Does the scumbag cry out to Ernie when she's crying?

"Do you think she really knows how to fight? After all, Gojo Satoru is also her biological brother..."

"Is my biological brother comparable to the position of head of the family? What's more, Wu Tiaosui is just a wild girl who hasn't gone to school. She came to us for cooperation, which already shows how stupid she is."

"Yeah, looking at the way she came to Kyoto last time, her emotions and sorrows were all written on her face. I don't know how many people have already hated her."

"This time the task of escorting the astral body to the high school is only him and the kid who has the magic spell. If we seize the opportunity, we should be able to successfully deal with Gojo Satoru."

"Others are also in charge of guarding the high school. After all, with Wujo Wu's strength, it should be smooth to deal with the curse masters on the way back. The high school is the place where the curse masters are most likely to jump over the wall."

"This is also the arrangement of the high-level? The guards of Gaozhuan are already so strict, how can the curse masters take this risk... Besides, the curse masters don't need to risk their lives for a star plasma."

"Yeah, I don't know what the higher-ups think..."

"I heard that Lord Tianyuan appointed Wujo Wu and that Xia Youjie to complete this task."

"It's just a high-level rhetoric. Tian Yuan has been hiding in the barrier of the high school for 1000 years. Even if he knows anything about the outside world, he can't be so detailed."

"You said that if Wutiao Wu really died, Wutiaosui wouldn't take the astral body..."

"Even if the astral body is really dead, it doesn't matter. Anyway, those non-magic masters will be unlucky at that time. Maybe we can make a lot of money by taking advantage of this time. Not everyone has magic spells. When the time comes There is no need to continue to swallow your anger at the Wujo house."

"The future should belong to us magicians, and we have the capital to survive in this world of the jungle."

Today is the day of astral assimilation, but for most conjurers, today is just an ordinary day.

Only a small number of people in the Wujo family know that today is an extremely important time for them.

Gojo Sui decided to kill the current Gojo Patriarch Gojo Satoru today.

If she fails, they have nothing to lose. Even if Wujo Wu finds them, they can use their existing strength to teach Wujo Wu what it means to swallow one's breath.

If she succeeds, they will usher in a huge fortune. After all, as long as they expose Wutiaosui, everyone in the Wutiao family will not choose to accept this kind of person who killed the previous head to become the new head. And they just need to sit back and reap the benefits of the fisherman.

So some Wutiao leaders who agreed to cooperate with Wutiaosui sat together. Most of them are the heads of the branch family, or people who have a certain right to speak in the main family. They are indispensable to the Wutiao family. That's why they are so fearless.

No matter who the Patriarch becomes, that person needs them, so they don't need to worry about who the Patriarch is.Of course, it would be even better if they themselves took the position of Patriarch.

With such anxious waiting, the sunny summer weather is also more sultry.

The people who gathered together to wait for the results just silently tasted the snacks and tea brought up by the servants, hoping that Wutiaosui could really do what he said.

Someone said, "Turn on the gramophone and play a tune."

The servant responded and walked to the shelf next to the wall. On it was an old-fashioned phonograph. Of course, it is not a new thing in this era, but this phonograph has been in Wujo’s house for more than 100 years. .

In that era a hundred years ago, there was already such a fresh thing from the West, which is enough to prove the financial resources and power of the Gojo family.

She picked up a record, a symphony, and she carefully placed it on the record player.

The solemn and sacred music sounded, and the originally scorching weather seemed to become a lot cooler because of this song.

Under the background of this piece of music, they seem to have seen a bright prospect and future.

The supreme authority will soon fall into their hands.

The time that made them feel extraordinarily long seemed to flow again.

At this moment, the maid hurried in and said in a low voice, "It's Mr. Sui's call."

"You go down."

The phone was not actually connected until the servant left.

The man couldn't wait to speak, and even jumped in front of Wutiaosui. He asked expectantly, "Has Mr. Sui solved it yet?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and there was a faint sound of footsteps, which made him unable to distinguish whether it was the surrounding or the voice on the phone.

"Master Sui?"

Wutiaosui finally said, "I'm already here."

This sentence sounded irrelevant to his question, which made him a little annoyed, but he still calmed down and said, "Master Hoi, for our common safety, we should all keep silent until Gojo Satoru is really solved."

"I'm here," she repeated.

"Master Sui! Before you faithfully fulfill your promise, don't add unnecessary risks to both of us—"

Before he hung up, Wutiaosui's voice came again, "You are just firewood."

This time it was not one voice but two voices, but amazingly, the two voices sounded exactly the same and said the same words.

—You are just firewood.

He raised his head, not only him, but everyone looked in the same direction, which was the direction from another voice, which proved that the voice he heard just now was not a hallucinatory voice caused by too hot, It is a real voice in reality.

In the direction where the voice came from, there was a person standing quietly watching them.

The original gorgeous and high-spirited symphony has entered a low chapter, which looks solemn and simple in this wide room, but it also brings a touch of weirdness to the sudden silence.

Especially it made the people standing there look a little more gloomy.

She was dressed very neatly, just like the first time they met, only changed into a more solemn black windbreaker. Compared with this, the only difference in herself is that she didn't have any expression this time, or they couldn't tell from her She read something on her expression, as if the anger, arrogance and pride she showed before were all fake.

Maybe it was all in disguise?

The person closest to her at the door froze, and stammered and asked, "Shouldn't you be in Tokyo at this time, or somewhere else..."

He has unconsciously used honorifics, which is completely different from the contemptuous look when he talked about her just now.

She didn't answer, but just watched them quietly with sea blue eyes, like the sun looking down on the tiny life on earth, that beautiful face looked very strange at this moment, and even had a tinge of frightening evil.

Only then did they discover what made her really different. She had an extra long knife around her waist.

This length is not the length of common samurai swords, even longer than that, which requires the user to have stronger arms in order to achieve the most basic drawing and sheathing.

But since she has already carried it on her body, it means that she has enough ability to master this weapon.

The cold sweat was like a snail, crawling distortedly across everyone's skin and winding down.

The trombone blew softly, like a mother gently soothing frightened children.

At this time, her right hand was pressed on the handle of the knife, and her graceful and light posture seemed to be pinching a feather.

The high-pitched music sounded again, followed by surging male and female singing, as if welcoming the arrival of the gods.

In the next second, the world in front of him was completely tilted, and finally turned into darkness.

There was only a flash of silver light, and before everyone had time to react, a silver meteor shot across everyone's bodies from bottom to top without any hesitation.

The light that looked extraordinarily cold at first became a little warmer when it passed through the body of the last person.

The people sitting on the other side didn't feel the warm touch falling on their faces until a few seconds later. It was flesh and blood, the remnants of the internal organs that could no longer see their original appearance, and they were falling together with the cold sweat on their faces.

At this time, their courage and ability to scream had disappeared, and the person standing in the center of the room looked at them. Those eyes were colder and crueler than silver meteors, but But those eyes are very beautiful, forming a sharp contrast with the scene of blood and flesh in front of him.

"Oh……"

The long knife was swung, and a bloodstain flew out along the floor that was no longer tidy, and then it was restored to cleanliness, as if it had never taken anything away.

The sunlight outside the house accidentally hit the knife surface, flashing a spot of light, and then the spot of light stretched and elongated, turning into a straight line, like the trace left by an airplane flying in the air.

The surging chorus continued, covering up the screams and the sound of blood dripping.

Wutiaosui shook off the remnants of the knife casually, then put the knife in its sheath, and walked to another room.

Her windbreaker was already covered with blood, but this was not important, the important thing was that her first goal was about to be achieved.

Wutiaosui doesn't intend to clear up those who don't have or have the ability to hold authority, because their existence is harmless, and those who have created danger or have potential threats, Wutiaosui will completely eliminate them.

Although this world does not know whether it will continue to exist, but for the possibility of existence and for Gojo Satoru, Gojosui must also eliminate them.

If even though she has all the power of this world, she still can't meet the conditions of confrontation, then this world will be completely destroyed soon, and their death is only a few hours or even minutes earlier than others, There was no need for her to feel a little uneasy about them.

Although her uneasiness had faded away as she drew closer to the plan.

On the contrary, the spell power they released at that moment has been completely absorbed by her. Although this power is insignificant compared to the spell power of the entire world, it can be regarded as a contribution.

It is only a small amount of value squeezed out by human scum, and being able to become "firewood" is the last good thing they do to this world, of course, it may also be the first.

After achieving his first goal, Gotjosui threw the blood-soaked windbreaker on the ground, turned on his phone, glanced at the timed rewards on the dark web of Curser Trading, and then announced his kidnapping reward for Riko Amane.

In this case, the scene will definitely be more chaotic, and it can achieve the purpose of delaying Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie's footsteps.

They will not disappoint her.