COSER, summoned by the strongest

Gojo Satoru wanted to die laughing.

He covered his face with one hand, shaking his shoulders and laughing silently.

If you ask him, the main character of the funeral, Sato Naohua, has changed his shell to become a model. What scriptures do they still read? He copied the resurrection spell from the game and handed it to Xia Youjie. Xia Youjie was really tenacious. finished reading.

——Jie, you must be upright for a while, as long as you are upright enough, no one will dare to say anything about you.

Isn't this very righteous!

Al: "..."

He glanced at Gojo Satoru who was laughing wildly while covering his mouth, then at Xia Youjie who fell silent after reading the resurrection spell, and felt the atmosphere of the mourning hall that exploded.

The guests whispered:

"What are you reading?"

"The God of Light? Do current monks believe in this?"

"This is the resurrection spell in the game, mom! This monk certainly doesn't chant sutras, he must be playing games in the temple every day!"

"Resurrection spell? Does he want to resurrect the dead? It's terrible..."

Xia Youjie knelt there quietly, his back seemed calm, but his ears were actually red.

Gojo Satoru also added fuel to the fire in the team channel: "Are you crying? Jie."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al: "..."

Al was ready to jump up and break the fight at any moment.

Behind him, Nagito Komaeda poked Al on the shoulder, and asked with concern: "Mr. Al, is it all right, Mr. Gojo?"

The shoulders are shaking, isn't it normal?

The blond-haired blue-eyed boy said with a heavy face, "It doesn't matter, he's just too sad, just let him cry for a while."

Komaeda Nagito sighed and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Sato passed away suddenly. As a family member, we are all very sad. Mr. Gojo, my condolences will change."

Gojo Satoru covered his face, his shoulders shook even more.

Kamiza Deru, who was sitting next to Komaeda Nagito, glanced in the direction of the back row as if aware of it.

Enoshima Dunko sat with Sinki Mikan.

At this moment, a translucent figure suddenly sat up in the front coffin.

Al: "..."

He blinked his big emerald green eyes, showing a suspicious expression for a moment.

In the wooden coffin, a translucent Sato Naohua sat up, its head was still there, its limbs were healthy, and it was wearing a white shroud. It sat up, turned its stiff neck, and turned its empty gaze to the nearest one. Chanting monk - Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie was unaware of this.

Consciously experiencing the extreme embarrassment and completely dying, Xia Youjie knocked on the wooden fish amidst whispers, and Baoxiang solemnly said:

"The God of Light, the God of Hope, the God of Destruction, the God of Beginning, please grant me the dawn that penetrates the heavens and the earth, to wipe out all evil, to rid nightmares, and the light of angels will surely spread across the earth..."

Al: "..."

Jay, Jay, Jay-chan!

what are you doing!

Don't give up treatment suddenly!

You can't chant this kind of inexplicable big stew spell!The translucent Nao Hua Jiang is sitting in the coffin looking at you!

The translucent Sato Naohua stared at Xia Youjie expressionlessly for a long time, and gradually there was light in his empty eyes. It stepped on the headless corpse in the coffin and stood up, condescendingly, looking at the opponent in front of him unkindly. A dead and disrespectful fake monk.

Al: "!!!"

It has stood up, the ghost has stood up!

Al slapped Gojo Wujo on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Wu-chan, Wu-chan, Wu-chan, look at that thing in front of Jie-chan, does it look like the undead seen in Xianwangxiang?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at it, and said blankly: "No, isn't there a coffin and a portrait in front of him?"

Terrible.

This is not within the special enchantment of Xianwangxiang. Neither Gojo Wu nor Xia Youjie can see the undead, and he is the only one who can see the undead!

Damn, where did Wu-chan copy the resurrection spell? Jie-chan really brought the dead back to life!

The two guests sitting in the middle row suddenly got up and rushed towards the door with hands and feet.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost!"

"Let me out!"

Looking back, it turned out that it was Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Shiro who came to attend the funeral. They ran halfway in a panic, tripped over their trousers, and fell together. The huge movement immediately attracted the attention of all the guests. Attention, there is also the attention of ghosts - Sato Naohua.

Sakata Ginpachi: "..."

Earthwork [-] Lang:"……"

In the mourning hall, only Xia Youjie's voice of chanting more and more freely remained: "Goddess Kali, Goddess of Snow Mountain, Goddess of Wisdom, Goddess of Lance..."

Under the increasingly hostile sight of the ghost Sato Naoka, Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Toshiro crawled back to their original positions at the speed of light, and sat upright.

Kagura asked puzzled, "Ayin, Fourteen, what's wrong with you?"

Sakata Ginpachi stumbled and said: "Legs, legs, legs are numb, just move around!"

Shimura Shinpachi asked concerned: "Is it important?"

Hijikata Shishiro stammered: "It's over, it's over!"

Under Mr. Ghost's gloomy gaze, Sakata Ginpachi cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, where did you invite the Shabi monk, who has no ability to suppress evil spirits at all..."

Hijikata Shirōro whispered, "Don't talk about repression, he was the one who made that ghost alive. That guy must have recited the resurrection spell at the very beginning, definitely the resurrection spell."

"Damn it, this dead monk. The organizer invited him here to save the undead. Fortunately, he just set up a resurrection spell to pull up the ghosts of others."

"By the way, don't you think that monk looks familiar?"

"Ah? Ah, speaking of Liu Hai, I have indeed seen it somewhere..."

Al, who has eyes and ears, listened attentively to the thoughts of Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Jurō. Could it be... Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Jurō, can they also see the translucent Sato Nauma? !

Teacher Yinba is worthy of being a people's teacher with psychic talent!

The translucent Sato Naohua stepped out of the coffin and blew out the burning candle in front of Xia Youjie expressionlessly.

call--

A gust of wind blew and the candles went out, but Xia Youjie didn't care.

"*The left eye is the sun, the right eye is the moon, a body of flesh and blood, forging the world, the son of chaos, creating the world. Appear, giant of history...*"

Al murmured: "Wu-chan, Jie-chan is crazy, he has already started summoning Pangu at the funeral."

Gojo Satoru, who has no sense of crisis: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha——"

Sakata Ginpachi's voice trembled behind him: "No, no, no, no, the candle is out! It's going to kill! It must be because that guy didn't want to die, so he crawled back to the world to take revenge..."

Hijikata Shishiro, who also found out that the candle was extinguished, shivered: "Nonsense, nonsense, your head was crushed by a big truck, who can rest in peace, anyone will become a ghost! But the driver of the big truck If he is not here, who can appease his resentment..."

It turned out to be the case.

The blond boy showed a thoughtful expression.

It turns out that Sato Naoka came back because she died with unsatisfactory eyes. Also, Sato Naoka used to be a staff member of the Toki Government, and it is normal for her to have a special talent in the soul.

However, this Sato Naoka...

He pretended to look at Ginpachi Sakata, but glanced at Junko Enoshima sitting in the last row out of the corner of his eye.

The counterfeit who had been with them for four months changed his shell and ran away.

This revived Sato Naoka is probably the real and original Sato Naoka.

Also a poor guy.

The ghost Naoka Sato inspected her funeral, and felt that the fake monk in front of her was the most unpleasant person. He was the God of Light, the Goddess of Snow Mountain, and summoned Pangu, but he just refused to chant sutras.

It tried to grab Xia Youjie's clothes, but unfortunately human beings and ghosts are different, his hands passed through Xia Youjie's body every time.

...It's not good, Mr. Ghost seems to be angry!

The blond boy quickly stood up and said loudly, "Everyone!"

The ghost stopped moving, and the guests all looked up at him, even Xia Youjie stopped chanting.

Al said with a sad face: "Everyone, please listen to me. Mr. Sato passed away suddenly, and we are all very sad. Therefore, in order for Mr. Sato to rest in peace, let go of all resentments and step into reincarnation, we must do something for him .”

Just like the proprietress in Xianwangxiang, if you find a way to make the ghost happy, the ghost will enter reincarnation by itself!

The guests looked at each other.

The uncle who often delivered goods to the Panxing Sect was puzzled: "Here, Mr. Al... what can we do?"

Al said seriously: "As long as it can make Mr. Sato happy, then whatever you do is fine."

After the mourning hall was quiet for a while, a person raised his hand.

"I!"

The slender purple-haired girl said seriously:

"Although I have never met Mr. Sato, it is my duty as an idol to bring happiness to everyone. I want to present a song to Mr. Sato!"

This girl is none other than the popular idol girl of the electric wave system - Teramon Tong.

Hearing this, the ghost Sato Naoka's expression seemed to soften a little.

Al was touched and said, "You really came, Atong-chan."

Temple gate nodded with a smile: "Well, because Al's friends are my friends."

Sato Naoka: "..."

Damn, when did Simen Tong come?Do you know Al that devil?Why did he suddenly have an ominous premonition?

She silently pressed her hat, trying to weaken her sense of existence as much as possible.

Simentong stepped forward, took the microphone from Al, and said very seriously to Xia Youjie who was kneeling beside him: "Master, can you let me go? Sitting here will greatly affect my performance."

Xia Youjie, who is very influential in his performance: "..."

He packed his futon and wooden fish, and silently stepped aside. Shimura Shinpachi stood up and said loudly, "In that case, push the coffin aside too. It takes up too much space, and it will affect Atong's performance."

Sakata Ginpachi was startled: "Hello!!!"

He tightly hugged Shimura Shinpachi's thigh: "Xinbaji, are you crazy? It's fine to sing pop songs at other people's funerals, but moving the dead person's coffin to make room for her will be punished by God!"

The blond boy showed a sudden realization expression.

"That's right, Atong-chan's stage has always been huge, so let me move it for you!"

Sakata Ginpachi: "Hello!!!"

Shimura Shinbadao: "It's okay, Yin, even Mr. Al, the organizer, agreed, not to mention that Tong is also thinking of Mr. Sato's happiness!"

"No, it's not happy, Mr. Sato's dead soul is not happy at all—"

Regardless of Sakata Ginpachi's obstruction, Shimura Shinpachi, a die-hard fan of Teramon Tong, and Al worked together to push the dead man's coffin to the farthest corner, even the portrait and tribute to the side, and specially moved the stereo.

Sakata Ginpachi was going crazy: "Hey! Give me the most important thing about the dead! That blond idiot, is the person who died really your family? It doesn't look like it at all!"

The ghost, Naoka Sato, has a bad complexion.

Hijikata Shishiro panicked, and he whispered: "Hey, it's angry, it's angry, it's really starting to get angry..."

I saw Teramondori, who was wearing a black improved kimono, holding up the microphone, and said energetically: "Now, I want to sing a song for Mr. Sato - "Your mother's AK14 is hanging by your bedside"!"

Al and Shimura Shinpachi responded positively: "Your mother's AK14 is hanging beside your bed!"

Simentong said even louder: "Everyone shout together! "Your mother's AK14 is hanging by your bedside"—!"

Driven by Al and Shimura Shinpachi, all the guests responded in unison: "Your mother's AK14 is hanging on your bedside—!"

The cheerful prelude exploded in my ears, and Simentong sang loudly while dancing his slender body: "On Saturday morning, the sun was shining brightly. Your mother opened the door of your room, picked up her AK14, and blasted yours!" ○, she said to you, ○, ○○○——, you ○○○○—”

The unbearable lyrics sang from the mouth of the young girl one after another, Sakata Ginpachi said angrily: "This is insulting, this is insulting! Don't sing this kind of song in the mourning hall! Show me respect for the dead! You are stepping on me!" What’s the difference between people’s tombs dancing on their graves?!”

Hijikata Shishiro murmured: "I don't understand, I don't understand, I don't understand, how did this kind of song full of mosaics become the number one song of the year last year..."

The face of the ghost Sato Naoka was already very ugly.

Just when Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Shiro were trembling, the fake monk who had recited the resurrection spell suddenly stood up, picked up the collar of a white-haired guest, and punched him with his backhand.

Sakata Ginpachi: "!!!"

Earthwork [-] Lang:"???"

This monk not only chanted the resurrection spell to summon Pangu at the funeral, but even beat the guests sitting in the front row!

Which ruined temple did this monk come from?He is absolutely indispensable for the scene to become like this, so don't settle the appearance fee with him!

The long-haired monk and the white-haired guests wrestled together amidst the endless singing of the mosaic. They fought from the front row to the coffin. He came out and lay carelessly in the middle of the mourning hall.

"what--!!!"

The guests who faced the headless corpse screamed one after another, and the scene became very chaotic for a while.

Simentong was still singing: "Your mother said, ○○○○——!"

Al, who was still passionately singing along, rushed forward: "Wu-chan, Jie-chan, stop fighting!"

He hugged Xia Youjie who was obviously more emotional from behind: "Jie sauce, Jie sauce, don't be as knowledgeable as Wu sauce! Calm down, your family and believers are watching you, you are the head of the family, you still have to Preside over the overall situation—”

Xia Youjie, who was tragically killed by the society, jumped into a rage and said, "I am in charge of the overall situation of the ass, destroy it!!!"

Gojo Satoru rolled up his sleeves and added fuel to the fire: "Come on come on come on come on come on!"

Since starting this cult, they haven't had a good fight, and Gojo Satoru kind of misses the days when they fought wantonly on the playground.

He kicked the coffin in front of him, and the ghost Naoka Sato's face was about to crack.

"Hey!!!"

Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Shishiro rushed forward, joined hands to help the coffin up, and picked up the scattered flowers and put them back into the coffin, desperately trying to save the situation.

Hijikata Shishiro said: "I'm really crazy to attend this kind of funeral. Even if my own father dies, I won't come to the wedding again..."

Sakata Ginpachi complained: "Takuan-kun, your father will cry, your father will definitely cry."

At this moment, Yamazaki Tai in a black suit walked over listlessly and stopped in front of them.

Yamazaki retreated and picked up the headless corpse that no one dared to touch, and put the corpse back into the coffin.

Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Toshiro were taken aback, "You—have we met you somewhere?"

Yamazaki Tai looked indifferent, and his tone was very calm.

"It doesn't matter about that kind of thing, Ginpachi-sensei, Hichikata-kun. Anyway, you probably won't remember my name."

Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Toshiro looked at each other.

hiss--

It's really familiar, but I really can't remember it.

Yamazaki returned the headless body of Sato Naoka to the coffin, put the flowers on him, picked up the portrait, and put it against the wall.

Hijikata Shishiro asked in surprise, "What is your relationship with this guy?"

Yamazaki said with a faint smile: "It's just an ordinary colleague, it was in the past, and it will be in the future."

"..."

This guy!It always feels like a great story!

"Because this is the last time I saw Mr. Sato, I also prepared a present for him."

Yamazaki Tei took out a letter from the inside pocket of his suit.

He took out the lighter and said in a gentle voice, "This is the rebirth spell specially made for Mr. Sato after I consulted Miss Higa. It is written with my own blood. I hope he will be safe in the next life and not suffer from such bad luck again."

Enoshima Dunko standing far away: "..."

As hard-hearted as she is, she was also a little moved.

Sakata Ginpachi said happily: "The rebirth curse? That's great! All this is caused by the resurrection curse chanted by that unreliable monk. If there is a reliable rebirth curse, Mr. Sato will be able to go to heaven smoothly !"

Yamazaki smiled back: "Thank you, he will."

He took out the mantra he had written in blood from the envelope, and lit the paper with a lighter.

Sakata Ginpachi and Hijikata Shirō glanced curiously, and saw that the paper was densely written in blood: "Red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package, red bean package Red bean bag, red bean bag, red bean bag, red bean bag—”

Sakata Ginpachi: "..."

Earthwork [-] Lang:"……"

stop! ! !

The tongue of fire burned the paper full of "red bean buns" into ashes in the blink of an eye. The translucent Sato Naoka suddenly roared, and his figure suddenly rose, and his soaring muscles almost broke the shroud on his body. , printed with densely packed "red bean buns".

Sakata Ginpachi & Hijikata Shiro: "..."

This is a fart rebirth curse!This is obviously the most evil curse that strengthens the power of evil spirits! ! !

At this moment, all the conjurers in the room felt the abnormality. Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, who were fighting, stopped and looked at them with blue and purple faces. As if sensing something, he turned around and wanted to run.

Nauma Sato, who had strengthened her strength with the power of "Adzuki Bean Bun", locked on to her all of a sudden.

——The "brain" that used her own body without authorization, turned herself into a headless corpse and changed to a new home, is now in that woman's head!

die! ! !

The headless corpse lying in the coffin suddenly rose up, and rushed towards Enoshima Shield with hands and feet on the ground.

"!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

"The corpse is scammed!!!"

"The corpse really came back to life!!!"

The guests screamed and fled in all directions. The other conjurers in the Panxing Palace were scattered by the chaotic crowd. The headless corpse accurately grabbed Enoshima Shield's hair. A violent wind blew in. Everyone subconsciously I closed my eyes, and when I came back to my senses, the headless corpse had already flown into the coffin with the Enoshima shield, and a gust of wind closed the coffin for the headless corpse.

"!"

Al rushed forward without hesitation, picked up the nails and hammer at hand, and after a while of clinking and fierce operations, he directly sealed the coffin.

Enoshima Dunko locked in the coffin: "???"

what happened?what happened? ? ?Was she crucified in a coffin? !

Sinwood Mikan turned pale with shock and said, "Master Dunzi!"

She was about to rush up to help when a pale hand gently pressed her shoulder.

Sinki Mikan suddenly turned her head and saw Komaeda Nagito and Kamizuo Deruu standing quietly behind her. Komaeda Nagito smiled softly: "Sinki-san, you really have been brainwashed by her."

"you--!"

Komaeda Nagito smiled kindly, and said to himself: "It's okay. You will eventually return to the camp of hope, and I will do my best to help you."

Sinki Mikan's eyes were about to split open: "Let go of me—oh!"

Kazuru Kamizu was impatient to listen to their argument, so he knocked her unconscious neatly, Komaeda Nagito caught the fallen Sinki Mikan, and said to Kazuru Kamizu: "Then, I'll leave it to you, Kazuru-kun. This Panxing Sect will definitely bring us new hope, it cannot be eroded by the power of despair... God seat, you will definitely not regret joining the Panxing Sect."

Shen Zuo said indifferently: "Boring."

On the other side, Al waved his hand and directly carried the coffin: "Wu-chan, Jie-chan, the funeral is almost over, I'll send him to the crematorium to be cremated."

Sakata Ginpachi & Hijikata Shiro: "..."

What do you mean the funeral is almost over?It's obvious that the guests have almost run away, right? !

Carrying the coffin, Al turned his head and gestured "Leave it to me" to the translucent Sato Naoka, "Rest in peace. We will not spare those who desecrate your corpse lightly, Mr. Sato."

Naoka Sato was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and gave Albi a thumbs up.

Al carried the coffin and ran downstairs. The translucent Nauma Sato smiled and sighed.

It instantly became a Buddha.

Gojo Satoru looked thoughtfully at the direction where the resentment disappeared, as if he finally understood what happened.

"what."

Sakata Ginpachi said: "But, it seems that there is an extra woman stuffed into that coffin."

Yamazaki backed away for a moment.

……

After Al ran downstairs, he put the coffin on the car bound for the crematorium.

Regardless of the screams of the woman in the coffin, he directly gestured OK to the driver.The driver of the funeral home wearing headphones nodded, started the car, and drove towards the crematorium.

Watching the funeral home's car go away, Al heaved a sigh of relief that he was done.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw Yamazaki rushing out, got into his car, stepped on the accelerator and chased after the funeral home's car.

"Mr. Sato! I know you won't die with peace, but, but, I won't let you make a mistake and kill innocent lives!"

Al: "..."

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy watched Yamazaki chase the funeral home's car with a confused face.

Enoshima Dunko encountered an unprecedented crisis.

She was tightly strangled by a headless corpse. The already stiff corpse was firmly stuck to her, and she couldn't shake a single bit with her strength. Not only that, she was still sealed in a coffin and was driving to the crematorium.

The bag was lost in the chaos, and the mobile phone in the bag was also lost. It was impossible to ask others for help.

No way... The oxygen is getting less and less. If this continues, she will turn into a corpse before reaching the crematorium...

A body without mantra and spiritual power is not good at all.

Help!

The air in her chest was getting less and less, and just when she thought that the millennium was about to end in this inexplicable farce, the coffin was split open with an axe.

boom--!

"!"

In the glare of the sun, Enoshima Junko... No, Kinso opened his eyes, and saw Tai Yamazaki holding an axe, and the staff of the funeral home after Yamazaki retreated.

Was she... saved by this guy?

Yamazaki squatted down, forcefully opened the hands of the headless corpse, and comforted softly: "Did you scare you? I'm sorry, Mr. Sato, he just..."

The orange-haired girl suddenly hugged him forcefully.

"!"

Tai Yamazaki noticed in surprise that on the girl's forehead, there was a circle of sutures exactly the same as Sato Naoka.

The heart in the chest was beating excitedly.

This must be... the guidance of fate.

With a lump in his throat, he also hugged the girl tightly.

In the high sky that they couldn't see, the devil fish curse spirit was floating, Al, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other in dismay.

"Ah, what, although I don't know what happened..." Xia Youjie sighed, "It's amazing, this progress."

Al and Gojo Satoru nodded approvingly.