Curse: Red Blood Son

Gojo Satoru stood in the queue, like a restless monkey, and would stick his head out every once in a while to take a look.

The sun gradually set in the west, and the sky was stained with a gorgeous sunset glow.

Gojo Satoru looked at the brilliant colors, but he had no leisure to appreciate them.

When he saw that the number of people in front of him was getting smaller and smaller, and the number of people behind him was increasing like a tide, his anxiety was finally relieved.

An hour passed slowly like a long torture, and finally it was his turn.

"Hey, Master Jie, it's really not easy to find you."

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, but the smile on his face could not hide his inner urgency.

"Go! You are so free, what are you doing here?"

Xiayou Jie frowned slightly, with doubt in his eyes.

"Don't say you just saw me! I have been queuing here hard."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes and pouted.

"So what exactly do you want to do by doing this?"

Xia Yujie asked while handling the affairs at hand.

"It's not a big deal, just help me get the tree out."

Gojo Satoru folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at Xia Yujie expectantly.

"Why don't you make an appointment yourself?"

Xia Yujie raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru with suspicion. He felt that there must be something wrong with this guy.

So Xia Yujie also chose to play it safe and said to Gojo Satoru: "You can see that I'm very busy now."

"You help me get rid of the cursed spirits on these believers first, and then I will find a way to help you get the tree out. It's fair."

Gojo Satoru looked at the long line of believers and felt his scalp tingling.

The line was winding like a dragon, as if there was no end.

"I wanted to ask just now, are there so many cursed spirits recently? The length of this line is too exaggerated."

Gojo Satoru frowned and looked miserable. He almost got rid of the psychological shadow of queuing.

"There's nothing we can do. There was an earthquake just now, and many people died."

Xiayou Jie sighed, his expression solemn.

"The cursed spirits on these people are still very weak. If we don't deal with them quickly, it will be more troublesome later."

"Earthquakes are not uncommon in Japan, how could so many people die?" Gojo Satoru asked puzzledly.

"It seems that the government and the consortium colluded to build a lot of shoddy projects, causing the disaster effect to exceed expectations."

Xiayou Jie shook his head helplessly.

"These have nothing to do with us. By the way, can you help or not?"

Gojo Satoru was still chatting with Xiayou Jie. Seeing that the queue was completely motionless, the people in the queue behind him began to complain.

Someone couldn't help but shout: "Can you hurry up! We are still waiting!"

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru knew that he couldn't force Xiayou Jie to contact Kamo Tree at this moment.

Xiayou Jie ordered someone to take Gojo Satoru to the back of the hall to choose a set of butler's clothes, and then set up another table in the corner next to it.

Gojo Satoru, wearing a rather serious butler's uniform, reluctantly sat behind the table and began to take on jobs.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the window into the hall, forming golden beams of light, with dust flying in them.

Soon, ordinary butlers led the believers to Gojo Satoru.

"Come on, come on, if the situation is not serious, please go this way."

The butlers said loudly while busy guiding the believers.

Soon, Gojo Satoru welcomed the first "customer".

This was a middle-aged uncle with thick hair. At first glance, he looked a bit like Ye Mo Zhengdao.

The uncle's eyes were full of anxiety and doubt about Gojo Satoru.

"It's not the leader who exorcise spirits. I don't know if it's reliable."

However, he really didn't want to continue queuing, so he slowly began to describe his situation.

"When I was sleeping recently, I always felt a heavy breathing sound in my ears..."

His voice trembled, as if he was still immersed in that terrifying experience.

Gojo Satoru didn't even need to listen to him finish, he had already seen that on his right shoulder, there was a cursed spirit shaped like a bull terrier sticking out its tongue and moving its mouth open and close.

Gojo Satoru looked relaxed, waved his hand lightly, and the action was as casual as if he was driving away an annoying fly, and instantly exorcised the bull terrier cursed spirit.

"Okay, next one." Gojo Satoru looked impatient, muttering to himself: I don't have time to listen to the believers' nagging, I have to finish the work quickly and get down to business.

Compared with Xia Yujie's amiable, caring, and spring-like exorcism process, Gojo Satoru's service attitude was far worse.

The sun gradually sank to the west, and the afterglow dyed the entire Panxing Sect orange-red.

With Gojo Satoru's help, the progress of dealing with the believers was significantly accelerated, and finally all the believers were sent away before the sun completely set..

"Ah~ I'm so tired."

Gojo Satoru stretched his body and muttered.

His fair face was also stained with a trace of fatigue at this moment. He was probably not in the mood to fight with a tree today.

"Why didn't I see Naoko? She should be with you."

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"After the earthquake, the local hospital was seriously short of staff."

As Xia Yujie said, he rubbed his sore neck, and his handsome face was a little haggard at this moment.

"Naoko took Nanako and Mimiko to help as representatives of Panxing Cult."

"Are those two girls able to stand on their own?"

Gojo Satoru also knew that Xia Yujie had rescued the two girls.

Every time he saw the two sisters, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but want to tease them, so that the two sisters didn't have a good impression of Gojo Satoru.

"No, they said they wanted to help."

Xiayou Jie's voice was a little hoarse.

"Noseko said that at least they can see the cursed spirits, so they can help a little."

While talking, Xiayou Jie took Gojo Satoru to the reception room in the backyard of Panxing Sect.

The two walked slowly along the bluestone path, talking as they walked, and soon came to a quaint cottage filled with a faint sandalwood scent.

"Hospitals are not suitable for taking children to places, especially now."

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but remind him.

Xiayou Jie certainly understood what Gojo Satoru meant.

The more disasters happen, the more likely it is to produce cursed spirits in places like hospitals where negative emotions are concentrated.

"Don't worry, the two of them are much stronger than you think, not to mention that there is Nozomi here."

The two walked into the reception room, Xiayou Jie gently brought Gojo Satoru a few exquisite cakes and carefully poured steaming hot tea.

"Okay, let's get down to business. What are you looking for Shu for?"

Xia Yujie took a sip from his teacup, staring at Gojo Satoru and asked. He had been talking all day and his mouth was dry.

"It's nothing serious. I was just mad at the old men at home and wanted to have a fight."

Gojo Satoru avoided his eyes and said with a guilty conscience.

A subtle embarrassment flashed across his face, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table unconsciously.