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

When he reappeared, like a ghost, he stood in a scene that was too familiar to be a little strange.

A small, ordinary home compared to all living beings, the place where he grew up for more than ten years.A pair of men and women with familiar faces were holding a young baby, teasing him who was still in his infancy. The baby also laughed and babbled, grabbing the fingers and hair of the father and mother.

Xia Youjie watched all this silently.

His face was very calm, without any expression, as if this was not the ordinary happiness that he had smashed with his own hands and had once had.

— Does it make sense?

Someone questioned him in his head.It's a familiar voice, a familiar look.

——Significant, and righteous.

Xia Youjie closed his eyes and replied.

As these words resurfaced in his mind, the scene around him dimmed again, and finally shattered into the air, becoming invisible.

So Xia Youjie waited.He had already anticipated what the next scene would be.

Time seems to have never existed in this nothingness, and the darkness that passes by is as long and endless as the sands of the Ganges River.

Xia Youjie woke up again, in a broken body, and suddenly became conscious with the sound of approaching footsteps.He leaned against the wall inside the high school alley, struggling to support himself and staggered forward, his right arm was tingling, and his perception was numb due to the massive blood loss, but he still recognized the footsteps coming towards him.

It must have been coming towards him.

After realizing this, Xia Youjie stopped in his tracks and just waited in place.He is now in a state of embarrassment, his right arm is seriously injured and covered with blood, his clothes are torn and splattered with crimson blood, and his long hair is scattered on his shoulders and back, almost no image at all.

But he still smiled when the tall and thin figure appeared in the skylight at the entrance of the alley.

"Enlightenment." He called him, with a slightly warm and unbelievably free and easy tone, "Long time no see."

Not to mention he was too late.

In fact, he was not late at all.Xia Youjie thought.

The Wutiao Wu who came over paused after hearing the words, but the six eyes that were tightly covered by snow-white bandages, which symbolized the power of the world, made it impossible to see his expression clearly, only his pursed cold eyes could be seen. Hard lip line.He walked towards Xia Youjie slowly.In the real history of Xia Youjie before his death, the two should have had a conversation about the previous Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, but Xia Youjie didn't want to talk about it.

So Gojo Satoru didn't say anything.

They were silent relative to each other like a tacit understanding.

Xia Youjie's body gradually became cold due to massive blood loss.He could no longer support the standing posture, so he leaned his back against the wall and slid to the ground little by little.

Gojo Satoru looked at him and also raised his hand, but he didn't want to make a gesture to give him the final blow, but to undo the bandages wrapped around his eyes bit by bit.The snow-white cloth slid down his neck and fell into the black high-necked high-pants jacket.

So Gojo Satoru now looks no different from him when he was a student.

God always favors him.He was handsome and had a childlike face, not particularly childish, but he couldn't feel the slightest trace of the passage of time.But when Xia Youjie looked at him, he could always see many subtle differences.Gojo Satoru wouldn't have shown that expression when he was a boy.Gojo Satoru in his boyhood never learned to want to move forward but stop until the day he said goodbye.Gojo Satoru in his youth would not look at him with such seemingly calm but sad eyes.These many differences are superimposed together, and become a Wujo Wu that seems to have not changed, but has changed a lot.

The changed Gojo Satoru watched him with his own eyes.

Those clear blue eyes were no different.It is still as bright as sea water under the sun on a sunny day, or ice edges condensed and shining in the cold wind, or a cloudless sky.

He saw himself in those eyes for a long time.

Having already experienced the scene before death once, people realized the preciousness of looking at each other at this moment, Xia Youjie smiled at him.

He remembered again the last words Gojo Satoru had said to him.

That's not a curse, but a key.

The key is crucial to Xia Youjie.

The moment he remembered that sentence, Gojo Satoru who was standing in front of him opened his lips, as if he wanted to say something.But Xia Youjie had already closed his eyes, and the light of the setting sun was extinguished in his eyes.Then the scene around him cracked again.

The thick, pitch-black iron chain slid across the air, flinging towards the tall white-haired young man like a boa constrictor, and the swift sound of the wind it brought up showed a force that could not be ignored. His moves were ruthless, and they all aimed at the weak points of the human body. Go, there is no trace of mercy.

But Gojo Satoru's figure trapped between the chains is still freehand.

He turned around to avoid the attack of the man in black, his snow-white sleeves painted with dragonfly patterns fluttered, predicting the opponent's next move, and frowned slightly. Grabbed the iron chain that was swimming in the air, and pulled it vigorously.

It stands to reason that his strength is already at the very top level among adult men who have been tempered for a long time, but he didn't move in a daze, and the opposite side seemed to be falling with a stubborn rock the size of a mountain, which was terrifyingly heavy.Wujo Wu didn't believe in evil, so he tried to pull it again, but it still didn't move.

The man in black stopped his attack and watched him drag and tug speechlessly. For a moment, the tug-of-war scene stopped, looking a little embarrassed.

Gojo Satoru let out a "huh" and a question mark popped up on his forehead. He looked curiously at the mysterious man who wrapped the other end of the chain around the arm under his sleeve, and asked:

"Obitu-kun? It's Obitu-kun, right? Why can't you move this?"

As soon as he chatted, he chatted to death.

The black-haired young man in the fox mask remained motionless, staring at Gojo Satoru coldly with the only black pupil exposed, without answering at all.As if he didn't hear the name Gojo Wu said at all, he pulled the chain on his arm, as if doing it specially for Wujo Wu to see, he slowly grasped the chain with the palm of his hand, and his body center of gravity sank slightly.

Gojo Satoru simply wasn't polite to him, and raised the corners of his lips with the mentality of trying, and used spells to strengthen his arms, trying to test the strength limit of the person opposite him.

Unexpectedly, the young man in black suddenly sank his waist and threw the iron chain into the air vigorously.An indescribable force came from the other end of the chain, Wujo Wu who was holding the chain was caught off guard, so he had to let go, stepped on the chain that was attacking him, and turned backwards, relying on his very good flexibility Lowering his waist, he avoided the chain that swept across the tip of his nose in time.

The scene looked very thrilling, and the two of them could fight back and forth, but it was really boring.

real.Wujo Satoru repeated it in his heart, emphasizing his tone.Really, really, really boring!

Because neither of them can do anything to the other.

Surrounded by hot spring hotels, it is obviously impossible for Gojo Satoru to use Cang, He and Chi with a large range of damage in such a densely populated place. Other attack methods, such as simple physical skills, obviously cannot help the physical skills in front of him. No matter how superb the mysterious person is, even if the application of the magic formula is used to strengthen the power, the result is the same.The other party is not a man who can be swayed by this little trick.

As for why not use infinite space——

If the real identity of the other party is the person he imagined, Boundless Space may not be useful to him, in various senses.

Domain and large-scale killing moves cannot be used, and Gojo Satoru has unlimited protection on his body, and the opponent can't do anything to him.So the battle was deadlocked like this, Gojo Satoru could only try to use small talk to see if he could get some information.

However, the other party has long been prepared.

In the field of vision of the six eyes, there was no abnormal figure and facial features that were not similar to the black-haired man he had seen in the business district before, and he did not use any distinctive moves, and fought against him solely by physical skills.As for an ordinary weapon like a chain, of course it cannot be used as evidence for suspicion... Even though Six Eyes was denying it, Wujo Wu's intuition told him that his guess must be right.

The guy in front of him must be related to Jie's current situation.

He appeared here, not for the purpose of assassination, but standing in front of the hotel to prevent me from entering the field of birth of the super-level spell spirit that has already unfolded. It must be just to delay time.

What is Jay going to do?

How on earth did he come back to life?He appeared here at this moment, did he have a new plan to massacre ordinary people and change the world, so he wanted to absorb this special magic spirit that seemed to have something special about it?

While fighting, Gojo Satoru was thinking about these questions that had arisen in his mind when the domain of the super-level magic spirit was discovered just now, but he saw that the expression of his opponent who was fighting with him seemed to have changed.

The black-haired young man stared at the hotel surrounded by the natural domain from a distance through the hole of the mask, and the ordinary and unimpressive face under the mask seemed to frown involuntarily.

He kicked at Wujo Wu, distanced himself from Wujo Wu, and forcibly ended the melee combat. He waved the chain wrapped around him in the air, retracted his arm, and gave him a last look.

Then a delusion-like red flashed in those eyes, and the young man in black mysteriously disappeared in place.

It was as if it was wiped out of the air in an instant by an invisible hand.

Gojo Satoru wasn't too surprised by his sudden departure, nor did he try to track it down. Instead, he used his six eyes to observe the fluctuations of some tiny substances in the air, and after confirming a certain guess in his heart, he showed a somewhat happy expression.

The white-haired young man took out the waistband of his bathrobe, peeled off a lollipop, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was not in a hurry to rescue the anxious assistant supervisor who was tied to the tire, but walked to the end in a leisurely manner. In front of the wall of the hotel near the location where the auxiliary supervisor parked, he reached out on tiptoe and found that he couldn't reach the top of the wall, so he took a few steps back and took a short run-up, and jumped up easily.

He was sitting on the top of the wall, with a pair of long legs gliding over, with a lollipop wrapped in his mouth to absorb the sweetness, but his azure blue eyes stared directly at the translucent chaotic black-gray, somewhat similar in appearance to the tent. Born outside the field.

He observed for two seconds and pressed his hand up.

Gojo Satoru deliberately didn't open No Lower Limit.

The skin of his palm touched the outside of the domain which was as fragile as an eggshell, but failed to blend into the interior of the domain as naturally as a shadow.

Sure enough, you are rejecting me.

Ming Mingjie is inside, probably doing something bad, but I can't get in...

The young man with short snow-white hair sighed regretfully, changed to a more comfortable sitting position, raised one leg, and prepared to observe the situation again.

However, the palm that was still stuck on it and forgot to take it back brought him an extra surprise.

At a certain moment, Gojo Satoru's brain, which had been inhabited by the reversal spell all year round, was very rare and dizzy.

When he came back to his senses again, it seemed that he was just suddenly shaken by something, but nothing happened.

But Wujo Satoru, whose own field is related to spirit, is very sensitive to such anomalies.

In his cognition, about 3 seconds have passed.

And what happened in these 3 seconds is completely blank, and he has no memory at all.

——It’s a rare psychic type.

Realizing this, Gojo Satoru bent his knuckles in surprise and knocked on the shell of the domain. He was thinking about whether to violently break this natural domain, so as to prevent his best friend from getting this special magic spirit that even he would be accidentally recruited. When it got more difficult, strange things happened again before his eyes.

domain, disappears by itself.