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Special grade cursed spirit, real person.

It has a technique that can change the form of the soul by directly touching it. For real people, the soul appears before the body. In fact, no matter what kind of damage is caused to the real person, as long as its soul is not damaged, then these injuries are not surprising.

In the eyes of the real person, no curse master is its opponent, because the curse master does not know how to protect his soul at all. As long as it is touched by itself, it can activate the technique, distort the opponent's soul and kill it.

In front of the real person, even a strong person like Gojo Satoru has to be cautious to avoid being touched by it. And now, it has grabbed Duanmu Huai's wrist. In the eyes of the real person, this is already his victory!

But now is not the time to boast about his victory!

The opponent is a ruthless person who killed Ryomen Sukuna, and he must take action immediately!

"Wuwei transformation!"

With the shouting of the real person, it felt that its power had penetrated into Duanmu Huai's body, and then touched the opponent's soul.

Won!

At this moment, the eyes of the real person shone with excitement. The powerful sorcerer who could even kill Ryomen Sukuna would soon become his collection!

This shows that I am the strongest!

However, the real person's excitement lasted for less than a second.

"Huh?"

The real person had no idea what was happening. He stared at his body with wide eyes. At this moment, the real person's body was no longer the young man who looked to be in his twenties. On the contrary, his body swelled up like a wriggling maggot, like a sausage filled with stuff. His hands and feet forked like tree roots, and his fingers turned into slender roots.

At this moment, the real person was more like a ginseng than a human being.

"Why?"

The real person couldn't understand. He knew what was happening. At the moment when the real person's power touched Duanmu Huai's soul, he felt an extremely strange power coming. The technique used by the real person to protect his soul had no effect at all in front of this strange power.

At this moment, its soul had been completely eroded and twisted by this strange power, and was changing in an irreversible direction.

"Why... why... what are you... exactly..."

The real person stared with wide eyes, stared and retracted his hand, looking at his Duanmu Huai leisurely. At that moment, he saw, saw the real soul of this girl, which was indescribable, full of distortion, darkness, and destruction.

Countless eyes emerged from it and stared at it. When the real person felt the other's eyes, fear flowed through every blood vessel in his body. The echo of a thousand mouths reverberated in the depths of the real person's soul like the drums of death heavy metal, almost defeating his reason.

The soul has begun to mold and deform, and the power has penetrated into every corner of the real person's soul like venom, devouring his soul like highly corrosive sulfuric acid. The real person wanted to scream, but his mouth could no longer make any sound. When he opened his mouth, his vocal cords and tongue had turned into dozens of soft, slender, octopus tentacles that burst out of his mouth. They bloomed and stretched in the real person's mouth like anemones in the sea.

The swollen body gradually began to turn into a pool of mud, like a balloon that was originally full of air and had a hole punctured. The real person's twisted and deformed body began to gradually slide to the ground. Its body even had no bones to support it, and it looked like a pile of soft-bodied animals.

"———————"

Countless eyes appeared from the wrinkles that looked like the gaps in the belly fat of a 300-kilogram fat man, looking at Duanmu Huai with horror, as if looking at something indescribable and terrifying. It was an existence that was more hateful than death and more terrifying than nightmares.

During the whole process, Duanmu Huai did nothing. He just took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped his hands, and threw it aside. It was just such a simple action. When Duanmu Huai threw away the tissue in his hand, the thing that was originally a real person had turned into a pool of indescribable, squirming flesh and blood, like a large pancake made of meat paste spread on the ground.

Each wrinkle is a mouth. When the mouth opens, it can only scream like a mentally retarded fool. Among the sharp teeth, you can see eyeballs full of fear, like a mouse hiding in its own hole, staring at the cat outside in fear.

Because this scene is too horrible, even the monk who was originally smiling now has a stiff face, staring at the real person who has completely turned into a foreign object in disbelief, and can't speak.

Until the real person's body began to swell again, and then turned into a pool of mud with a "puff", the monk trembled, came back to his senses, and looked at Duanmu Huai in horror.

At this time, the monk's face no longer had the expression of ease before.

"Next is your turn."

Duanmu Huai grabbed the hilt of the sword and stared at the monk in front of him, who was pale and kept backing away.

"You, who are you?!"

The monk couldn't understand why the real person became like this. He did understand why this happened. The real person had distorted the human soul and shaped the human appearance into a monster. Then, conversely, as long as the real person's soul was distorted, it would naturally mutate.

However, he couldn't understand it.

Why? Why would a real person who was supposed to twist other people's souls have his own soul twisted?

Could it be said that this conjurer has the same ability to twist other people's souls as a real person?

"You don't have to worry about that, you just need to die."

Duanmuhuai held the weapon and walked slowly towards the monk.

"Did you know? There is a story about Christmas. Santa Claus will go to the homes of children in the middle of the night. If they are good and obedient children, then Santa Claus will give them gifts. But if they are disobedient and bad children, Then Santa Claus will kill them......"

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised his sharp blade.

"Santa's clothes are dyed red with the blood of disobedient bad boys, right?"

"You, what do you want!?"

At this moment, the monk's face was pale. He stumbled back, but he couldn't even walk steadily, and he sat down on the ground. He could only sit there in despair, watching Duanmu Huai walking towards him. Although he also possesses powerful power, at this moment, facing Duanmu Huai, the monk has no intention of resisting.

He looked at Duanmu Huai as if he was looking at an incomprehensible, indescribable monster. This was not a human being at all, but some kind of monster wearing human skin!

It's like watching a desperate serial killer walk toward his victims with a chainsaw in a horror movie.

"You have such power, you can do anything! Why! Why do you still obey the orders of those old men!"

"I have only one purpose."

Duanmu Huai raised his sword.

"That's to destroy all the cursed spirits and protect human beings. It's that simple."

With that said, Duanmuhuai waved the weapon in his hand towards the monk.

"——I know the method!"

Accompanied by the monk's heart-rending shouts, the sword in Duanmu Huai's hand stopped above his head. The latter stared at the cold light in front of him tremblingly, sweating profusely.

"explain."

"...Okay, okay."

The monk nodded tremblingly, swallowed, and then looked at Duanmu Huai.

"Did you know? In fact, outside of Japan, spellcasters and spell spirits are extremely rare, almost non-existent."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai became interested.

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"This is the first time I've heard of this. What's the reason? It can't be because your population is of high quality."

Quantity piles up quality, this is an unchanging truth since ancient times. Duanmuhuai originally thought that since there were so many conjurers in Japan, there would definitely be more in other countries. After all, there were many countries in the world with a larger population than Japan. Since there are magicians in Japan, other countries must also have them.

"Do you know Tianyuan?"

"Who? Never heard of it."

"I guess so."

The monk smiled bitterly.

"She was a conjurer from a thousand years ago, and she was a contemporary of Liangmian Sunuo."

"Oh? So, this old woman has lived for a thousand years?"

"It's more than that."

When the monk said this, he gritted his teeth.

"You also know that spell masters have their own unique spells, and Tianyuan's spell is immortality. However, this spell is not completely immortal. Tianyuan will also age, and once she ages to the point of death, she The spell will be activated, evolving it to the next level—that is, an existence similar to a curse spirit."

As he spoke, the monk became more and more excited.

"The curse spirit relies on instinct to survive. Tianyuan does not want herself to evolve, so every five hundred years, she will look for a suitable person to assimilate with, so that her lifespan can be reset, no longer aging and keeping her sanity. Not only In this way, Tianyuan has also set up barriers throughout Japan to monitor the situation in various parts of Japan, and it is precisely because of Tianyuan's power that Japanese magicians have such powerful spells and barriers..."

"Okay, I understand what you mean."

Duanmu Huai interrupted the monk's story. After all, as a judge, he had experienced too many similar things.

In fact, since he had been to subspace before, Duanmu Huai had a doubt in his heart, that is... Why is subspace so close to the real world?

As we all know - well, all players know that although subspace is disgusting, there is a thick barrier between it and the real world. Even those as powerful as the Chaos Evil God cannot take the initiative to break this barrier and invade the real world. They can only influence and control humans through those weak points, causing a large number of massacres and various supernatural events, thus weakening the barrier of the real world. Let the subspace merge with the real world.

At the beginning, Duanmuhuai just thought that the subspace of this world had gradually merged with the real world. But when he heard the monk say that only Japan has the most magicians and magic spirits in the world, Duanmuhuai immediately realized that something was wrong.

This shows that someone is weakening the barrier between reality and subspace here in Japan!

Then, the monk confirmed Duanmu Huai's guess.

Tianyuan.

A psyker who has lived for thousands of years and covered the entire Japan with his own barrier. As mentioned before, a large number of supernatural events and abnormal deaths will weaken the barrier between the real world and subspace. Although I don't know why this Tianyuan did this, the result is that the barrier here is weakened, and more and more humans who are affected by the subspace and have psychic powers are born. And their power in turn catalyzed the increase of subspace creatures-that is, curse spirits.

The curse spirit takes the form of human fear, kills humans, and creates more unnatural deaths, thus making the barrier of the real world weaker...

Well, that is to say, all this happened because the old immortal refused to die obediently.

On the other hand, as long as Tian Yuan dies... half of the problem will be solved.

"Where is that old immortal?"

"In Conjuration College."

The monk answered honestly.

"However, it is not easy to find Tianyuan. She is best at enchantment. In the college, among more than a thousand doors that are constantly changing their positions, only one door leads to the Xingxing Palace where Tianyuan is. Since you are As long as a special magician asks to see Tian Yuan, he will get permission."

"Very good, thank you for the information."

As the words fell, the sword flashed.

Before the monk could even react, his head and body were split in half by Duanmu Huai. In the end, the monk had a dull smile on his face, as if he had no idea what had happened.

"It was a nice Christmas gift and I accepted it."

Duanmuhuai picked up the box that fell from the monk's hand and was said to have sealed Gojo Satoru, and smiled at the monk's body.

"But unfortunately, you're still a bad boy who needs a lesson from Santa Claus."