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Chapter 1685 Christmas Gift (I still need to buy some nuts)

Special grade cursed spirit, real person.

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

In the eyes of the real person, no sorcerer can be its opponent, because the sorcerer does not know how to protect his soul. As long as it is touched by it, it can activate the spell, distort the opponent's soul, and kill it.

In front of the real person, even someone as strong as Gojo Satoru had to be careful 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 brag about your victory!

The other party is a ruthless man who killed Ryomen Sukuna. I must take action immediately!

"Inaction changes!"

Along with the real person's shout, it felt that its power had penetrated into Duanmu Huai's body and then touched the other's soul.

Won!

At this moment, there was excitement shining in the eyes of the real person. 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 only less than a second.

"what?"

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. Instead, his body swelled up like a wriggling maggot, like a stuffed sausage. His hands and feet forked like tree roots, and his fingers turned into long thin roots.

The real person at this moment is more like a ginseng than a human being.

"why?"

The real person couldn't understand it, but it knew what was happening. The moment the real person's power touched Duanmu Huai's soul, it felt an extremely strange force coming after it. The technique that the real person used to protect his soul was completely ineffective in the face of this strange force.

Right now, its soul has been completely eroded and twisted by this strange force, and is changing in an irreversible direction.

"Why...why...what are you...?"

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

Countless eyes emerged from it, staring at it. When the real person felt the other party's gaze, fear flowed through every blood vessel in his body. The echo from a thousand mouths reverberated in the depths of the real person's soul like the drumbeat of death heavy metal, almost destroying his sanity.

The soul had begun to mold and deform. The power penetrated into every corner of the real person's soul like venom, devouring its 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 tentacles that burst out of his mouth like octopus tentacles. They bloomed and stretched in the real person's mouth like anemones in the sea.

The swollen body gradually turned into a pool of mud, like a balloon that was originally filled with air and had a hole punctured. The real person's twisted and deformed body began to slide towards the ground. It even had no bones to support its body, and the whole thing 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 indescribably 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. With just such a simple action, when Duanmu Huai threw away the napkin in his hand, the thing that was originally a real person had turned into a pool of indescribable, wriggling flesh and blood, like a large pancake made of meat paste spread on the ground.

Every wrinkle is a mouth. When the mouth opens, it can only make screams like a mentally retarded idiot. Between the sharp teeth, you can see eyeballs filled with fear, like a mouse hiding in its own hole, staring fearfully at the cat outside.

Because this scene was too horrifying, even the monk who had been smiling had a stiff expression on his face. He stared in disbelief at the real person who had completely turned into a foreign object, and was speechless.

It was not until the real person's body began to swell again and then turned into a pool of mud with a "puff" that the monk trembled, came to his senses, and looked at Duanmu Huai in horror.

At this time, the relaxed expression on the monk's face had long since disappeared.

"It's your turn next."

Duanmu Huai gripped the hilt of the sword and stared at the monk in front of him. The latter had a pale face and kept backing away.

"You, who are you?!"

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

But he couldn't understand.

Why? Why would a real person who is supposed to distort the souls of others have his own soul distorted?

Could it be that this sorcerer, like a real person, has the ability to distort other people's souls?

"Don't worry about it, just go and die."

Duanmu Huai held the weapon and walked slowly towards the monk.

"Do you know? There is a story about Christmas that 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. If they are bad and disobedient children, then Santa Claus will kill them..."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai raised the sharp blade.

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

"You, what do you want?!"

The monk's face was pale at this moment. He stumbled back, but he couldn't even walk steadily, and he fell to the ground. He could only sit there in despair, watching Duanmu Huai walk towards him. Although he also possessed great power, at this moment, facing Duanmu Huai, the monk didn't even have the thought 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 in human skin!

It was like watching a serial killer in a horror movie walking towards his victim with a chainsaw in hand.

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

"I have only one goal."

Duanmu Huai raised his sword. "That is to destroy all the cursed spirits and protect humans. It's that simple."

As he spoke, Duanmu Huai swung the weapon in his hand towards the monk.

"——I know how!"

As the monk cried out heart-wrenchingly, the sword in Duanmu Huai's hand stopped above his head. The latter stared at the cold light in front of him, trembling, sweating profusely.

"explain."

“……Okay, okay.”

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

"Do you know? In fact, outside of Japan, sorcerers and cursed spirits are extremely rare, almost non-existent."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Duanmu Huai became interested.

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

Quantity brings quality, this is an unchanging truth since ancient times. Duanmu Huai originally thought that since Japan has so many sorcerers, there must be more in other countries, after all, there are many countries in the world with larger populations than Japan. Since Japan has sorcerers, other countries must have them too.

"Do you know Tian Yuan?"

"Who? Never heard of it."

"I think so too."

The monk smiled bitterly.

"She was a sorcerer from a thousand years ago, and was a contemporary of Ryoumen Sukuna."

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

"Not only that."

When the monk said this, he also gritted his teeth.

"As you know, sorcerers all have their own unique spells, and Tengen's spell is immortality. However, this spell is not completely immortal. Tengen will also age, and once she is old to the point of death, her spell will be activated, evolving her to the next level - a being similar to a cursed spirit."

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

"Cursed spirits rely on instinct to survive. Tengen doesn't want to evolve, so every five hundred years, she will look for a suitable person to assimilate so that she can reset her lifespan and stop aging while maintaining her sanity. Not only that, Tengen has also set up barriers throughout Japan to monitor the situation in various parts of Japan. And it is precisely because of Tengen's power that Japanese sorcerers have such powerful spells and barriers..."

"Okay, I see what you mean."

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

In fact, ever since he had been to the subspace before, Duanmu Huai had a doubt in his heart, which was... why was the subspace so close to the real world?

As we all know, all players know that although the subspace is disgusting, there is a thick barrier between it and the real world. Even powerful Chaos Gods cannot actively break this barrier to 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, thereby weakening the barrier of the real world and allowing the subspace to merge with the real world.

At first, Duanmu Huai just thought that the subspace of this world had gradually merged with the real world. But when he heard the monk say that only in Japan were there the most sorcerers and cursed spirits in the world, Duanmu Huai immediately realized that something was wrong.

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

Then, the monk confirmed Duanmu Huai's guess.

Tian Yuan.

A psychic who has lived for a thousand years and has 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 the subspace. Although it is unknown why this Tianyuan did this, the result is that the barrier here is weakened, and more and more people with psychic powers are born under the influence of the subspace. And their power in turn catalyzes the increase of subspace creatures, that is, the cursed spirits.

The cursed spirits took the form of human fear, killing humans and causing more unnatural deaths, thus making the barriers of the real world weaker and weaker...

Well, in other words, all this is because that old man refuses to die.

Then conversely, as long as Tianyuan dies... most of the problems will be solved.

"Where is that old man?"

"At the Jujutsu High School."

The monk gave an honest answer.

"But it's not easy to find Tengen. She's best at barrier techniques. In the technical high school, among the more than a thousand doors that keep changing positions, only one door leads to the Hongxing Palace where Tengen is. Since you are a special-grade sorcerer, as long as you ask to see Tengen, you should be allowed."

"Very good, thank you for the information."

As soon 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 not reacted at all to what had happened.

"It's a nice Christmas present, I'll take it."

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

"But unfortunately, you are still a bad boy who needs to be taught a lesson by Santa Claus."