With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

The five purlins who sat back in the milk tea shop did not fluctuate in their hearts.

He looked at Gojo Satoru on the opposite side of the table with his head bowed, his head resting on one hand, while the other hand was pinching the straw to stir the milk tea.The sunglasses are placed on the bridge of his nose, and from the gap on the upper side, you can vaguely see some of his snow-white eyelashes and a touch of blue light hidden under them.

"You can't drink milk tea even if you stare at me." Gojo Wujo didn't raise his head, but anyone wouldn't feel uncomfortable being stared at for so long, let alone he has six eyes.

Five Purlins silently stirred the coffee in front of him...not stirred.

Ah...that's bloody coffee, it has more sugar in it than he's been drinking for a month.

It has changed from a liquid to a semi-solid solid, should he be thankful that he had prepared a few sips in advance so that the coffee did not overflow.

The instigator, Gojo Satoru, even said triumphantly, "This way it won't be so bitter. I really don't know why I always like to drink these strange-tasting things."

Coffee is the water of life... Jin Daishu has something to say.

Wu Tiaolin just looked at Wu Tiaowu's expression helplessly, feeling like a big cat who knew he had done it but was still confident.

Well, exactly.

"Is Wu Jun out of mission today?"

Wu Tiao purlin tried to launch a language attack to divert Wu Tiao Wu's attention. If he took a sip of this coffee now, he might not want to touch it in the second half of the year.

"It was pushed away on purpose." Gojo Satoru pulled out a nasty smile, "Jie ran away, his identity is unknown, but Zhizhi, who was guaranteed by me, also disappeared, and Yokohama was involved... I really want to see it with my own eyes. Those old oranges look like they are jumping in a hurry."

Gojo Satoru made no secret of his purpose.

Those old things don't have time to bother him and Purlin now.

Wu Zilin actually followed his words: "There will be a chance to see it with my own eyes."

"Sure enough, Purlin isn't as well-behaved as he appears on the surface." Wu Tiao Wu raised his eyebrows, how could he not know what kind of character Wu Tiao Purin really is.

"Speaking of which, it will be an exchange meeting soon, Mr. Wu." Wu Tiaolin continued to choose to change the subject.

"Hmm, this year is Youren and the others. I'm not very worried, but what are you going to do next."

Gojo Satoru knows Wutiaopurlin very well, even if he himself knows that he is just a phantom now, he will do what he wants to do, what he wants to do.

"I'm going to find someone next, don't worry Wu Jun, it will be resolved soon." The kind and strange smile of the old man before the bloody rain flashed before Wu Lianglin's eyes, as well as the cry.

The same dead people reappeared, but Wu Lianglin always felt that things would not be so simple, and he had to go for a trip.

Gojo Satoru didn't say anything more.

He watched Wu Lianglin stir up the coffee for a long time, but didn't take another sip, and watched Wu Lianglin get up to leave as if he didn't know anything, he kept watching until Wu Lianglin said goodbye to him, and then left the milk tea shop.

Gojo Satoru then lay back and leaned on the back of the chair.

The blue eyes behind the sunglasses flashed across the confusion like never before, and then returned to silence very quickly, as if it was an illusion before.

There are many things that he didn't understand before, and things that he didn't understand finally knew the answer.

In the infirmary, in front of the glass at home.

It wasn't until the five purlins told the truth in person that he understood why the purlins seemed to have been refreshed and reset at that time.

Probably... because he said the words that he wanted to keep the other party.

Die willingly... A ghost without any worries or fetters, returns to the world to visit his dear ones in this world on Ghost Festival.

After seeing it, I will put an end to my last thoughts.

Really, can't you keep it?

——How is it possible, he is Gojo Satoru.

The five purlins were not completely clueless, he knew very well that the sudden appearance of that "person" and the rain of blood were all to save the curse spirit called Daoist.

Even the mantra spirits have learned to hold together. Times have really changed.

At the beginning of the blood rain, he had already left the data information in the system, as long as that "person" made any movement, he could track it very quickly.

Exactly, it is now.

Following the guidance of the system, he walked all the way along the remote alleys, passing the scenes that most often appeared in horror comics to exaggerate the atmosphere, and finally saw an unfinished building that had been abandoned for a long time.

Looks like where the villains are.

Wu Lianglin didn't act rashly, and he didn't rush over in a rush. If it was really that "person", he would definitely not be his opponent.

After instructing the system to do everything well, he held his breath and walked in.

After all, this is an important turning point.

Five Purlins will not miss this opportunity.

But he never thought that he would see such a scene...

Along the way, the floor was covered with blood, I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it’s going. A very shallow layer, with the ripples from time to time, exposed a small piece of the original floor, but it was soaked for a long time, and it was soaked. Colored.

The person five purlins were looking for sat cross-legged on the bright red, his kimono was dyed, and his face was kind and kind. There was a person lying in front of him, who should have died according to the color.

"You came."

His tone didn't sound surprising, "Purlin is really that good."

He praised the younger generation in the tone of an elder.

"..." Wu Lianglin didn't care that the bright red on the floor had stained his shoes and socks, he walked over slowly, "You are not him."

The five purlins stared closely at each other's hidden sutures hidden under their hair.

"Don't be so nervous." As if the old man didn't understand the meaning of his words, he patted his leg and said in a friendly tone, "Come and sit, like you used to."

"It's just that there are no cherry cakes and no tea today."

Wu Liangli walked in front of him, and then sat cross-legged as if he didn't care.

Bright red followed his trousers, and the hem of his clothes slowly climbed up.

They sat in the bright red, facing each other.

The expression in the old man's cloudy eyes was kind and gentle, as if he was looking at his younger generation who had been placed with high hopes and kept growing.

"No matter how long it has passed, Purin is still so good and self-centered. Have you considered it? Inheriting our mantle, power, honor, wealth, these things that ordinary people dream of, just need you to hold my hand, and you can have them all." The aging old man's tone was calm and slow, as if he had had countless long talks in that other courtyard where the cherry blossoms were scattered.

Wutiaohe also.

The five purlins finally remembered the other party's name.

"I reject."

"...Is it you who moved my spell tool?" Wu Zilin seemed to recognize the "person" in front of him as the seemingly kind, but actually hypocritical and greedy old man in his memory.

But...he was the one who taught him a lot.

"I'm saving you." His tone was gentle and his voice was hoarse, "After all, even Lin himself thinks that the five lines whose spells are destroyed and whose appearance is no longer complete will never have a chance to be with the one you want to follow. The gods stand shoulder to shoulder."

"How could I be willing to let go of the child I was optimistic about, and finally couldn't bear it, and collapsed step by step."

Wu Tiaohe also seemed to really think so, a withered but still vaguely weird smile appeared on his wrinkled face, which could be described as doting.

"Ah...it's really distressing." Wu Zilin just looked at him quietly, his tone was as calm as ever, and he immediately showed a distressed expression, "I noticed something strange here when I first entered the door... "

"But speaking of which, role-playing is fun."

The corners of Wu Zilin's lowered eyes curled up, and those dark blue eyes, which were always calm and introverted, revealed a madness and joy that did not belong to him.

Wutiaohe also realized something was wrong.

Temptations that had come and gone before were torn apart.

"Is that so..."

It turned out that it wasn't "resurrection", but a "seizure" like him.

He slowly approached, and then pulled out a smile, revealing the teeth that were about to fall out in his mouth.

"It's really strange, even Gojo Satoru can be deceived?" Wutiao Heya, no, maybe he should be called "羂索".

Can it deceive the "six-eyed" seizing body... Really made him have a greater desire to seize this body.

The body that was used to carry him before had broken down, and this corpse that was replaced in advance for this plan was now reaching the limit of carrying him.

He desperately needs a new body.

And in his plan, none is more suitable than the five purlins... However, it seems that he has met a "peer"?Then he was really more - more interested.

He raised his hand and performed a wave of enlightenment. Literally, like a zipper, he pulled open along the suture on the forehead, revealing a brain-shaped "creature" with a mouth on it.

A liquid trickled down the forehead and ticked into the blood.

This scene is really suitable for drawing horror comics.

But there is still not much emotion on the face of the five purlins.

"Actually, I still respect you very much." Wu Lianglin didn't look at the brain-shaped creature, he looked at the haggard but calm old man's face, "So..."

"I'm here to save you."

Wu Lianglin quickly pulled out a dagger from his pocket. It was a first-class spell tool. He swung it out suddenly, and the brain-shaped spell spirit just opened its mouth wide.

At the moment when the cold light flashed across, the corpse that had been lying on the ground moved, the brain-like creature disappeared at some time, and the blood on the ground disappeared very quickly as if it had been swallowed, revealing the corpse they had just sat on. Place the formation on the floor.

"I underestimated you, I heard that there are no spells."

The corpse on the ground just blinked, and it seemed to be alive. He stood up, retreated back, opened the distance, and revealed a young face between the broken hair, and a large brain-like thing that had not been stitched. forehead.

"It really... disrupted my plan."

Yan Suo said with a headache.

The five purlins just silently caught the old man's body that had softened because of the loss of the manipulator.

But in an instant, the corpse dispersed like dust.

It is the formation under the feet.

Maybe even the remaining mantra power has been swallowed up before it disappeared... The five purlins can feel it, the mantra power is disappearing little by little, being swallowed up.

However, if it's another person, it shouldn't be noticeable... After all, the absorption is too little and too slow.

Yan Suo put on an inevitable smile, "I feel it...and ah, from the moment the formation is in operation, it is absolutely impossible for the people inside to come out."

Sounds good.

But...it's a pity.

The five purlins showed a look of pity, and he looked at the rope that he was sure he couldn't escape, so he slowly pulled the suture on.

The five purlins still maintain the calmness of the human design.

Yan Suo's smile became more and more arrogant.

Immediately, he will have a new body with quasi-special qualifications.

Even without the spells, this body is perfect in terms of functionality and integrity.

"It's like this... I'm a cheating player."

The five purlins suddenly showed a smile.

This smile is a bit weird when paired with the dark and dark red background.

Yan Suo opened his eyes wide, and a figure was reflected in his pupils. It was a young man holding a knife. His long moon-grey hair was pulled up high, and he danced in a beautiful arc in the air with his movements.

"Breath of Dust."

"Ash scattered."

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The author has something to say:

The script that Brother Shu Zi wrote for Purin immediately received a high-sweet warning (?).

All five vests.

Brainstorm: He hung up before I even made a move. I was terrified at the time.

This old man's mentality is probably... afraid that you will be sad, so I don't have to be sad if I kill you directly (...).