The person was chanting a curse, but their hands were wielding the black magic.

Chapter 182 Oh Me Dee Duo

Autumn in November.

There is no trace of summer anymore.

The humid, stuffy air was gone, replaced by a dry, cool feeling.

Fuhei sensed everything around him and slowly opened his eyes.

At that moment, he was sitting in his sun-drenched dormitory room.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting beams of light on the floor, with tiny dust particles floating within them like golden stardust.

It floats gently in the stillness, as if time itself slows down and becomes tender at this moment.

"Looks like I'm going back to a vocational college."

Everything is just as I remember it.

As Fukuro looked at the familiar surroundings and was about to set off, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

This caused him to freeze instantly.

"If only Sukuna and Tosaku had been killed eleven years ago..."

"Although no one else will die after this..."

"But without the ability to return from the dead, how can the flesh-bound sorcerers inside be recreated?"

Fu Hei's voice echoed in the empty dormitory, only to be realized belatedly.

"The deer has been following me the whole time."

"What about the stone dragon?!"

"Won't it remain untouched forever?!"

Fu Hei discovered the blind spot.

Time travel often presents many paradoxes because the past can alter the future.

Those seemingly minor changes can trigger a chain reaction like the butterfly effect, ultimately leading to the collapse of the entire future.

But he overlooked the most fatal point.

Let's explore this anchor point that so profoundly influences the future.

How could Fukuro have forgotten about it?

"Buhao, my Laolong!"

Fukuro excitedly rushed out of the dormitory, but unexpectedly bumped into Itajitsugi.

Both of them were sprinting at full speed when, with a muffled thud, they both staggered back a few steps and crashed into the walls on either side of the corridor.

The Japanese knotweed also appeared in the dormitory.

Seeing the panic on each other's faces, the two brothers instantly understood each other's meaning without saying a word.

"Could it be..."

"Let's find Teacher Wu first!"

The physical education student, Huzhang, shot out in an instant, leaving only a blur.

Fukuro then summoned his father's armor once again.

The scenery on both sides of the corridor rushed past, and the familiar door signs, the picture frames hanging on the wall, and the potted plants placed in the corner all turned into blurry blocks of color in their eyes.

The two of them rushed towards the room that should have been Gojo Satoru's rest room at top speed.

Then, the two saw it.

Gojo Satoru's room was completely empty.

There was no bed, no desk, no wardrobe, no curtains, no carpet, and no paintings.

Even the floor was spotless, as if the room had never been used.

"What...?"

Itajō was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he frantically searched the room for any trace of Gojō-sensei's presence.

However, there was none at all.

There wasn't even a speck of dust.

In despair, Huzhang revealed his discovery.

His fingers swept across the floor, leaving his fingertips clean and spotless, without a speck of dust.

as if.

Everything that existed was erased.

"In other words..."

Fu Hei spoke heavily:

"Did this guy empty the room overnight just to prank us?"

"Damn it, there's not even a speck of dust! Doesn't that prove someone's been living in this room for a long time, or at least recently!"

Fu Heiqi laughed, put his hands on his hips, and sighed to the sky.

This is indeed something Gojo Gosho did.

"Wu, you've been a teacher for so many years, you should be more serious."

A gentle voice came from outside the door.

"After such a long time apart, seeing my students again is definitely going to be a big surprise!"

Then came a second voice, light and flamboyant, with its signature cynicism.

"Let's just call it a shock..."

The familiar female voice carried a hint of helpless reproach.

The familiar voices of the trio came from outside.

"Ms. Gojo! Ms. Ieiri! And..."

Fu Hei's gaze fell on the third person.

He was completely different from the boy in my memory, yet I could still vaguely discern his appearance from back then in his eyes and brows.

"Now, I should call you Teacher Xiayou, right?"

Looking at the trio of Huaiyu who appeared before him with a grown-up demeanor, Fuhei was filled with mixed emotions.

At the same time, they also voiced their doubts.

"You, the flesh swimmer, you'll find out once you come along."

Even now, Gojo Satoru still maintains his habit of wearing black sunglasses. He adjusted the frames and quickly turned to leave.

Although he did not directly answer Fukuro's question.

But that look in his eyes.

Needless to say.

"We will win!"

Fukuro repeated the three words in a low voice, as if confirming some kind of belief, and then followed Gojo Satoru's steps.

Hu Zhang followed closely behind, and the three of them lined up, walked through the corridor, turned the corner, and headed deeper into the college.

The trio arrived at the entrance of the college's usual banquet hall, where the lively atmosphere was already quite captivating.

Behind that heavy wooden door came a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Amidst the cheers, familiar applause already answered Fu Hei's doubts.

"As one of my most outstanding disciples, he was instrumental in this incident."

"benefit."

"You shall push open this door."

Gojo Satoru turned to the side and made a gesture of invitation, like an elegant waiter inviting a distinguished guest into the room.

His eyes revealed a sense of pride in Fukuro.

Fu Hei took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob firmly, and pushed his way into the banquet hall, which was already decorated with elaborate ambiance.

The gate slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

"Oh my god, what a mess!"

"Oh my god, Fuhei."

"Oh my god, what a disaster!!!"

Familiar faces.

Shi Liulong, Riche, Yigu, Qihai... all of Fukuro's close companions offered their most precious blessings at this moment.

"Everyone……"

Seeing this scene before him, Fu Hei choked up a little.

It turned into a warm current of air, making his eyes sting and his vision blur.

Fu Hei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that all words seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

However, the questions remain unanswered.

"So... what exactly happened after the [reincarnation] that caused the world line to change like this?"