Why aren't people raising me

Buildings were in ruins and forests were leveled.

The furious six eyes revealed his true strength - he can kill super-level curse spirits with one blow, and human beings can't hold on to the terrifying strength for a second.

The servant in charge of taking care of the high-rise was paralyzed on the ground, her legs were so soft that it was difficult to move, and she felt that she might not be able to get out of here today, so she hid behind the pillar in fear, hoping that the white-haired boy would not see her, let alone murderous intent.

As she expected, Six Eyes could see how many people were present, but Gojo Satoru never implicated her.

He seemed to have lost his mind, but he was also rational to the extreme.

The higher-ups themselves don't have any strength to speak of. They know that they are really in trouble, and they can even do things like kowtow and beg for mercy.

But no one listened to his entreaties, and his confidants felt disillusioned with the image of the master who followed him. The majestic and solemn old man curled up in a ball at this moment, the pain and fear made him burst into tears, "Let me go, what do you want? Status?" ? We can give it to you, and we won't force you to do anything!"

His tone of voice, his lines, made his whole personality collapse in confidence,

"Big, my lord..."

"Who cares about your things." Gojo Satoru's voice was cold, and then he pinched the magic tool that was thrown in front of him but was blocked by the lower limit, and inserted it into the abdomen of the high-level man.

Fatal injury, can not wait for the reverse surgical treatment.

"Wujo Wu, do you think you can die well?" Someone scolded, "You have done so many evil things, you will definitely be punished!"

……

On that day, the high-level people outside were almost bloodbathed.

I still couldn't stop seeing things, and felt that the time was almost up, so I took the risk to run to the battle field to stop everything.

How did you stop it?

——"Satoru sent me a message saying that he can peel potatoes... Well, although you all said that he has a bad personality, he is still very cute sometimes."

It was Akashi Masaharu's voice.

Gojo Satoru, who was insane, was stunned by the voice, and suddenly looked back——

Mr. Himi turned up the sound of the recorder to the maximum, which also caused Masaharu Akashi's voice to resound abruptly in the silent air.

Gojo Satoru's expression twisted, "..."

One centimeter in front of him, drops of blood that were blocked by no lower limit fell down, but the coldness around him was reduced by half, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

It smacks of exasperation.

Seeing trembling, I pressed the button again,

——"See, the coffee seems a bit bitter... No, it's not that you didn't prepare it well, it's just that they see me drinking it every day and they always want to try it without faith. Next time, buy some with sugar and milk."

This should be Masaharu Akashi's order when he saw them earlier.

The voice is still so clear and elegant.

——"The script of my speech was changed by someone today, tsk, it turns out that there will be such people in Tokyo University... But even so, I won't lose. Everything I wrote down has long been recorded in my memory It's in my head."

Akashi Masaharu was talking about trivial things.

They were all things Gojo Satoru had never heard before, and they should be what Kazuhime said when he was alone.

Seeing that he gradually calmed down, he didn't care to wipe the sweat off his forehead, "...I thought, you shouldn't listen to other people's words, and this is the only way to stop you."

His eyes swept across the mess everywhere, "Stop it, Wutiao, this punishment is enough."

"Not enough." Gojo Satoru said bluntly as if stating the facts, "You have no idea how many lives a Masaharu Akashi can take."

How many people can one Akashi Masaharu save?

Compared with this bunch of guys holding tree roots and eating, how much contribution Masaharu Akashi can make to society.

Afterwards, Gojo Satoru really turned around and faced Bimi, "Also, do you have any weird hobbies?"

Bijian exposed his old background, and there is no need to hide anything at this time, "I... I am a fan of Master Masaharu, so..."

Gojo Satoru laughed.

There was no emotion in this sound, it was just a laugh for the sake of laughing.

Bi Jian looked at his face carefully, and tentatively said, "These high-level... have been eradicated by you, and the other conjurers just obeyed them. Isn't it a bit..." too much?

"Do you think I can't tell the difference?" Gojo Satoru glanced at him coldly, "As for the eradication you mentioned...do you think eradicated?"

No.

The upper echelon is hereditary.

The next generation cultivated by pedantic people are just more disgusting and decadent guys who have adapted to contemporary society.

They may be more difficult to deal with, more cunning, more insidious than the dead group of high-level officials, and they may also have genetic mutations, injecting fresh blood into the rotten power holders.

But those are all unknown things, at least Gojo Satoru is still alone.

"There is too much commotion here, and more people will come soon..."

"What are you timidly doing?" Gojo Satoru stepped out of the gunpowder smoke, walked past the corpse of the rotten orange, and grabbed Bi Jian by the collar as he rubbed shoulders, "Take me to the place where Yazhi died, right now."

The follow-up investigation and rectification will come later, and now Gojo Satoru hasn't even gotten through the pain right now.

Killing high-level officials to vent their anger and complaining for Masaharu was just to comfort himself.

Bi Jian's car drove very fast, almost speeding all the way to the remote path. He ran straight over the obstruction line and warning signs, and drove the car into a small battlefield full of potholes.

With just one glance, Gojo Satoru could see the remnants of the spell power of no less than ten people.

The most obvious ones are Xia Youjie's, followed by those of small fish. Masaharu Akashi's were swallowed up.

He walked to the place where the magic power gathered the most weirdly. There were bloodstains on the ground that would not be cleaned in the future, other than gravel and stones.

"Lord Yazhi's relics... are the corners of his clothes and a broken strand of hair, all taken away by Xia You."

Underwear, body hair and skin are very important things. As conjurers, they can use these to curse others.

"Where did Jay go?"

"Missing." Bijian swallowed, "The scene was very tragic that day, Xia You was directly regarded as a traitor, and he may be on the run now..."

"Escape? Do you think he is on the run?"

Bijian pursed his lips, "Actually, I don't think so." He glanced at Gojo Satoru, the young man's expression was unspeakably calm, his whole body was clean, no damage, no bleeding, as if he hadn't experienced any fights, " He may be... thinking of ways to get revenge, but after all, he can't find where the high-level people are, otherwise he must have killed him with you... He may also be thinking about how to resurrect... ah, sorry, sorry, I said something wrong!"

Gojo Satoru glared at him.

It is disrespectful to play with the dead.

Bi Jian said that he might have added his own thoughts to his guess, but they couldn't guarantee that Xia Youjie wouldn't move on.

In fact, Gojo Satoru also thought for a moment, cursing Akashi Masaharu.

But he held back.

But he still fantasizes that if Akashi Masaharu died in front of him, would he act like that because he couldn't accept the reality—but it was just a fantasy, after all, Gojo Satoru missed the end of Akashi Masaharu.

If Akashi Masaharu becomes a curse spirit again... then there is really nothing more heartbreaking than this.

He was born clean, everything he does is aboveboard, and every step he takes is a good deed that can be recorded. If he is forced to stay, he will become so inhuman...

It's just too bad.

Gojo Satoru took a few steps back, and placed a shovel on the blood-stained place. For a while, any trace of the battle on this land was completely destroyed.

"All right."

Gojo Satoru said softly, as if saying goodbye,

"That way, no one can take advantage of you."

There was a faint cloud of smoke in the air. Gojo Gojo was about to turn around when he suddenly heard a slightly electronically rendered voice behind him:

——"See you, please drive faster, Seijuro's game is about to start."

Gojo Satoru's eyebrows twitched, he turned his head viciously, and stared straight at the confused assistant supervisor,

Bijian just thought he was going crazy, so he pressed the play button of the recorder reflexively, seeing the look in his eyes that wanted to peel him alive, he hugged himself in fear, "I, I thought you were crazy... No, not calm down."

Gojo Satoru: "How much inventory do you have?"

See: "Ah... ah? Stock, stock?"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand as a matter of course, "Give it to me."

See: "..."

See: "Can I go back and make a copy first?"

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

So Bijian knew his attitude, and gave him the recorder with both hands.

He made a weak request, "Can you listen to me when you are in a good mood?"

This kind of attachment actually touches Wujo Wu slightly.

Looking through the video of the deceased is a painful thing, and it reminds us all the time: he is no longer there.

Gojo Satoru said, "You change your way of thinking."

Bi Jian opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

He actually wanted to say: Gojo Satoru should also change his way of thinking.

***

On the third day of the bloodbath of the high-level, the punishment and announcement came down very quickly.

The government intervened in this incident. There were conjuration regulators assessing the damage, and criminal agencies intervened in the investigation. They were busy changing high-level officials, appeasing people, and under the threat of Six Eyes, they were busy revising the records of Masaharu Akashi.

"It's framing and assassination." Noctua Zhengdao said to Nitzi, "[The super conjurer was eradicated by high-level design], the notice has been put down, although the information of who... which high-level people is hidden, but Masaharu's At least things have been explained..."

He frowned, worried and lonely,

"...This kind of news can be exposed in the broad daylight, what exactly did Wu do?"

Jia Ruozi looked at the content of the announcement,

It writes at the end the judgment of the six eyes and the use of spells,

Wutiao Wuguan was confined for three months to assist in the investigation and vote for loyalty.

Xia Youjie is still a cursed master who has defected, and he is arrested and sentenced to death for the time being.

"Actually, the sentence was much lighter than I imagined." Noctua mused, "Has the upper management really changed?"

Jia Ruozi listened, and suddenly his eye sockets became sore,

A good sophomore... What is this all about.

***

【Akashi family】

At that time, the cause of Akashi Masaharu's death was still the backlash of the curse.

Akashi Seiyuki was communicating with relevant personnel in the magic world, Akashi Nayue was preparing for the funeral, and Akashi Seijuro was sorting out Masaharu's relics.

His relics are not many, because Masaharu Akashi doesn't pay much attention to material things. He made a lot of money, but he didn't buy anything for himself. Clothes, shoes, watches, these are all necessary things, not what Masaharu Akashi likes. thing.

Masaharu Akashi had two cabinets of books. When he first arrived, the bookcase had only two compartments. Later, one day, he seemed to wake up and frantically bought more books. If the cabinets were not big enough, he would replace them with new ones, and if one was not enough, he would buy another one.

He once said proudly. "What's this called? It's called swimming in the ocean of knowledge. I'm upgrading even in my dreams."

In the end, nothing but books in his room was a bed.

Oh, and also.

Akashi Seijuro pulled a manga book from under his pillow.

Akashi Masaharu likes to read manga.

It seems that if I burn something for him in the future, I have to send him a serial. Why don't I urge the manga author to add more to the end.

Akashi Seijuro's brain was running non-stop, but he seemed to be split into two people listening to another person's thoughts. His face was expressionless, and he could think of Akashi Masaharu using it when his fingertips touched everything.

But very calm.

Akashi Seijuro left the comic books and packed other things into boxes,

He didn't know why he was so calm, it should be sad, but there still seemed to be something missing.

The red-haired boy opened the refrigerator, and the cold white light shone into his golden pupils. He looked at the rows of coffee as expected.

Akashi Masaharu likes to drink coffee, but it has to be iced. He is a doctor himself, but he always says in a slightly joking tone: "I will pay attention, at worst, I will start to maintain my health after working hard for a few years."

"Build a foundation while you are young, and fly directly in the future."

Some inconspicuous jokes were learned by Akashi Masaharu after he was promoted to a high school.

High school...

Akashi Seijuro put down those documents, and did not move as if standing still.

Akashi Masaharu didn't need to go.

He could do just fine without going there.

A long time ago, Akashi Masaharu, who had not yet grown into a teenager, said to him, "I will definitely become the first super class."

"I just went to study, and it's not like I won't come back."

"I went to advance, not to go forever."

But now, Akashi Seijuro wanted to say to him who broke his promise, "Isn't it a kind of curse to say that?"

He didn't complain about Akashi Masaharu becoming a conjurer.

Because it was Masaharu's choice, he also tried to balance wandering between the two worlds.

After packing up the relics, Akashi Seijuro turned to take over the work of Akashi Masaharu.

He needs to transfer his funds, otherwise the money will be handed over to the country. The transfer process is not difficult, because Akashi Masaharu does many things in the name of Akashi Seijuro. I don’t know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Akashi Seijuro Before taking over the position of the Patriarch, he already has the financial resources of the Patriarch.

"...It's really capable..."

Looking at those financial statements and the list of items, Seijuro Akashi sighed in a low voice.

"In front of the magician, how do you find time to take care of these things?"

"Give me so much money, I can't guarantee that I can use it better than you."

He spoke into the air what only he could hear.

After that, he flipped through Akashi Masaharu's proposal page by page, wondering whether he should regret that Masaharu didn't write a diary.

When a person dies, all the things he did during his lifetime will be reviewed by his relatives, such as mobile phone browsing records, chat records, purchase records, if he writes a diary, it will really be read with embarrassment, tears and heartache.

The plan is very complete and detailed. After all, even Masaharu Akashi does not have a brain so developed that he can earn money anytime, anywhere.

Suddenly, Akashi Seijuro paused,

"Pan Xing Sect?" He looked at the name over and over again, "Yazhi also set up an organization?"

What shocked him was that there were a bunch of wealthy and chaebols in the Panxing Church, and they all paid money very neatly and generously, but it seemed that there was no plan for where to invest the money for the time being. So much working capital.

It seems that he should go there to organize a trip.

The next day, Seijuro Akashi took another day off from the school, and took a taxi to the headquarters of Panxingjiao alone.

He was stopped when he entered the door, and the other party's face was a bit unkind, but after hearing his name, his expression suddenly became very exciting.

"Akashi is... the Akashi from Masaharu Akashi?"

"Yes." Akashi Seijuro said gently, even when he was roughly stopped, he showed excellent self-cultivation, "Let me handle his work."

What he said was right, and his expression was undeniably tough.

Anbao muttered in a low voice, "This is a high school student... Is Akashi so scary?"

Then he smiled again, "Come with me."

They walked into a very imposing building from the outside, and the decoration inside was as expected, luxurious. After all, it was a big sect that attracted a lot of patrons, so it couldn't be shabby.

Akashi Seijuro met an unexpected person.

He was sitting where Akashi Masaharu should have been, his face was pale, and the tiredness in his eyes made one suspect that he hadn't closed his eyes for two days. Among the black hair, the hanging hair was messy between his browbones, and he looked more distressed than a student who couldn't answer the questions during the exam.

The missing Xia Youjie.

Akashi Seijuro recognized him immediately.

The last time they met, it was at the piano competition. At that time, this man was full of high spirits, with a bit of arrogance as a conjurer, and a bit of flamboyance.

When we met again, he didn't say hello, but said casually, "You seem to die suddenly in a second, do you want to take a break?"

Xia Youjie looked up at him, not frightened, it seemed that he knew someone was coming.

Akashi Seijuro seemed to see a little...disappointment from his expression?

"The magic world seems to be looking for you." Akashi Seijuro said, staring at him quietly, "They say you are a traitor, I stand here, I won't be eaten by your curse spirit in the next second ?”

And Xia Youjie sneered, "Seeing that you are usually as well-behaved as a model student, I didn't expect to be so bold."

A young man, an ordinary person with no combat power, now stands in front of the wanted "wicked person", and even calmly says some provocative words, what is it if he is not crazy?

Xia Youjie propped his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at him, "Don't you really believe what those rotten oranges say?"

"I don't believe it." Akashi Seijuro approached, did not sit down, but looked down at him due to the height difference, "I want to know the truth of that day."

Yes, it is a sense of violation.

At this moment, Akashi Seijuro finally understands why he has no emotions at all.

It's not because he hasn't realized that he has lost important people since then, but because he doesn't believe that Masaharu Akashi is dead.

How did Akashi Masaharu die?

He is so smart and so powerful, even if he dies, he cannot be so silent.

He couldn't imagine Masaharu Akashi's death, so his body automatically didn't respond, which led to his current calm appearance...even he himself loathes and fears.

"Why do you look like nothing is wrong?" Xia Youjie also noticed this, "You even look better than when we met last time."

"Maybe my physical fitness is better." Akashi Seijuro said, "So... is Masaharu really dead?"

"died."

Xia Youjie answered so quickly that Zheng Julang was stunned for a moment.

"But it's not because of the backlash of the curse spirit, it's better to say..." He laughed, the smile was forced out, extremely false, "At the last second, it was the curse spirit who was protecting him."

It's a pity that the mindless curse spirit missed the human weapon, allowing the ordinary bullet to penetrate the fragile human body.

Xia Youjie told Akashi Seijuro about his experience that day.

With a vengeful mentality, and a sense of loneliness that he wanted to drag others along with him, he told a young man who had never set foot in the magic world about the darkness and dampness there, and the darkness and mud there.

As he spoke, Xia Youjie's expression was stained with bitter hatred, his crossed knuckles tightened and trembled, his eyes stared blankly at a certain point on the table, and suddenly he heard an unnatural sound.

Xia Youjie was startled, stopped talking, and looked up.

However, the red-haired boy lowered his eyes and wept silently. Except for that shallow sob, he didn't make any movement.

At that moment...his golden eye seemed to turn red.

"I..." Xia Youjie suddenly felt helpless and guilty,

"Continue to talk." Akashi Seijuro said in a hoarse voice. Unlike his crying dynamics, his eyes were extraordinarily cold, "I'm listening."

Why are you crying?

Xia Youjie shrank his fingertips,

He just talked bluntly about Rotten Orange's ugly plan, that his father and mother were sealed, that Yazhi was assigned a task and asked himself to follow, and he didn't mention the part where he was besieged by everyone...

"Basically... that's how Yazhi was killed." Xia Youjie summed it up briefly, "Then I killed everyone, and now, as you can see, I'm wanted."

The Panxing Sect became his domain.

After that, he thought tiredly about his whereabouts, and suddenly thought of the identities of those believers,

They are the plutocrats, the rich, and those in power.

Even if they are not in the magic world, they are not much different from rotten oranges.

He saw the requests and prayers submitted by those people—maliciously cursing the death of those who hindered him, without a trace of kindness, compassion and empathy.

These guys... are really hopeless.

It is hopeless that people want to eradicate them all.

And Xia Youjie remembered what Yazhi said, "Don't care what other people are thinking. After all, it's not worth your grief and indignation at their ignorance, ignorance, indifference and cruelty. You should see what their value is."

Masaharu is gone, and someone needs to fill this position, so he came over Akashi first,

But Xia Youjie thinks,

He doesn't have Masaharu's ability, his eloquence, his background, and his patience.

Therefore, he can only use terror to control this organization.

Also treat those rotten oranges the way he wants most.

"Are you the boss here now?" Akashi Seijuro's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

Xia Youjie responded, "Yes."

He looked at the boy's expression of neither surprise nor rejection, and asked, "Are you okay?"

This sentence is a little gentle.

Because he suddenly remembered that the person in front of him was Akashi Masaharu's relative, his brother.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry, I was rude just now." Akashi Seijuro calmly asked him to borrow a tissue, "Because I thought of something sad."

"A sad thing?"

"..."

Akashi Seijuro stared at him lightly,

"I know him very well, so I only know from hearing some one-sided information..."

"What a pity and anguish that he died."

This is the most unacceptable to him.