A mob of clones

Chapter 384 Gojo Satoru leaves Tokyo and plans to start ahead of schedule

"Huh~, I feel comfortable..."

It slowly retracted and exploded on the surface of his body, vaguely even forming a terrifying curse of Rakshasa hell on top of his head. Then he slowly opened his clasped palms, revealing a broken eyeball.

Jushu Wuhe is not the Jackie Chan next door who keeps saying he wants to return things but never returns them. Naturally, he won't just run away after breaking other people's things.

He stretched out his hand and activated the reversal technique, and the broken eyeball returned to its original shape.

However, the connection between it and the volume has disappeared under the consumption of the previous blow. It is basically impossible for Curse Wuhe to use this thing to attack Kensuo again.

However, Wuhe, a magician, has never expected to use this thing as a medium to draw strings.

After all, what does Xia Youjie's eyes have to do with him? If you let that piece of brain run away like this, maybe something will happen later.

It would be safer to kill Kensuo in person...

Although he was very relieved by the shot of the curse Wuhe just now, he had to admit that the power he wanted to transmit through the air to kill the scroll lock was a bit insufficient.

Looking at the blood in his hand, feeling the unique blood power in it, he couldn't help but sigh silently.

It's not an excessive request. If you complete it, you might be able to avoid a battle.

Gojo Satoru had reason to suspect that the old guys wanted to get rid of it again and then get rid of his student Yuuto Kizune.

Unable to kill the guy Kensuo for the time being, Curse Wuhe simply stopped thinking about things related to him. He reached out and threw back the eyeball in his hand, then turned around and re-examined what happened before him. Something, Yutai Otoko, who looked cute, stretched out his hand and touched it slightly between his eyebrows.

After spending some effort, he finally calmed down all the commotion caused in the morning, and at the same time extinguished the three incense sticks that were much taller than this building in the city. Gojo Satoru finally ushered in his rest time, lying down. He stretched hard on the table in his office.

Of course, doubts remain doubts, and normal things should still be done.

But Curse Wuhe had no intention of taking action against him.

Seeing the visitor, Gojo Satoru was also a little surprised.

The view comes to the other side...

He did not ask Juju Itsuka how an old monster from four hundred years ago could know Gojo Satoru. Their relationship was not good enough to ask questions casually.

If not, the man who coveted his body four hundred years ago would have been beaten to ashes by the curse Wuhe...

How does it feel to have descendants all over the world without knowing it? Wuhe now knows the curse...

and so……

Seeing Nanami nodding, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Hey~, Nanami, why are you here? I remember you shouldn't be on vacation now?"

He had always been wary of the Five Rivers of the Curse, but he was just shocked by the spell power erupted by the Five Rivers of the Curse, and he couldn't react for a while.

The person he said he had met with the real person before was the same person as Hiroyuki Kizumi.

When the phone call missed the notification, a somewhat frivolous voice came out from the phone.

But at this moment, Yigu Youtai came to his senses and quickly retreated.

"Do you have a phone number to contact Gojo Satoru?"

As for other feelings...

But he didn't bother about this aspect. What does it have to do with him whether he has blood or not? Anyway, it was something created by Kensuo.

"Moses, Moses~, Yigu, why did you remember to call me?"

A thin blood line was picked out from the center of the opponent's eyebrows by the spell Wuhe.

……

"Oh, my poor vacation~"

"There's something to do again."

But this does not mean that the top brass in the magic world can sit in the back with the old god there, yelling at him and throwing all kinds of chores at his head.

The person who appeared outside Gojo Satoru's office was named Nanami Kento, and he was a first-level magician while Gojo Satoru was in the Conjuring College.

Nanami hates working overtime the most. It is absolutely impossible to work overtime if there is nothing necessary.

And since the other party appears here for the first time on vacation, it is obviously...

Although Yigu Youtai had indeed identified the ancestor Wuhe of the Curse, he was not the kind of person like Zhang Xiang who valued the relationship between blood brothers more than anything else.

If Jushu Wuhe was going to attack him, this guy wouldn't have any hesitation when he fought back...

As the most powerful magician in modern times, Gojo Satoru adheres to the principle that with greater ability comes greater responsibility. He does not mind dealing with crises that other magicians cannot solve.

Neon, Tokyo, Magic High School...

The bloodline that is not devoted to emotions will only exist if it exists. At most, you can sigh, you are so awesome, but you can develop such a strong genius just by inheriting the bloodline.

……

As a smartphone was pulled out, Yigu switched to the address book and clicked on Gojo Satoru's phone. The classic "beep~" sound suddenly sounded in this silent environment.

And at this moment, the office door was pushed open five ways. He leaned on the table and turned his head. Then he saw a tough guy with short blond hair and glasses walking in from the door.

forget it……

Hearing Jushu Itsuka's sudden change of topic, Otoko Youta couldn't help but be startled. After confirming that Jushu Itsuka was indeed not going to attack him, he put away the knife he had just drawn out. Then he took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

It’s never too late to ask for details before making a decision.

However, the information he received from Nanami Kento later made Gojo frown again.

The location where the anomaly occurred this time was in the suburbs of Curse Tokyo, and Kusakabe Atsushi, the nearest first-level sorcerer, went to investigate.

Kusakabe Atsushi Gojo Satoru is still very relieved, after all, he is the strongest first-level magician certified by him.

But when he heard what was going on at the scene, he couldn't help but frown.

"Three sticks of incense again?"

"According to the information described by Kusakabe, it is indeed true, and he also found an area burned by flames there, where he found the mechanical remains of the mechanical pill..."

Hearing the name Mechamaru, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but think of the information his students reported to him two days ago.

In the previous game, the undercover agent of the Curse Spirit team in the academy was most likely the missing mechanical pill.

Then Gojo Satoru thought about the real person who could change the shape of the body and soul, and the real person who could not move with mechanical pills, and could not even bask in the sun, and nodded clearly.

"Which way is more convenient~, okay, I'll take over this matter."

"Then Nanami will ask you to help keep an eye on the knotweeds and the others. What a help to the old fox."

Nanami Kento didn't say anything to this, he just nodded silently.

The moment Nanami nodded, a gust of wind blew violently around him, and while he was looking forward, Gojo Satoru's figure had disappeared without a trace.

……

Tokyo is big or small, with an overall area of ​​2,188 square kilometers and a metropolitan area of ​​13,400 square kilometers.

From the center to the suburbs, it is only a few dozen kilometers.

And next to a ruined mountain, I looked at the huge white smoke column protruding from the mountain beside me, filling the sky like a garbage incineration plant, soaring straight into the sky, surrounding the entire ruined mountain. Amid the wonderful fragrance of the mist, a middle-aged man with short black hair, a brown windbreaker, a bit of stubble on his chin, and a samurai sword hanging on his waist looked at his watch, and his face showed some signs of anger. Very anxious.

But the next moment, a huge explosion suddenly sounded from not far away from him.

However, looking at the diffuse smoke and dust, he quickly walked forward without backwash and said:

"You're finally here. I really don't feel safe at all when I'm alone in a hellish place like this..."

In response, Gojo Satoru, who had just landed, waved his hand towards him and reached out to pat his shoulder to express comfort.

And his eyes never left the three sticks of incense stuck on the huge mountain in front of him.

The six eyes of the Gojo family have magical functions such as seeing through the flow of mantra, sensing and searching the location of mantra, and improving the efficiency of using mantra. Gojo Satoru, who has six eyes, can easily notice things that others cannot notice, such as the residual magic power flowing around...

It’s still the three incense plants, the barnacle heads, the weeds, the Kamo family’s red blood technique and the magic power of the seafood.

But there seems to be an extra power of magic in the air...

But the only difference between this time and the one in the morning is that there is no smell of plasticine...

Thinking about the information he had observed, Gojo Satoru pinched his chin.

"It seems like what I thought, the plasticine was controlled by the magic of magic, and then fought with several others."

"And the one now should be the one who has the spell manipulation skill who took action directly."

"And these three incense sticks..."

Gojomono looked up again, but felt that the gravity flow above seemed a little weird, not like what a normal spell should be...

"It's a Yin-type power, but it doesn't look like a spell~. Are there any powerful people from the mainland entering the country?"

Gojo Satoru himself couldn't think of a reason for a while, so he could only temporarily turn his head and look at Kusakabe beside him, asking for the details of the matter with his eyes.

However, there are not many specific details here in Kusakabe. Most of them are in the report. The only thing that is not included is the sentence that shook the country - "Damn it, Kensuo will die for me..."

"Kensuo?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows again when he heard the name. He also had an impression of this name. It seemed to be a historical figure, but history was not Gojo Satoru's strong point at all. He thought for a long time, and finally turned his head to Kusakabe, with that look in his eyes. The meaning is very simple - "Who is this Kensuo?"

Kusakabe shook his head helplessly at this. He was from a martial arts party and didn't pay much attention to these histories.

After realizing that he could not get the answer for the time being, Gojomono pouted in boredom. Finally, he waved his hand to Kusaka and planned to do the same as this morning, use a few more hairs to kill all the incense and be done with it.

But just when he raised his hand, the harsh ringtone of the phone suddenly rang around him.

Gojo Satoru suddenly paused in his original state, stretched out his hand and took out his mobile phone. When he saw that the call was from Otoko, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on his face.

But he didn't hesitate much and just connected directly.

"Moses, Moses~, Yigu, why did you remember to call me?"

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, Gojo Satoru still kept a smile on his face and answered a few words from time to time, looking nonchalant.

And all of them were spoken by the voice on the other side of the phone. Gojo Satoru’s answers from beginning to end were all “um”, “ah”, “that’s it”, “which way is more advanced”…

But Kusakabe, who was closer, could clearly see that Gojo Satoru seemed to be interested...

After the phone was hung up with a final beep, Kusakabe turned his head and asked:
"What's the matter with Yigu's call?"

In response, Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and his words were still so careless, but the excitement overflowing in the smile on his face could be clearly felt by Kusakabe even without looking at it with his eyes.

"No, it's just Yigu who helped us find the culprit of these two incidents."

Hearing this, Kusakabe also frowned fiercely.

"Yi Gu is in danger, do you need help?"

As he spoke, Kusakabe shook the sword at his waist, as if he was ready to fight at any time. Although he looked like a decadent uncle on the surface, if it was really his turn to protect the students, he would never do it. Withdrawal.

In response, Gojo Satoru patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"No, it's okay. I said it was just a small matter."

Hearing this, Kusakabe relaxed a bit at first, but when he heard the second half of Gojo Satoru's words, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth suddenly.

"As long as I take a trip, this matter will be fine..."

Kusakabe: "..."

"You have to go on a trip, can it still be a small matter?"

Of course, even though he complained like this in his heart, Kusakabe did not express his thoughts out loud.

Since Gojo Satoru chose to do this, he must have a serious illness, oh no, thoughts...

No one in the modern magic world can change what Gojo Satoru decided.

Kusakabe also believes that the other party's strength can solve all problems...

And at the moment when the sun was nodding, a cluster of sunlight broke through the obstruction of the shelter and shone from the horizon.

Kusakabe raised his head slightly, and then saw that the three incense sticks that were still stuck on the mountain had completely disappeared at some point. At the same time as the three incense sticks, there was also the figure of Gojo Satoru. ""

"No matter how many times I watch it, it still feels incredible..."

"I'm a little doubtful. Are he and I the same creature after all..."

"But that guy Gojo Satoru is indeed reliable..."

But just as Kusakabe was sighing, he suddenly heard a notification sound from his cell phone.

He lowered his head in confusion, took out his smartphone from the pocket of his windbreaker, opened his chat software, and then saw the name of the person who sent him the message...

Gojo Satoru: "Ah~, Kusakabe, what the heck, I didn't apply for this trip, please apply for me..."

Gojo Satoru: "Also~, please take care of the knotweed and the others, don't let those old guys tamper with them. O(≧▽≦)O"

Gojo Satoru: "By the way, I also leave all my work to you these days."

Gojo Satoru: "That's it~, my phone should be broken in five minutes, no need to call me."

Kusakabe: "???"

“Why did that guy from Gojo’s phone break down after five minutes??”

……

The view comes to the other side...

"Is this what you're saying you're going to win?"

One hand supported the bloody rope and pulled him to run quickly. Thick pillars of fire erupted directly from the top of the clepsydra.

"You almost died just now, did you know that?"

"What will happen to our plan if you die? What are the sacrifices of Zhenmao and the others?!"

Clepsydra now really wants to burn the guy in front of him who likes to talk nonsense directly into ashes.

But for this plan, they have invested too much cost and made too many enemies, and they have no capital for failure.

Therefore, no matter how angry the Clepsydra is, it can only hold its nose and continue on this path.

However, Kensuo, who was being supported by him at this time, had completely different thoughts.

He seemed to feel something, and his originally drooping hand suddenly rested on Clepsydra's shoulder.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened and looked into the distance. Although he was seriously injured at this time, the joy and enthusiasm in the only remaining eye could only overflow his eyes.

"Gojo Satoru left Tokyo! He went to find Itsuka. This is an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us."

"I feel what I said just now. I feel that Wuhe is far away from Tokyo now, and with their personalities, a battle will inevitably happen. We have time and plenty of time to prepare."

But hearing Kensuo's almost crazy roar, the clepsydra who was supporting his body suddenly frowned.

"From now on, but the real person is dead, the original plan is missing one person..."

"Don't worry about the real person! I have a way to solve his mission. I only have one question. Do you still want to do it?"

Hearing this, Clepsydra gritted his teeth, his expression changed several times, and finally he gritted his teeth and said:

"Done!"

……

(End of this chapter)