Healing Vest Essence

Unprecedented predicament.

Although Yidichi Jiegao told Fu Heihui and the others at the beginning that the urgency and abnormality of this mission is very likely to face a battle with a super-level magic spirit, he also told them seriously that when encountering a super-level magic spirit, absolutely escape.

But no matter how detailed and severe the warning is, it is not as vigorous as a face-to-face attack.

What's ridiculous is that before that, the three of them vowed to rescue the trapped person, but after discovering the trapped person's body, he and the knotweed actually quarreled laxly and almost without a sense of crisis.

The first to smell danger was Tamagushi.

"Wang woo—" Yu Quanbai suddenly yelled, which caught the attention of the three of them.

When they turned their heads to look, Yu Quanbai had been seriously injured and was nailed to the wall beside him.

"Jade Dog!!"

Thanks to the training during this period, both Shikigami and them have grown to a certain extent. If according to the previous strength, Yu Quanbai probably wouldn't even be able to issue a warning, and he would just die.

Fu Heihui immediately canceled the operation and recalled the seriously injured Yu Quanbai.

For a year the trio unified into a defensive stance.

It's just that when the super magic spirit turned its attention to them, the one-year trio realized that they still underestimated the power of the "super".

Just the deterrent force, the sense of oppression and crisis from all around, turned them into timid kittens and puppies, who were aroused with goosebumps, arched their bodies with fried hair, but couldn't even move .

The body couldn't move, but the brain issued a strong warning——

Run away! !

Move quickly, move quickly.

Even though he was so anxious in his heart, his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move half a point.

The cold sweat on his forehead soaked his bangs, and his breathing became difficult.

Fu Heihui looked at the disgusting curse spirit, and walked towards them step by step with a sense of malicious teasing.

Standing in front of Fu Heihui is Knotweed Yuren.

Seeing that the curse spirit kept approaching his companion, at the critical moment of life and death, Fu Heihui broke through the confinement, and threw out the whistle hidden in the shadow with all his strength.

——"Teacher Wutiao!"

It was almost a loud cry.

The whistle drew an arc in the air, and with the appearance of a bright light, a tall and familiar figure appeared in front of the three of them.

[Gojo Satoru] Jumped down from the air, and stood in front of the one-year trio in a protective posture, his blue eyes full of fear.

He jumped up at a speed that was hard to see clearly, and swept his right leg at the head of the super magic spirit.

The super curse spirit hurriedly raised its hand to support it, and its body retreated several meters due to the violent momentum.

Only relying on physical skills, [Wujo Satoru] was able to push back this special class that made the trio feel dangerous and frightened.

"Heh, how dare you hurt my students?"

Such confident and arrogant words, uttered from the cold and indifferent young man, unexpectedly did not have a trace of strangeness.

"Look straight at me, chop suey."

For a year, the three of them were in a trance, but they finally remembered that no matter how the other party's temperament changed, he was [Wujo Wu].

Absolutely dazzling and powerful man.

***

Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic, Infirmary.

Gojo Satoru, who was supposed to go on a business trip to complete the tasks of his superiors, appeared in the infirmary at this moment, chatting with Jia Ruozi about something.

"Hey, he's gone." Gojo Satoru, who had six eyes open, looked at the traces of the magic power remaining in the void, showing an expression that was as expected.

"I said, you trust him too much, so are you sure he will save the students?" Jia Ruozi held a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of her right hand. She had quit smoking for five years, but now she was broken again.

She breathed out, "Obviously he knew it from the beginning, he doesn't have any memory of us."

"Trust me." Gojo Satoru replied without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru leaned his back against the wall, clasped his hands in front of his chest: "As for the memory, let alone me, even Megumi and Yuhito can more or less guess it, he has too many evasions."

【Gojo Satoru】Although he appears to be indifferent on the surface and rarely has emotional fluctuations, in fact, after getting in touch with him, Gojo Satoru feels that the word "numb" may be more appropriate to describe him than "indifferent".

However, it is such a temperamental person, when encountering people who have a deep bond with Gojo Satoru, such as Ye Mo Zhengdao, Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren, etc., the first reaction is to run away.

You may not be able to see it once or twice, but if you do it more than once, anyone will be able to notice the difference.

If you have to get together with them, [Wujo Wu] will also keep a certain distance, rarely speak, and will look at them seriously from the side while alienating.

There seems to be a layer of glass between them and [Wujo Wu], which cannot be seen clearly or touched.

But it really exists on the other side, and it cannot be ignored.

It's just based on the tragic past of [Wujo Wu], Ye Mozhengdao and the others didn't ask directly.

Compared with other people, Gojo Satoru found something wrong with 【Wujo Satoru】 earlier.

To be precise, he knew from the very beginning that this [Gojo Satoru] had lost his memory.

He was obviously talking about his own past, and every bit of it was related to the fetters established by the identity of [Wujo Wu] in this world, but that person's eyes did not rest on anyone present for a moment.

Even if the tone is full of complex emotions, a little sad and sharp, once this layer of skin is peeled off, all you will see is a plain and dull narrative like a bystander without a trace of emotion.

After a trial, Wujo Wu discovered that [Gojo Wu] couldn't even remember their names.

How sad.

Losing memory, but obsession and distorted feelings can also drag a person down the endless abyss.

"But I'm sure, those dead old men and rotten oranges want to take the opportunity to kill Youruto," Gojo Satoru squeezed his fingers "click", "It's really annoying, especially when there are a few people who have fallen to the point of death. Fornicating with the curse spirit, tsk."

"You've found it out." Seeing this, Jiarui Nitzi said with certainty.

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Of course, after that guy appeared, I started collecting information and doing a lot of investigation work."

"You know, that's the future, the future that can force [Wujo Satoru] to defect. So, it's not difficult to speculate about this."

Gojo Satoru did not expect that the relatively moderate change strategy he chose would not be able to resist the shamelessness and insidiousness of the corrupt high-level officials.

Even teaming up with the curse spirit to secretly murder his companions, just to suppress the other party, lest the other party's power surpass the aristocratic family, this behavior can be done.

Sure enough, to change an old system, do we still have to rely on force to shed blood?

Gojo Satoru began to think about the feasibility of other paths.

Otherwise, there is an inner ghost in the rear, who will give you a backstab every minute.

"Glass, you are also aware that the whole world of conjuration still believes in the theory of bloodlines." Gojo Wu suddenly said.

"Normal people don't have the power of spells, and they can't see curses. Only the family of conjurers, relying on their innate and inherited spells, can stand tall in the world of conjuration." Jia Ruzi took a puff of smoke and exhaled white mist Said.

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, and his brows were full of disdain: "Yes, the reason why the Yusan family is the Yusan family is because of their powerful techniques and influence. In order to maintain the pure blood, they will also marry each other. , commoner conjurers are destined to be unable to succeed in this corrupt and closed conjuration world, and will even be suppressed and perish."

"My 'Unlimited Curse' and 'Six Eyes' are inherited from this blood lineage. Only with 'Six Eyes' can I perform such spells." Gojo Satoru gently stroked through the blindfold For the lower eye area.

"What kind of spells can be used by 'Six Eyes' has long been decided," Gojo Satoru said in a softer voice, "'Amaterasu' is a spell that doesn't exist in the blood of the Gojo family."

Jia Ruozi looked at Wujo Wu suspiciously: "You mean, isn't that Wujo real [Wujo Wu]?"

"No, he is [Wujo Wu]," Wujo Wu denied, "Most of my trust is based on the condition that he is [Wujo Wu]."

"It's a forbidden technique."

"Collect the blood of the Yusan family, and through the blood sacrifice of the closest relatives, strengthen the spell power of the 'six eyes', and then completely stimulate the hidden blood of the 'six eyes'."

"The so-called ominousness is precisely because this is a technique that requires killing relatives to develop and possess."

Jia Ruzi's fingers trembling with the cigarette in his hand.

She is clear about the unfinished meaning of Wujo Wu.

This also means that [Wujo Enlightenment] has bloodbathed the upper echelons of the magic circle, including the Wujo family.

"The 'six eyes' that evolved in the forbidden art are taboos that will never be tolerated by God. Every time you use those eyes, the damage to your body will increase. That's why he used When 'Amaterasu' saves Youruhito and the others, his eyes will bleed."

"According to this development, in the end, you will lose your sight." Ieiri Glass recalled the physical examination for [Gojo Satoru], and said.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what he was thinking, and his tone suddenly became a little harsh: "It's not just as simple as being blind, but it's going to die... How stupid is that guy."

However, such an inference alone cannot fully explain all the current doubts.

Gojo Satoru felt that he had overlooked something.

Is such a sacrifice really useful?

Logically speaking, everyone died too.If it's just revenge, after washing those rotten oranges with blood, it's time to stop.

Such behavior, unless it is placed at the beginning of everything.

...! !

Wait, everything, when it first started?

Gojo Satoru caught the flash of inspiration.

Jia Ruozi extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, wiped his hands with a disinfectant wet tissue, and clapped his palms: "However, is it really okay if you don't go over there to have a look? I miss you with his physique." You can guess it too."

"Well, ordinary special grades are fine for him, but you reminded me, so please ask Hui to buy desserts for me!" Gojo Satoru returned to his usual unreliable appearance.

"...It's really hard work in the dark."

The juvenile house that the two of them were thinking about did not resolve as smoothly as Gojo Satoru imagined.

Yazawa Haruto and Two-faced Su Nuo are fighting bayonets in the world of Tsukiyomi.