Tick......

Tick......

Tick......

In the dark and barren space, the sound of water ticking from time to time seems to be unusually empty, which exacerbates the dead silence and makes people's scalps tingle.

"Little ghost, don't you give up yet?" The voice of banter came from a hill of white bones, and when he looked up, a bored expression appeared on his extremely majestic and domineering face.

It's the two-faced supreme with the title of the King of the Damned!

Knotweed Yuhito gasped, but he couldn't inhale the oxygen that could keep him alive, and when he looked down, a pool of blood gushed up on the surface of his lungs, revealing the broken lobes inside.

Eventually, he suffocated and fainted due to the lack of oxygen. But in just a few minutes, Knotweed Yuhito's injuries were all healed, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and the carp stood up.

The two-faced sufu slowly stood up from the White Bone Throne: "Little ghost, I have fought one thousand and eight battles, and you have only caused damage to me five times, don't you understand the difference?" ”

Knotweed Yuhito shrugged his shoulders and smiled indifferently: "At least you lost those five times, didn't you?" ”

Because he doesn't know how long it has been since the real person attacked him, so playing against the two-faced sufu again and again has become his method of calculating time.

The patience of the two-faced sufu is almost exhausted, even if there are still fragments of his soul outside, but if the strength is crippled, a large part of the pleasure of killing will be lost.

Besides, the interesting little ghost situation is also very worrying to him, after all, this is the first time in the resurrection of a thousand years that he has encountered something that can interest him.

Just as he was about to fight for the 1,809th battle, Knotweed Yuhito's fist-swinging body suddenly stopped.

Then, his whole body floated in the air without borrowing power, his eyes were full of blood, and his whole body was wrapped in the dark red magic power shuttling from above, and his face was extremely terrifying.

"It's interesting that these guys actually came up with a way to save Knotweed Yuhito." The two-faced sufu looked at the scene in the air with interest.

Suddenly, the dark red river of mana began to diverge, and one of them rushed straight towards the two sufu beings, clearly trying to involve him as well.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" The two sides snorted coldly, and slashed out a blow with his hand.

But what he didn't expect was that the cut would automatically merge into the river of mana when it hit, as motionless as a stone thrown into the ocean.

At this stunned kung fu, his body also floated in the air with Knotweed Yuhito, and was forcibly infused with a large amount of mana, and the most surprising thing was that his technique also lost its effect at this time.

Gradually, the two dark red tributaries converged towards the boundless darkness above, not knowing where they were going to lead and what was happening.

As the actual hand-holder, Yahara was sweating profusely as he released the reversal technique from his hands, his face flushed with tiredness, and tight beads of sweat wet his back.

Since the baseball game of the exchange meeting ended with a score of 2-0, he began to practice daily reversal techniques. With sufficient resources and the support of the sophists, he soon succeeded in transforming the mana of positive energy.

Therefore, after some consideration, he and Gojo Satoru chose to treat Knotweed Yuhito in a hidden medical room underground.

A few meters away, Gojo Satoru looked worriedly at Yahara's technique, as a technique that had never appeared in the spell world, he didn't know exactly what kind of power it could develop.

Moreover, this is still a reversal of surgery, and it is a new effect experience.

Time passed minute by minute, and Yuhito's tightly closed eyes still showed no sign of opening, and he naturally didn't have to worry about the detection machine and nutrient solution placed up and down his body, but Yahara's physical strength just didn't know if he could hold it.

As if he had been asleep for many years, Knotweed Yuren opened his eyes in a daze, his dilated pupils began to focus, and the ghost in front of him merged into a familiar figure: "Yahara? ”

The sound was like an ant-mosquito, but in Gojo's ears, it was a huge sensation comparable to a train whistle. The first technique in the history of the spell world to bring the dead back to life has appeared!

Yahara also heard the voice of Knotweed Yuhito, and he couldn't hide his excitement as he withdrew his mana and smirked against the wall.

"I didn't expect you to revive this little ghost." Not matching the magnetic domineering of the cheerful voice of knotweed, the two-faced supreme can't wait to appear in search of the target.

As his consciousness gradually became clearer, Gojo Satoru stepped forward to help Knotweed Yuhito dismantle the bits and pieces of plumbing instruments on his body, his muscles and nerves were in the recovery period after sleeping for so long, and the slightest movement would bring great pain.

However, these were not problems in front of Yuhito, who had an extraordinary physique, and soon recovered in the further treatment of Yahara.

It's just that...... Gojo Satoru sensitively discovered a question: why does the sober knotweed Yuhito have a spell pattern on his body that belongs to the two-faced subu?

Coming back from the joy, Yahara also found the clue, and when he opened his mouth to ask Yuhito Knotweed how he felt, he made a voice that belonged to Su Fu: "Why can my consciousness exist at the same time as this little ghost?" ”

！！！

Something big is going to happen, Yahara was a little uneasy in his heart, and cautiously changed his words: "Yuren, can you try to put away the spell marks on your body?" ”

Although he was very curious about the abnormal behavior of Yahara and Gojo-sensei, he still chose to believe it.

Taking a deep breath, Knotweed Yuren's heart was as calm as water, so that his thinking or consciousness was clearly displayed, and he slowly opened his eyes until his thinking did not lag.

But what caught his eye was the solemn expression of Yahara, and when he looked down, the spell marks on the surface of his naked skin were still there, and the two faces of the sufu also spoke at the same time: "That rookie imp seems to have accidentally fused my soul with Knotweed Yuhito. ”

"In other words, you can't control me!"

As soon as the words fell, an endless evil aura burst out from the knotweed Yuhito, and the night plain seemed to see the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood for a moment.

"Just watch me kill your companion," the long-awaited two-faced suzuki howled excitedly, finally able to have a body of his own.

And in the blink of an eye, Satoru Gojo knocked him unconscious with a punch in the abdomen of Knotweed Yuhito at a teleportation speed, turned his head to look at Yahara and said, "It seems to be a little difficult to do." There was not the slightest bitterness in his tone.

The nervous Yahara leaned over and bent down to check on Knotweed Yuhito's condition, his tone full of self-reproach: "It's all what I asked, otherwise there wouldn't be such a problem." ”

Satoru Gojo smiled happily: "No, Yahara." You're doing a great job. "This is confusing the night plain.

"If Knotweed Yuhito was a walking curse bomb before, can it be said to be a controllable point explosive now?"