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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 91: Frightened Bird
Just wait, I'll go over and beat you to death.

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When people become cruel, they may gradually forget that they were human beings.

She thought about the color of blood, the color of fire, and the sky was all red during the devil's hour. The raging flames seemed to melt the clouds in the sky, and the blood dripped on the steps, and then flowed down the steps, so red that it was dazzling.

Fire was a gift from nature. It could be used for heating and lighting, and it could also be used to kill people.

The blood on the steps was still flowing down, and the torii gate, which was licked black by the flames, collapsed. The dried blood stuck to the bright red hair, condensing into patches of dark red.

Whose hair was it?

Whose blood was it?

Grandma Kuriko’s? The patriarch’s? Or... her own?

She couldn't tell the difference, couldn't tell the difference.

The blood sliding along the arc of the knife, the sky that was about to melt with the high temperature, the hair stained with blood clots, and her vision was filled with red.

When people become fierce, they really turn into beasts.

She watched the sharp blade sink into her muscles. The blade pierced the skin and cut through the texture. Blood was released from the blood tank. The blade was pulled out, and the hot blood line drew a thin arc of blood in the air. She looked at the sword that was still stained with blood was stained with another person's blood in the same way, back and forth, back and forth. It was no longer clear whose blood the knife belonged to and how many people's blood it had been stained with.

It was not clear whether the person who killed people with a sword was a human or a beast.

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Sukuna often looked at the outside world through Yuji's eyes. Over the past one thousand years, the world had become more and more boring. The world of curses was still the same, with sanctimonious faces. On the surface, the flag of righteousness was erected, but in private his face was as ugly as an insect.

He longed for blood and fighting, but this damn "vessel" imprisoned him in his body. His suffocation and violent murderous intentions were increasing day by day, just like a hungry beast locked in a cage.

Thanks to that useless cursed spirit, he was released by Yuji and was completely free. Now it seemed to him that everything was at his fingertips and his mood was much better. He could slowly play with Megumi, admire and kill Megumi. Afterward, the kid looked grief-stricken.

Unexpectedly, Megumi's technique surprised him. It was not a shikigami summoning technique, but a technique that used shadow as a medium, which was quite novel.

The interest was pushed to its peak, but was interrupted.

Tch, I’m really unhappy.

Especially when he knew that despite losing his heart, the kid still wanted to seize control of his body.

His soul was actually inferior to the little girl's few words.

Forget it, just play with her.

This guy made a big deal out of himself.

Sukuna looked at the woman in front of him and grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a wild beast with its sharp teeth spread out. The red hair was in line with his aesthetics.

Red, like blood that burst from a blood vessel when it burst.

White-purple lightning tore through the sky, thunderous clouds and mist rolled and roared, and raindrops fell all over the sky.

Puddles of water accumulated on the originally dry ground, and the water reflected a pitch-black sky. The moment the raindrops fell, it rippled silently in circles.

*boom—*

The flat cement floor suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like cracks, and then suddenly collapsed, dust flew up, and the water pipes buried underground were broken by broken stones, and sprayed of water fell.

Followed by elbow strikes, blocks, and knee lifts, smooth movements, quick speed, and amazing strength. There were no unnecessary bells and whistles. Based on oneself, the moves were reduced to the most concise and effective attack.

This woman's curse control level was quite good. Just a normal jutsu blow could create the same effect as a ground sinking.

Sukuna did not directly use the technique, but chose the most primitive fighting method, body collision, and punches to the flesh. Facts have proved that the red-haired woman in front of him did not disappoint him. Among the humans he knew, her physique was comparable to that of only a handful.

The blood that had been silent for more than a thousand years seemed to be boiling, and the feeling of punching to the flesh made every cell in the body feel physically and mentally happy.

In the past, most of the focus and attention was placed on the cursed technique. When a powerful cursed technique was developed, the physical skills seemed to be vulnerable. When the cursed energy was exhausted, it was as hard as killing a chicken. There was no difference in strength, no, it should be said to be the strength to crush a bug.

This woman was a little different. While she possessed extremely powerful suppressive techniques, she also had a strong body.

He grabbed her wrist and threw her like a bowling ball. The moment he threw her, he realized that the weight of this woman was very different from the strength of her fist, and she was light and airy.

He leaned forward, bent his knees, and jumped up, like a cannonball, into the air. He cupped his fists and raised them above his head.

The person who was thrown into the air twisted his waist, and while she was in the air to remove the inertia caused by the impact, she also grabbed his hair and gave him a solid headbutt. The two people's foreheads collided on the spot. The bang was particularly loud.

When their heads hit each other, Sukuna saw her eyes. They were cold and without warmth, like golden cold fire dancing in her eyes, but it did not affect the ferocity of hitting him with her head at all.

His head was buzzing, and the pain and dizziness caused by several consecutive vicious headbutts swept through his brain.

The two of them fell onto the rooftop of the detention center, smashing through the floor. The dust they raised flew into their eyes. After their vision was blocked, she was able to grab his jaw and smash his face to the floor.

Great, the floor had collapsed again.

Broken floor tiles were falling, and the howling wind was filled with dust and rain.

The two of them fell into the water at the same time, rain mixed with blood flowed down, and the sharp nails scraped her face, and then the hand suddenly clenched into a fist, and she was about to hit him with her backhand, but her palm touched his wrist. After clasping the wrist joint with her five fingers, she quickly removed the wrist bone.

The kid was quite strong, she was able to block him and even removed the bones from his wrist.

Squatting down, her legs scraped the ground and swept towards his lower body, sweeping up water all over the floor.

After taking off and dodging, the body instinctively lowered its waist and jumped back with one hand on the ground. Water splashed in the rain curtain, and the two people faced off again in the rain.

What was this kid doing?

Sukuna clicked his tongue. This body had an instinct that went deep into the bone marrow. When the little girl raised her fist, he would reflexively want to hold her head and squat. Fortunately, he was the one who controlled this body now, so that such an ugly situation would not occur.

But it's really quite unpleasant.

Actually afraid of a woman.

This kid was really useless.

The two people standing in the rain stared at each other. They were as fierce as two wild beasts meeting each other on a narrow road in the jungle. At first, they greeted each other with dangerous growls, stared at each other eagerly, and growled in protest. Neither of them was willing to bow their heads or expose their faces. Violent, crazy and reckless at heart, after the roar, there was a fight to the death.

The cold rain flowed down from his forehead, but it made him even more excited.

Megumi Fushiguro, plus this woman, seemed to have good luck today. This kid didn't seem to have any intention of interfering for the time being. In the end, he was still timid.

Sukuna looked at the woman who was confronting him and raised her hand to wipe away the blood under the corner of her eye with her thumb. The place where she had been scratched by her nails had actually healed.

Reverse Cursed Technique?

No, this woman couldn't use Reverse Cursed Tecnhique.

A physique that surpassed ordinary people, no, exceeded that of a sorcerer, and had the same powerful self-healing ability.

It was raining, and the cold rain flowed over the wall, picking up countless flowers on the ground.

This was really an incredible monster.

There was a saying, although they were siblings, they have to compare each other to death, and they have to throw away goods. His head that was hit by the headbutt before was still aching, but this woman looked completely unaffected.

While Sukuna was dissing Yuji in his mind, the cracked corners of his mouth became more exaggerated and his smile became more and more crazy.

The cold rain slid down his forehead and onto his cheeks. Sukuna stretched out his hand and brushed his skin with his fingertips, and a faint smell of blood entered his nose.

Focusing on the palm of his hand, he suddenly discovered that a trace of blood diluted by the rain remained on his finger.

The King of Curses paused, then stretched out his tongue and licked the blood. The taste of rust exploded on the tip of his tongue, so sweet.

How long had it been since there was no bleeding? How long had it been since he tasted blood?

"Very good, very good." Today's luck was really good.

With a roll of his tongue, Sukuna licked away the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth.

"This face is really deceptive."

The King of Curses looked at the thin woman standing in the rain with great interest. If he didn't look at the fierce eyes, slender arms, and pale skin, standing in the rain as lonely as duckweed, she looked like a weak woman that could be killed easily.

When the kid was looking at the world, he looked at the world through his eyes.

After more than a thousand years have passed, the world had been overrun by humans, and the moths were clamoring. They self-righteously believe that they could control everything, but the most powerful sorcerer was content to be inferior to others.

It's so sad.

Instead of ranking based on strength, they stand on the moral high ground, put shackles on the strong, and use rules and regulations to restrain and restrict them. What was ridiculous was that some people were still willing to wear these shackles.

Just like this woman, the soul hidden under the docile skin disguised herself with a gentle appearance. When the reverse scale was touched, she could no longer suppress the ferocity and madness deep in her bones.

Obviously just kill them all.

"A monster in a woman's skin." Sukuna laughed loudly, "Come on, let me see, Yayoi Amamiya, what else can you do?"

The blood hole in the chest slowly began to heal, the lost organs regenerated, the heart beat like a drum, and the blood vessels connected to the heart transported the rolling blood to every corner of the body.

"You can try and enchant me, Yayoi Amamiya!"

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*rustle—*

The raindrops fell on the broad-leaf vegetation, making a crackling sound.

Megumi pursed his lips tightly, her heart beating like a drum, the rainwater got into the wide collar of his uniform, and the cold feeling was like a snake sliding across his skin.

Two people not far away were already fighting. The movement was like two Godzillas fighting. The ground collapsed, the building and ceiling collapsed, and the water pipe that was smashed through was still spraying water.

Megumi stood up holding on to the wall. Sukuna, that bastard, jumped directly, gave him a solid blow and made him fell from high altitude. The injured muscles, bones and internal organs ached faintly, and the pain that intensified with his movements showed that his body was protesting.

But he couldn't stop.

Whether it was breaking bones or tearing internal organs, he definitely didn't want to do nothing at this time and just watch Yayoi and Sukuna fight.

He would choose the people he wanted to protect. He carried very few things and must not fall first. If they all have to die, he should be the first to die.

Itadori...

They knew her for a short time, only a month, but Megumi knew that given Yuji's nature, he would never forgive himself if Sukuna used his body to hurt his sister.

*swish* *swish*

The rain rubbed the grass blades, and the cool breeze stired the rain lines.

His head was buzzing, blood clots dried on his skin, and his vision and consciousness seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. He frantically pulled at his hazy consciousness to prevent it from sinking deeper into the mist.

The roar not far away came intermittently, and the delicate sound of rain rustled in my ears.

The young man gritted his teeth, but his consciousness was dragged deeper by an invisible hand.

'Please, don't sleep, don't sleep.'

There was a sweet taste in his throat, and his eyes were dizzy and painful.

He held on to the wall to prevent himself from falling.

'Mii—'

He saw the ebony branches hanging with snowflakes. The shallow sunlight reflected on the pure white snow. An orange cat that was very eye-catching, both in size and movement, was hanging on a branch, wagging its tail and meowing.

Megumi was a loyal dog lover. He had two Divine Dogs. When he saw stray cats and dogs on the streets, he would stop to touch and feed them. He preferred small animals to people.

He couldn't remember when he had seen such a fat orange cat.

There was a person who was facing the light, carrying the winter sunshine on his back, and his tall body cast a long shadow on the ground.

Megumi wanted to see his face clearly, but it was shrouded in shadow. He could only see the scars on the corners of his mouth.

'But you look like a little sea urchin.'

'You still look like a tomato.'

Who was it?

Megumi leaned against the cold wall and moved his lips, wanting to say something.

Who was that?

Who was that man?

Whose cat was that?

Was it winter now?

Winter was so warm.

Megumi remembered that he had a red scarf, an old scarf that seemed to be handmade, and he couldn't remember who gave it to him.

It was winter, very cold, there were no adults at home, his father had not been heard from for a long time, and his stepmother also chose to disappear after his father disappeared. There were only two children at home. The heavy snow outside the window was like scattered goose feathers, and the wind blew on the glass. There was a sharp crunching sound.

The two cat-like children were freezing. When Tsumiki was helping him pack his things, she dug out this beautiful scarf from the few things he had. It was red and looked like a bright bonfire.

The scarf was very long and thick. The two children were huddled together with this red scarf around their necks. The snow was still falling, and the wind was still roaring, but it was not so cold anymore.

Ah, who was it?

Megumi bit his lip, his teeth sinking into the flesh, and his mouth smelled like rust. He held on to the wall, his aching muscles protesting against him.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and the sudden sound made Megumi wake up a lot.

Thank God, the phone was not damaged by Sukuna.

Megumi took out his phone and found that the screen was shattered into pieces. He didn't see clearly who was calling, so he pressed the answer button with his white fingers.

*bam—*

He saw two people fighting all the way out of the building. After smashing the ceiling, the two people fell into the puddle, splashing scarlet water.

The two people were as ferocious as wild beasts invading and being invaded territory, screaming and roaring silently, the trampled water splashed and swirled, and the sounds of fists and kicks were muffled and heavy.

The curse, after bleeding became even more exciting and ferocious. He laughed loudly and shouted, "You can try and enchant me, Yayoi Amamiya!"

The sound passed through the phone and reached the other person's ear clearly.

Caller: ???

"Sukuna, wait, I'll go over and beat you to death right away." The voice on the phone was low and cold.

Megumi realized it was Satoru calling.

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