks very familiar! ! 】
[In addition to the old lady, there seemed to be a man. I remember his name was... Zhuye, right? He is a junior who idolizes Nanami.]
The barrage of comments was densely discussing the current situation. Shen Du Jianliu browsed the content in the live broadcast room and immediately understood the identity of the person who summoned him.
However, the old lady behind the white-haired boy obviously had not yet realized that there was a big problem with her technique.
The spirit-worshipping woman...she can also be called the worshipping woman.
More than 10 years ago, she accepted an assassination commission from Shigeru Sonoda, the former legal representative of the Pansei Cult, and disguised herself as the daughter of the target, intending to kill the entire family of the wealthy man who wanted to withdraw his shares.
Who would have thought that a white-haired boy she had never heard of would suddenly appear and ruin her plans...
He almost beat her half to death.
That was the second time that Sanbaipo felt the shock and terrifying pressure that was enough to threaten her future life, comparable to the shock and terrifying pressure that Gojo Satoru, who was only a few years older than her, had brought to her.
On the night of his escape, the worshiper quickly investigated the identity of the white-haired boy.
Zenin Kenryu, the newly adopted son of the Zenin family's patriarch.
A student of Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School, the second generation of "Ten and Jujutsu", not only that...
He is also one of the most outstanding sorcerers in Japan.
Because of the existence of Gojo Satoru, she and her accomplices had been restrained enough. Unexpectedly, such a big shot would appear in the world of sorcery. At first, Sanbaipo truly felt that her life was completely hopeless.
Fortunately, I heard that the boy died later.
She didn't have time to be happy for two days, because the Six Eyes of the Gojo family actually massacred the curse world for the other party, and the survival space of the Sanbaipo became even more precarious.
As a last resort, she joined a hidden underground organization and followed their orders to run to the top of the Cerulean Tower Hotel in Shibuya in the evening and set up a "tent" of entrustment.
Chanbaipo had no idea who the leader of the organization was, and this order was given very suddenly, leaving basically no extra time for everyone to prepare.
But it doesn’t matter, because Chanbaipo has means to protect her life, so she is not afraid of encountering too much danger.
because……
She risked her life to get the hair of Zenin Miru that was stuck on his clothes before his death.
In addition, she also obtained the remains of Zen Temple Shen'er just in case.
These two people are undoubtedly among the best in the world of sorcery. Due to their heavy psychological trauma, the worshipper is more inclined to summon the spirit of a white-haired young man whose powerful strength she has witnessed with her own eyes.
Time goes back to the present.
Unexpectedly, the secret of casting "Tension" was discovered, and those sorcerers attacked the Blue Tower. Now was the time to summon Zenin Jianliu.
"grandson!"
The worshiper fiddled with the dark blue Buddhist beads in her hand, and sat calmly not far away, looking at the figure of the white-haired boy who had completely turned into the one in her memory with an excited expression.
"Quick, do it!"
"Kill the sorcerer on the other side for me."
“…”
Shen Du Jian Liu didn't say anything.
He followed the direction the other party was pointing and looked at the strange young man not far away who was wearing a hood and looked like a bandit or robber.
[Mina-san, I really like what the audience in the live broadcast room said——]
【ah? ? ? ? ? 】
[It’s confirmed, this person is the spirit-chanting woman, the one who summoned Fushiguro Shinobu in the Shibuya Incident in the original novel]
[Wait, so the current timeline is the Shibuya Incident? ? A Liu was summoned instead of Shi Er? But didn’t the Shibuya Incident happen at night? How come the time is advanced? 】
[Dazai said in Lupin, "Halloween is coming soon." I remember that the Shibuya Incident happened on Halloween in the original book, so it seems to have happened earlier now.]
【See the flow: Shibuya Grand Stage, I’ll do it】
[What should I do then? By the way, how did the spirit lady summon A Liu here?]
The Shibuya Incident.
Shen Du Jianliu walked towards the worshiper calmly, looking down at the elderly man sitting there.
He had a photographic memory, so he naturally remembered the other person's figure, and also remembered the Panxing Sect shareholder incident that he had solved before.
"Grandson?"
The worshipper swallowed her saliva and finally realized that something was wrong.
Looking at the handsome face so close to her that gave her recurring nightmares, she couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on her wrinkled old face.
No, there can't be a problem.
In order to prevent the person who summons the spirit from becoming too powerful and breaking free from his own rituals, the worshiper never summons "soul information" but only "body information".
Sure enough, the handsome young man standing opposite nodded and gave her a satisfactory answer: "Okay."
The eyes of the worshipping woman suddenly flashed with relief as if she had been reborn after a disaster. The anxiety and fear in her heart finally calmed down. Before she could have other related emotions -
Her head was taken off.
After making sure that the other party had completely lost consciousness, Shen Du Jianliu withdrew his arm.
According to his observations and the spoilers in the barrage, this person has many lives on his hands, and there is no need to let such a non-desperate person who will spread despair continue to live.
But there was extreme panic and worry in her eyes just now, and it was obviously not appropriate to kill her at that time.
The solution is simple.
The moment the other person's emotions return to normal, just kill him.
Shen Dujianliu shook off the blood stains on his hands indifferently, turned his head and looked behind him without any expression.
"Well!"
The young man named Ino Takuma subconsciously took a few steps back, looking nervously at the boy's face, which was so calm that he seemed like a god overlooking all living beings.
There is no doubt that this is a dangerous person.
He didn't even see how the other party attacked, and the old woman who used the necromancy technique died at the feet of the young man.
Not only that, when the other party fell down, there was still a hint of relief and complacency in his cloudy eyes...even though his head was stepped on and exploded the next second.
What is going on? What’s going on? ! ?
The same thing happened to that old lady. How come she was killed by the person she summoned? ! !
"What's the situation now?"
The cold voice of the white-haired boy interrupted Ino Takuma's brainstorming.
"ah?"
"What's the situation now?"
Shen Du Jian Liu repeated it.
"Uh... three "tents" suddenly appeared in Shibuya. It's the rush hour after get off work, and there are still a lot of people doing cosplay in the warm-up activities. They are all locked in the "tents". ”
Ino Takuma spoke haltingly, he didn't know why he told the other party, he was really frightened by the boy's overly indifferent aura.
"I, I'm telling you, Mr. Gojo has already entered the tent. Don't think you can get away unscathed..."
"Yeah."
Shen Du saw Liu looking thoughtfully at the street below the rooftop again. He thought about it and jumped around him downstairs.
"Give my regards to Nanami-san for me."
Ino Takuma: “…”
? ? ? ? ?
***
According to the system, even if the person who cast the spell is killed, the person being summoned will not be able to completely break free of the spell.
Will unconsciously seek out the most powerful person on the scene to attack.
But Shen Du Jianliu was a living person after all before he was summoned.
So this kind of restraint has no effect on him.
It is estimated that it will not take long for the spell to be automatically lifted, and Shen Du Jianliu will be able to return to his real body soon...
Or he could go back even if he committed suicide now.
The pale, white-haired boy paced and glanced above his head.
Maybe it was because the current situation was rather special, involving major events in the original comics, and there were especially many comments in the live broadcast room, so Shen Du Jianliu also got a lot of information through this -
Gojo Satoru will be sealed at the bottom of the subway station.
However, since Geto Suguru is not dead now, no one knows how the plot will develop.
Shen Du Jianliu had to go over and confirm before he could feel at ease.
He lowered his eyes and calculated the time it took him and Mr. Dazai to finish their patient explanation and rush here from Ginza.
I'm afraid it's too late.
It would be more convenient to continue moving with this body for the time being.
The white-haired boy, who looked frail, reached the ground floor of the building as fast as he could. He walked through the messy street and immediately noticed a middle-aged man shouting "Help!" not far away.
The other party was huddled in the corner of the street. A strange round creature was chasing him. The man frantically pulled at the door of a barber shop and tried to hide inside.
But the barber shop had been sold for a long time, and there was a heavy padlock on the door. He couldn't open it at all, and he was so anxious that tears came to his eyes.
Shen Du saw Liu rushing over with a frown on his face and punched the disgusting-looking monster behind the man, sending it flying.
Their aura doesn't sound like that of pure cursed spirits.
He helped the middle-aged man who was running around in a panic to his feet, helped him unlock the barber shop and escorted him inside. The white-haired boy glanced at the live broadcast room without changing his gaze.
The barrage called the monster just now a cyborg.
The culprit who created them seems to be the special-grade cursed spirit I met in the subway station this morning, the blue-haired young man named Zhenren.
…
It seems that I shouldn't have let the other person go.
Shen Du Jianliu simply exchanged a level 4 cursed tool from the system, and walked towards the subway station, using a machete to clear out all the cyborgs he could notice nearby. He soon passed a wide overpass.
Different from the messy atmosphere in other areas, this place is relatively quiet, as if someone is stationed there.
In fact, there were people holding on to the other side.
About ten meters away from Shen Du Jianliu, there was a black-haired man who was making arrangements on the phone.
The other person was wearing a neatly-made black suit, with his bangs cut to his eyebrows and combed neatly into a middle-parted shape. His old-fashioned black-framed glasses and serious expression gave him a bit of a corporate-like vibe.
This person seems to be, Ichichi...
Clean and high?
Shen Du Jianliu searched his memory and easily recognized this first-year junior high school student from the fragments.
The boy who helped him guard the special-grade cursed spirit.
Like Jie, his bones have grown a lot, his face is more mature than when he was in high school, and he has become more reliable.
...Perhaps the other party has a talent like "super high school level assistant supervisor".
Because he looked steady and serious, Shen Du Jianliu could see a faint glow of hope spreading from him.
He did not call out to Yidi Zhijiegao, but went up to greet him rashly.
On the one hand, he didn't want to disturb the other party from spreading hope, but there was a very unfamiliar blond man standing behind him.
The man had a strange ponytail and three purple triangles painted under his eyes. He raised his arm holding a sharp sword and pretended to stab Ichi Chieko's body from behind.
[Ahhh help, Miru, please save Ichichi! 】
[I am despairing. This bitch is like an indestructible cockroach. She has brought disaster to many people because of her lucky ability.]
[Wow, although Ijichi looks a little old, his crime is not punishable by death.]
“…”
A lucky talent?
Shen Du saw Liu looking at that side expressionlessly and rushed up without hesitation.
When the blond man was about to stab Ijichi Jiegao, the white-haired boy easily broke the strange sword in the other's hand.
Under normal circumstances, the opponent's arm would have been knocked off, but because Gajiwo suddenly felt itchy, he miraculously retracted his wrist and avoided the fate of having half of his body shot through.
Shen Du Jianliu immediately kicked his leg towards the opponent's head, but the man staggered when he retracted his arm and happened to fall to the ground.
This is not the end yet.
The blade tip that was shattered just now flew out and suddenly bounced back after hitting a building not far away.
It shot right into the blond man's temple.
Whether it's location or timing, nothing could be more coincidental than this.
…
Shen Du Jianliu retracted his left leg which had kicked in vain.
The talent of luck is not only possessed by the other party.
He can also often encounter the things he wants and increase the probability of certain events occurring.
At the moment he was born, many magnetic field problems in his body led to the appearance of luck.
He squatted down and confirmed that the other party had no breath. There was no sign of despair before death. Shen Du Jianliu withdrew his gaze without any expression.
The clothes on his body were a little big, and the white-haired boy, whose complexion looked very sickly, thought for a moment, then silently bent down and rolled up his loose trouser legs.
Unlike his calmness, Ichichi Jiegao, who turned around subconsciously because of the noises, had fallen into deathly silence.
The phone he was currently using fell to the ground.
“You, you…”
Ichichi Jiegao raised his index finger and lost the ability to organize his own words.
After a brief blank, the handsome young man whose face seemed somewhat familiar finally came to mind, and Yiji Zhijiegao's eyes almost popped out.
Could it be that I am already dead?
He was killed by the curse master with a ponytail, so he met the deceased senior who had met him a few times in high school...
But the problem is that he and this senior didn't have much in common. If he hadn't seen his face, he might even have forgotten his specific appearance. Why would he be seeing each other in a revolving door?
Is this a punishment for him forgetting what he looks like...!
"Ijichi-kun, long time no see."
Ichichi Jiegao: “…”?
Shen Du Jian Liu looked at his confused expression, thought for a moment, and only explained his current situation: "I was summoned by a curse master."
"I just killed her and got out of control. Let me tell you about the current situation."
"I can help you."
Ichichi Jiegao: "..."
! ! ! !
As a senior expert who had handled countless cases of cursed spirits and was well versed in all kinds of strange information in the world of curses, Ijichi Jiegao immediately accepted Kamado Miryu's explanation.
Although I have some doubts about his words, there is no better explanation to explain the current situation.
And Ijichi Jie Gao remembered that this senior from the Zenin family was extremely powerful and was once one of the top-class sorcerers...
That year, he also gave himself a special cursed spirit and asked him to guard the gate of the technical high school, and then hand it over to Senior Geto when the time comes.
It was not until today that he understood the value of the other party's easy throwing of a special-grade cursed spirit.
It is not impossible that Shen Du Jian Liu can kill the curse master who summoned him.
With this in mind, Ijichi Jiegao briefly recounted the entire incident and why Shibuya had become what it is now.
"I see."
Shen Du Jianliu pretended to listen and nodded calmly.
Combined with the endless barrage of comments, he completely confirmed his next target.
Kill the so-called four great natural disaster cursed spirits, clear out all the cyborgs on the streets and subway stations, and go to the bottom floor of the subway to check on Gojo Satoru.
"Do you know where my Soul-Releasing Sword is?"
"Eh? Uh...are you talking about that special grade cursed tool?"
"That should be sealed inside the high school."
"Your things have always been kept by Mr. Gojo, and we have no right to touch them. However, this is a special situation, so I will send someone to deliver them to you right away."
Ichichi Jiegao didn't expect that Kamado Miru would suddenly ask this question, and he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with a little stomachache.
"Um."
Being able to obtain a handy cursed tool was undoubtedly a great help. The white-haired boy thanked Yidi sincerely: "Thank you for your trouble."
"No, you're welcome..."
Someone standing opposite couldn't help but swallow nervously again.
It turns out that the senior in my memory had this kind of personality.
It had been so long since then that he almost completely forgot about it.
If Mr. Gojo and the others met each other, they would definitely be happier...
Fortunately, this is a special period, and sorcerers are deployed on a large scale. Items are transmitted very quickly, and Shen Du Jianliu got the Soul-Releasing Sword without waiting for long.
Of course, he also dealt with a lot of so-called modified humans while waiting.
There are simply too many of them.
He used an ordinary level 4 spell tool to kill nearly a hundred of them but still couldn't get rid of them all. Shen Du Jianliu raised his hand and couldn't help coughing softly. This body should have been intact, but within just a dozen minutes of using his ability, his organs began to ache and blood clots formed in his throat.
At the same time when he was dealing with the cyborg in front of him, it was obvious that there were many ordinary people in the nearby streets being attacked by monsters, and they were screaming in despair.
The huge "tent" was like a horrifying hell on earth.
The white-haired boy swallowed his blood and shook off the liquid on the blade, his delicate eyebrows rarely drawn together.
He would never tolerate this happening.
However, with his current strength, it is simply impossible to eliminate all the cyborgs, including those on the ground and underground, in an instant.
——Unless the restrictions are lifted.
Shen Du Jianliu just thought for a second and made a decision.
Without any hesitation, he raised his arm and took off the silver cross on his earlobe.
His vision immediately became sharper, and he could clearly hear sounds hundreds of meters away. All the organs in his body were working faster. The boy's skin was so white that it was transparent that his temperament changed in an instant, and the emotions in his eyes were completely cleared away.
Just by hearing, he confirmed the locations of all the cyborgs in the area, as well as the four natural disasters mentioned in the barrage.
But there was a voice that made him very confused...
Shen Du Jian Liu drew away the Soul Release Sword in his hand and exerted all his abilities, burning off almost 20 years of life from this body as a prerequisite -
Within two seconds, all the cyborgs on the ground in the entire Shibuya area were cleared out at a limit that was impossible for humans to achieve.
He swallowed the blood that he almost vomited out in big gulps, ignored his bleeding ears and nose, and holding the bloody handle of the Soul-Release Sword, he walked steadily into the nearby Inomaru Line subway station entrance.
Soon, he found the first of the so-called four natural disasters behind the pillar.
Togen.
He used the Soul-Releasing Sword to eliminate the opponent in a few strokes, and the special-grade cursed fetus didn't even twitch. Shen Du Jianliu watched expressionlessly as the opponent spit out mountains of human corpses and asked the system to close the live broadcast room.
Following the sound he heard, the boy continued to go deeper, ignoring some floors where fighting was taking place, and rushed towards where Gojo Satoru was at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Wherever he passed, no other living creature survived except some shivering ordinary people.
It takes so long to remove the restrictions, and Shen Du Jianliu can feel that he can hardly hold the sword.
Not yet.
His left eye was about to burst first. He glanced around, ignoring the blood flowing from his eyes, and went straight to the source of everything—
Five underground floors.
The moment Shen Du Jianliu walked up the stairs to this floor, the first thing he saw was a train full of densely packed cyborgs.
There was no doubt that they were pouring out of the carriages in large numbers, killing or eating the ordinary people crammed in.
Screams of pain echoed throughout the entire basement. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other. Some were running everywhere, some had their bodies torn in half by the cyborgs, and some lost children were crying and looking for their parents.
…
This is a situation that cannot be left unchecked.
Fortunately, Shen Du Jianliu just asked the system to close the live broadcast room.
The situation on Gojo Satoru's side was also very critical. Fortunately, as long as he wanted, the speed of these people would be almost still in his eyes.
So, the white-haired boy, whose body was soaked with his own blood, took 0.001 seconds to look straight to where Gojo Satoru was standing, following the sound he had heard on the ground before.
To be more precise, he was looking at the opposite side of Gojo Satoru—
There stood a white-haired boy with a delicate and handsome face and a very slim figure.
He was wearing a dark blue kimono with a black haori on top, and his fair face, which should have never shown much emotion, was...
At this moment, he was smiling with the corners of his lips curled up, and waved his hand leisurely towards the opposite side.
Different from the cold impression given by his aloof expression, the white-haired boy narrowed his purple eyes cunningly, and paired them with a handsome and loose dark kimono, his every move exuded a sense of coolness and handsomeness naturally.
He tilted his head, and the silver earrings on his earlobes fell down to his fair neck. The long scar hidden by his bangs did not hide the boy's handsome cheeks at all.
"Long time no see, Gojo-san."
The other party kept raising his hand, the arc on the corner of his mouth slightly raised revealed a bit of wickedness, and his tone sounded very relaxed -
"Do you miss me?"
“…”
Shen Du Jianliu who was standing not far away:? ? ? ?
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