Subconsciously, he didn't think that the man in front of him couldn't see it.

This feeling of separation between subconsciousness and reason is indeed a bit strange, but Ji thinks he has accepted it well for the time being.

Then he heard Gojo Satoru ask, "Just the first name? What about the last name?"

Although in the past, many common people in Japan were only known by their names, it has been a long time since those days, and the young man in front of him did not look like he came from a remote place.

Hearing this question, the young man blinked and subconsciously waved the branch in his hand lightly, as if he was gesturing something.

But in fact, what he wrote had no shape, it was just meaningless characters.

He couldn't remember his own name at all, and he wasn't even sure if the word "Ji" was his own name.

However, after hearing Gojo Satoru's question, he thought for a long time, and in the end his mind was blank.

So he just picked a word from his mind.

I thought the matter of the name was over, but when I heard the man asking for his last name, Ji still tried to think about it.

But soon, the dull pain came back, and after feeling the pain, the young man simply gave up thinking again.

Now is not the time to explore his own secrets at all costs; he is socializing!

Ji pursed his lips and shook his head heavily.

"Don't remember... or not?" Gojo Satoru touched his chin, but he quickly gave up exploring this question.

"What did you just see?" The white-haired young man bent slightly and moved closer to him again, with a serious expression on his face.

From Ji's angle, he could only see the snow-white bandage and the slight bulge under the bandage, which looked like the rise and fall of an eyeball.

The young man pondered for two seconds, took two steps back, and then rolled up his sleeves a little higher.

Then he began to move his hands vigorously.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, and the serious expression he had been pretending to have collapsed in an instant.

He was even in a good mood and found a clean place to sit down, laughing alone.

Since Ji came just in time to catch up with Gojo Satoru's final stage, so after a few minutes, this somewhat ridiculous situational performance, no, the narrative process ended.

The young man stopped, his eyelids drooping and his eyes returning to their previous dead fish look, looking at Gojo Satoru expressionlessly.

The white-haired man couldn't stop laughing even now, and he kept laughing in segments. It seemed like you couldn't stop once you saw him.

Ji thought about it and started to gesture again.

"What's wrong with you?"

Gojo Satoru had almost slowed down, but now, looking at him, he suddenly burst into laughter again.

When he had laughed enough, she stood up and imitated his movements, writing with big and wide strokes.

"I'm fine~ and I think you have a talent for this!"

Ji didn't know how he saw the wavy wave pattern from Gojo Satoru's movements, but he was very pleased with the compliment and nodded heavily to express his affirmation.

His expression was somewhat proud and his eyes were sparkling.

Lu Qi, who was in movie-watching mode, felt a bit annoyed by this way of communication and had a lot to complain about.

If it weren't for the fact that this was a sparsely populated shrine and Gojo Satoru had already cleared the area beforehand, these two people would probably have been treated as insane.