Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

What Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu saw was the scene where the prison gate was unfolded, revealing the hideous and disgusting inside, and tightly bound the child who was nailed to the tree by the arrow.

In a short period of time, Rei Tsushima's glass-like black pupils lost their brilliance, her breathing was almost gone, and her chest no longer rose and fell. After losing the will that supported him to raise his head, Rei Tsushima Yangshun lowered his head deeply following the broken cervical vertebrae, and the blood gushing out of the carotid artery dripped down his fingertips and the corners of his clothes. In such a state of dying, the six-sided The prison gate suddenly closed, sealing him inside.

The prison gate border covered with slender eyes closed his eyes again, stagnated in the air for a moment, and fell straight into the pool of blood formed by Tsushima Reo's blood in compliance with the gravity of the earth , Splashing insignificant red flowers.

There was a suffocating silence in the air.

Shuji Tsushima seemed to hear his heart crackling and bursting like a bean in the never-ending fire. He was scorched and thin, and shrunk into a small ball of black charcoal that had burned all hope. The light in his eyes was completely annihilated. With such empty and gloomy eyes, he followed the falling direction of the prison gate and quietly watched the prison gate immersed in the crimson blood.

As long as it is something that you don't want to lose, one day it will pass through your fingers like sand in your hands, and all the precious things are actually doomed to be lost from the moment you get them.

The sun would also fall from the horizon, only making the eternal night that came after that all the lonelier and colder.

Gojo Satoru fell silent, and he clenched his fists, as if returning to the day when the mission to protect the astral body failed, and he felt an absurd sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Even the strongest, there will be times when they are powerless.

"……why?"

Gojo Satoru originally thought that this question was said by Shuji Tsushima. After reacting slowly for a while, he realized that this weak, difficult question that seemed to be squeezed out of his throat was pouring out from the mouth of his friend beside him. .

"Why did Lord Tianyuan kill Tsushima Reo?"

Xia Youjie asked.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at his friend who was clearly asking a question, but his eyes were out of focus. After a moment of silence, he still answered him, "...in order to maintain balance, to maintain the status quo, use those old oranges that are rotten and fermented in the basket Thinking about it from our point of view, it probably sounds like an unreasonable and absurd reason.”

"..."

Xia Youjie stopped asking.

He just felt the taste of those magic balls that he swallowed desperately surged up again, making the root of his tongue bitter and his stomach ache.

[I feel sick. ]

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After losing all the high-level officials overnight, the conjuration world fell into turmoil. Conservatives and radicals, between the Yusan family, and between other conjurer families that had monopolized the way to rise, and the Yusan family seemed to be in turmoil. After the stormy and dark night, all the hunters showed their sharp minions, desperately vying for the fat lamb that fell from the sky, scrambling and biting each other in the vortex of power.

Those kind and ordinary faces can become ugly and ferocious like Prajna ghosts in just a moment. Everyone seems to harbor ambitions and scramble to sit on the few high positions.

Gojo Satoru, as the future head of the Gojo family, was also forced to be involved in this big reshuffle of the magic world. There was no time to deal with it, but it was handed over to the lower-level conjurers. Undoubtedly, Xia Youjie, as one of the only three super-class conjurers in the conjuration world, was the master of the other two super-class conjurers. As a division, one is busy stabilizing the chaotic situation, and the other is under the situation of being unrestrained like the wind, and also undertakes increasingly onerous tasks.

Running back and forth across the whole of Japan, constantly clearing away the curse spirits, swallowing the hard-to-swallow magic spirit balls, because the standing position is getting higher and higher, Xia Youjie knows a lot that was hidden by the high-level officials before The scenery that can be seen becomes wider and wider.

Too bad it wasn't a great view.

Just a rambling, stinking dump.

Very occasionally, when Xia Youjie settled down in Tokyo, he would visit the mansion where Shuji Tsushima used to live.

After that day, Shuji Tsushima disappeared.

Before leaving, he only asked one question.

"Is it possible for Lian Yang to survive?"

Gojo Satoru only replied, "One in ten thousand possibility."

That kind of fatal wound is hard to survive, not to mention the strong magic power attached to it will constantly corrode the wound and prevent the wound from healing. It is impossible to remove all the magic power before Tsushima Reo completely loses his vital signs by using the reversal technique indiscriminately.

Shuji Tsushima stopped asking.

He silently took away the prison gate that sealed Reo Tsushima, and walked far away, leaving only a rock-like and closed back.

Xia Youjie once again stood in front of the bungalow in the affluent district of Tokyo, and stood there for a while, doing nothing, just staring quietly at the scene in front of him.

The beautiful and luxurious Tsushima mansion in the past is now only a pile of gray and black ruins. Broken glass has fallen all over the ground and no one has cleaned it. The well-maintained green grass has completely withered, curled and yellowed against the soil surface, only the tall iron railings are still intact and stick to the original place, denying everyone's entry.

"Are you a supporter of Representative Tsushima?"

An old man who also lived in a wealthy area and was walking talked to him.

"...That's sort of it." Xia Youjie said.

"It looks like a student, it's not easy to be so concerned about national affairs." The old man said kindly, and then sighed deeply, "But it's a pity, at such a critical stage of the war, it is obvious that Jin A steadfast and wise hawk like Senator Island, ended up dying in the fire."

This was something Xia Youjie knew a long time ago. After such a thing happened, he couldn't stop paying attention to Tsushima Shuji's whereabouts no matter what.

That night, the Tsushima mansion caught fire, consuming everything.

"I heard that that night, Councilor Tsushima's family gathered together for a rare occasion. I thought it was a happy family dinner, but I didn't expect it to turn into such a tragedy in the end."

"……do you died?"

"It's dead, it's all dead, there's not one left." The old man sighed again, hands behind his back, shaking his head and walking away.

Is Shuji Tsushima dead?

No matter what, Xia Youjie refused to believe that such a person who acted unwaveringly according to his own will would die, but recalling the look of Tianjin Dao Xiuzhi before he left that day, he hesitated and couldn't believe it.

Because the face of that same young child was pale, lifeless, and full of death, crying silently with heart-piercing grief.

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Shuji Tsushima developed a high fever.

His whole body was sore, his limbs were weak, his eyeballs were dry, his throat was swollen and sore, and his tongue was burning like a flame.

This is also a matter of course.

he thought.

If you don't eat, don't drink water, and have extensive burns that haven't been properly treated, it's inevitable to have a fever.

He hid in an unnoticed alleyway in the city, lying motionless on the dirty ground, his mind was in a daze, his pupils were a little dizzy, and even the scenery in front of him was as blurred and hazy as if it was covered with fog. He also looked up at the night sky in the gap between the two high walls.

In his hands, he carefully held the prison gate, which was warm and pulsating like a living thing.

Shuji Tsushima planned to die in that fire.

However, amidst the blazing red flames, he suddenly remembered that in order to dispel the haze of war, the date of the Summer Festival seems to have been brought forward, and it will be held on a clear night not long after, and there will be a fireworks show at that time .

They agreed to go see it together.

So Shuji Tsushima decided to die a few days later.

He walked out of the flames normally, but left a large area of ​​burns on his body. Every step he took was excruciatingly painful, accompanied by troublesome complications, which made Shuji Tsushima regret a little.

If I had known earlier, I would not have chosen such a painful way to die.

He thought, if there is a next time, let's try to die in the water.

Because there was really no way to go far, and he did not want to be found and sent to the hospital, Shuji Tsushima chose an alley and hid in a corner before dawn, quietly waiting for the arrival of the firework festival.

He didn't eat or drink, and he didn't seem to be very sleepy. He just opened his eyes in a daze, watching the blue above his head turn into pitch black, and the pitch black turned into blue again. It must have been several days, and he didn't bother to count. A color is no different to him.

One day, the voices in the ears suddenly became noisy, with cheers and laughter, the world collided lively.

In fact, his eyes were already a little blurry, like looking at flowers across water, with an unreal sense of falsehood, hazy, like being immersed in a boundless dream.

"Bang—boom!!"

The muffled bang of the fireworks taking off was far away, but the people's exclamation and excited shouts were very close.

He knew that the fireworks show was about to start, so he tried hard to open his tired eyelids, quietly and lifelessly looking at the only narrow night sky he had.

On the dark and narrow curtain, the fireworks were in full bloom. After a moment of light, they dragged their long golden tail like a shooting star and rushed towards Shuji Tsushima without hesitation.

It is a scene that is enough to surprise and open one's arms full of anticipation, ready to hug each other.

But the fireworks were also like shooting stars, burning up his body on the way, and the remaining light ashes swayed and fell on his hands.

Only a little unnoticeable warmth and sand-gray broken dust remained.