Panxing Palace.

Al placed the black-and-white photo of Geto Suguru in the middle, and placed flower baskets and fruits on both sides. Since he had experience in hosting Sato Nauka's funeral, the arrangements this time were relatively orderly.

Gojo Satoru, wearing a five-striped monk's robe, walked into the hall while adjusting his sleeves. Al said to him, "Go-chan, the funeral arrangements have been finalized. We will stay up all night tonight, and the farewell ceremony will be held at noon tomorrow. Those who came tonight don't have to come tomorrow. The fee is 5,000 per person. What do you think?"

"…I don't think so."

Gojo Satoru exclaimed, "Only five thousand? That's fine. Al, come and help me tie the belt of my cassock. This tattered robe is so troublesome."

He pointed at the straps of his cassock and asked impatiently, "How do you wear this every day?"

"No, Satoru, why are you wearing it?!"

Al ignored the increasingly angry voice in his head, walked over briskly, and tied the strap around Gojo Satoru's arm, tying a fancy knot on it.

"Generally speaking, only family members and neighbors participate in the all-nighter. We don't have any neighbors in Bankei Palace, so the only people we need to invite are Bankei Cult family members, Yogata-sensei, and Nozomi. Should we invite Nanami and Haibara as well?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and said generously, "Go ahead, two people can pay 10,000 yuan."

"...be human, both of you."

Al said "oh" and then asked, "Should we inform Jake's parents?"

"Hey, I'm not really dead!" the voice in my head said urgently, "No, even if I'm really dead, don't tell them, you bastards, do you hear me?!"

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear to them. He stroked his chin and thought, "Well... not all parents have the opportunity to attend their son's funeral. It's such a rare experience, why not let them know? Or take a photo as a souvenir."

The corpse in the coffin was so angry that it was about to rise up on the spot, but Al and Gojo Satoru quickly pressed it back into the coffin.

"Calm down, Jay, you're already dead."

"Jie-chan, close your eyes. There is no one in this world who is worth your nostalgia."

Xia Yujie gritted his teeth and said, "It's good for you to know!"

Al and Gojo Satoru worked together to push Geto back to his original position, covered him with the coffin lid, and sat on the coffin, pressing down the coffin with their weight, allowing Geto to bang on the coffin lid.

Xia Yujie shouted, "You two, don't call my house, do you hear me?!"

Al said calmly, "It's okay, baby, your dad is here."

Xia Yujie: “…”

Bastards, I'll kill you when I get out.

Gojo Satoru took out his cell phone from his wide sleeves and said to Al, "Come on, Al, this is a rare opportunity, look at the camera."

They took a lot of selfies, then took down the coffin lid and took photos with Geto in the coffin. As they were taking photos, Gojo Satoru said in dissatisfaction, "Geto, I didn't let you look at the camera."

Xia Yujie: “…”

Arshin admired the photo of him and Gojo Satoru making a V sign in the front, with Geto in the coffin glaring at the back of their heads sinisterly. He thought that this photo could be used directly as a promotional poster for a horror movie. He said, "You are very scary now, Geto. You can go and shoot that... that thing, yes, The Haunted Cop."

"..."

Xia Yujie let out a speechless breath and closed his eyes reluctantly.

He continued to play dead here dutifully, while Gojo Satoru and Al took several funny selfies with clever special effects, until they heard the sound of high heels, then they quickly put away their phones and pretended to be serious about setting up the scene.

The person who pushed the door open was Suda Manami. She was wearing a black dress and her eyes seemed to be red and swollen from crying. She lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Lord Al, Lord Gojo. It seems that people from the Jujutsu Association and the Psychic Association want to come and see Lord Geto."

"tonight?"

"Yes."

Al thought about it and agreed.

Well, all people with special abilities are the same kind as Jie-chan, and they are still family members, so they can come if they want.

He agreed in a reluctant tone: "If they really want to come, they can."

Manami Suda nodded, and then she heard Al say to her, "By the way, Manami, let's assign someone to be in charge of collecting money and keeping accounts. Each person will have 5,000 yuan, and everyone should register it properly. Wu-chan will have to chant sutras later, and I will be in charge of the overall situation. We don't have time to do this."

Manami Sugata: "..."

ah?

It’s already this late, is the focus still on “collecting money”?

In the coffin, Geto said helplessly, "Hey, don't take the money. What if I come back to life? Will you return the money? That would be so embarrassing."

"No." Gojo Satoru said decisively, "To see the corpse of a top-class sorcerer, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's only natural to charge a few tickets."

"Ticket?" Xia Yujie was shocked and asked, "Is this a ticket? Do you believe that someone will sue us for fraud?!"

Gojo Satoru was equally shocked and said, "Wow, Jay, do you think the money we have defrauded over the years is not enough?"

Summer Oil: "..."

Al also said, "Jackie, have you forgotten? The illegal fund-raising you organize once a month is the main source of income for the Panxing Cult."

Summer Oil: "..."

They were arguing in the team channel about whether they were cheating or not, and Manami Suda on the side was surprised and said, "Wait, my two adults, is it Master Gojo who is going to chant the sutra?"

"That's right." Gojo Satoru said calmly, "The money should not be given to outsiders. The appearance fee should not be given to outsiders. By the way, I was the one who chanted the sutra at the farewell ceremony."

She couldn't help but question, "Can you recite the sutras?"

Gojo Satoru said confidently, "Wouldn't it be fine if I just recited a resurrection spell?"

Manami Sugata: "..."

She couldn't help but think of the last funeral where she was dominated by a headless corpse! No way? Master Geto is dead, so why don't you torture him like this? !

Summer Oil: "..."

Haha, karma has its own way, good deeds will be rewarded and evil deeds will be punished. Anyone who recites the resurrection spell at someone else's funeral will definitely hear others recite the resurrection spell at their own funeral.

Gojo Satoru opened his phone and flipped through it, wondering, "Which spell did I copy down last time..."

Al turned around and pushed the coffin containing Kagome Jie to the front in one go. He also placed cushions for the guests in the lobby and arranged the all-night event in an orderly manner.

Manami Suda looked at them for a while, and gradually showed a puzzled expression.

Among the three adults, it has always been Master Geto who is in charge of academic affairs.

Lord Gojo is only responsible for intimidating with force, and since there are usually no foolish people to provoke the Panxing Cult, he is just a decoration in most cases.

As for Lord Al, his main duties are publicity, marketing and internal staff management, and he rarely interferes in academic affairs.

After Geto's death, they suddenly lost their backbone. Suda Manami was originally in a heavy mood and felt that it was possible for the Bandei Cult to disband. However, the most important thing at this time was to send Geto off properly. Only then did she reluctantly cheer up and continue working. But now she saw -

That's not right.

Lord Al and Lord Gojo have different attitudes.

Just when the beautiful secretary was puzzled, she saw Al casually pull out a small white flower from the flower basket and insert it into Xia Yujie's bun. Then the "dead" Xia Yujie suddenly opened his eyes, glared at Al fiercely, and quickly closed them again.

Manami Sugata: "..."

She felt mixed emotions and quietly left the hall.

Al called out to her from behind, "Manami, tell the rotten oranges that the all-nighter starts at 7pm."

"...Okay." Suda Manami said expressionlessly, "I'll let everyone know."

After Suda Manami left, Al suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I almost forgot!"

He quickly rushed into the confessional next door, stole the foundation left there by Tenuchi Riko, picked the whitest shade and applied it directly on Geto Suguru's face.

Xia Yujie, whose face was covered with powder: "..."

Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Al replied seriously, "The dead should be pale. Jerry is too rosy now. He looks alive. That's not good."

Gojo Satoru nodded in a perceptive manner.

He instructed earnestly: "Don't just wipe your face, also your neck and hands."

"Um."

"Hiss, didn't you apply it evenly?"

"Hmm? No, I think it's evenly distributed. Is it just a problem of lighting?"

"Let me do it!"

Ten minutes later, all the exposed skin of Getsu had turned a shade paler. Al nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was almost done.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the hall decorated as a funeral scene opened its doors and guests attending the funeral streamed in.

Yagi Rikyu volunteered to keep accounts at the door.

He seemed even more taciturn than usual, and looked listless, but he was still doing his task seriously.

The three adults of Panxing Cult gave him a new life and a warm home. Now one of them is dead. He is heartbroken and feels that he can no longer be as weak as before. He must be strong to be worthy of Xia Yujie's spirit in heaven.

He is no longer the same Yagi Rikyuu as before.

Rotten Orange... Oh no, the top leaders of the Spellcaster Association personally stepped into the Panxing Palace for the first time.

As they followed the crowd into the hall, a thin hand stopped them: "The admission ticket is 5,000 yuan."

The thin man wearing an eyepatch said seriously.

Rotten Oranges: “…”

Admission ticket? You call this an admission ticket? Aren't you afraid that Geto will jump up and chop people if he hears you?

The rotten oranges had complicated expressions of wanting to say something but not wanting to. Finally, they reluctantly took out 5,000 yuan as an admission fee from their wallets and put it on the table. Yagi Rikyuu seemed not to feel their impatience at all. He stopped the rotten oranges who were about to turn around and leave, and calmly handed them the pens.

"Wait, you also need to write down your name."

The rotten oranges snorted.

It is indeed a cult, it cheats people out of money and has so many problems. No wonder the founder died early.

He bent down and wrote down his name bit by bit. The principal of Leyan Temple behind him looked around but could not find the undercover agent Yamazaki Tai.

"Strange, where's Yamazaki..."

The assistant supervisor Shan Guitui who was standing next to him said: "..."

I'm tired, whatever.

"Principal of Leyan Temple, you are here too."

When Principal Leyanji turned around, he saw Yaga Masamichi standing behind him with a gloomy face, followed by Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu, and several first-year students.

"Alas." Principal Leyan Temple said sincerely, "My condolences, Principal Yemo."

Although he disliked the Pansei Sect, and also disliked Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, he had a good personal relationship with Yaga Masamichi, and knew that Yaga Masamichi loved the two problem children as his own sons. Facing the father who had lost his children, he really couldn't say anything weird.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao forced a smile, but it looked so sad no matter how you looked at it.

Miss Ming, who had graduated a long time ago, crossed her arms and said, "It's too sudden."

It all happened so suddenly.

One of the three top-class sorcerers died inexplicably. This incident shocked the entire Japanese sorcery world and caused panic among the sorcerers.

A powerful cursed spirit of unknown origin killed Kagome Takeru, but what if two more came and killed Gojo Satoru and Kujuku Yuki as well? How many powerful cursed spirits are hiding in the dark of this world? What is the purpose of their repeated attacks on cursers?

The singer An also had a sad expression on her face.

"I haven't seen him for a few years. How could he... just die?"

The rotten orange replied pretentiously: "Who said it wasn't?"

However, what he was thinking in his heart was: That's great, Geto Suguru is dead. According to the principal of Rakugan Temple, Geto Suguru consumed all the cursed spirits before his death. The "Chastity" curse on them has finally been lifted, right?

They entered the hall with their own thoughts and saw the astral body Riko Amauchi crying in front of Geto's coffin: "Asshole Geto, you said you were the strongest, but in the end you were still beaten to death by the cursed spirits. We agreed to celebrate Christmas Eve together every year!"

Kuroi Misato suppressed her grief and pulled her aside: "Miss, don't be like this, the funeral hasn't started yet, the guests are coming in..."

"What are they doing here! Goyu doesn't want to see them! A bunch of rotten, smelly, rotten oranges! They are happier than anyone else that Goyu is dead, get them out!"

"Miss!"

Suda Manami rushed over and together with Kuroi Miri pulled Tenuchi Riko to a corner, trying to persuade her earnestly. Yega Masamichi sighed and whispered, "At least, they didn't save the wrong person back then."

Huiyuan Yu said sadly: "Principal, can we go see Senior Geto?"

Yega Masamichi knew that he had admired Geto the most in the past, so he nodded and said gently, "Go, but don't make any noise."

Haibara Yu hummed, and went with Nanami Kento to see Geto Suguru's body. Ieiri Naoko narrowed her eyes and followed them with an expressionless face.

"Grandmaster Agatsuyu..."

Haibara Yu only shouted this one sentence before he choked up and became speechless. Nanami Kento sighed, shook his head, and pulled his partner away.

So, only one person, Glass, was left in front of the coffin.

Ieiri Naoko: “…”

Jiarui Glass looked down at Xia Youjie expressionlessly.

Xia Yujie: “…”

Ieiri Naoko: “…”

Xia Yujie: “…”

Under the increasingly hostile gazes of the female classmates, a certain Curse Spirit Operator who was pretending to be dead panicked: "Wu, Al, where have you been? Someone come and take Nataro away!"

Al quickly responded, "Wait a minute, Jerry, I'm getting the stereo ready."

"What kind of sound system did you prepare for my funeral? Don't tell me you're going to ask Si Mentong to sing "Your mother's AK14 is hanging on your bedside" at my funeral!"

Gojo Satoru said impatiently, "I'm reciting the resurrection spell, everyone be quiet."

"What resurrection spell are you reciting! Come in and take Nozomi away! I think she knows I'm playing dead!!!"

Al was speechless and said, "Jack, maybe you know something?"

Xia Yujie was alert and asked, "What's going on?"

Al said: "Our chat room has always been a chat room for four people."

Summer Oil: "..."

Al explained: "That means she knows all the conversations we've had in the team channel in recent times."

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud and said in disbelief, "No way, Jay, you didn't know this all along, did you? Hahahahahahahaha! Al, Glass, I told you this guy isn't very smart!"

Summer Oil: "..."

Ieiri Naoko smiled sinisterly: "Kayou, you smell so strongly of foundation."

Xia Yujie: “…”

Weak, helpless and pitiful.

Ieiri Naoko said with a smile: "Let's see how you explain it to everyone later."

Xia Yujie: “…”

It was clearly Al and Gojo Satoru's idea to keep it a secret from others, but now it's like he was the mastermind!

The mute Xia Yujie could only bite the bullet and continue pretending to be a corpse.

After a while, the guests sat down in their respective seats in order. A young man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a black suit, came out, holding a microphone, and bowed to everyone:

"Thank you for coming to the funeral of Getsu-kun. It is with great sadness that I express my sincerest respect to every guest who came to pay their respects!"

He looked more serious than ever before, and even Suda Manami and Ieiri Shoko, who knew the truth, were frightened by him.

Al said solemnly: "Suzuki passed away on February 22, 2008, at the age of... uh, I think he was 18, I'm not sure. Ahem, as the saying goes, people have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. I hope everyone will mourn and not grieve too much."

Al picked up the manuscript and said with great emotion: "Suguru-kun's life was a life of selfless dedication. He dedicated his entire life to the world of sorcery, to his companions, his family, his children, and to the millions of people who needed help."

Xia Yujie: “…”

Wait, there's something wrong with my manuscript, right? Everything else is fine, but what about the "children"?!

"Today, I have been entrusted by the Panxing Cult to hold a grand and solemn funeral for him. Now, please invite Miss Atong to sing a song for Summer Oil--"May There Be No Monkeys in Heaven"!"

Xia Yujie: “…”

Ms. Atong, wearing a black modified kimono, came out and bowed with a sad face: "This song "May there be no monkeys in heaven" is dedicated to Mr. Getsu, who hates monkeys the most."

Xia Yujie: “…”

If he is guilty, please punish him with death instead of letting him lie in a coffin and listen to a bunch of scum holding his funeral.

Teramon held up the microphone and sang "May There Be No Monkeys in Heaven", which was adapted from "Your Grandma Took Your Running Shoes". In the muted sound on the screen, Geto's expression became more and more peaceful. Just when he was about to go to heaven to verify whether there were any monkeys there, Al said in an excited tone: "Next, please invite the son of God of the Pansei Cult, Master Gojo, to chant for Geto's soul. May he go to paradise soon!"

Xia Yujie: “…”

Is he going to heaven or paradise?

Aren't these two places the same place?!

Gojo Satoru appeared calmly amid the horrified expressions of the sorcerers. The bad master who came to chant sutras wearing sunglasses sat cross-legged on the futon: "Namo Amitabha, great god of light, please give me the power of light to save the life in front of me!"

Everyone: “…”

I have so many complaints, but, but - what about the promised salvation? This is obviously not salvation, but pulling people in place, right?!

…

"Where is he buried?"

Enoshima Junko... no, Kinsou is talking on the phone by the window, and seems to be in a good mood.

The sorcerer on the other end of the phone replied, "His body is buried in the sorcerer cemetery of Tokyo Jujutsu High School. I heard them arguing about whether to cremate or bury him, and whether to bury him behind the mountain behind the Bankei Palace or behind the high school. In short, the final location was decided to be behind the high school, saying that he wanted to be buried with the sorcerers who died in the past."

Jinsuo curled the corners of his lips, "I understand."

At noon today, Xia Youjie's body has been buried successfully. If we want to dig up the body, we have to do it as soon as possible.

A rotting corpse is not a good thing.

Because of various unexpected events, many of her arrangements have not yet been completed, but there is no rush. She can take it one step at a time. Such a big plan cannot be completed overnight.

The most important thing at the moment is to get Geto's body.

The voice on the other end of the phone said: "The gravekeeper there has always been one of ours. Don't worry, I will make him cooperate with you."

"Okay. What's the reaction from the Spellcaster Association?"

"Hahaha, Geto used "Chastity" to curse the higher-ups before, and now that he's dead, they can't wait to have a party to celebrate."

"Really? I see."

Jinsuo waited patiently until midnight, until the gravekeeper called to tell him that all members of the Bandei Cult had left the cemetery, including Gojo Satoru and the boy with golden hair. Only then did Jinsuo put on a low-profile sweater and sneaked into the cemetery at the back of the high school without anyone noticing.

The cemetery was eerie, and on the tombstone of Geto Suguru, the words "Tokyo Jujutsu High School, Fourth Year Student Geto Suguru" were solemnly engraved.

The gravekeeper had been waiting for a long time with a shovel in his hand. When he saw Enoshima Junko, he was stunned and asked in surprise, "That lord sent a woman like you to dig the grave?"

Enoshima Junko smiled and said, "Stop talking nonsense and start."

They worked together to dig up Geto's grave, lifted up the coffin, and saw that the person lying inside was indeed Geto. He was wearing a five-stripe cassock, strange bangs, a bun, and a similar body shape. There was not a trace of life... He was indeed dead.

Junko Enoshima leaned over and touched his smooth forehead lovingly. Soon, there would be an extra seam line there.

Just as she was about to speak and ask the gravekeeper to carry the body, the corpse of Geto Suguru suddenly jumped up and grabbed Enoshima Junko's hand.

"!!!"

Amid the horrified expression of Enoshima Junko, Kagome stood up, and the wig slipped off his head, revealing a head of short black hair.

The boy who was about the same size as Geto Suguru opened his eyes, and his eyes were a different black color than Geto Suguru's.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy smiled an ambiguous smile.

He said in a familiar voice, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Sisuo."

Enoshima Junko's eyes widened, her expression twisted as she asked, "Who are you?!"

"Just a...professional cosplayer."

Al smiled.

"Do you think it looks like silk?

At the same time.

The rotten oranges of Kyoto are having a big feast at the long-nosed old man's house, congratulating each other on getting rid of the curse of "chastity".

"You don't know, Gojo Satoru was so crazy that he chanted the resurrection spell at the funeral. Does he really have the ability to resurrect the dead?"

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

Just as they were laughing together and not quite sober, the lights in the room suddenly went out with a click.

The TV that had been unplugged long ago suddenly lit up, and a lonely well appeared in a wasteland.

The long-nosed old man widened his eyes in surprise.

Is this... a chaste curse? ! No, that can't be true! ! !

“Pah.”

A man's hand stretched out from the well. In the eyes of the crowd, Xia Yujie, wearing a five-strip cassock, climbed out of the well with great difficulty and walked slowly towards them. His wet cassock was dripping with water all the way.

“…”

In the dead silence, someone shouted:

"Kaguya-sama——he has become a special grade grudge!!!"