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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 140: Shibuya (7)
Geto felt deeply insulted.

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"You can't kill anyone."

Her voice rang out from the desolate ruins, weak and quiet, with an unshakable firmness.

A black shadow suddenly broke into the field of vision, and the hand that clamped the ankle loosened at some point.

The scalp suddenly tightened, and the sharp hissing sound of the wind tearing in the ears sounded in the muffled sound of bone fractures. The beast-like creature got up from the ground at some point, with a fierce expression on her face and a strong smell of rust all over her body. She grabbed the boy's hair in the most fierce and direct way, and hit him with her head.

The sound of the two heads hitting each other was like two coconuts hitting each other with a "bang", and the sound was so loud that it made people's teeth ache.

After all, this body was still in the category of normal creatures. After being hit on the head, the vision instinctively went black.

Like air falling from the sky, a strong sense of weightlessness came, and the body leaned back uncontrollably and smashed straight into a ruin. The flying rubble and dust fell on his face, and the steel bars on his back were twisted.

The King of Curses lay on his back in the mess, his expression seemed to be blank for a while, and after a moment, the corners of his mouth opened again, a chilling arc, and his scarlet eyes turned a few times, his eyes fell on the woman in front of him.

She was covered in blood, with countless broken bones. After the blood solidified, it scabbed on her clothes, and blood stains stuck to the fabric in pieces. She was in a mess, which made her scarlet hair more eye-catching.

"You are really good."

The scalp that was pulled by the temples was aching slightly, and the head that was hit by the headbutt was still buzzing.

The arc of Sukuna's mouth corners became larger and larger, like a beast with fangs showing its mouth corners, and every drop of blood in the body was clamoring and boiling.

Killing and blood were what make the evil god happy, but the death of ants under his feet could not make him feel satisfied.

After years of rest and endurance, the boredom and dullness of the years, just like a beast that has not sipped blood for too long, a satisfying fight is what the curse king really wants.

"You are very good." He said.

Wherever he went, he destroyed everything there, which had always been his way.

Things need to have enough value, and when they were destroyed, he could get enough pleasure.

He laughed, and she laughed too.

Her eyebrows were curved when she laughed, and her amber eyes were like the green waves on the lake in spring. When she laughed, the wound on her face was pulled, and it hurt so much, but she seemed to be really happy. The blood flowed from her forehead and seeped into her eyes, and she was still laughing. That happy look was like a little girl who could make her laugh by making a face.

Sukuna was confused by Yayoi's laughter. After all, he had never seen anyone laugh like this in front of him.

"You can't kill anyone."

The bones in her body were protesting in pain, and scarlet blood was dripping from her body, crackling on the ground, splashing scarlet flowers one after another.

Yayoi laughed heartily, her lips parted, her smile was bright, and she was cunning like a girl, just like Sukasha waving goodbye to her in the sea breeze.

The sky hanging above her head was pitch black, and the red spot was like a bonfire lit in the wilderness.

The future of this world was vast and boundless, even more boundless than the sea.

There were bad people and good people in this world. The sorcerer in the other world would inevitably face various choices in the future, but this choice must be decided by the sorcerer themselves.

No one could be sure of a person's future, just like she never thought that Suguru, who was once a good guy, would openly regard ordinary people as monkeys.

Even so, if his future was destined to be stained with blood, it must be decided by himself, by Yuji himself.

You couldn't kill anyone, you could not use my brother's body to kill anyone.

She smiled, raised her bloody hand, and began to make seals with her moving fingers.

Sukuna's eyebrows twitched, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

*splash*

The body felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and the rapidly changing vision was reflected in a red.

After rotating the body to unload the inertial force during the fall, one foot stepped into the water when landing, and the splashing water dripped and bounced on the water surface.

Sukuna stood in a sea of ​​red.

He instinctively thought that this was his domain expansion, but then he denied this idea.

There was no smell of blood, nor were there mountains of bones, just a red, calm red, not bloody or violent, a quiet red ocean. Four vermilion torii gates stood in four directions, and ancient shimenawa hung in front of the tall torii gates.

The water was not deep, just over the ankles, and red ripples spread out in circles.

Sukuna's eyebrows jumped, and Yayoi's words echoed in his ears.

—You can't kill anyone.

What did it mean?

He thought this was more than just a provocation.

After a moment, the red ocean that seemed to come alive took away his attention. Red water, red torii gates, a red world, the crooked red lines moved their bodies in the red ocean over their ankles, arched their backs, stretched their bodies, as if a spider was secretly spitting red silk, and the spider silk was entangled.

Sukuna raised his hand and instinctively performed a spell. The silk threads that came to his face were cut off and fell into the red sea, while more red silk threads climbed up his ankles.

It's endless, so annoying.

The scarlet eyeballs paused, and the thousand-year-old man's eyes froze for a moment.

He seemed to know what this was.

—Madman.

"You crazy woman." Sukuna looked at the red silk threads that climbed up his body like snakes, and his senses clearly told him that a huge change was happening, and his control over certain things was slowly being stripped away.

The thousand-year-old man laughed, gnashing his teeth, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, wishing he could chew the other's bones and bite the other's flesh.

"Do you think this is over?" The crazy laughter echoed in the torii. He was like a bound beast, and even though he was entangled by layers of chains, he still roared. The King of Curses opened his mouth, and the red in his eyes was like boiling blood.

That kid would definitely spend the rest of his life in endless regret.

"Little brat, savor it."

The deep voice sounded in the silent red sea, like the wheezing of a demon trapped in an endless hell.

The taste of a loved one dying because of you.

•

The blue sky, the treetops soaked in the golden sunlight.

The mottled shadows of the trees fell all over the wall. A bus stopped at the station not far away. After the whistle, the bus staggered away from the station.

Yuji heard the thin meow of a cat, the sound of running past his ears.

The older he got, the clearer it was that people's memories were limited.

In his memory, the impression of his parents was very shallow, not to mention his father, whom he had a very shallow impression of, and there was almost no impression of his mother.

The woman who left the deepest impression in his memory was his sister, the sister who appeared with a cat in spring.

Yuji suddenly remembered that there was a bicycle at home. It was a very old bicycle. It was said that it seemed to be left by his father. When it was taken out of the warehouse, it was covered with dust.

Grandpa said that it looked unusable and it was thrown away.

"Repair it. I think it can still be used." said his sister.

He remembered that he was still young at that time, with short arms and legs. He could run faster than his grandfather, but not faster than his sister. He couldn't reach the back seat of the bicycle even on tiptoe.

He sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and the ringing sound of the bicycle bell rang under the sky. The house and the fence with the cat squatting on it were left behind. The shops on the street hung promotional signs, and the electric poles on the street were covered with advertising papers.

The whistling sound of the wind rang in his ears, and he opened his mouth wide and took a big gulp of wind.

When he turned around, the red hair fluttered on his cheeks, itching.

"Sister."

The ringing sound of the bicycle bell rang again.

"Sister, where are we going?"
He hugged his sister's waist, a sister taller than him, a small sister.

The bicycle turned in a different direction, and he subconsciously hugged his sister's waist.

"Go home, grandpa and Tangerine are still waiting."

The red hair under the sun was bright and warm.

He saw the vague outline of the wall from a distance, lush greenery poking out from the top of the wall, and the vague outline of the old man and the orange cat standing at the door.

•

Yuji moved his lips and woke up in a dark sky.

The surrounding buildings seemed to have been cut by a cutting machine, and the cuts were so smooth.

The ticking sound was like the second hand of a clock turning, or like a faucet dripping at night without being tightened.

The white that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes was like the first snowflake falling in winter, so white that it made people tremble with fear.

He was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound. Every cell in his body was tearing his heart apart, but his throat couldn't make any sound.

He could only watch her hair turn white little by little from the ends of her hair, like the snowflakes falling in winter, burying all the colors, and the red hair turned into spotless white.

*plop—*

As if a ceramic doll had fallen from a high place and shattered to the ground, the person who fell to the ground was motionless.

The cut buildings, the spilled blood, the cheerful smile like a little girl, and the demon that now lurked in his body and lost its voice, it was as if someone had split his brain and forced everything into it.

The ringing bicycle bells seemed to ring again.

The sky was beautiful at that time, it was a clean blue.

Endless black, like layers of shadows covering it.

The sky now made him want to cry.

He seemed to have forgotten how to walk. He fell several times when he ran over. The gravel on the ground scratched his cheeks and scraped his palms, and blood flowed out.

The person lay quietly on the ground, as if she was asleep.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he pushed aside the messy hair on her cheeks. There were black blood scabs and mottled wounds on her cheeks. The skin he touched was so cold that it made people want to cry.

The half-closed eyelashes and the pupils that lost their spirit seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, as lifeless as the sky on a haze day, without being confused, and there would be no smile rippling in it.

Why was it so quiet?

The fingers accidentally touched the white hair, stained with blood.

Hair... the color of the hair was too plain, it should be brighter.

"Yuji, you have to live a happy life."

The person who wanted him to be happy was not happy, and was killed by him with his own hands.

The smoke dissipated, and the haze covered the sky. There was no light at all. He fell to the ground, staring blankly at the person on the ground who seemed to have fallen asleep. Her slender neck seemed to be broken like a swan's neck.

It was quiet all around, and he could not hear a single sound. All sounds seemed to be separated from this world.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that not long had passed. The pain as if the heart was cut open spread in the chest. The body could not bear the intense pain as if the heart and lungs were torn apart and cried out. The mournful cry echoed in the lonely night sky.

"You want to die surrounded by people."

'Why don't you die?'

'You killed people, you killed your sister.'

'Die quickly.'

•

Shibuya Crossing, Metropolitan Expressway Route No.3 Shibuya Line

The medical location selected temporarily, the medical room built temporarily, the medical equipment was temporarily moved in, and the medical staff were also temporarily moved in.

The burning cigarette butts were as bright as stars in the smoke, and the woman in a white coat stood under the eaves, puffing out smoke.

The whistling wind blew the long brown hair in the vast night sky. Shoko frowned and touched the fox with his head drooping by her hand.

"You have been like this since entering Shibuya." Shoko said half teasingly and half stating, holding a cigarette in her mouth.

"Ouh." The gray fox raised his eyelids.
You were the one with kidney deficiency, and your whole family was kidney deficient.

"I told you not to follow me, but you refused to listen." Shoko held the fox's front legs and lifted the fox up, "What's the use of you coming?"

The gray fox was silent for a while, and didn't even give her a howl.

"You are just a fox now." Shoko sighed.

When Yaga came over, he saw the female student holding the fox and talking to herself, and couldn't help coughing twice.

Shoko tilted her head and looked away, and saw her teacher's expression as if he was about to say something but couldn't.

The woman in the white coat smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I told you not to worry, there are the curse corpses here."
She was not an easy person to deal with, as she could be classmates with these two bastards, Satoru and Suguru.

"No." Yaga said, "If this place is exposed, the enemy will come to kill you immediately."

"Too exaggerated, principal." Shoko raised the dead fish eyes of the fox.

"I'm not exaggerating. Even Satoru can't use Reverse Cursed Technique to heal others." Yaga frowned, "If it weren't for you, Ino and Ijichi would have died."

There were curse users and cursed spirits everywhere here, cursed spirits that slaughtered humans wantonly, and curse users who hunted assistant directors.

"This is all thanks to you." Shoko smiled.

"Didn't you quit smoking?" Yaga's brows were still not relaxed, his eyes wandered, and finally fell on the cigarette butt with sparks.

"Since Gojo got married, I have always wanted to smoke."

"..."
This sounds fine, but it's not so right.

"Hey, principal." Shoko suddenly said, "What do you think about Geto's matter?"

Yaga was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "The fake one?"

"The real one." Shoko said.

The fox raised his eyelids slightly, why did she say that for no reason?

"I can't escape responsibility for what happened back then." Yaga said, "He was my student, and I recommended him to the Jujutsu High School."
If it weren't for this, he would be at most a little bastard with strange behavior and a lot of bad things in the world of ordinary people, and he wouldn't have become a notorious curse user.

"I didn't tell him that humans are the same, whether they are curse users or ordinary people." Yaga said, "Bad people are everywhere, regardless of whether they are curse users or ordinary people."

"As his teacher, I overlooked a lot." Yaga said.

The fox carried by Shoko was silent, and his deep purple eyes were a little helpless and confused.

"Many times, people do many things, and in fact, only one reason is enough." Shoko smiled, "That is whether they are willing or not."

"He should learn more from Gojo in this regard." Shoko said.

"It would be better if I told him earlier." Yaga said.

"It's not too late to tell him now." Shoko murmured.

"What?" Yaga didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing, don't you think this fox looks like Geto?" Shoko raised the fox, but was attacked by the fox's paw pad.

Yaga was silent for a moment, "For this kind of thing, one Yayoi is enough, Shoko."
Don't compare dog (b*stard) and furry animal.

Shoko: "...oh."

Geto the Fox: "..."
What dif you mean?

Suguru felt greatly insulted.

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