Curse: Red Blood Son

Fuguro Shier's face changed slightly when he heard this.

He had indeed given up many things for survival, including the so-called self-esteem.

But at this moment, facing the provocation of Kamo Tree, the anger in his heart was ignited again.

"To be honest, all I need is your body. If you don't want, I can kill you now and make your body into a puppet. It doesn't make much difference to me."

There was a hint of coldness and determination in Kamo Tree's words, as if telling Fuguro Shier that he had absolute strength and determination.

Fuguro Shier clenched his fists, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart were intertwined.

However, at this moment, Kamo Tree threw another heavy bomb.

"If it weren't for your last words that you couldn't let go of your son, I wouldn't have spared your life. After all, you have the blood of many innocent people on your hands."

This sentence was like a flash of lightning, hitting Fuguro Shier's soft spot deep in his heart.

He thought of his son. He had always thought that he didn't care.

But just when he was dying, he realized the emotions he had been buried deep in his heart.

He did not expect that what he was most worried about before his death was not the hatred for the Zenin family, but his young son.

Kamoshu looked at Fushiguro Shier in silence, knowing that he had been touched by his words.

"I hope you will think carefully whether you want to abandon your son to fight a losing battle with me for the so-called self-esteem. And you have a daughter, right? I heard that your daughter is also very well-behaved. It is not a good father to favor sons over daughters."

There was a hint of sincerity in his voice, as if waiting for Fushiguro Shier's final decision.

Fushiguro Shier stood there and thought for a long time.

His eyes flickered in the darkness, as if weighing the pros and cons and gains and losses.

In the end, he slowly loosened his clenched fists and chose silence and compromise.

He understood that he had no way out and could only accept Kamoshu's proposal and live for the future of his son and daughter.

Kamoshu stood in front of Fushiguro Shier, his eyes revealed a kind of depth and confidence, as if everything was under control.

"It seems that we have reached an agreement, that is, we are allies. I can't let you suffer a loss, so I'll give you this."

As Kamoshu said this, he slowly raised his hand, waved his fingertips lightly, and the spell was activated instantly.

I saw a strange light condensed in his hand, and then a body that looked exactly like Tenriko slowly took shape, as if it was born from nothingness.

Fuguro Shier looked at this scene, and a trace of astonishment and shock flashed in his eyes.

He had never seen such a magical spell that could create a person's body so easily.

At this moment, he once again deeply felt the power and unfathomable depth of Kamoshu.

He was stunned in place, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

Fuguro Shier understood that Kamoshu showed this taboo spell in front of him not only to allow him to smoothly hand over the task, but also as a silent expression, a silent trust, a recognition of an ally.

Fuguro Shier knew that he had no way out.

He got on this pirate ship, and if he wanted to get off, he would have to pay the price of his life.

However, he didn't want to die now. He wanted to watch his children grow up and become excellent sorcerers.

He looked at Kamo Tree, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, with both gratitude and helplessness.

"No matter who the enemy you are going to deal with is, it can only be considered bad luck for him."

Fuguro Shier left this sentence, turned and walked to the door, carrying the 'Tenchi Riko' that Kamo Tree had just made on his shoulders.

Before leaving, he looked back at Kamo Tree again, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He knew that he and Kamo Tree had established a subtle connection, a relationship of both opposition and cooperation.

They all fought for their own purposes, but in this cruel world of sorcery, being able to find a trustworthy ally might be a rare blessing.

As Fuguro Shier's back gradually disappeared behind the door, the basement returned to calm again.

After watching Fushiguro Shier's slightly unruly figure gradually disappear in the winding corridor of the Hongxing Palace, Kamo Shu slowly turned around and stepped back into the solemn and deep interior of the main hall with steady steps.

In the main hall, ancient lanterns were hung between the towering beams and pillars. The dim halo cast mottled shadows on the bluestone floor, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to this solemn space.

Xia Yujie and others were discussing something.

At this moment, an indescribable sense of spatial distortion quietly permeated, like ripples suddenly appearing on a calm lake, breaking the tranquility of the room.

Then, a figure appeared inIn the interlaced light and shadow, Gojo Satoru appeared out of thin air. His arrival seemed to bring a storm from another world, and he instantly became the focus of the audience.

Gojo Satoru's figure was particularly dazzling under the swaying candlelight. His clothes swayed gently in the wind, like a god of war walking out of an ancient scroll, exuding an extraordinary and indomitable aura.

His silver hair shone with a cold luster in the dim light, and in the depths of his eyes there was both the joy of being reborn after experiencing life and death, and the pride and confidence of successfully breaking through his own limits.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through the essence of all things in the world, and they also hid endless depth and wisdom.

"Jie, are you all right? Where is the curse master?"

Gojo Satoru's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of his heart, with a power that could not be ignored.

Xia Yujie looked up, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his composure: "I didn't see it, Shu went over to help you, you two didn't meet."

"You're still asking if others are okay, look at yourself first, how come you are covered in blood, as if you were just ripped open by someone." Jiali Nishiko's voice was a bit teasing, but it was hard to hide her concern.

She stood aside, her arms crossed, her eyes were both reproachful and worried.

Gojo Satoru looked down at his bloodstained collar, and his domineering aura instantly dropped by half, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Well, there was a little accident, but it's all over. I feel that I am... so strong now, and I need to find an opponent to release this power."

"Don't look for it. I have reached an agreement with Fushiguro Shier, the curse master. He has given up the mission and left."

Kamo Tree walked out of the darkness, his voice calm and firm, and his figure looked particularly steady under the dim light.

"Huh? Since you let him go, then come and fight with me, and let you see the gap between us now."

Gojo Satoru's eyes instantly locked on Kamo Tree, and a trace of hot fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, like a volcano ready to erupt at any time.

Kamoshu shook his head helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face:

"Don't you see where this is? Besides, we have been fighting for several days in a row. I just want to find a quiet place to rest, but I don't have the energy to go crazy with you, a fighting maniac."

As he spoke, he gently patted the dust off his body, his eyes full of the meaning of 'I don't want to bother with you'.