Is your best friend also a handsome white-haired guy with no face?

"This is the center of the enchantment." Xia Youjie said softly, "Things that want to be suppressed and hidden."

He was holding something out of the dug up soil.

It was a wooden box.

Xia Youjie blasted away the soil under the ancient cherry tree in the courtyard where Gojo Wujo lived, and Hatake Kakashi dug it up with Kunai, and the old wooden box was finally exposed.It seems to have been placed for some years, and the corners are a little rotten, but it is still tightly sealed, exuding the unique smell of the deep soil, but there is no trace of the internal things.

Hatake Kakashi used a small water trap casually, washed the mud-stained kunai in his hand, and handed it to him:

"Open it and see what it is."

He spoke casually and without any intellectual curiosity in his words.Xia Youjie knew that he would urge himself, simply because he knew that time would not wait, and Uchiha Obito has not come back yet, the longer he entangled with Gojo Satoru, the greater the possibility of their side being exposed.

Xia Youjie took the kunai and pried open the wooden box with the tip.

Unexpectedly, although the box itself is tight, there is no special protection.In fact, it's quite normal when you think about it. As the core of the enchantment and the object of suppression, to take out this box, you must first remove the four first-level curse spirits that are the basis of the enchantment.

The enchantment itself is already the most stringent protection, and there is really no need to tamper with the box.

Xia Youjie was very accurate.

The lid of the box became loose after he pried it open, and his own arm strength was very good, so it was completely opened.

But he didn't immediately lift the lid of the box to expose the contents inside, but asked Kakashi next to him:

"Mr. Kakashi, do you need to open it immediately?"

Although he didn't see what was in the box, Xia Youjie already had his own guess about it.

It's not pleasant stuff anyway.

"That depends on your wishes, Mr. Xia You." The cunning senior who had been paddling since just now squatted beside him, lazily looking at him with his chin in his hands, "This is a decision you need to make."

Xia Youjie interpreted the words that seemed to shirk responsibility or give him all the right to freedom, but there was another deep meaning.

It was Uchiha Obito who agreed to cooperate with him, not Hatake Kakashi.Hatake Kakashi said that he was different from them, and only Xia Youjie and Uchiha Obito could see the cracks.Moreover, at the beginning, Uchiha Obito, who refused to cooperate with him, said, "This is not my world"...

This should be considered part of the main mission.

Thinking of this, Xia Youjie laughed again.

He shook his head, and directly opened the lid of the box.

A good-looking head lay in a box.With black hair like clouds, beautiful makeup, and picturesque eyebrows, if you don't look at the cut below the neck, the expression with closed eyes is quite peaceful, like a deep sleep.

It's a pity that a fine cross-shaped old scar stretched across her forehead, running through the entire head, and the traces of the ugly centipede sutured wound could be vaguely seen, making one have to guess that her skull was It wasn't completely opened and sewn together.

At the same time, a large amount of night-like thick and pitch-black mantra poured out from the inside of the box, engulfing everything in front of it like a sea tide.

Gojo Satoru wasn't in a hurry to do anything.

He was like an ordinary guest who came to stay in the hotel, enjoying the service of the hotel, praising the blooming cherry blossoms, and preparing to take a dip in the hot spring to relax.It's just that when choosing a room, he showed a bit of a weird temper.

The waitress led him around the store before he chose the most remote one.

"Because the tree and the pond are both big, so are the rooms." After being advised cryptically, the strange snow-white-haired guest said frankly, but the ice-blue eyes seemed to be shining with interest, and the drawn-out voice showed a bit Jokingly indecent, "I like big ones."

Instead of taking care of the assistant supervisors waiting outside, Gojo Satoru spent a long time soaking comfortably in the hot spring pool that comes with the room. After playing in the water, eating desserts and having fun, he changed into the plain dragonfly pattern he was used to wearing. Styled bathrobes, standing in the garden to enjoy the flowers.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

A bright moon hangs high, shining on the blooming cherry blossoms, and the night wind blows like rain. Even though the six eyes that are not blocked are looking directly at some things that ordinary people can't look directly at, Gojo Satoru has to admit that this scene is beautiful.

The subtle traces of magic power dyed in the cherry blossoms were too mixed, he didn't bother to look at them, so he simply raised his head and looked at the icy white moon through the branches of flowers.

He didn't know how beautiful the moonlight was when it fell on his snow-white eyelashes and the cold blue eyes of the sky, as if the sea reflected the rising moon.No, he has always known how attractive his appearance is, and he is also good at showing off his charm, but at this moment, the moonlight is like water like sand, and the night cherry blossoms are falling silently. He doesn't have these in his heart, only the rare thoughts in life.

He is waiting for the old man.

He wondered if anyone would come to the appointment.This is a silent covenant, Wujo Wu stayed here, most of the reason is to wait.

He could imagine that person wearing a dark yukata and walking slowly on the side of the edge with clogs.He will not stop for the cherry blossoms in the sky, the night is like cold water covering his sleeves and cuffs, and the warm yellow light cast by the lantern above his head is dyed on his black long hair that is half loose and slightly curled.

He walks alone in the night.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly.He looked up at the moon, but closed his eyes, and the silver moonlight dyed his cheeks and hair.

Coming from a far away place, the sound of footsteps was familiar yet slightly unfamiliar to him.Step by step, approaching him like a delusion, Wujo Satoru felt everything behind him, and didn't know if it was a hallucination born of his own delusion, or another dream that he glimpsed a few days ago.

But it really isn't.

Even though it is as ethereal as a candle in the wind, an extremely familiar breath is approaching.

Not only the identification of the six eyes, but also the trembling of the sensitive body perception, his soul told him over and over again:

This is Jay.

This is Xia Youjie.

It wasn't the magic trick of some magic spirit, nor was it the old shadow in his dream and the illusion in the crowd. The one standing behind him and looking at him was the real Xia Youjie.

No one expected that the reunion would be so quiet, happening on this moonlit night full of eerie atmosphere.

Gojo Satoru didn't intend to turn around.

Just like the person he noticed, he also stopped at the last corner and never came forward.

At this time, Gojo Satoru finally felt that the ability of Six Eyes was really useful.You can feel the breath of the person behind you without turning around. It's not that gazing is better than gazing.Why don't you see him with your own eyes, obviously you only need to turn around?

This is their unique tacit understanding.Sometimes there is no need to say it, just a breath, a silent look at each other in the crowd, Wujo Wu can understand some of the messages he wants to convey from Xia Youjie's behavior.

His best friend who had died and whose body was buried by him reappeared.

Under this undeniable fact, undercurrents surged, to the extent that even six eyes could hardly see clearly.

No matter what hidden secrets there are, "unable to meet Wujo Wu" is Xia Youjie's judgment.

By now, Gojo Satoru had long learned to respect Xia Youjie's decision.

After all, it wasn't a popsicle that could be broken in half for him in summer, nor was it a soft drink that two people could drink together.Xia Youjie's decision is the back view of leaving in the crowd, and the remaining half of his life.

He watched his short life fall so fast and burn like an ominous comet that he didn't want to see it again.

There is nothing wrong with retaining this tacit understanding now, and Jie's judgment at such a time is generally not wrong.

Moreover, his youth can be preserved with painless intimacy, which has long existed only in memory.

But what Wujo Satoru didn't expect was that the quiet moment of reunion was so short.

He frowned when he witnessed the plight of the auxiliary supervisor outside the hotel, but he knew in his heart that this encounter could only end here.

Dealing with four first-level curse spirits is really not a threat to Gojo Wu.

It took him less than a minute to exorcise them casually, and he still had time to observe carefully, and sighed that these were not the four magic spirits used to guard the enchantment of the hotel.

Sure enough, after he got rid of them, the barrier of the hotel loosened in Gojo Satoru's perception.

Gojo Satoru didn't care, he was about to rescue the auxiliary supervisor named Yamamoto who was tied to the tire of the car, and some unlucky guy who was fixed to the chassis of the car, he stopped halfway pace.

The white-haired youth looked at the empty space with great interest.

Under his gaze, swirling ripples appeared, and a man wearing a fox mask appeared in front of him.

He was wearing a nondescript black yukata, short black hair, average height in Japan, and a body that was neither too strong nor too thin, and his face was covered.All in all, no memory points.Compared with those maverick curse masters, this person in front of him is more like a killer in the traditional sense. He will not leave a deep impression on people, but he is a master who hides in the dark and kills with one blow.

Gojo Satoru stared at him for a moment, and then returned to his usual smile.

He seemed to have discovered something interesting, his eyes were bright, and he had a light but sincere smile on his face, but the words he said were not pleasant at all:

"I said, your mask is so ugly."

The man in black ignored him.

He stood there with his arms folded, his dark eyes staring at Gojo Satoru through the holes in the inferior mask, with a wonderful expression of "I don't want to talk to you".

"It's the truth, don't look like you're talking nonsense. The taste is really bad." Gojo Gojo said casually as if trying to annoy the other party, tilted his head slightly to look at the unexpected guest, and asked, "Aren't you going to take it off?"

The man in black didn't answer.He looked a little annoyed, but didn't move.

"What, you want to hold me back." Gojo Satoru continued to complain, with a pair of blue eyes that were somewhat transparent, as if he could see through the thoughts of the person opposite, and said bluntly, "But I don't want to fight with me? Why? Ah, it’s not necessarily a loss...huh?"

Surprise finally appeared in his ending sound.

The white-haired young man turned his head to look at the hotel, and the majestic magic power spewing out from nowhere rose up in his eyes, and finally formed a dark and closed place similar to a "tent", firmly enclosing the entire hot spring hotel. firmly locked inside.

The auxiliary supervisor who was tied to the tire behind him had already recognized what it was, and blurted out in panic:

"It's super! This is the wave of an unregistered super magic spirit...! That's...?"

"—Born in the domain." Wujo Satoru said the answer.He didn't care about the unsubdued window members who were trying to report to the higher-ups, his voice became low, he turned his head to look at the man in black, and raised the corners of his lips at him, his expression was somewhat provocative, but his tone was close to his own He said to himself, "Is this the purpose of you and him? If I say, I have to go in and have a look?"

The dark-haired man answered his question with motion.

A heavy iron chain with a sharp tip hung down his right arm like a swimming python, making a slight crisp sound of metal impact.