The magnetic field rotation that began in Jujutsu Kaisen

"A cursed spirit," Dong Yangping murmured, "and its level is not low."

At least Level 1.

It could even be higher.

He turned around and went downstairs.

Itadori Yasuke was sitting on the sofa, with Megumi lying next to him, curiously looking at a photo frame on the coffee table.

The photo frame contains a family portrait of three—Jin Itari, Kaori Itari, and Yuji, who is still an infant.

"Uncle!" Megumi ran over as soon as she saw him come down. "This auntie is so pretty! Is she Hisahito's mother?"

Dong Yangping looked down at the photo.

Japanese knotweed, kaori.

The woman possessed by the rope.

The woman whose body was shattered by her own husband.

"Hmm." Higashihira patted Megumi's head. "She's Hisahito's mother."

Looking at the photo, Hui said earnestly, "Auntie must be very gentle."

Dong Yangping didn't speak; he looked at Itadori Yasuke.

The old man was staring at him, his eyes questioning.

"What did you discover?"

Dong Yangping sat down opposite him.

"There are traces of a cursed spirit," he said. "Very strong. Very malevolent. At least level one."

Itadori Yasuke's expression changed.

"A cursed spirit?"

"Yes." Dongyangping nodded. "Ren's disappearance is related to that cursed spirit."

A look of panic flashed in Itadori Yamasuke's eyes: "That brat... what if he...?"

He didn't finish speaking.

But Dongyang Ping understood what he meant.

Will I die?

"I don't know," Dong Yangping said honestly. "But I didn't find any bloodstains or signs of a struggle at the scene. He must have left on his own."

"Leave on his own?" Itadori Yamasuke frowned. "Why would he leave on his own?"

Dongyang Ping shook his head.

He didn't know the answer to that question either.

But he had a guess.

Before he disappeared, the last place he went was that basement.

The place where Katsura Kaori's body was kept.

"Where is Kaori Itadori's body?"

Wasuke Itadori was taken aback.

"What?"

"Kaori's body," Higashiyohei repeated. "Where did Jin put her?"

Itadori Yasuke's expression became complicated.

"How...how did you know?"

"I've seen him," Dong Yangping said. "Ren called me and said he'd pieced Kaori back together."

Itadori Yasuke was quite surprised, but eventually he still spoke up.

"In the basement."

"Take me to see it."

The basement entrance is behind the kitchen; it's a hidden door.

When Watari Yasuke opened the door, a blast of cold air hit him.

Dongyangping went inside.

The basement was small, only a dozen square meters. The walls were covered with insulation material, and a few incandescent light bulbs hung from the ceiling.

In the center is an operating table.

On the operating table, a body lies.

Kaori Ursula's body.

Dong Yangping walked over and looked down.

His face was covered in stitches.

But those marks have faded a lot, and new skin is slowly covering them.

Her body too.

Those parts that were once broken into pieces have been pieced together bit by bit, and have even started to regrow.

She looks like she's asleep right now.

"He's always been here," Itadori Yasuke's voice came from behind. "Every night, he's here."

Dongyang Ping remained silent.

He could picture that scene.

Hu Zhangren sat alone beside the operating table, staring at the body that would never wake up, for an entire night.

"Did he come here before he left?"

"He's been here," said Itadori Yasusuke. "He stayed here for a long time that night. I came down to check, and he was sitting here, looking at Kaori."

"Did he say anything?"

"No." Itadori Yasuke shook his head. "He just looked at me and said, 'Dad, Hisahito is in your care.'"

Dong Yangping's heart sank suddenly.

This sentence sounds like—a last will and testament.

He took a deep breath and began to carefully examine the basement.

Magnetic field sensing is fully activated.

Every corner, every inch of wall, every breath of air.

Then he discovered it.

Beneath the operating table, there was an extremely faint remnant of magical energy.

The aura was exactly the same as the one in the room upstairs.

Cold, evil, and full of malice.

Dong Yangping squatted down and examined it carefully.

There were several shallow scratches on the metal frame at the bottom of the operating table.

It's as if something once struggled here.

He stood up and looked at Itadori Yasuke.

"That cursed spirit has been here."

Itadori Yasuke's expression changed completely.

"What?"

"It came," Dong Yangping said, pointing to the scratches. "And it took something with it."

He paused.

"Or, they took someone with them."

Itadori Yasuke swayed slightly.

He leaned against the wall to barely keep his balance.

"Jen...ren he..."

Dong Yangping remained silent.

Because he didn't know what Hu Zhangren's current situation was.

But he knew one thing—that cursed spirit was probably very powerful and might possess special spells.

Level 1 or above, possibly even Special Grade.

Moreover, it has its sights set on the root of the Japanese knotweed.

Why?

Because of the special properties of Polygonum cuspidatum kernel?

Or because—

He looked up at Kaori Itadori on the operating table.

The body lay there quietly, as if asleep.

But in Dong Yangping's perception, there seemed to be something inside her body.

It is faint and subtle, but it does exist.

He reached out and placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

He sensed the magnetic field deeply, and then he froze.

There, there was an extremely small fluctuation.

That's not magic.

It is not bioelectricity either.

Rather, it is an energy field that everyone possesses—the fluctuation of the soul.

Dong Yangping's pupils contracted slightly.

Something is gestating inside Kaori Itadori's body.

Dong Yangping withdrew his hand, his expression somewhat grave: "Is this how you do it? Ren, what exactly are you doing?"

Is it possible for someone to actually come back to life?

Hui's cheers came from upstairs.

"Wow! He's awake! He's awake!"

Then came the baby's babbling sounds.

Dong Yangping withdrew his hand and took a deep breath.

He looked at Itadori Yasuke.

"Old man, leave this to me. Don't worry about it."

Watanabe Yasuke looked at him.

"Renta..."

"I will find him," Dong Yangping said, "whether he's dead or alive."

"I will have someone come and take away Kaori Itadori's body later."

He turned and walked outside.

He stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Oh, right."

He turned around.

"Please take good care of Hisahito. That child... is very important."

Wasuke Itadori was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

Dong Yangping didn't explain, but instead said, "Bring him over to play with Hui whenever you have time. Anyway, our two families are so close, you don't want your Yujin to end up alone like you, do you?"

Itadori Yasuke lowered his head, his expression unreadable.

Dong Yangping walked up the stairs and returned to the living room.

Hui was lying down next to the crib, talking to the little one inside.

The little guy had pink hair, soft and sparse, like a tuft of pink down. His eyes were big and dark, staring intently at Hui.

"Eeya!" he waved his little hand.

Hui waved her hand.

"Hello! My name is Hui! What's your name?"

"Eeya!"

"Your name is Yiya? What a strange name!"

Dong Yangping walked over and looked down at the little guy.

Polygonum cuspidatum Hisuhito.

The protagonist of Jujutsu Kaisen.

At that moment, he was just a baby a few months old, unable to speak or walk.

Sure enough, not everyone is as fortunate as Hui, who ran around everywhere in just a few months.

Hisahito Itadori's eyes were very pure, as pure as a clear spring.

Dongyang Ping reached out and gently touched his face.

It's very soft.

very warm.

At the same time, I could also sense that this child had a very strong vitality and a strong physique.

Yujin looked at him and suddenly smiled.

That smile was innocent and pure.

Dong Yangping smiled too.

"Hirujin," he said softly, "from now on, I'll call you Hirujin."

Hui asked from the side.

"Uncle, what's his name?"

"Yujin Khajiitsu," said Higashiyohei. "You can call him Yujin."

Hui nodded: "Yujin! Nice name! Better than mine!"

Dongyang Ping chuckled.

"Didn't you say your name was the best?"

"That was before!" Megumi said matter-of-factly. "Hiruhito's name is better now!"

Dongyang Ping shook his head.

He looked out the window.

It was already getting dark.

In the distance, the setting sun is sinking below the horizon.

He turned his gaze away and looked at the two children beside him.

One has a sea urchin-shaped head, and the other has pink hair.

What will their future be like?

Dong Yangping didn't know, but it should be fine; at least it wouldn't be as abusive as before.

"Let's go." Dong Yangping picked up Hui. "Let's go home. If we get home late, your dad will worry again."

Hui leaned on his shoulder and looked back at Yuujin in the crib.

"Yujin! I'll come find you to play again next time!"

Yujin waved goodbye, babbling incoherently.