what's wrong with my vest

It was a July afternoon, some time before dusk.

At five o'clock in midsummer, it should be as bright as day, but in this unknown corner, the sky seems to be out of place, and the crimson sunset dyed the sky a color like blood.

In the forest, neither insects nor birds could be heard, and even the wind seemed to have stagnated, showing ominous everywhere.

Two hours ago, I could only see the curse spirit but had no combat ability. The "window", which is mainly responsible for information collection, reported that it had discovered an unrecorded humanoid curse spirit in this generation.

When they found each other, the distance between the two was very far, and the curse spirit suspended in the sky was facing him, and the person in the "window" could not clearly see the specific physical characteristics of the other party.

A sense of oppression that cannot be ignored is continuously emanating from his body, even if the distance is still far away, it seems to be able to sting the skin. He feels like he is staring at some kind of large beast. Although he keeps a safe distance, he still can't control himself. A heartbeat like a drum.

The person in the "window" tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and wanted to leave quietly as if he hadn't noticed anything, but he didn't expect that this slight and slow movement was successfully captured by the other party.

His gaze fell on his body without any specific emotion, and the fabric on his back was instantly wet with cold sweat. What broke him even more than the fact that he was "discovered" was that he could clearly see the silky black hair exposed under the messy white hair. blindfold.

——For a moment he thought that he was facing a super conjurer who had met once... No, although Gojo Satoshi is very strong, he usually restrains his aura very well, showing off unscrupulously not far away The spell spirit with its own power is completely different!

He turned his head and ran away in despair, making the last struggle.Unexpectedly, the other party did not take any offensive measures, and just let him go.

After escaping from the forest, he couldn't help but look back in confusion.The curse spirit was still in its original position, although it had shrunk into a black spot, but he still knew——that he was being watched.

At this moment, he clearly realized his mission.

——He is a messenger... The only purpose of the curse spirit to keep him alive is to bring him more prey...

The people in the "window" reported the news layer by layer, and finally this task fell into the hands of Gojo Satoru, who is the strongest magician of the time.

……

Suddenly, the sound of branches snapping broke the deathly silence in the forest.

A white-haired man over 1.9 meters tall was walking slowly, as if the scene was not a gloomy nameless forest, but his own back garden.

The man was wearing a dark purple uniform. The eye patch of the same color tightly covered his eyes and also covered his bangs. The slightly longer bangs were combed back along the top of his head. Only the ends of his hair were unbendingly raised, showing his own rebellion.

The man who deliberately stepped on the branch to expose himself, but did not get any corresponding feedback, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The warm air in his mouth brought a little warmth to the cool nose.

The man's name is Wujo Wu, the contemporary head of the Wujo family, and also a super magician, currently on a mission.

As the contemporary, perhaps even historical, ceiling of the magic world, Gojo Satoru resented the rotten oranges for forcing him to work overtime.

Even the double-faced Su Nuo, who is the king of curses, was no match for him in his heyday, and now a curse spirit that came out of nowhere, even if it was a special grade, he didn't feel that there was anything to be nervous about.

Besides, since the curse spirit let people go back, of course he was prepared to wait, and it would not be a big problem for him to wait overnight.

Gojo Satoru thought it would be nice to get rid of the other party on the way to work the next day.

After thinking wildly for a moment, suddenly, Gojo Satoru's muscles tensed reflexively.

"Have you heard the rumor?"

At some point, a figure appeared behind Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru turned around, and the six eyes that seemed to be malfunctioning just now were operating crazily, and a huge amount of information was stuffed into his brain.

The owner of the voice also has a head of white hair, which is slightly longer than Gojo Wu's own. It seems that it has not been trimmed for a while, the tail of the hair is messy, and the long strands are pulled behind the ears. Sharp corners with apparently no practical use leave room for living.

Manu Ling was wearing a black sleeveless tight top, black overalls, and Martin boots of the same color.Sitting on his own tail that was curved into a round arc, mantra replaced nerves and muscles, controlling the long tail that only had bones left.His arms were folded in front of his chest, one leg was naturally resting on the other, and under Gojo Satoru's gaze, his toes were still dangling comfortably.

The curse spirit who has the same face as Gojo Satoru, but is obviously not human, is floating in the air now.

...But none of the things described above are the main culprits that caused Wujo Satoru to sink in his heart.

Gojo Wu put his tongue against the tiger's fangs, carefully sizing up the curse spirit in front of him.

The bone tail mentioned just now is not connected to the mantra's own tailbone, but to a spine with ribs.

Manu Ling looks exactly the same as himself, and there is no difference in body size, which is more than 1.9 meters.This perfectly fit the waist, and the ribs that directly protected the opponent's chest all the way to the abdomen were very inhuman in terms of size, not to mention the natural and flexible tail.The spine part of the exoskeleton fits with the mantra itself. The two are inseparable, and the flesh is tightly connected.

Although the description seems bloody, but under the blessing of the mantra, the real thing still looks a little weirdly beautiful, exuding a faint soft white light, like a firefly.

Although the appearance can be called beautiful, Liuyan told him that it was not a simple decoration.This stylish-looking exoskeleton is made of real human bones.

It is conservatively estimated that the number of victims is as high as three digits.

The mantra spoke—with a voice that was exactly the same as Gojo Satoru's, he continued the topic just now with a brisk tone: "Seeing someone who is exactly like me...will die."

The speech that could be called a curse and the exoskeleton that has a story at first glance... According to common understanding, the other party's maliciousness is surging and obvious, almost turning into substance.

But in fact, Gojo Satoru could clearly feel that the opponent's mana flow was supposed to be smooth - so smooth that it was almost abnormal.

After pondering for a moment, Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth: "Hey...it's true, it's so scary."

Curse Spirit nodded seriously, as if he was very satisfied with Wujo Wu's cooperation.

Gojo Goto seems to be really interested in the topic: "Then the question is, how to confirm whether it is the other party or yourself who died?"

"Hmm..." The man in front of him was pretending to think, and the tip of his tail was flexibly drawing in the air, "Of course you are the one who is strong enough to kill me."

When the voice fell to the ground, the scene froze for a moment.The strange thing is that although they were facing each other on the surface, neither of the two present had any intention of doing anything for the time being.

As if he had received a satisfactory answer, Mana Ling changed the subject and announced like an examiner: "Okay! The first step is qualified!"

Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, the first step?So there's a second step and even more?

What does qualified mean?

Gojo Satoru tried to analyze: "You first showed your strength as a super class and then put him back. The target is me, the only super magician in the territory, right. So what do you want to do? You won't be mine. Fans, right? Although I know I've always been popular, but the curse spirit is fine."

As if he didn't understand the meaning of Gojo Satoru, the curse spirit first explained his previous provocative behavior: "See if you are some strange species... an irritable young man who explodes at one point or a coward who passively avoids battles. of."

Variety?

Gojo Goto didn't show his face, and asked: "Eh? Don't you know what kind of temper I will have? I have the same face as me?"

Gojo Satoru's words are not narcissistic.After all, Gojo Satoru's bad character is as famous as his strength.Gojo Satoru wouldn't believe that there happened to be a curse spirit in the world who looked exactly like him, but didn't know his specific personality.

First of all, under the analysis of Liuyan, Wujo Wu can be sure that the curse spirit on the opposite side is not a counterfeit disguised by a spell, but a curse transformed by Wujo Wu himself.This leads to two branches again-whether the curse spirit comes from the parallel world or from the future.

At present, it seems that the information expressed by the mantra is implying that he is from a parallel world, and he is looking for something purposefully, and the specific criteria for judging are related to Wujo Wu himself—or at least the key clue is in Wujo Wu... The current logic It's fairly clear, but the amount of information is limited, and Gojo Satoru doesn't intend to make a direct conclusion.

And he always felt that something was weird...

Facing Wujo Wu's sharp questions, Mana Ling chose to avoid the most important and ignore the minor, reversed cause and effect, and said nonsense: "How should I put it...people change. And the character of "Wujo Wu" has always been elusive...then we have to get along with each other for a while Time, always find out the character of your roommate first." Curse Ling replied casually, "As for my purpose...it's too troublesome to explain every time, don't you think so?"

"Indeed," Gojo Satoshi digested the information revealed in the other party's words, "I never spend my energy on useless places..."

"So," the curse spirit floated into Gojo Satoru's comfort zone, looked down at him from top to bottom, and suggested with a smile, "You can guess the rest yourself?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head and looked at the curse spirit, unexpectedly lifeless.

To be honest, Gojo Satoru quite likes the current development.

When receiving the task, Gojo Satoru thought he would be like before... When he met an ugly and uncommunicable disposable sandbag, he wiped it away, and then rushed to the next mission location... Repeatedly, nothing new.

— boring.

Gojo Satoru, who was forced to work overtime with various negative emotions, never expected that what greeted him on the scene would be a movie-like dramatic development.

If it was another mantra who spoke incomprehensible words and stopped him maliciously... Even if he was curious about the other party's purpose, Gojo Satoru would choose to beat the other party to three quarters of death before proceeding to interrogation.

Of course, after the other party has no use value, he will also do a good job of sorting the garbage, and he will not let go of any curse spirits that need to be removed.

But when the enemy is replaced by "Wujo Satoru" who has unknown origins, positions, and even a curse spirit, after the excitement and novelty of Wujo Satoru, he knows that he must be cautious in his attitude towards the curse spirit.

Not to mention anything else, if he really fights with the curse spirit, apart from this remote grove that is definitely unstoppable, the center of Tokyo will also be affected... Gojo Satoru is not an idealist. Sacrifice is the premise of victory, but the current situation is obviously not critical enough to make a choice. The safety of ordinary citizens is still an important reference index for him to consider the pros and cons.

[Gojo Satoru is the strongest when he is alone. 】

Compared with the lonely mantra, Gojo Wu, who has concerns in his heart, will inevitably fall into a disadvantage.

But if he retreats because of this, then he is not Gojo Satoshi.

"Interesting." Although there are many restrictions on his body, Gojo Satoru has never been afraid of challenges. He has lived an ordinary life for a long time. Now that he encounters challenges, he even feels a little excited. "I will enjoy all of this."

Comparable strength, incomprehensible temptation, unyielding attitude...

All this made Gojo Satoru look forward to the future.

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"[Comprehensive] Yin Shi overturned today"

The people of the High School of Conjuration recently heard a wonderful rumor——

As long as you take out the latest issue of JUMP and a lot of desserts and pray devoutly, there will be a white hair to save you from danger.

Everyone's eyes began to wander.

5t5: What to look at, not me.

"The White-haired God held the Zanpakuto and killed the monster that threatened my life."

"The white-haired god is super powerful, and he can also emit light cannons like Kamehae Qigong. The monster was killed by him in an instant!"

"The white-haired god wears a straw hat..."

"This is not the white-haired god, this is the jump god!!"

Just when the rumors became more and more outrageous, and everyone looked at him more and more strangely, in order to prove his innocence, 5t5 made a move.

Yinshi, who was flying out of the sky, didn't notice for a while, and collided with the Gaozhuan people led by 5t5.

Looking at Yinshi's silvery-white curly hair, and the raging black shadow behind him, which is very similar to the technique of the Zen Academy, everyone can't help but fall into deep thought.

Is it because the Chanyuan got off the rails, or did Wu Tiao cheat?

Yinshi: None, it's Yinsang, I've seen a ghost.

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One day, Yinshi traveled through with a strange system, and a sticky black shadow was unearthed from the novice gift package.

When he discovered that this shadow could not only be turned into props in other studios, but even people in other studios, and when he was allowed to have other abilities in other studios for a short time, Gintoki started his journey in the second year of middle school.

Swastika, Sharingan, superpowers here I come! !

Thank you Wuming, Xia Erruo, I heard you say my cute mine, I love you