Ji was trying to hold back his laughter at first, but after hearing Gojo Satoru's blunt comments and Zhang Yang's unbridled laughter, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Of course, once the two of them started laughing, the situation completely fell apart, and it also made the other two people very angry.

The cursed spirit howled angrily, slightly bent its long hind legs, and with a strong kick, rushed forward with its entire body.

Gojo Satoru, however, still stood there leisurely, stroking his chin with his right hand, and even had the mood to complain to Ji: "His movements are so ugly, how can there be such a thing as a cursed spirit in the world?"

Ji glanced at him, then nodded in agreement.

So this kind of monster is called a cursed spirit? Write it down.jpg

However, seeing that Gojo Satoru didn't look surprised at all, Ji felt that he had good reason to suspect that he had not gotten lost here at all.

He clearly looked like he came here on purpose!!

Just when the cursed spirit was about to fly over, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang again. He seemed to have not noticed the cursed spirit flying over at all. He leisurely picked up the phone and glanced at the call notification.

Ji couldn't see the incoming call notification from this angle, and of course he had no interest in exploring other people's minds.

He only saw Gojo Satoru answering the phone while raising his right foot, turning his upper body and raising his right leg, kicking the cursed spirit cleanly and neatly.

Ji, who had just crouched down subconsciously to gather strength to kick the cursed spirit, silently retracted his leg and stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Hey hey - if that's all there is to it, I'm dead." Gojo Satoru flashed and appeared next to the cursed spirit flying in the air from beside Thor.

While he was casually answering the person on the phone in a lazy tone, he raised his leg again and kicked the cursed spirit flying in the air hard to the ground.

"Tsk." Not knowing what he heard, the white-haired man made a loud and unhappy sound. He suddenly appeared again, next to the cursed spirit that was smashed to the ground, and exorcised it with one kick.

Of course, this kick is somewhat personal.

Then he looked up at the old man with a kind expression, "How do you want to die?"

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The old man with a face full of wrinkles took two steps back in fear, trembling and screaming, "You killed my grandson——!"

Then, with an agility that was not as slow as that of a normal old man and that many young people could not even dream of, he pulled out a knife from his body and rushed forward.

Although I have no shame and it's okay for these guys to stab me, but...

He is not happy.

Gojo Satoru thought casually as he bent his legs and placed them between the old man and himself. With a little force, the old man, who originally had little strength, flew backwards.

Then he walked over and kicked the old lady. When he saw that she was not dead and even had the energy to glare at him, he looked at her with a smile and said, "How is it? Does it feel good? I was going to show some respect to the old lady, but then I thought it was unnecessary."

"Just lie here for a while. Ijichi will be here soon." Gojo Satoru took one last look at her, stood up and walked to the side, leaning his upper body against the wall of the house, took out his cell phone and started swiping.

Ji glanced at the old man on the ground, but didn't think anything was wrong.

Based on his observations just now, he could roughly understand what the old man had done.

It was probably that her grandson died, but she didn't want to believe it, and then she didn't know how to turn her grandson into a cursed spirit, and he was a little crazy and wanted to kill people to make a ghost for his grandson.