"The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has begun."

After seeing these words, Gojo's expression suddenly became serious. He clicked his right hand twice and directly called Geto.

Lu Qi, who resonated with Ji, slowly asked a question.

Isn't the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons something that was done by Brother Jie? What's going on?

Obviously, Geto Kagome's relationship with Gojo Satoru is pretty good at the moment, and more importantly, Geto Kagome is not the kind of person who likes to have fun...

So how could he possibly send a message to the person involved before starting the incident!!!

But if you ask him who else would launch the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, to be honest, Lu Qi couldn't think of it.

At this point in time, Brain Flower should not have appeared yet, and it is not yet time for Geto Suguru to launch the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

So it's the butterfly effect?

Lu Qi thought.

Because he had to make a phone call, Gojo Satoru walked to a farther place and was now standing in front of a vending machine next to the playground.

The remaining four people looked at each other and saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

One hundred demons parade at night.

If ordinary people hear this, they probably think it is an illusion created by humans.

But it's different for them.

Because among ordinary people, many people define the "cursed spirits" that they cannot see as "ghosts".

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, as the name suggests, is a carnival of cursed spirits.

How many casualties there will be during this period...is almost impossible to estimate.

——

Xia Yujie stood by the bedroom window with a false smile on his face, but his purple eyes were indifferent.

Everything downstairs was reflected in his eyes.

The lobby of Panxing Church should have had quite a few guests by this time, but it was extremely quiet. No customers were allowed in this morning, and two magicians were guarding the door.

Just because... One Hundred Demons Night Parade.

After talking with Gojo Satoru, Geto Xia took a look at his phone and sent a message to his subordinates, asking them to gather in the conference room quickly.

As for Xia Yujie, he combed his hair and once again looked out the window.

——There, a cursed spirit appeared.

The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons has officially begun.

The smile on his face gradually became ambiguous. After looking at it for a few times, he straightened his sleeves, turned around and left the room.

Arriving at the conference room, he first spent half an hour making detailed arrangements for all the plans for this Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

But he did not give the order to execute it immediately. Instead, he just sat in the first seat and started checking the data previously stored in his mobile phone.

This night parade of one hundred demons was not his work.

Although he had thought of this before, the number and quality of cursed spirits required for the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons are relatively high, and so far he has not gathered enough cursed spirits to launch a Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

Later, he met Gojo Satoru and needed to track down the trace of Brain Flower... no, the noose. Naturally, he had no chance to look for cursed spirits to expand his strength.

Not to mention the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

He doesn't even have time himself, so why is he doing this kind of thing?

Therefore, this One Hundred Demons Night Parade is the product of a desperate move by a fool, and it is estimated that the intensity will be much greater than what he planned.

Then it would be easy to carry out a massacre of ordinary people.

Yes, even at this point, Geto Suguru still doesn't think that ordinary people are worth protecting.

After looking through the documents for a while, Xia Yujie said casually, "Go ahead, and execute it in five hours."

"Yes." Several subordinates responded and retreated one after another.

Xia Yujie put his cell phone upside down on the table, bent one leg and put it on the chair, lowered his eyes slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Five hours passed like this.

During this time, his cell phone kept ringing, but Geto never answered it.

Whether it was the ringing cell phone ringtone or the message alert tone, Geto Xiayou was indifferent.

He didn't even look in that direction until he stood up and left.

After Geto left, Mimiko and Nanako went over to take a look out of curiosity.

Because when they were watching, the other party just sent the last message.

The phone screen was lit up because it was receiving messages, and a long string of messages was displayed on the lock screen.

All of them were sent by a contact named "Wu".

The two of them took a quick look and remembered the last sentence:

"Jay, your choices all make sense, go check it out."

Mimiko and Nanako looked at each other and blinked in sync, their faces conveying the same message:

I don't understand.

——

Xia Yujie left the Pansei Cult and walked on the street.

Ordinary people were fleeing everywhere all around. Five or six hours was enough for the Night Parade of Hundreds of Demons to ferment into a huge riot.

So now the streets can be described as chaos, with many people injured and killed.

The black-haired young man glanced around indifferently, with a desolate look in his purple eyes.

After this incident, there will probably be a lot fewer monkeys.

He thought calmly.

I thought he would be very excited and agitated when things really came to this point, but when the time really came, he found himself very calm.

The death of those monkeys could not bring about any emotion in him at all.

He saw someone reaching out a hand of hope to him - he was longing for him to save him.

Xia Yujie glanced indifferently at the owner of the hand. He was not a magician, but an ordinary person who could not be more ordinary.

So he passed the hand and continued walking forward.

Where he couldn't see, the owner of the hands dropped his hands in despair, his face pale and expression desolate, he resisted but had to fall to the ground.

Afterwards, his body was entangled by the cursed spirit, and his body was torn apart and he died.

A sea of ​​living things.

Geto Summer Oil was still observing the street, like an indifferent god, ignoring the suffering of ordinary people.

However, as he was crossing the street, his ears caught a slight sound, and then a man shouted loudly:

"careful--"

His body was thrown down by a strong force, and the man rolled several times with him due to inertia, and finally stopped safely on the street.

There was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

The man let him go and stood up, then reached out and pulled him up. His blue eyes were like a clear spring, rippling with a hint of worry. "Is it okay?"

Xia Yujie glanced at him and turned to look at the place where he had just stopped.

A huge billboard was stuck upright into the ground.

He looked up—there was a cursed spirit standing where the billboard should have been supported.

It’s not quite accurate to say “standing”. To be more precise, it should be said that they were pulling at the skeleton of the billboard.

The hand part looked extremely sharp, and with his eyesight, he could see that the cut on the billboard was very neat, and it was obvious that it had been cut by a sharp instrument.

What's more, the billboard flew out at an angle and then went straight into the ground. It would not fall so far or with such great force if it fell normally.

To sum up, he was almost murdered by the cursed spirit.

After thinking all this, when Geto came to his senses, the boy was still standing in front of him, with the same concern in his clear blue eyes.

Xia Yujie was silent for a while, then said, "It's okay."

In fact, it was indeed okay. With his strength, he could have discovered the crisis when the billboard fell more than ten meters away from him and resolved it within two minutes.

But now that there is an ordinary person, Geto Suguru has no chance to go there to exorcise the cursed spirit.

"I'm glad you're okay. I'm Hamada Sou from the Metropolitan Police Department. You don't have to be too scared." Hamada Sou looked at him soothingly, her blue eyes like the vast ocean, full of tolerance for him.

"The police will be able to resolve this matter quickly. Why don't you go back and rest first?" Hamada Sou moved closer to him and made a questioning gesture.

Xia Yujie curled his lips, but did not answer his question.

Solve? How can the monkey solve it? Just talk?

He thought this with contempt in his heart.