Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

"That's right, the one you talked to."

Mashiro finished speaking for him, her tone very casual.

"What did you say?"

Xiaolu couldn't help but interrupt. She looked at Mashiro, then at Hiromi: "Aren't you a lawyer?"

"It was before."

"You should understand what the lawyer is saying!"

For some reason, the little deer grimaced slightly and said, "Picking someone up is a crime, especially this kind of thing..."

Mashiro smacked the deer on the head, interrupting her, "It's a conversation, not a flirtation, you idiot!"

"Ow!"

The little deer made a cute sound effect of being hit, then pouted and didn't say anything.

"I remember you said the first consultation was free, right?"

Mashiro looked at Hiromi Nichisha again, smiled, and said, "Could you please listen to my consultation, Attorney Nichisha?"

Hiromi Nichisha remained silent for a while.

He looked down at the business card in his hand, then at his blood-stained suit.

The business card was handed out by him before, but can he still be considered a lawyer now?

A journey of death and destruction, with countless lives on his hands.

"No, I'm not a lawyer anymore."

Hiromi Hiroshi shook his head slightly and put the business card in his hand back into his breast pocket.

"Is that so?"

Mashiro smiled and pointed vaguely at his heart from a short distance away.

"I should have said that you need to be prepared to take control of the rules."

"Even if you can close your eyes after seeing darkness, that's a useless way of thinking!"

Mashiro snapped, "Didn't you say you wanted to always keep your eyes wide open?"

"But I've already killed someone..."

Ryukyu sighed, looking at his own hands: "When I open my eyes wide, all I can see is my own sins."

"You should also be aware of this struggle."

Mashiro crossed her arms and looked at Hiromi Higurashi, who looked somewhat lost and dejected.

"Your technique is a reflection of your own heart. You shouldn't deny yourself, who loves justice so deeply."

Mashiro's voice softened again, "Hiroshige Hiromi, clearing the innocent and punishing the wicked, that is your justice."

Chapter 184 Joining the Team

Hiromi Hiraka remained silent for a long time after hearing Mashiro's words.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the negative emotions that had been weighing on his mind had indeed been dispelled considerably.

The girl saw right through him and tried to guide him out of his gloom.

She wasn't simply saying she did nothing wrong; to him, that would be tantamount to lying through her teeth.

He simply agreed with everything, including his own struggling heart.

How long has it been since I felt this sense of being understood?

Let's talk somewhere else.

He put away the gavel, took a step back, and relaxed his tense body.

Mashiro breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.

If even this can't convince her, she really needs to get the Japanese herbal medicine treated.

Actually, what she just said had no real meaning.

She herself doesn't have that kind of persona, and she can't articulate any profound truths.

She could only guide the car to do what it wanted, to avoid being bound by guilt or crushed by despair.

I'm sorry I'm not a partner of justice.

"You're badly injured, should we get you treated first?"

Mashiro waved his hand and then pointed to the wound on his chest.

Hiromi looked at her and said, "No need, you won't die."

"No, I know how to treat it."

Mashiro waved her hand: "I'm very capable. As long as you don't die on the spot, I can save you."

"Is that so?"

Hiromi Hiraka nodded slightly: "What do I need to do?"

"A handshake will suffice."

"Just a handshake?"

"Yes, just a handshake."

Hiromi gently grasped Mashiro's hand, feeling a cursed power invading his body, and a chill ran through him.

His sense of crisis erupted instantly, but before he could do anything, Mashiro let go of his hand.

"ended."

"what?"

Hiromi Hiraka was stunned for a moment, then was surprised to find that his wounds were healing on their own.

Within seconds, the body returned to its original state.

He looked down at his chest and moved his arms to make sure there was no lingering pain.

"This is really... a healing technique?"

Hiromi Hiraka fell silent, deep in thought.

This incredible healing ability is undoubtedly a surgical technique.

In other words, Mashiro's techniques are for healing, so his combat power is definitely insufficient.

Nichisha glanced at the girl who was very close to Mashiro and staring intently at him.

It seems this person is the bodyguard protecting Mashiro. His gender and height are likely specially chosen by the official team as someone of similar strength.

From this perspective, the official authorities regarding curses are quite humane, which is not bad, better than the disappointing Japanese legal system.

The deer keenly noticed the gaze directed at Hiromi Hiroshi and raised an eyebrow.

What are you looking at?

"nothing."

Hiromi Hiraka turned his gaze away, strode away from the battlefield.

Mashiro followed with the deer.

Xiaolu lagged half a step behind, leaned close to Zhenbai's ear, and whispered, "He seems to think of you as some kind of weak little leader."

"Whatever."

Mashiro's voice was also very low, but she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth: "The deeper his misunderstanding goes, the more interesting it is."

Deer glanced at Mashiro helplessly: "I knew it, that's just your personality."

"What kind of personality is that? It's perfectly normal, okay?"

Zhen rolled his eyes at her and said, "But it's not bad to be seen as someone who needs protection."

"Hey, you're not actually starting to like this feeling, are you?"

"I can rely on you now, my personal bodyguard."

"Fine, fine, whatever you want."

The little deer rolled its eyes at her from behind, but still followed closely.

"Cough cough."

Mashiro coughed twice and asked Higurashi, "So what happened just now?"

“A group of swimmers have been watching me since yesterday, there are six of them in total.”

Hiromi Hitsugaya's voice was calm, but what he said was not so simple.

Mashiro didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"That woman named Viola has been watching me secretly, waiting for me to use up my domain before making her move."

"No wonder you were slashed so many times before you finally opened your domain."

"There's no other way. Including the last time, this is the third time I've opened my domain."

Hiromi Hiraka sighed softly, his voice clearly showing exhaustion.

"So, you came to me just to get me to join you?"

“That’s right.” Mashiro nodded: “The return of the dead is no joke; it’s a crisis for all of humanity.”

"A crisis for all of humanity?"

Hiromi Hirashiro was taken aback. "Even if the Death Returns, it can't threaten all of humanity, right?"

"Simply returning from death is not enough, but this is just a ritual."

Mashiro briefly described it: "What the initiator wants is to gather enough cursed power to assimilate all of humanity."

Hiroshi looked at her but didn't reply immediately.