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Chapter 73: Swallowing Fingers

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*bang*

Tiantian fell from the void and landed directly on the bed in the residence of the tech school.

"Ah!"

The next second, Shoko, who was wearing a camisole pajama on the Mediterranean blue high-end custom-made bed, suddenly woke up and let out a short scream.

"!"

Tiantian was stunned when Shoko called out.

She stared at Shoko who was awakened and looked at each other.

"Didn't you go on a mission? Why are you back?"

Shoko was stunned for a moment and immediately asked Tiantian why he was here.

Then, the woman seemed to react and immediately began to explain.

"I found a nest of mice under the bed in the infirmary these two days, so I didn't go back to live there for the time being. It just so happens that you have a bed here, and the room has a warm winter and cool summer atmosphere. I will come here to sleep for two days... you don't mind, right? When you come back, I will move to the hotel to live for two days."

Speaking of this, Shoko silently took a pack of cigarettes from the cabinet next to her and stuffed it into Tiantian, who had a numb face.

"Here's Marlboro."

"But I declare in advance that I definitely didn't smoke in your room."

Tiantian: "..."

Tiantian: "...hey, why are you so polite."

That's what he said, but Tiantian put the Marlboro in her hand into her trouser pocket without hesitation.

"Doctor, you continue to sleep, I still have something to do."

"Wait..."

Shoko was about to keep Tiantian when he found that Tiantian appeared out of thin air just like when she first appeared; the next second she disappeared into the air.

The mattress that collapsed under the pressure of Tiantian's body instantly returned to flatness due to the disappearance of the weight.

Shoko: "..."

What skill was this?

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The palms of Mahito and Dostoevsky were about to interlock.

At the critical moment, Dostoevsky's eyes flashed with a cold and fierce light.

He directly stretched out his idle left hand and quickly reached for the wrist of Mahito at a speed that was faster than thunder.

"..."

The pupils of the man with gray hair and sutures slightly dilated, and there seemed to be a moment of dull expression on his pale face.

He looked at Dostoevsky blankly, as if he didn't understand what he was going to do.

In Mahito's cognition, Dostoevsky was introduced by Geto. Since they were working together, they were companions.

Although humans and cursed spirits were different after all.

But Geto was also a human.

So.

The innocent cursed spirit who had just entered the world was re-educated by the vicious and cruel humans because he underestimated the evil of human hearts.

Dostoevsky taught him what it meant to die with a friend rather than die with a poor person.

*snap*

Dostoevsky acted without hesitation.

In a short period of time, his brain could only make one quick reaction.

1: Remove his own hand.

2: Open Mahito's hand.

It would be ridiculous to give Dostoevsky this kind of multiple-choice question.

Was there any need to choose?

"Ahhh!!!"

When Toge, Maki and Nakahara came down the sewer, Toge, who came down first, heard a man's painful scream.

*snap*

Mahito's body shook, and he covered his right face with both hands; and with the pain that penetrated his soul, the back of his head suddenly exploded; it was as if a cannon was pointed at his eyes and directly hit the back of his head.

With the sound of a watermelon exploding, some tiny bits of meat and debris that did not belong to the human brain structure flew out of the back of Mahito's head.

"..."

Dostoevsky took a step back and looked at his hands expressionlessly.

The disgusting touch seemed to still remain on his palm lines, so that he couldn't help but wipe his cloak with his hands.

He had no guilt or hesitation for hurting his teammates.

Looking at the painful Mahito in front of him, Dostoevsky had only one thought in his mind.

Cursed spirit?

A terrible thing.

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"Who are you?"

Maki walked in the front with a sword in hand.

She looked at Mahito who was covering his face, and then looked at Dostoevsky who looked calm, and spoke hesitantly.

Dostoevsky wiped his hands, looked up at Maki, and then looked at Toge and Nakahara, his eyes darkened.

The next moment.

The man raised his finger and pointed at Mahito in front of him, "Look, this is a cursed spirit."

Maki: "!!"

The girl's eyes widened. She first took off her glasses, then put them back on her eye sockets to confirm Dostoevsky's words.

This... was a... humanoid cursed spirit?

And Nakahara was also a little surprised.

Because in his sight, he only saw Dostoevsky, and this Russian man was pointing his finger at the void in front of him.

He couldn't see anything.

Dostoevsky continued to speak.

"Ryomen Sukuna's finger is on it."

"It is the culprit of the poisoning case on Suribachi City."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dostoevsky ran straight into the depths of the sewer as if he had greased his feet.

"Wait a minute, b*stard!"

Nakahara was furious and raised his foot to chase him.

"Don't go over there!"

Maki raised her hand quickly to stop Nakahara.

There was a half-dead humanoid cursed spirit in front of her, and she couldn't just let him go.

*bam*

Dostoevsky was in trouble here.

He had just turned around and taken two steps when he saw Tiantian standing behind him with a dark face.

Dostoevsky: "?"

Tiantian kicked Dostoevsky in the lower abdomen mercilessly.

"Old Russian, what a refined taste. Instead of going home to build the motherland, you run to the sewer to find shit to eat?"

Dostoevsky was kicked down, but he was very tough; Tiantian's foot was very heavy, but Dostoevsky didn't make a sound, and stood firm; by the way, he looked at Tiantian with an extremely cold and scrutinizing look.

Dostoevsky said coldly, "I won't eat you."

"Heh."

The woman smiled coldly, "You elementary school kid, you might as well rebound."

After that.

Tiantian adjusted her position and came in front of Dostoevsky. In order to avoid the man reaching out to attack her, she dragged Dostoevsky's feet forward.

"!!"

Dostoevsky's pupils shrank, his expression was furious, he struggled to get up his thin body, and raised his hand to reach Tiantian's arm.

Tiantian saw this and said nothing.

She directly took out the revolver that Mori had given her from her pocket and pointed it at Dostoevsky's forehead.

"Are you faster or am I faster?"

Dostoyevsky: "..."

The man was expressionless and silent.

Then he silently withdrew his hand.

Tiantian was very satisfied with this and gave a kind reminder.

"If I see you do something again, I will use bullets to open six wisdom roots on your head. Understand?"

Dostoevsky: "..."

On the other side, Mahito was not a human after all. It was just a fatal wound. He covered his face and howled for a while, and then slowly returned to normal.

"Damn Fyodor! As expected, humans are all garbage! I will kill you all! Die! Disgusting things!"

Obviously, he heard what Dostoevsky said just now.

Mahito's mentality was a little broken.

There were still horrifying wounds on the face of the cursed spirit. Each flesh-colored crack began to slowly open and close. Finally, densely packed and trembling little eyes appeared on the right face of Mahito. Pus was all over the eyes, which looked very appetizing.

"Aaahahaha!!"

Mahito laughed like a husky giving a needle, his tongue hanging at the corner of his mouth; he waved his hand towards Maki, Nakahara, Toge and others in front of him.

His twisted arm turned into dozens of sharp iron thorns, and with a swishing sound of breaking through the air, he whipped the three people directly.

"!!!"

Maki's mind was blank for a moment.

At that moment, she just wanted to curse.

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