After taking a mouthful of chicken soup for no apparent reason, Ji glanced at Gojo Satoru beside him, pursed his lips, and tried to explain that he was not blind.

But he was completely speechless, so he once again turned his gaze to Gojo Satoru.

The white-haired man noticed his gaze, tilted his head slightly, and then simply nodded in agreement with the old lady, saying in a serious tone, "Yes, we have both been very pitiful since we were young."

"My brother was burned in a fire and his throat was choked by smoke, tut tut tut."

Gojo Satoru said this while shaking his head.

The old lady noticed it and immediately turned her head to look at Ji.

When he heard Gojo Satoru's first words, Ji felt that something was wrong, and the old lady turned her head very quickly, staring at him intently with her narrow eyes embedded in the old grooves.

Ji was quick to notice something, so he lowered his eyes slightly and showed a somewhat sad expression.

Even though neither of these guys were very good at acting, the old lady didn't notice anything was wrong.

There was a gleam of light in her old and cloudy eyes, making her look somewhat shrewd.

The old lady stood up and said, "It's getting late. You two should stay here tonight and keep me company."

Gojo Satoru and Ji looked at each other, and finally, Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Okay."

The old man leaned against the door frame and slowly turned his head to look at the two of them, forcing a smile that could barely be considered kind, "Okay, then I'll go clean up the room for you two."

The old man walked away with a staggering gait.

Ji was so amused that he broke into a cold sweat, but Gojo Goku didn't even look in that direction. He just moved his chair to his side and whispered, "She's so ugly."

spine:?

He originally saw Gojo Satoru approaching with a serious expression and thought he was going to say something extremely important, but he didn't expect that he just wanted to complain: This old man is ugly.

Very good, this is very Gojo Satoru.

Ji originally wanted to discuss this matter with Gojo Satoru - he found a lot of strange things here.

But unfortunately there is no paper or pen here, and it is too easy to leave clues when writing...

But he couldn't just jump up and continue fighting with Gojo Satoru!

Putting aside the question of whether such a complex thing can be expressed with body movements, it is impossible for that weird old man not to notice such a large movement.

To be fair, the old man looked like a normal old man, with nothing extra or missing on his face, except for a few more wrinkles.

But those eyes - although the original shape of the eyes could no longer be seen due to the accumulation of wrinkles, the eyeballs were cloudy, and the whites of the eyes were much less than the black of the pupils, making it look like her eyes were completely black.

And the black was not pure. It was more like the water that the painter had used to wash many brushes, and it was a cloudy black.

She was not tall either. Like many elderly people, she had a hunchback, so she looked only about one meter tall at most.

She was wearing baggy clothes that had no shape at all. When she served the rice, her thin wrists were covered with age spots.

What caught his attention was the strong power that this old man carried, which he could hardly ignore.

Although these powers do not belong to this old man, they all cling to him obediently and greedily.

He wasn't quite sure what these powers were, but he could vaguely sense that he was familiar with them.