Chapter 95 The head of the family is very

The door concealed everything that happened inside the house, except for the blood that slowly flowed out from the crack in the door.

The monastery was filled with the smell of blood, and he couldn't even muster the will to fight against these high-ranking officials.

Just like completing a commission, he was only facing a few lives, which was no big deal to him.

"I, I clearly told you who the mastermind is! You can't kill me! You can't!"

The man who had been so arrogant just now now lay paralyzed on the ground with his legs limp, and a fishy smell spread from between his legs.

There was no way to suppress my fear. The person in front of me was simply a lunatic who had no scruples.

He didn't care about the foundation of the world of sorcery, the messy rules, or the fact that when one person dies, another one will take over.

Because these people were targeting him, he killed them. If there is a next one, he will kill the next one as well.

He simply doesn't care about anything. He only believes in his own principles and nothing can shake his actions.

Zen Yuan even lowered his eyes and looked at him. Even though he had killed half of the people here, there was not a drop of blood on his body. Only the blood sliding down the blade showed what had just happened.

He let out a light breath. The pressure from all the high-level guards and the existence of those high-level officials themselves only brought him a breath.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person on the ground. He didn't say anything, but just smiled at that person.

The scars seemed to come alive at this moment, carrying with them a terrifying murderous aura and an irresistible momentum.

When he swung the knife at inhuman speed, the knife stopped in mid-air.

Zenin Jiner looked at Gojo Satoru who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the opponent's unbridled brutality directly blocked his sword.

When he saw him coming, he just stared at Gojo Satoru for a while, then slowly let the ugly treasure on his body swallow the knife.

Gojo Satoru didn't need to look, his six eyes automatically collected all the information around him, and the smile on his face disappeared at this moment.

When he didn't wear the familiar frivolous smile, the cold strength belonging to the "strongest" was silently released, and the auras of the two strongest men confronted each other.

"…It's a real surprise."

Gojo Satoru finally spoke, his voice was light and there was no emotion in it.

Half of the people present were killed, and the rest dared not make a sound or simply fainted.

This monastery is even stronger than the one in his memory. Is it because of the bonus from the cursed spirit?

When seeing this scene, Gojo Satoru's first thought was the same as these rotten oranges: how dare he do that.

It wasn't because of those rotten oranges. To be honest, he didn't feel anything when he saw those corpses. He was even quite happy.

But this is not what Gojo Satoru wants to see. At least he has dealt with most of these people before and has a certain degree of familiarity with them.

But if they were all killed, all they would replace them with would be a new batch of rotten oranges, and everything Gojo Satoru had done would have to start all over again.

Killing cannot solve the problem, and his best friend has told him this, so as the "strongest", he has always been checked.

As for this Zen temple, it is probably because he does not care. Even if the world is destroyed, as long as it does not involve him and his family, he will probably remain indifferent.

It only took him a moment to think. Even with the blindfold on, he could still feel Gojo Satoru's gaze on him. He slowly said, "You can't go on."

If a fight really came to pass, Gojo Satoru was sure that he could still defeat Zenin Jinrō once more, but this was not the best way.

"Okay," Shinji said casually. Now he looked like an ordinary person who went to the street to buy vegetables. "It's boring to do something like this without any challenges."

He also swept around, and those who remained awake looked at him in horror. Zen Buddhist even grinned. It was a charming scene, but it made those who saw it shudder.

"If there is a next time, I will not only punish you, but also your wives, children, family members, and clans."

His voice was low and there was not much murderous intent in his words. It was no different from asking what to eat in the evening.

But they all knew that this person was serious and that he had the power and capital.

"Don't try to reason with a lunatic, gentlemen." Zen Yuanshen said with a chuckle, his honorific words were full of sarcasm.

He looked at Gojo Satoru and said mockingly, "You idiot, you're happy being manipulated by these old guys, right?"

"Gojo Satoru, a sorcerer can only survive if he is crazy. If you are cautious, you will be exploited by rats. People like you will die early."

Zenin didn't know whether he said this in a warning or mocking manner, as he looked at the person in front of him who was clearly the "strongest" but was bound by various constraints.

Constraints are not a bad thing. Positive emotions and love are the power that supports people to move forward. But on the contrary, constraints can sometimes become a shackle that imprisons one's hands and feet.

If you want to be free from constraints, you need not only to be strong, but also to let everyone know that if your chains are broken, the consequences will be more terrible than death.

Zenin even yawned. What he had just done was at most a warm-up exercise, and he had no interest in fighting Gojo Satoru.

Just as he turned to leave, Gojo Satoru, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Zenin Shinji, you're the one who won't live long."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, smiled again, and spoke like a curious and innocent cat: "Using power to plunder will only have the opposite effect, otherwise why would you come here?"

His words did not stop Zen Monk even in his tracks. With his back straight, as if it would never bend, he walked quietly into the morning light.

"Gojo Satoru, kill him, kill him!" Someone finally reacted and spoke in an imperative tone.

The next second, his whole body stiffened, and he twisted like a machine and looked at Gojo Satoru.

Although the other person still had a smile on his face, the [strongest] pressure made it hard to breathe.

"I think what he said is not completely unreasonable, so in order to survive, just keep your tail between your legs and act like a dog."

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Is it wrong to plunder in order to have a better life?

Zenin knew, of course, that Gojo Satoru was trying to persuade him. His method might indeed intimidate them, but it also left countless hidden dangers.

His actions were tantamount to being an enemy of the magic world. Even if that group of people didn't dare to issue a bounty order, they were the best at doing things in secret.

But he wondered, if Gojo Satoru were in his situation, would he make a different choice?

He rarely remembered the past, when he had tried everything, even working with the devil, to leave his wife behind.

No one knew how ecstatic he was at that moment. It was as if he was bursting with joy at being reborn. He didn't want to let go for a moment, and he didn't even want to blink.

But sometimes fate is like shit. When you think such a life is beautiful and happy enough, it will punch you twice to laugh at your wishful thinking.

Chanyuan Shen'er's life seemed doomed to misfortune since birth, and he was powerless to endure the absurd life.

If you can avoid intense joy, you will naturally avoid sorrow. *

But he couldn't avoid it, nor could he let it go. He couldn't and didn't want to let go, so he could only hold on tightly to the few things that belonged to him on the scale of life.

Forcing a child who is not yet of age to awaken cursed powers and techniques is not an easy task, and it may even bring a greater burden.

As a cursed spirit, can Eri still live like an ordinary person?

Looking at the child who was enduring the pain and pulling him to say it didn't hurt, and looking at his distressed wife beside him, the monk fell silent.

What can an ordinary person do? What can a killer who returns to the monastery do? What can a despised and hated god and curse do?

The monastery even disdained the insults and ridicule, but he would not allow his wife and children to be treated the same way.

They are my angels and graces who deserve the best in the world.

The only advantage I have is my own strength, so I'm going to give it a try.

What's wrong with plundering in order to survive?

What's wrong with plundering to give your family a better life?

I am the one who has committed all kinds of sins, and I should be the one to be punished. If you want to affect my family, even God cannot stop me.

So Zen Temple took up the knife. He was invincible with the responsibility on his shoulders. The power of heaven and curse was fully displayed in one night.

Zenin Naohito spat out blood and asked him: "What do you want? If you don't answer me, even if you kill everyone, the Zenin family will not recognize you."

It was raining at that time, not heavily, but enough to soak people. Blood mixed with the rain fell, making it difficult to see the expression of the Zen monk.

He half-knelt down and looked into the eyes of Zenin Naohito, a man who was not completely rubbish. Amid the noisy sound of rain, he finally spoke: "Because I want to live."

I have to stay alive. Only by staying alive can I protect a cursed spirit with a super-powerful reversal spell and a ten-type shadow spell, and only by staying alive can I protect them in the world of curses that is about to face a storm.

He can kill anyone, do anything that goes against his moral values ​​and become a scumbag, but he can't do that to his wife and children. They can only have the best.

And these, an ordinary Tianyu Zhuzhe who is looked down upon by everyone cannot do, but there is always a position where he can do it, so he will plunder at all costs.

Zenin Naohito was speechless as he looked at the powerful man in front of him who was once looked down upon by everyone.

When he left the monastery, his eyes were dead and dull, like a hidden shadow that could not be detected. He did not want to be noticed by anyone and voluntarily fell into the abyss of depravity.

But at this moment, the fire burning in his eyes was scorching, and the rain could not extinguish his fighting spirit, and no one could stop him.

Zenin Shin is a contradictory existence. His strength would be admired by countless people anywhere, but he was born in the Zenin family, which respects the magic of spells.

He may have been self-indulgent and perhaps unwilling to do so, but at this moment, the emptiness that had been haunting him had disappeared because he had something he wanted.

Love is the most twisted curse. It makes the remains of the dead remain in the world a curse full of resentment, and it also makes the disabled and fallen people straighten their bent bodies.

In a life where he had nothing left, he could only grasp at the only straw.

The shadow and past that the Zen temple had left on him were no longer important at this moment, because he had more important existence to cherish.

On this night, Tianyu and the tyrant Zenin Shinji slaughtered half of the Zenin family's sorcerers, and the head of the Zenin family, Zenin Naohito, voluntarily abdicated and assisted the head of the family.

Zenin Jiner became the first head of a family in the history of the magic world who had no power of curse and no curse binding.

All those doubts and resentments became the souls of the tyrant, and from then on, no one could resist him.