At this time, the other students who were knocked unconscious by the cursed spirit "Desire" had similar expressions.

Maki weighed the cursed tool twice and said, "Really? I'm forced to end it before I even started."

The Shibuya Incident ended in one hour.

"Okay, it's all over." Gojo Satoru took the Hell Gate from Geto and clapped his hands as if to summarize, "Then it's your job now, Geto."

He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Yujie.

Xia Youjie was also forced to look him in the eye. He clearly saw the pair of blue pupils with white mist as the background, and his clear yet blurry figure was reflected in the sky.

It looks quiet and solemn.

Gojo Satoru looked into Geto's eyes, into those dark pupils, and his gaze seemed to look deep into those eyes until it touched the core of this person.

"You said before that I told you to let me go."

Xia Yujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his gaze became a little evasive.

No one can look him in the face with a clear conscience in front of someone he cares about and has hurt before; even Geto Suguru, who has experienced many reincarnations, is no exception.

"Jie, I think you must have heard it wrong." Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, his eyes curved, "I should have said."

"It's time to let yourself go, Jay."

It was like a pair of hands peeling away the memories that had been covered up, revealing the real memories inside.

It was a very ordinary noon, and Geto Suguru once again appeared beside Gojo Satoru and tried his best to save him, but the result was of course... failure.

Xia Yujie looked at the white-haired magician who once said he was the strongest lying on the ground with no expression, the blood from his head flowing out continuously like water gushing out of a spring.

In fact, with such injuries, even if he was sent to the hospital, he might still be saved.

But Xia Yujie just watched him bleed indifferently.

It's not because he is so cold-blooded that he doesn't care about his best friend's life or death, but because he knows that if he calls the emergency number now, the ambulance may be late due to a car accident or something like that. If it is not late, various accidents may occur on the way to the hospital, leading to Gojo Satoru's death.

If he uses the technique to carry Gojo Satoru to the hospital, various cursed spirits, cursers, or other things will appear and he will be unable to escape; in the end, Gojo Satoru will still die.

If he did everything he could to ignore those accidents, the hospital would be closed for various reasons.

All this shows that Gojo Satoru's death is irreversible.

It's not that Geto Suguru hasn't fought against all of this, on the contrary, he has done all of these things countless times; he even once tied up Nozomi Ieki to his side just to save Gojo Satoru.

But.

...all failed, not a single success.

This was also one of the unsuccessful attempts. Xia Yujie stared at Gojo Satoru indifferently for two minutes and tightly gripped the knife in his pocket.

It's no use... Let's start next time.

Xia Yujie took out the knife, raised his hand, and aimed the sharp tip of the knife at the artery in his neck - he almost didn't need to look for it here. Inserting something into the artery to commit suicide had almost become a muscle memory, as natural as eating and drinking water.

But this time, before he could insert it, he heard Gojo Satoru's voice.

Probably because of the blood in his mouth, Gojo Satoru coughed twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood. Finally, he lay on his back in an uncomfortable position and looked at Geto, saying, "Geto, let yourself go."

The hand holding the knife suddenly stopped, the fingertips turned white, and the wrist trembled slightly. "What do you know?"

"Ah... you can probably tell." Gojo Satoru shook his head nonchalantly, and his entire white head turned blood red with his movement.

"Jay tried so hard to save us."

"But in this process, Jay has almost lost himself. Jay, do you still remember why you wanted to do this in the first place?"

Without looking at Geto's expression, Gojo Satoru continued, "You don't remember anything at all, right? Geto is really good at making people worry."

…all correct.

Xia Yujie stared at the white head in silence, feeling completely seen through.

"Ah... We are close friends, how could Jie underestimate me so much?" Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks and shook his head twice.

The white hair was completely stained with sticky blood, turning from white to a red head.

Due to excessive blood loss, Gojo Satoru actually felt a little dizzy, and because his head was shaken just now, he felt even more dizzy.

My fingertips were cold, no, almost my whole body was cold.

But Gojo Satoru didn't care at all, and continued to talk to himself, "So let yourself go, Jake. I don't want to be trapped in an endless cycle. That's too scary."

After that, Xia Yujie didn't respond.

Silence began to spread in this place. Gojo Satoru stared at the sky with his eyes closed. It was noon, so the sunlight was very dazzling.

As the blood slowly drained away, Gojo Satoru also felt his brain becoming increasingly chaotic, as if it had been blurred into a paste. His beautiful cyan pupils were gradually covered by his eyelids.

Three minutes later, he stopped breathing.

Geto Suguru also started to take action. He first put the knife back into his pocket, then carried Gojo Satoru to a large cemetery and buried him without saying a word.

Then, there was the sound of sharp iron piercing the skin, and the next second, the black-haired young man fell to the ground.

Announcement of death.