Comprehensive: Gojo Satoru's Chaotic Daily Life

Tokyo, the official deepest place.

In the silent space, there are only crisp footsteps.

Gojo Satoru put his hands in his pockets, walking familiarly in a dark passage only lit by candles.

Around it, there are all kinds of defensive spells.

After walking for about tens of seconds, he stopped in front of a gate.

Stretching out a hand, the door opened, and he walked in directly.

After entering, I found a huge round wooden table in front of it, and there were more than a dozen dignified old people and a few middle-aged people sitting under it.

"It's late at night, what's the matter with you, I have to go home and sleep."

Gojo Satoru said dissatisfied.

This group of old men like to hold meetings at night. If it weren't for something very important, which might be related to the reality of the future, otherwise he wouldn't come here.

"I'm sorry Wujo-kun, please sit down first."

Prime Minister Nara, who was sitting at the head, said with an apologetic face.

"don't want."

Gojo Satoru flatly refused.

"Say something quickly."

All of them are no strangers to Gojo Satoru who doesn't give any face to the current prime minister.

And Prime Minister Nara didn't care about it, he just turned his eyes to an old man sitting beside him.

Sensing the gaze, the old man 370 crossed his fingers and said calmly.

"Gojo Satoru, what do you think of the current disaster situation?"

"How do you look at it? Of course, you can look at it lying down, looking sideways, or standing up. What else can you look at?"

Wujo Satoru looked indifferent.

"yes?"

Silently skipping this topic, the old man continued.

"Recently, there have been a lot of filth in the wild places all over the country. They reproduce very fast. If they are wiped out today, there will be a large amount of filth gathering again tomorrow. Although there will be 12 days to guard, this is not a long-term solution. .”

"For this matter, I, we all think that there is a mastermind behind the scenes manipulating everything, and it may be preparing for a super-large-scale dirty incident to erupt at a certain time at a certain place."

"This has seriously threatened the real world.

The voice fell, and no one spoke.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"So, you, no, it should be you, what do you mean?"

"We don't mean five things (beda)."

The old man said with a serious face.

"I called you to come here this time because I want you to organize some expeditionary onmyoji teams. Of course, we will also arrange to insert exorcists and people from the anti-monster class to conduct disaster investigations.

Expedition, team?

Hearing this, he raised his horns and sneered.

"It's an expedition, but it's actually a team to die, right? There's no need to be so pretty, old man."

"Gojo Satoru! You have to know that this is a plan that was conceived for the sake of reality. Let their expedition team go to the depths of the disaster field to investigate, "Even if you die, it is for human beings!"

Another unshaven middle-aged man slapped the table angrily and stood up, roaring.

"Sit down on Aoba."

The old man frowned and scolded loudly, feeling annoyed in his heart.

Are the younger generations now all brainless? How dare they challenge the strongest onmyoji in the world of onmyoji today? I really don’t know how to write the word death.

"But."

"sit down!"

Qingye still wanted to quibble, but was immediately reprimanded by the old man again, and sat down unwillingly.

The rest of the dozen or so people watched with an attitude of watching a show, and they didn't seem to want to join the expedition team.

However, to agree with the expedition team, at least more than half of the people agreed.

Taking a deep breath, the old man's gaze refocused on Gojo Satoru who remained indifferent all the time.

"What do you think about the expedition, Gojo Satoru?"

"Opinion? Didn't I say enough just now?"

Gojo Satoru said disdainfully.

Expedition team, go to the depths of the wilderness to investigate? It sounds so nice, but in the end it is just a team of death.

The strength of the current Huoye group, the average combat power is directly to open the Yin-Yang world, once this team called Yuanzheng is found, everyone in it will die.

He will not agree to this matter.

"I see."

The old man closed his eyes.

He had finished speaking, and had nothing more to say.

The huge room fell into silence.

Gojo Satoru glanced at everyone present, and was about to turn around and leave.

However, at this time, another old man's voice came.

"Since you don't agree with the matter of the expedition team, how can you explain to us the matter of the Eight Lords of the Nihility Realm and Rin Okumura, the son of Satan? The Satanic Demon King is extremely angry. After prediction, the powerful demons will attack in large numbers. appear in reality.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks and looked towards the source of the voice.

He was a thin old man in a kimono who looked like he was about to become a king.

Scratching his white hair, Gojo Satoru said indifferently.

"Well, I didn't intend to make excuses either. After all, people are planning to sacrifice tens of thousands of people with blood. Can't I kill that brat? As for that brat, let him be an exorcist."

"Can't you capture the Eighth Prince alive?"

The old man in kimono asked in a deep voice.

"You must know that because of the death of the eight princes, the number of demons that came to reality will increase rapidly in a certain period of time."

"So what if it increases, anyway, I can't touch you group of high-ranking old men, and I don't care how many people died."

The yin and yang words made the old man in the kimono feel a little angry.

"We are the masterminds behind the scenes and do not have the ability to fight."

"Yes, pig brains behind the scenes."

With a mocking sentence, Gojo Satoru turned and left.

"Don't forget, Satan wants to take his son away. If you stop him again and again, we will do it ourselves! Gojo Satoru!"

"But don't forget, I'm on Rin Okumura's side."

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, his eyes were icy cold at the moment, looking at everyone behind him with killing intent.

"If you keep talking, I'll kill you all!"

He has no patience. .