The time comes to a day later......

On the train to Tokyo......

"Hiss~, it hurts......"

"I don't have any wounds on my body, why does it hurt so much?"

Sitting on the seat of the bullet train, Yotsuya Miko covered her stomach with an uncomfortable face, and her little white face directly hurt into the color of pork liver.

That is, in the past two days, the various training of the spell Gokawa has allowed Yotsuya Miko to exercise the pain skills of some people, and the discomfort of enduring various evil spirits hovering around her for many years has also allowed her to hide her uncomfortable emotions.

Otherwise, on this dense EMU, I am afraid that it will attract many onlookers......

"Wuhe, it's all because you know that you are going to a field today, and you actually fought so hard with that guy yesterday. It's so painful that I can't do it now. ”

"Hey, don't frame me, aren't you just menstruating? I've already healed your wounds with a reversal technique. ”

"This thing during the menstrual period has nothing to do with physical injury, and it has nothing to do with half a dime, so don't touch the porcelain ......"

Of course, although I wanted to complain like this, the spell Wuhe didn't ......

At this time, the spell Gokawa in Yotsuya Miko's body was actually not comfortable.

Now temporarily lodged in Yotsutani Miko's body, he and the other party can share perception to a certain extent.

When Yotsutani Miko was uncomfortable at first, he also thought that the damage caused by the previous fight with Gojo Satoru was a bit big, and the reversal technique was not completely cured, and he had tried to heal it, but it turned out that this was not the case.

To be honest, when the spell Wuhe found out the real reason for this, his expression was also very exciting.

Who would have thought that he, a big man, would still be able to feel the taste of a great aunt when he is now more than 400 years old and nearly 500 years old? That's a long time to see.

And in this regard, there is nothing that can be done about the spell Wuhe, so he can only tighten his senses and temporarily disconnect himself from Yotsuya Miko.

But this also leads to the fact that he can't communicate with Miko for the time being, and if he wants to communicate, he has to connect with the other party again.

After weighing the two between being scolded and feeling the damn aunt, the spell Wuhe still chose the former......

"If you are scolded twice, you will be scolded twice~, and you won't die......"

"The old man tried the big aunt or something, it's really going to die......"

Of course, while complaining, the spell Wuhe also began to look up, looking up his own medical knowledge in this area, as well as spell methods, to see if there are any means to help Jianzi end this state as soon as possible.

After all, if nothing else is said about this thing, it really affects the combat power......

"I just don't know what will happen to Satoru Gojo? When the guy got the news, he rushed back to Tokyo in a hurry. ”

"With his speed, I'm afraid he should have arrived in Tokyo a long time ago."

"Presumably, if Qi Suo still follows the original plan, he will be beaten badly this time......

"But many of that guy's plans are conspiracy, even if he knows, it's not easy to hide, and even if he knows about Qi Suo's plan, at most he will take advantage of the final prison gate seal......

"If there are other off-the-board moves, even if Satoru Gojo knows about these, I'm afraid it won't be of much use......"

"Forget it, it's up to that guy to solve it himself, anyway, it's just the content that comes with it......"

……

At the same time, the spell Gokawa is thinking about Gojo Satoru......

Opening the grave in front of him, looking at the empty coffin inside, Gojo Satoru, who has been treating everything around him with a sloppy and cynical attitude, the breath in his eyes is simply terrifying.

He raised his hand and threw a bloodshot eyeball into the coffin, reclosing the coffin board with one kick, and filling the earth with a spell, the long-lost anger burning in his heart.

And almost exactly at the same time, Satoru Gojo's cell phone rang.

He picked up his phone from his arms and glanced at the contact, and it was Atsuya Kusakabe who called.

In an instant, Satoru Gojo suppressed the anger in his heart, and instead resumed his cynical posture and answered the phone.

But as soon as he put his mobile phone to his ear, he teased, "Didn't you say that my mobile phone broke down two days ago, so you don't need to call me?" The slightly anxious voice on the phone interrupted his joking thoughts.

"Satoru Gojo! Something big is going on here in Shibuya! ”

"A tent with a radius of four hundred meters! There are thousands of non-magicians locked up inside. ”

"It was done by a group of premeditated guys, and even the survivors inside were shouting your name all the time."

As if to confirm his claim, the voice from the mobile phone changed chaotically and then replaced it with a large group of people shouting in unison.

And the content of their shouting was only three words, which was the name of his Gojo Satoru.

Satoru Gojo: "......"

He looked down at the grave in front of him that had just been bulldozed by him, and then listened carefully to the sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison from his mobile phone, and couldn't figure out what was going on.

However, Gojo Satoru was not surprised by this, and a playful smile appeared on his handsome face......

"I'd like to see what tricks you can play."

……

On the other side, Shibuya's side......

Let his mobile phone be in the account, so that Gojo Satoru roughly determined the situation in the account, he directly pulled back his mobile phone and put it in his ear and said:

"There are too many people inside, and other spellcasters entering may not be able to guarantee that the insiders will leave alive."

"So after our discussion, we hope that you can come and solve this incident and try to ensure that there are no too many casualties."

After finishing speaking, the Japanese part directly put the phone to his ear and stopped talking, just waiting for Gojo Satoru's decision and reply.

But what is a little strange is that after he finished speaking, there was no sound from the earphones, only the faint sound of the wind whistling.

"Huh?"

After waiting for a while, the lower part of the sun couldn't help frowning slightly.

"What's going on? Why don't you speak? Gojo, where are you? ”

However, as soon as his question fell, the voice came violently, but the location of the voice was not his mobile phone, but the top of his head.

"Boom~"

The sound of a boulder falling to the ground, Gojo Satoru successfully landed from the sky, and the moment he landed, he didn't forget to say hello to the sunshine who was looking at him, and then he reached out and hung up his phone, walked to the other party's side, patted him on the shoulder and said:

"Okay, I know the situation here."

"I'll take care of the things inside."

"It's up to me."

With that, he ignored the others and turned his head and walked directly towards the tent.

Seeing this scene, Kusakabe wanted to reach out and Gojo Satoru to ask for something, but when he saw his figure disappearing quickly into the tent, he could only close his open mouth......

"Gojo, that guy seems to be angry."

"Looks like those guys in there are going to be bad luck."

……

I have to say that this guy in the lower part of the sun is indeed quite keen.

Satoru Gojo was indeed angry.

His best friend's body and will are desecrated, how can he not make Satoru Gojo angry?

Satoru Gojo was angry, and the consequences were severe.

At the very least, some of the spell spirits sent to delay the time are going to be out of luck......

Walking into this huge battle, Gojo Satoru glanced around, surrounded by dense people, and in addition to the outermost tent, there was also a tent inside.

Just like a thermos cup, there are two layers divided inside and outside, and it is best to lock in the heat of hot water.

Although there are some ordinary people in the outer tent, they are completely negligible compared to here, which is to completely restrict him here, and at the same time limit his large-scale attacks......

However, Gojo Satoru didn't care about this at all, and he directly turned over and fell directly from a high place, came to the subway entrance at the bottom, glanced around, and the dense crowd around him, and said loudly:

"Didn't you want to lure me here? I'm here now, what about you? ”

"It's not going to do much for me just to play a little trick."

"Does it work? It's not Gojo Satoru as you say. ”

Listening to the voice of the person who answered his words, Satoru Gojo turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, and looked at the few figures who walked out there, with a look of understanding on his face.

"Sure enough, it's you guys again."

From the end of the subway in front of the station, the leaky pot that came out of the darkness, the flower royal and the swelling of the nine phases of the curse fetus, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but reach out and scratch the silver hair on his head, and complained speechlessly:

"Why is it that every time it's you, don't you have anyone else?"

"Say it in advance, if you lose again this time, there will be no other excuse to cheat."

Of course, after the complaining was over, Gojo Satoru noticed that the leaky pot in front of him seemed to be different from the last time they met.

After pinching his chin and thinking about it, he remembered that the last time he met with the leaky pot, the other party's face didn't seem to have a mask like this, and he stretched out his hand to the other party's mask with some curiosity behind him and said:

"You didn't seem to have this mask on last time, did you? Is this some kind of mana-boosting item? ”

Gojo Satoru was really curious, but the leaky pot on the opposite side directly blackened his face when he heard this.

Although Satoru Gojo is just talking trash, he has to say that "there is no one else" and "masks", which is really the right mine.

I couldn't help but think of the dead real person and what happened in the temple that day, and I gritted my teeth.

"Don't be complacent, Satoru Gojo, have you figured out the excuse for your first failure?!"

And with the gritting of teeth at the leaky pot, Hua Yu next to him also instantly waved one rattan after another to wrap this large area of subway station, blocking the space overhead, the stairs next to it, and the elevator not far away, leaving no dead end for escape.

And Gojo Satoru didn't care about this at all, after all, he didn't even think about running away.

With so many people around, Gojo Satoru simply stopped talking about other trash talk, and didn't even give the three guys time to react, Gojo Satoru's figure burst into the center of the three.

With a punch and a kick, he first kicked the flower Yu next to the leaky pot and beat the other side of the swelling phase, and finally he raised his hand and pressed it towards the face of the leaky pot in front of him.

"Good~, how about I see your mask?"

And Gojo Satoru's sudden shot was obviously not expected by the leaky pot, and this guy's shot was too sudden, not at all like the character he had shown in the past.

But shock is shock, but the reaction speed of the leaky pot is still okay, after all, it is a special spell spirit, Chifeng's flames spewed out huge kinetic energy from his hand, rushing his figure back, and in the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru's palm that almost touched his face disappeared in front of his eyes.

But before he could be happy, the next moment a palm was against the back of his head, and the powerful force directly pressed him in place, no matter how the flames erupted in front of him, the figure was completely immobile.

"Nani?!"

But he didn't have time to be surprised, an arm was directly wrapped around his neck, like an iron pincer to control his body, so that he couldn't move at all, and finally Gojo Satoru's light voice sounded behind him, along with Gojo Satoru's white palm.

"Don't run, don't be shy, let me see ......"

A second later, the mask was removed, and Gojomo's hand was pulling directly at the chin and mouth of the leaky pot.

Then the face of the leaky pot was clearly exposed in front of Gojo Satoru's eyes.

However, after taking a closer look at the current situation of the leaky pot, Gojo is indeed a little disappointed.

It was a face, a very normal face, although it couldn't be said to be handsome, but it could be regarded as having a nose and eyes, just facing Gojo Satoru.

Satoru Gojo: "? ”

"Did you go for plastic surgery? I remember the last time I saw you, I only had one eye, and you didn't have a nose at the time......"

"But something seems wrong?"

Looking at the palm of his hand pressed on the forehead of the leaky pot, Gojo Satoru always felt that there was something wrong with the leaky pot in front of him, but for a while, his brain was indeed a little dead, and he couldn't see what was wrong.

But then he didn't have time to continue to look at it like this, after all, it was impossible for Leaky Pot and two teammates to watch Leaky Pot being teased casually.

Like a straight blood piercing in an instant, flying towards Gojo Satoru's side, although he failed to break Gojo Satoru's armor, but the posture of wanting to wipe out a large group of people behind him still made him let go of his hand and try to resist the red blood manipulation that originated from the Kamo family.

And the leaky pot also took such an opportunity to escape from the shackles of Gojo Satoru.

At this time, Hanami also arrived at the side of the leaky pot, and after making sure that he was fine, he also launched an attack on Gojo Satoru with the swelling phase.

It's just a pity that neither his plants nor his swollen blood piercing blood are of any use to Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru even just waved his hand to scatter all their attacks.

Walking out of the pieces of sawdust, Gojo Satoru looked at the mask in his hand, and then at the leaky pot not far from him, and finally figured out why he felt a little strange about the leaky pot face.

Before, his hand pressed the mouth of the leaky pot, and he didn't notice anything wrong, but at this moment, combined with the current mouth of the leaky pot, he understood what was wrong with the other party.

It seems that the leaky pot did go for plastic surgery, but the doctor of plastic surgery seems to be a little unprofessional......

The nose is upside down, and the eyes are above the mouth.

It's like tearing a drawn human face in half along the top edge of the mouth and sticking it upside down......

After looking at the current leaky pot for a while, although Gojo Satoru was already trying his best to endure and try his best to give his opponent a lot of respect, he still couldn't stop covering his mouth for a while.

"Bastard, what are you laughing at?!"

Almost instantly, the leaky pot is directly broken, although the leaky pot originally looked like that, and I didn't really care about the appearance or anything.

Spell spirits, there are all kinds of strange looks, it's just a face, what's so strange.

Sometimes, however, a person's defense is not just about whether he cares about it......

And looking at the hot leaky pot in front of him, Gojo Satoru also coughed lightly twice, forcibly stopped his laughter, and comforted dryly:

"Ahem~"

"Ah, what, leaky pot, in fact, you don't have to pay too much attention to this thing, after all, don't you see that you have a nose and eyes now?"

Leaky pot: "......"

"Bastard! Satoru Gojo! I'll kill you! Don't burn you to ashes inch by inch, and that Wuhe, and all of you people will kill you for me! One counts as one, and all of them are not left. ”

The leaky pot was really angry at this moment, and the intense flames continued to burst out from his body, and a large crowd of people around him who did not know the truth were ignited by his violent mana almost instantly.

The raging flames made Gojo Satoru frown.

"Is this actually made by Wuhe?"

But in the blink of an eye, his brow was directly released.

"But it's also the first time I've found out that guy's magic power is a temple where these rats are hiding, and the other party made a move on these guys at that time, which is normal."

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth also hooked up a flirtatious smile again, and he raised his hand and said:

"Yo~, I didn't expect you to know Wuhe too~, and it seems that he has beaten you out of a lot of psychological shadows."

"He'll be here in a minute, but you don't seem to have a chance to talk to him, is there anything you want me to convey? I can tell him later. ”

"That guy ......"

Hearing this, the momentum on the leaky pot, who was still angry all over his body, also appeared momentary condensation, and above the face, the complexion of the whole face was called an unusually wonderful, and even Hua Yuhe's swelling face was not good-looking, and it was obvious that he recalled some unbearable past......

Nearly three or four days have passed, but the events of that day are still vivid in their minds.

That......

……

(End of chapter)