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

The bitter aftertaste of swallowing the magic spirit came from the throat like an illusion, and there seemed to be countless disgusting spheres rolling and squeezing in the stomach, but Xia Youjie didn't care at all.Relying on his strong willpower and years of adaptation to the characteristics of his own technique, he calmly opened his eyes again.

Sure enough, the next moment, his body seemed to dissipate like the illusion of nausea that had accumulated in his body after years of devouring the curse spirit and exploded at the same time.

He has already seen through the real mysteries of the super magic spirit domain in front of him.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Standing in the pitch-black void, Xia Youjie asked faintly.

At this moment, his clothes have changed into the black bathrobe he wore in the hot spring hotel.With the continuous cracking, this domain with illusion as the main body has been torn by him layer by layer, and in the end, its effect on him has been so weak that it has almost no effect. appearance.

It can be said that he is only one step away from taming the super curse spirit in front of him.

But Xia Youjie's purpose of allowing him to enter the field with certain effects is not to use it for his own use, but to have other information he wants to get.

"People have eight hardships." An ethereal female voice came from the depths of the darkness, and the super magic spirit that surrounded him with domains after the box was opened finally revealed its real body.A slender figure changed from blurred to clear, dressed in a gorgeous twelve-single, walking slowly towards Xia Youjie's direction on wooden clogs like a noble lady in the Heian era.She held a juniper fan, and the voice of reciting sounded a little sad, but she said quietly, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death, love is separated, resentment and hatred are met, what you can't ask for, the five aggregates are blazing, everyone has it. Why do you Can it be broken?"

Xia Youjie didn't answer right away.

He looked at that face, with bright and graceful eyebrows and eyes, long black hair draped over his shoulders, and vaguely familiar features.

Naturally, Xia Youjie saw her not long ago.In the wooden box containing the head of the dead man with the scar on the forehead.

At the same time, as Xia You expected, this field is indeed a spiritual field. It is likely that the memory of the subject is used to weave illusions to sink them, and eventually become the nourishment of the spell spirit.It's just that Xia Youjie is still a little uncertain about the criteria for selecting the content of memories, but now this is no longer a mystery.The Miss Cursing Spirit gave him the answer directly.

Is this an open spell?

The enhancement effect after the release is also effective for the magic spirit.

"If you can't ask for it, if you don't ask for it, you can break it." Even though there is still a trace of vigilance in his heart, a mere super-level curse spirit can't help Xia Youjie, who is a super-level, he matched the content of the domain to the illusion he had seen before, faintly She answered her question confidently, "If you love parting, then just accept the parting. When resentment meets hatred, kill all resentment. The suffering of life is born, and the worry of death... I am the dead myself, and I have seen it through."

Having said that, he paused.

This is an understatement, only Xia You, who is the person involved, knows how special this field is.

There are eight suffering hells in Buddhism.In Xia Youjie's life, except for a limited few years, living in the world is like living in hell, where life, old age, sickness and death are all suffering.It's just that he didn't expect that for him, the eight sufferings are nothing without "oldness". He hasn't lived to the age that can be called old. In addition to the doomed "death", parting from love, meeting resentment and resentment, and not getting what you want, each is related to Wujo Wu.

Enlightenment.

He chewed on the name, remembering the original scene where he was almost broken and stuck in.

It was the possibility of some unrealistically good future that he had imagined in the dead of night.If he hadn't made the choice of a path that goes against him, would Xia Youjie hold Wujo Wu's hand and accept his invitation, even if he couldn't become the "strongest" side by side, would he still walk with him forever?

The answer is yes.

But this possibility does not exist in this world.

So he woke up from that dream after Gojo Satoru asked him about the future.

That turned out to be what he couldn't ask for.

"You can break even the most obsessed part, and I can't say anything." The woman who walked up to him stopped and looked down at the darkness below.As her eyes fell, the place that was originally a chaotic void suddenly had water-colored waves, turning into a mirror-like lake surface, and hallucinatory cherry blossoms fell in the darkness, like flowers and water separated by darkness.She covered her lips with a paper fan and sighed, "You have cracked all the eight layers of this domain, and now it is useless to you."

"So why do you still come to see me?" Xia Youjie knew that the curse spirit in front of him was likely to be of the same kind with the talent for spells, so he was patient and gentle, but the content of his words was not polite, "Yes Am I here to ask for death?"

"...No." The woman was silent for a while.Her long, jet-black hair fell down, covering most of her face. She looked down at the water below her feet, with the same resentment and hatred in her eyes as most curse spirits, "I'm here to beg for your mercy. .”

Do curse spirits also have a desire to survive?

Xia Youjie was not surprised.

He lowered his eyes, watching the woman's life zooming rapidly in the water under his feet.

Born in a family, she was born with the talent of magic and was chosen as a priestess. She fell in love with her lover and decided to live her life privately before God.Even though they were opposed by everyone, they were very happy.Until one day, her lover had an accident.She held his dead body and cried in the shrine for three days and three nights, passed out in a coma, and made a sad wish that she could give anything as long as he was resurrected.A miracle happened.After waking up, she found that his lover had come back from the dead, but while being pleasantly surprised, she soon realized something was wrong.On the man's forehead, there was a black suture that was still oozing blood.

Darling, did you make a wish?The man held her face and asked softly, but his voice was not as gentle and loving as before, but became cold and sticky like a reptile.As long as I am alive, I can give anything——

"You have set a bondage with him." Xia Youjie understood what happened after seeing this, pointed it out sharply, and asked, "There is no way to resist him? That body has no magic power, right?"

Obviously, the woman's lover showed no talent in conjuration, just an ordinary person.

"...No." The woman still lowered her head, as if she was about to shed tears, but the curse spirit didn't cry, she just spoke softly, as if there was a sad nostalgia in her eyebrows and eyes when she was alive, "But I don't want to destroy his body... …after all, it was the last thing he had left in the world.”

Xia Youjie remembered something, did not comment on her behavior, but calmly listened to her continue to narrate.

"That man... that bastard with sutures on his forehead!" The woman stared at the scene in the water mirror, where the scene of her lover cutting her skull with a knife had been placed there.Her voice gradually became agitated, almost screaming, and her face was distorted beyond human shape.With the mobilization of strong negative emotions, the spell power in the domain was tumbling, and the wind from nowhere lifted her dark forehead hair, revealing the cross-shaped scars that Xia You had seen on the head of the corpse, and the whites of her eyes. The corners of his eyes were bleeding, and his expression was full of resentment, "He killed me with my lover's hand and turned me into the ghost I am now! I want to avenge him, I can't die yet—!"

"You are already dead." Facing her hysteria, Xia Youjie calmly pointed out the facts, "Your corpse and your resentment itself have been processed by that guy and turned into something he is using Things. Don’t you want to die? Why should you be greedy for this world.”

"...You're right. I'm damned." After hearing what he said, the woman calmed down, and the body that was vaguely about to turn into an inhuman body suddenly turned back into a human form.She was silent for a long time before asking in a low voice, "But what about revenge? I can't bear it. The guy who played with my life and his life still exists in this world."

Xia Youjie was waiting for this sentence.

"You won't have the chance to avenge yourself." He replied with a slight smile, "Leave it to me."

Xia You made a choice for the sad woman in front of her who had turned into a curse.

Different from the plain tone, the expression of the man with long black hair seemed to be tainted with a hint of bewilderment, guiding those who saw him to make a choice as he wished, but because of the illusion-like tenderness in his eyes, it also seemed to be benevolently asking for help. Gods and Buddhas who fulfill the wishes of believers.

"what?"

The woman was a little surprised.She looked up at Xia Youjie, puzzled.

"It's not for you. I have a debt to settle with that guy." Xia You knew that she could only see the memories of her own life, so she didn't care. smile, "Can't you see?"

In the darkness, a bloody suture slowly appeared on his originally smooth forehead.

The scars on the soul are hard to erase, just like the scars on the face of a woman turned into a curse spirit.

In the world of watches, the soul is the body/body, and the body/body is the soul, and the two cannot be separated.

"I don't need you anymore." Xia Youjie announced his final decision, and didn't bother to explain in detail. He just put his left index finger against his temple, posing as if he wanted to "snap" a gun to the head. Gestures, the arc of the corners of the lips expanded to an almost weird point, and then announced the ending of the curse spirit in front of him word by word, the white teeth were very eye-catching between opening and closing, "Your wish is also meaningless. So, please die here."

Please's tone can hardly conceal the toughness in this man's tone.

He stretched out his right hand towards the curse spirit, and used the magic spell manipulation technique.

The woman with an unbelievable expression screamed and struggled, and he rubbed it into a dark round ball and held it in the palm of his hand.

The surrounding darkness burst out several glass-like cracks, and then completely shattered.

Gojo Satoru watched in amazement as the domain shattered in front of him.

Although I know that most spiritual fields are easy to enter and difficult to exit, it is not easy to break them down so quickly. This is a relatively rare and relatively complete natural field——

Is it outstanding?

Or that mysterious guy and his boyfriend?

Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, jumped down from the wall lightly, and walked towards the interior of the hotel, completely blocking the cry for help from the auxiliary supervisor who was still trapped on the tire.After all, there are more important things in front of him that have completely attracted his attention, so it's no wonder he.

He walked slowly towards the interior, and finally returned to the yard where he lived before.

Under the silvery moonlight, in the peaceful late night, nothing has changed, it is still an empty place where no one is there.It's just like a gust of wind came suddenly, blowing the cherry blossoms into a mess, all over the ground, and blowing them down like rain.

Gojo Satoru walked under the ancient cherry tree, looked at the dug deep pit, and was silent for a while.

He could feel that there was no one behind the corridor.

The person who had stopped under the lantern to look at him before did not wait for him to come back after all.

He blinked the eyelashes covered with frosty and silvery moonlight, squatted down, brushed off a little dirt with his open hands, and took out a dilapidated wooden box from the mud pit under the tree roots.

That was the only thing left of someone who didn't say goodbye to him.

The lid was opened, and there was nothing inside.

It was also as empty as a yard full of cherry blossoms, except for a pitch-black magic ball placed squarely in the center of the bottom.