Vest hunting system

"No, I have to say what the devil said..."

[Gojo Satoru] turned his gaze to the direction of downtown Tokyo, with good eyesight, he could vaguely see the lights of this bustling city.

The rest of the words were lost in a mocking chuckle.

[Gojo Satoru] put his fingers together, leaning lazily on the throne of bones, his blue eyes became deeper, turning into a deep blue like the bottom of the sea.

In front of him were the curse spirits gathered here all over Japan. He looked at the bright moonlight that appeared when the clouds dispersed in the sky: "This environment is not bad."

It's quite the feeling of the finale he imagined.

The closest Tianyuan to [Wujo Satoru] is huddled in the Xingxing Palace,

Tian Yuan's body was deliberately covered under the black robe, and he responded silently to [Wujo Satoru]'s unexplained lyricism.

Qingyue fell into sleep as usual.

He had no idea that the body he occupied with peace of mind had escaped his control.

Qingyue took the initiative to give up control of her body, nestled deep in her consciousness, and slept very soundly.

Compared with usual, No. 01 is unexpectedly silent and obedient.

It no longer tries to make Qingyue sober, but indulges [Wujo Satoru]'s own behavior, eager to go along with the current and cause as much damage as possible.

No. 01 gradually understood what the residual consciousness of the vest wanted to do. Regardless of whether [Gojo Satoru]'s plan was successful or not, it would not do him any harm. Yue fell into a deeper sleep.

--finally come.

The conjurer looked at the rebellious [Wujo Satoru] on the long steps. Compared with the [Wujo Satoru] who had been doing nothing in school some time ago, the current [Wujo Satoru] made them feel like the dust was about to fall.

Gojo Satoru, who knows how to do things, is closer to the person in their impression.

Even the most optimistic conjurer among them will inevitably think of a pessimistic future at this time.

Nobody believes in curses.

Stalemate was not the answer, and finally, the night moth in the crowd moved, and he became the first conjurer to step up the stairs.

Night Moth pursed his lips and looked stern. Before he could take the second step, a huge "tent" stopped him.

——The "tent" that magicians are not allowed to enter.

[Gojo Satoru] put down the gesture of arranging the "tent", the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"All the free conjurers are gathered at the bottom of the mountain..."

Tian Yuan didn't understand, so he bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, do you have any orders next?"

[Gojo Satoru] pulled out a presumptuous laugh: "Of course."

When the conjurers were at a loss, [Wujo Satoru] set up a second "tent" that only allowed conjurers to enter and not allowed them to leave, to isolate the conjurers from the outside world.

In the dormitory, Kiyoshi Kashima took a sip of tea and discussed the book in his hand with Gojo Satoru with great interest.

"This place is well written, and this book isn't that embarrassing."

Kashima Kiyoshi's reading speed is very fast. Fortunately, the anti-world literary world is not so finished.

He pointed out some of the content he admired in the book: "If the goal can be achieved by the simplest and most brutal method, predators with too large a gap in strength often don't use their brains much on their prey."

"Unless there is a situation..."

Gojo Satoru looked at the book Kashima Kiyoshi pushed in front of him, and continued to read word by word: "Unless there is one situation, that is, the prey is only a cover for the predator."

"The real target of the predators is not on the prey layer, so they will use strenuous methods to catch the prey standing on the first layer."

Kiyoshi Kashima randomly drew two concentric circles on the notebook, and drew a perfect circle freehand. The ring between the two circles traps the stick figure representing the magician, and the inner circle traps the The random graffiti of the curse spirit.

Gojo Satoru looked at his movements and raised his head suddenly. He suddenly understood Kashima Kiyoshi's metaphor, and his blue eyes were full of disbelief: "It is not his goal to destroy the curse spirit."

"But...impossible, 'I' wouldn't have such an idea, it's ridiculous."

A green leaf whirled in from outside the window, Kiyoshi Kashima put down his brush and gently crushed the leaf: "You can come down from the top to have a look, or, I'll take you to have a look."

[Gotjo Satoru] let go of the crushed leaves in his hands, and ignored the debris that drifted away with the wind. He stood up, his eyes covered with a layer of black ink, and he knew very well in his heart that there was no magician in the outside world who could protect human beings.

"Just to show him."

After finishing speaking, [Gojo Satoru] himself felt ridiculous, smiled at himself, stopped talking, and prepared for the next step.

Looking at Tian Yuan with warning eyes, Tian Yuan subconsciously lowered his head to avoid meeting his gaze.

"Let these curse spirits stay here, understand?"

Tian Yuan looked at [Wujo Wu] with some embarrassment, wouldn't he kill the curse spirit?

Tian Yuan said that he can handle the low-level spell spirits with ease, but it is difficult for him to completely trap the super-level spell spirits and a few spell spirits with clear thinking.

[Wujo Wu] raised his hand casually, using some kind of spell, and all the spell spirits present fell down in response to the sound, and passed out.

He said coldly, "What about now?"

Tian Yuan bent even lower: "No problem, even the conjurers in the outer "tent" can trap them all."

[Gojo Satoru] nodded with satisfaction, and in the next second, he teleported away, leaving only the throne made of white bones.

Tian Yuan touched the pile of bones curiously, couldn't stand the evil spirit covering it, and immediately withdrew his fingers: "These... how many people have been killed?"

Cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and he gave up the speculation in his mind.

Kashima Kiyoshi finished reading the book at a glance, closed the book, got up and said to Gojo Satoru, "He's leaving, let's go too."

Gojo Satoru was full of fighting spirit: "I can't wait~" He pressed Kashima Kiyoshi's shoulder and teleported towards the place that Kashima Kiyoshi had just taken a few days ago.

None of the top executives of the Conjuration Society went to the high school.

No one thought it was strange. After all, everyone knew their style of work, and they were probably sitting behind the scenes and waiting for the result "relaxedly".

But what everyone didn't expect was that this time none of the high-level executives sat in the back drinking tea, and they all gathered in a mysterious place—Kashima Kiyoshi tried his best to get the high-level executives of the Magic Society to fund the Panxing Sect, A huge altar remodeled.

The high-level members of the Conjuration Society set up layers of protection, found a place farthest away, and huddled in an inconspicuous corner behind the altar.

It's all because of Kashima Kiyoshi's words, "Half your feet are about to go into the coffin, you haven't been to the front line a few times, have you?" All their little old men were forced to come to the front line.

The reason why Kashima Kiyoshi chose to fund Pan Xingjiao was because he wanted to use Wujo Wu's biggest "stain" so far to attack after reading the files of Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie.

Kiyoshi Kashima always seems to be lucky enough to find things that have a huge connection to the worldline.

This wave of operations is poking at people's pain points.

All the way to the green light, Kashima Kiyoshi deliberately asked the top management of the Conjuration Society to secretly fund it, and found a relationship to make a random reason to get the government's permission, and then made the construction process huge and efficient.

When Gojo Satoru first learned about the location of his troubles from Kiyoshi Kashima, he was a little bit surprised, but after thinking about it: "Indeed, if it were me, this place would be the best choice for troublemaking."

Kashima Kiyoshi was not very sure at first, until one night, Gojo Satoru came to tell him that he confirmed that another self had sneaked into the altar.

Gojo Satoru's teleportation ability can only reach the places he has been to.

The old altar of the Panxing Sect was originally in the deep mountains and old forests. If he wanted to go there to cause trouble, he had to go to investigate in advance.

Kashima Kiyoshi said meaningfully: "I can see that your political mind is very smart."

Gojo Wujo was upset, and after thinking about whether he or another self would choose the same altar operation, he could only say annoyed in front of the facts: "It's too much to say irony and mock me."

The ten-meter-high altar looks like a huge Buddhist altar. The image of Tianyuan enshrined by the Panxing Sect is more like an evil god than an orthodox Buddha statue. The huge "Tianyuan" statue is embedded in the Buddhist altar, smiling strangely.

There were two loud roars in the secluded forest, and the dust slowly dissipated. On the highest plane of the altar, three people stood at the two ends of the diagonal line.

One is the cursed king [Gojo Satoru] that everyone fears, and the other is Kashima Kiyoshi, who is determined to get rid of him, and the dissatisfied main body Gojo Satoru.

[Gojo Satoru] looked at Kiyoshi Kashima, without any surprise, his tone was unexpectedly calm, and even the murderous aura of facing many curse spirits just now faded: "We meet again."

He had long thought that this altar was related to Kashima Kiyoshi, but he still chose this place, which was more thoughtful than Gojo Satoru, who was still a high school student.

Pan Xingjiao, a place that has a predestined relationship with him, but not all predestined relationship.

At this time [Wujo Wu] is like a pool of stagnant water, except for the only obsession in my heart, everything is calm, with a faint sense of relief.

Kashima Kiyoshi did not draw the knife, he looked at [Gojo Satoru] with confused eyes, and doubts welled up in his heart.

"Is it worth it?"

Kiyoshi Kashima couldn't help bewitching: "As long as you think, you can replace him and become the strongest in the true sense in this world where nothing has happened."

[Gojo Satoru] seemed to hear something funny, he shook his head and denied it: "No, this is cheating, it's not a way to make me proud."

No matter how many things he has experienced, he still carries his arrogance and arrogance in his bones.

[Gojo Satoru] disdains to steal your own life from another world.

Kashima Kiyoshi drew his sword out of its sheath: "Then there is nothing to say."

[Wujo Satoru] reminded with ambiguous meaning: "A weapon that uses itself as a scabbard will let you be impregnated with evil spirits for a long time. This is not a convenient weapon."

Kashima Kiyoshi was noncommittal: "I just use my habits."

The next moment, in a blink of an eye, Kashima Kiyoshi appeared behind [Gojo Satoru], with the point of the knife resting on his neck, and just about to push down, [Gojo Satoru] had already disappeared from a distance. Qing Kick flew to the edge of the altar and barely stopped.

[Gojo Satoru] Standing in the center of the altar, his expression is unclear, his cold and crazy temperament spreads, there is no emotion in his dark blue eyes, and he speaks flatly from his throat——

"I want to slaughter all non-magicians."