Chapter 107
The real person who retreated behind "Zenyuan Jianliu" did not disturb the development there.
He exchanged a glance with the Clepsydra in front of him, and each of them shuttled into the chaotic and noisy crowd, observing Gojo Satoru's situation and preparing to act when the opportunity arose.
You know, this is the only chance to seal Gojo Satoru.
The prison gate has not been fully opened yet, so put the guy into the box.
It would be bad if the opponent had some props on him, such as one that could allow him to suddenly remove the curse and unleash the last bit of cursed power before being completely locked in, or if he gave up on himself and ignored ordinary people to open the field of "Infinite Space".
Gojo Satoru is not a soft-hearted person.
The other party had previously chosen to sacrifice a small number of people to save more people, but now the damage is getting bigger and bigger, and the situation is getting more chaotic. The scale in his heart will continue to tilt. It is always better to take precautions than not.
No matter what, the humans in the subway station are doomed to die.
The real person's mouth smiled slightly, and he was in a good mood.
He consumed a lot of "stock" this time, but with the endless stream of humans in the station moving around like disgusting loaches, he was able to accumulate a new batch soon.
Humans do have a disgusting but undeniable virtue.
There are too many to use up.
Thinking happily in his heart, the real person stretched out his hand and was about to randomly grab a passerby who was running away to change the other person's soul form, but the next second -
He was chopped into a thousand little pieces.
It exploded in the air like a pool of flesh.
...Huh?
The real person felt his own body belatedly and subconsciously wanted to change the form of his soul to restore his body, but he could not change it.
Because the soul was also cut into pulp.
What the hell.
If his soul was chopped into this state, wouldn't he be... dead?
The last bit of consciousness left in the real person was so short-lived that it was fleeting. He couldn't even let out a scream of panic or unacceptance. It dissipated into the air before any emotions erupted.
Following closely behind is the clepsydra.
Noticing that all the modified humans in the station were undergoing mutations and seemed to be breaking into pieces, Louhu felt something was wrong.
"Hey, Zhen..."
Before he could even finish his words, it simply dissipated.
Another one solved.
Shen Du Jianliu expressionlessly retracted the heavy and cold Soul-Releasing Sword, ignored the bleeding from all seven orifices of his body, and turned to look at Gojo Satoru.
The "white-haired boy" with his own shell on his body, with his bright red lips stained with blood, was smiling and saying something.
There is no need to worry about the other party noticing when removing the restrictions. Shen Du Jianliu just dealt with all the cyborgs first, and then the two special-grade cursed spirits.
I had intended to deal with the person who replaced me at the end, but I didn't expect that the other party actually revealed a lot of things that were not conducive to spreading hope.
He frowned, seized the opportunity and kicked forward decisively.
Being kicked away from his spot unexpectedly was something that Luosuo had never expected.
The first thought that came to his mind was, are there reinforcements... ?
Has Geto Suguru arrived?
It's impossible. I have set up many obstacles to prevent others from getting here, and the Panxing Sect has arranged some difficult people to cause trouble.
Even if they were reinforcements, the first people they would notice when they arrived at the fifth underground floor would definitely not be him and Gojo Satoru—
Rather, it is a chaos in which the transformed people and ordinary people are intertwined.
etc.
Thanks to this body, Luosuo noticed almost instantly that the sound and breath of the real person and the clepsydra had disappeared.
There's more to it than just real people and clepsydras.
All the modified humans nearby let out sharp screams, and their breath disappeared into the air.
...How is this possible! ?
As his body was kicked into the air, Kosuo used "his own" super high school level vision to immediately recognize the white-haired figure who was attacking him and was covered in blood.
See the master in the Zen temple.
The lasso fell into silence for a rare moment.
It seems that what the real person saw before is most likely true.
The body's various perceptions are quickly transmitted to the brain, so the brain is aware of all current situations in less than 1 second.
However, even Kamado Kenryu's body could not counterattack in the same amount of time, settle everything, and turn his plan, which was beginning to fail, around.
Unless...羂索 narrowed his purple eyes.
He continued to vomit blood from being beaten, and relied on the rest of his body to grab onto the tunnel wall bricks on the side, forcing his body to stop.
Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand to pull out the earring on his earlobe.
How could Shen Du Jianliu give him this opportunity?
He directly cut off the two slender white arms of the "white-haired boy". Shen Du Jianliu had no mercy on "himself" and stabbed the opponent in the abdomen with a knife.
He knew his condition and which organ in his body was most severely damaged. Almost every time he used his ability, it would cause damage and unbearable pain.
Although his pain tolerance is high, attacking here will definitely make the opponent unable to use his talents as he wishes for a short period of time.
Then, Shen Du Jianliu calmly dug out "his own" eyes, cut off "his own" ears, and proceeded to attack the painful parts of his body in order.
Finally, a blow pierced the impostor's head.
Because the restrictions were on, these actions took less than 0.01 seconds, and the other party had no chance to react.
The skull of "Zenin Jianliu" was smashed, and the brain inside suffered a blow to the soul, completely losing its breath.
The air returned to calm and everything was over.
"you……"
Gojo Satoru, who was pinned not far away, felt that the scene in front of him was suffocating and he couldn't even breathe.
"What have you done?"
The figure that suddenly appeared was covered in blood and had an aura of a technique that the Kamado Miyabi-ryu could not possess. Gojo Satoru did not associate the other party's identity with anything.
He subconsciously focused on the "Shinto Kenryu" who was kicked away.
Indeed, he was a disgusting guy who dared to steal Jianliu's body. The moment Gojo Satoru saw him, he became extremely furious and wanted to cut the other person into pieces.
But.
The soul is the soul, the body is the body.
I witnessed with my own eyes that “Shinto Kenryu” had his hands chopped off, his body smashed, and his tongue pulled out right in front of me…
The pair of dug-out eyeballs rolled around on the dirty ground for a few rounds like unwanted scraps.
Finally, it stopped at his feet in a dirty state.
Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes steadily, staring at the bloodshot purple eyeball without blinking.
The breathing in the chest was getting heavier rapidly, and the string called reason was being pulled wildly in the brain, almost bursting.
He opened his mouth and tried hard to absorb oxygen. His eyes seemed to be stained blood red, and even the ability to have a conversation easily just now disappeared.
Maybe it was because his mind was even more blank than before, but the prison gate wrapped around his body sped up its speed, and it seemed that Gojo Satoru was about to be completely trapped inside...
Shen Du saw Liu coughing up blood. He supported himself on the ground with his Soul-Releasing Sword, rushed forward at high speed and cut off the crimson restraints.
The interior of the Prison Gate cannot use magical power, nor can it be destroyed from the inside.
But it does not mean that people from outside cannot attack it, especially the prison gate that has not been completely closed.
The Soul-Releasing Sword can ignore physical forces and directly attack the soul, causing the most real damage.
Gojo Satoru instantly broke free from the restraints of the Prison Gate, and the unusable cursed energy in his body was gradually recovering.
"...Soul-releasing sword?"
The white-haired man, who supported himself on the ground with one hand and regained his freedom completely, did not use any shameless tactics. He stepped forward and grabbed the slender wrist of the person opposite him.
This knife should be stored in the high school now.
"Where are you from..."
Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly stopped.
He finally saw the face of the "bloody man" opposite him.
The other person was wearing a loose shirt and black pants that were almost stained with blood. The traces of blood from all his orifices made his pale cheeks look like a dead person, and he no longer looked like a human at all.
The young man seemed unable to even lift his hands, and was trying hard to put on earrings with his other pale and thin hand.
The purple eyes I just saw, the white hair soaked with blood, the familiar face that was terminally ill.
There is no doubt that Gojo Satoru's six eyes told him -
This guy is the real deal too.
The scene he had witnessed suddenly flashed through his mind. The two tragic scenes were almost projected onto each other, and he narrowed his blue pupils tightly.
Unlike the guy whose body showed no signs of the technique, one could clearly feel the residual cursed energy and the operation of the technique on this young man's body.
It seems that...
The ritual of summoning spirits.
Gojo Satoru's grip on the other person's hand subconsciously relaxed a little.
It was hard to describe his current emotions, unlike the anger he had just felt when facing the proven counterfeit. He even wanted to step back.
"I say, are you also sent by God to punish me?"
Gojo Satoru was almost laughing.
His six eyes told him that this spell was cast with a command, and the person whose spirit was summoned would unconsciously seek out the most powerful sorcerer present until he was killed.
No wonder the first attacker was a fake.
Because he couldn’t use his magic power just now? Totally underestimated.
“…Why do you say that?”
Shen Dujian Liu tilted his head.
He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, then looked up at Gojo Satoru's situation calmly.
Fortunately, it’s not despair.
Since the barrage was turned off, the purgatory scene just now was not played to the audience, and the desperate world that was not much better than the real scene was not shown to them.
Shen Du Jianliu could sense that his body had almost been stretched to its limit, and he even had difficulty speaking.
Gently pulling the wrist that was being pulled, Shen Du Jian Liu Yin endured the blood clot in his throat and continued to comfort him: "Don't worry."
"I have eliminated all the cyborgs on this floor and those on the ground."
"you……"
Gojo Satoru’s beautiful eyes almost widened.
Noticing the other party's stagnation, Kamado Kenryu thought for a moment and repeated what he had said to Ichichi Jiegao before: "Someone has brought down my spirit."
"I killed the curse master and got rid of his control."
"Long time no see, Gojo-san."
Gojo Satoru: “…”
During this brief silence, the cell phone in the tall young man's pocket suddenly rang.
He held Shen Du Jianliu's wrist tightly and touched his pocket with his other hand. Not only were there a bunch of unread text messages in his phone, but the caller ID on the ringing phone showed it was Jay.
"Jay is coming? Just in time."
Shen Du Jianliu glanced at the other person's mobile phone screen, and now he couldn't even stand steadily.
"This body can no longer hold up."
He would be back in his real body in no time.
If Geto Suguru arrives, he should explain his situation to Gojo Satoru.
"Gojo-san...please don't touch me. I don't want to make you feel sick."
Shen Du saw that Liu had not forgotten the other party's previous reactions. He twitched his thin and weak arm again, and his calm expression seemed to be saying the most normal and confirmed thing.
The curve of Gojo Satoru's mouth that was trying to raise had already completely disappeared.
He couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.
"I……"
He has a lot to say.
It is a rare, unimaginable, and probably the only chance to see the living Kamado Mikuryu.
Gojo Satoru will never forget the way this young man, who had once disappeared from his life, died in his arms.
His blood-depleted figure overlapped with his current tattered appearance. Gojo Satoru's face had become much more mature and even more silent than before.
"I never thought you were disgusting."
He still lacked an apology that the other party had not yet had time to say.
However, the white-haired boy standing opposite suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled briefly.
"Is that so?"
It was a peaceful smile different from that of the fake one just now.
It is not as warm as the warm sun in spring, nor as gentle as the gentle breeze in summer. It is more like a ray of thin sunlight shining through the clouds in winter. Although it is not charming, it is enough to warm people's hearts and make Gojo Satoru fall into a daze.
"That's great, Gojo-san."
Shen Du Jianliu raised his other arm again, pointed the handle of the Soul-Releasing Sword at his temple without hesitation, and thrust it into his head with force.
"I've been meaning to apologize for ruining your cake."
"I hope you received my compensation gift."
As his voice ended...
The spell was lifted, and the boy's body turned into another unrecognizable corpse.
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