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

Shunping took his finger out of his pocket and tossed it upwards. Huzhang caught it and held it in his hand.

Just as the tiger stick was about to put it away, its palm opened like a mouth, as if to eat it.

With quick reflexes, Huzhang grabbed the finger with his other hand, preventing him from swallowing it.

"Hehe, dream on." Huzhang laughed. He was the same way at Shunping's house last time. He hadn't done anything and just wanted to eat fingers.

They didn't take him seriously at all.

Tiger Rod heard a cold snort from Su Nuo inside his body, and then, taking advantage of his distraction, he opened his left hand as well and ate it.

“This guy…” Itajō twitched the corner of his mouth, a little helpless.

He really couldn't do anything to Su Nuo, so he gave up!

"You guys played whack-a-mole and knocked out Sukuna's finger?" Kugisaki asked.

“Yes, the groundhog has even become a special-grade one.” Shunping nodded, pointing to the spot in the distance where the cursed spirit had dissipated.

"You two took down a Special Grade One? That's amazing!"

"It was Fushiguro who killed him. I was just helping out." Junpei stood up. "Let's go, we need to take Fushiguro for treatment."

Itadori nodded, then put a hand under Fushiguro Megumi's shoulder, lifted him up from the ground, and carried him on his back.

Fushiguro Megumi weighed a little more than Itadori had estimated. He frowned slightly while unconscious, made an inaudible sound, and then fell silent again.

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?" Kugisaki asked worriedly, looking at Itadori's slightly swaying gait.

“Okay, he’s not that heavy.”

The three people walked onto the bridge. The path up the bridge was longer than the path down.

The gravel rolled around under their feet. Although the slope wasn't steep, the battle had taken a toll on their strength, and they were still struggling.

It suddenly felt cool when I stepped onto the bridge.

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, its bright light gently illuminating the bridge and casting a silvery glow.

Itachi walked to the middle of the bridge and carefully placed Fushiguro Megumi against the bridge railing.

He leaned against the concrete railing, his head tilted to one side, as if he hadn't slept well, and he was muttering something under his breath.

"This guy is really enjoying himself." Kugizaki wiped the sweat from his face and grinned mischievously.

She took out her phone and took a picture of him like that, deciding to send it to other people later.

After taking the photos, Kugizaki took out his phone and dialed the female driver's number.

"Hey, we're at the Eighty-Eight Bridge... Yeah, that's right, the matter is resolved, someone was injured... Okay, we'll wait for you here."

She spoke with the person on the other end of the phone for a moment and then hung up, telling them that they would come to pick her up right away.

The four people waited slowly on the bridge. Soon, the headlights of a car shone from the corner of the road in the distance.

A black minivan drove up the bridge and stopped in front of the four people.

The female driver got out of the driver's seat, pushed up her glasses, and walked quickly to them.

She first looked at the unconscious Fushiguro Megumi, and then at the different injuries on the other people.

"It's good that you're all alive." She breathed a sigh of relief. If anything had happened, she really wouldn't know how to explain it. "Get in the car, we'll take you back for treatment."

Itachi lifted Fushiguro Megumi up again, and Junpei helped support Fushiguro Megumi's legs. Together, they gently placed Fushiguro Megumi on the last row of seats.

Then they sat down in the second row, the driver started the engine, and the car turned around on the bridge and headed towards the college.

The car was quiet for a while, and the streetlights outside shone into the car intermittently, illuminating their faces.

"What happened to you?" the driver asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"A top-tier cursed spirit." Kugizaki revealed the shocking truth, but deliberately concealed the ominous aspect, "successfully exorcised it."

"It was actually a top-tier one, and you managed to exorcise it?" The female driver was indeed shocked. "How is Fu Hei-jun's injury? Is he about to die?"

“No!” Shunpei said, looking down at Fushiguro Megumi. “The broken ribs and the excessive exertion weren’t fatal.”

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, tapped his phone with one hand, and said, "Miss Ieiri is already waiting in the infirmary. You can receive treatment as soon as you arrive."

The car returned to silence, with only the occasional sound of breathing from the passengers.

Itachi was thinking about what the villain had said. He said they would see each other again soon. What did that mean?

Should he tell Gojo-sensei and Mashiro-nee about this?

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to report to Mashiro first.

Yuujin: Mashiro-nee, I've met that pervert you were talking about.

Yujin: They said we'd see each other again soon, so I could let their older brother see me.

Yuujin: Mashiro-nee, do you know something? Can I tell Gojo-sensei?

Huzhang waited a while before the other side started replying.

"Mashiro": Yes, but I don't have time to explain to you right now.

"Mashiro": You did the right thing, don't worry.

"Mashiro": You can tell Gojo Satoru, it's okay.

After three messages in a row, the other end fell silent again, and there was no further news.

Itachi tapped the screen lightly. It seemed that Mashiro-nee really had something to do, so he decided not to disturb her now.

He put his phone away and smiled slightly at Kugizaki and Junpei, who were already asleep beside him.

It's so good that they're all alive. He needs to keep getting stronger, at least strong enough to help Mashiro and Gojo-sensei.

It was still dark when the car drove into the college gate. The lights in the infirmary were on, and a slender figure was reflected on the curtains.

The driver parked the car in front of the infirmary, and Itajo and Shunpei together lifted Fushiguro Megumi out of the back seat.

Fushiguro Megumi woke up briefly during the movement, her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes a crack.

“Fingers…” His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"It's safe, don't worry," said Tiger Stick.

Fushiguro Megumi nodded slightly and then closed her eyes again.

Shoko Ieiri pushed open the door. She stood under the light at the entrance of the infirmary, wearing a white coat, with an unlit cigarette in her hand.

She glanced at Fushiguro Megumi and then at Shunpei, tucking the unlit cigarette behind her ear.

"Bring him in." She turned and walked into the infirmary.

Chapter 95 and Kokichi (1)

In the Kyoto school's archives, Miwa Kasumi opened the door with her back and walked in carrying a large stack of documents.

The documents were piled up so high that she had to press her chin against the top to prevent them from sliding down, and her view could only be seen from the top.

"Mechanical Maru?" The three-wheeled vehicle looked around after entering the room. "Where are you?"

On the sofa, Mechanical Maru crossed his arms and lowered his head.

The cold indoor light shone on him, giving him an aura that made him unapproachable.

But Miwa Kasumi never cared about that.

"Finally found it. I've been so busy lately." Sanlun placed the documents on the table, but they tilted slightly as she did so, so she quickly steadied them.

After confirming that everything was alright, she breathed a sigh of relief and then sat down next to the mechanical ball.

She sighed and complained to him in a low voice, "Principal Leyan Temple has been away these past two days, and we've been handling everything at the school ourselves. Could you please lend a hand?"

"Sorry, Mitsuha, I need to take a nap now." The mechanical voice came from him, which would definitely feel uncomfortable at first, but Mitsuha was already used to it.

"Huh? Going to sleep now?" Sanlun pouted. "You haven't finished your report yet, have you? Honestly."

The puppet didn't respond. Sanlun waited a few seconds. Usually, Mechanical Maru didn't talk much, but at least she would reply to others.

She crept closer and poked the puppet's head with her finger; the metal shell felt cool.

He would normally tell me not to poke his head, but now he's not moving at all.

"No movement." Sanlun tilted his head and poked it a couple more times. "Looks like he's really asleep. By the way, where is his real body?"

……

The main body of the mechanical ball, which is Yukichi, usually lives in the basement of the Kyoto school.

But he had already moved himself to a remote mountain area far from the Kyoto school.

Kokichi's body was immersed in a bathtub-like device filled with nutrient solution.

There were more than a dozen pipes connected to him on all four sides, some connected to his body and some inserted into the device.

Because he was born under a curse, he was born without a right hand and no flesh below the knees.

Furthermore, he had no feeling below his waist, and his skin was so fragile that it could not even withstand moonlight, causing him to experience inexplicable pain from time to time.

However, due to the curse of the heavens, his puppet manipulation skills have an extremely wide range, covering the entire Japan, and his output of curse power is also very considerable.

While controlling the puppet to tell Miwa to sleep, he had already returned his consciousness to his main body.

It's very quiet here; there's no sound except for the slight hum of machinery.

At that moment, two powerful surges of magical energy emanated from outside the gate. He recognized them immediately; they were the very people he had betrayed.

He slowly opened his eyes. "You've arrived?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the door slowly opened, and two figures appeared—it was the real person and Ao Yi.

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"Hmph, you're so slow. I thought you'd forgotten."

With a push from his left arm, Kokichi lifted his body out of the device filled with nutrient solution.

Just doing this simple action made his body tremble and he gasp for breath.

The nutrient solution slid off his body and dripped onto the floor at the edge of the device.

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