I'm practicing ninjutsu in Jujutsu Kaisen!

After just one look, Zhao Yang turned and left, waiting for the police car to arrive.

"I said, I didn't do anything to them, they killed each other."

Xia Rizhuo looked at Zhao Yang who was walking towards him and explained.

"You were the one who instigated that, right?"

Zhao Yang took out a cigarette from his pocket and looked at Xia Riyue who didn't think there was anything wrong with this. "Don't you have a heart? You killed so many people? You even played with non-magicians. You will go to hell after you die. Do some good deeds."

"Maybe. You'll know when you're in my situation. I gave them a chance and didn't use any spells to seduce them. According to what Chao Xi, one of the four, said, they only needed to take a few hundred dollars. Yes, but why do they want more money? Don't they think about their own problems? One tried his best to save them, three tried their best to send them off, and in the end, they all died. Is it all because of me?"

"..."

Xia Rilu's words were all reasonable, leaving Zhao Yang at a loss for words. He just instinctively wanted to stay away from this dangerous guy...

He hated the kind of guy who seemed like a villain but had nothing to fault with.

Looking at the black backpack behind Xia Luo, he said, "Cursed tools? You are not allowed to bring them. How did you bring them into China?!"

"You want to tell on me?"

A smile appeared on Xia Luo's lips. He neither admitted nor denied it. He just wanted to see his reaction.

"No, I hope you die quickly now. Reporting you will only force you to return home. Perhaps dying here is the best destination for you. We will pretend that we saw nothing."

Zhao Yang said it without any hesitation, but he did not do it himself. As a quasi-second-level magician, he was not qualified to touch him. The so-called death here meant that he should die on Chinese territory.

"Is that so? Thank you very much. After all, many people want me dead, including the top Japanese sorcerers, several special-grade cursed spirits, the Nakamo family, and probably some from the Zenin family as well. They all want my corpse after I die. I guess they will use it to help me pass on my family line. After all, sperm is still active after death."

Xia Rilu's explanation was just a simple one, but it made Zhao Yang, who was smoking a cigarette, more and more shocked. He felt pity for him for some reason. How many cakes had he touched that so many people wanted to kill him?

Then didn't the Japanese sorcery high-ranking officials send him here just to die? !

"you……"

Pursing his lips, Zhao Yang didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only attribute this to God's jealousy of talent. Many people wanted to control him, but he himself yearned for freedom. Perhaps there was nothing more ironic than this: people in his own country wanted to kill him instead of cultivating him.

The air became silent, and the two had nothing to talk about, so they quietly waited for the police to come and deal with the situation here.

After a while;

“Have you ever considered changing your nationality?”

Fanning the buzzing mosquitoes beside his ears with his left hand, Zhao Yang took a puff of cigarette and said, "Since the Japanese sorcery high-ranking officials have treated you like this, why don't you consider changing your nationality? Other countries will surely be happy to take over."

"Because there are people I care about, and I've gotten used to it. This kind of life has become part of my daily life, and gradually it has become inseparable, and I'm obsessed with it."

Xia Ri Luo looked up at the sky and said, "There aren't many strange incidents caused by curses in China, right?"

"...Well, it rarely happens in a city. There are only a few places where the curse is ridiculously strong. Now it has been sealed. There were many burial sites of first-level magicians hundreds of years ago, but they have all been sealed."

"That's right. Tens of thousands of people die in Japan every year due to curses. This year is likely to break the record. But people like me won't pay attention to these things, after all.

I may have indirectly killed thousands of people..."

Chapter 189 China's Four Forbidden Areas (Please recommend and vote)

After using the identity of a sorcerer to hand over to the police, Zhao Yang took Xia Rishe to where their team lived.

Looking at Xia Riyue in the back seat through the rearview mirror, I recalled his last words in my mind; "I may have indirectly killed thousands of people, but I don't feel pity. This is just what they deserve, and it is also a test for me. After all... if I feel pity for them, I will be the one to die. The battlefield is the battlefield. I will not put myself out of danger, but I will not abandon my companions. If I have to choose between these two, I will choose the latter, even if I die."

It's a very decisive statement, but I feel like there's nothing wrong with it. Are there really that many curses in Japan?

Actually, that's not true. The country's area is too small. If they were dispersed to China, there would probably be even fewer people. But it is true that the death rate of sorcerers there is the highest in the country.

Because this guy killed at least half of them...

They say the most rational words but do the most brutal things. They are selfish and self-interested but cherish the people around them. They act like what's mine is mine. If I take a fancy to your things, I can kill you and they are still mine.

His personality is terrible, even more tasteless than the devil. I guess even if the devil came, he would kneel down. I really don't want to go against him. I don't know if the second half of his words is true...

Looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window, Xia Luo sat quietly, his dull eyes blinking constantly, looking a little adorable, waiting for the arrival of the terminal.

……

"Haven't you come back yet? The food is almost cold. What's wrong with Zhao Yang? Is he driving a snail? You're so slow in picking someone up. Captain, let's eat first."

A burst of young girls' voices came out. In the room, two men and two women were sitting at the dining table. There was an induction cooker on the table, and a mandarin duck pot was placed on the induction cooker. The water in it was boiling from time to time.

"Um, we're having hotpot today, no rice..."

Lu Ya looked at Zhang Nian who was already lying on the table complaining, and whispered a reminder, then turned her head to look at the captain who was playing with his phone across the table without saying a word;

But he didn't seem to notice, silently playing the game on his phone to kill time. Zhuge on the side shouted secretly: "Sell a wave, Captain, sell a wave and we will win!"

"..."

"Brother! What do you mean?"

Zhang Nian slammed the table and shouted, "I've been hungry for so long, shouldn't you take care of me as my brother?!"

"Wait for Zhao Yang to come back."

Zhang Hao continued playing with his phone and said, "We are operating as a small team. We should eat at the same time. Don't be too willful. Even if there are no guests to entertain, we should wait for him to come back and eat together."

The man had a sturdy build, shaggy hair, an eye patch on his left eye, and a deep scar running from his forehead to his cheek, which was extremely hideous and had destroyed the left half of his face.

"Tsk, I'm just complaining."

Zhang Nian lay down on the table again, touching his rumbling stomach with his left hand, a look of despair on his face.

"Captain, sell, sell, sell. I lost again when I went."

Zhuge An had a look of despair on his face. He had never won a game against the captain, as if he had some bad luck buff. If only Zhao Yang was here, they could still beat him with two against one...

"I'm back! I was delayed by something on the way."

Zhao Yang pushed the door open, swung the car keys in his left hand, and then threw them on the sofa.

"Wuhu! Eat!"

Seeing Zhao Yang coming back, Zhang Nian happily picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the table and raised them above his head.

"Well, I'll go get some food from the refrigerator. By the way, where's Xia Luo? Zhao Yang."

After saying that, Lu Ya stood up and glanced at the open door.

"Behind me."

As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, Xia Luo, who had taken off his mask, appeared outside the door.

"Hello, let me introduce myself again. I'm Xia Riyue from Japan, a first-level magician."

The first time he entered someone else's home, Xia Luoze naturally wanted to leave a good impression, even if this good impression had been completely discredited by his own information. But this was his own personality. They didn't provoke him, so he had no reason to act superior in someone else's home. He should be humble.

This is a villa, a slightly remote villa, located in an area close to the north, rarely populated, and there are few houses on the way here. After a quick peek, there are only five people living in the villa, and they are all eating here.

"Oh! Your Mandarin is so standard."

Zhang Nian's attention was not on his first-level magician, but on his surprise that a Japanese could speak such standard Mandarin.

Zhang Hao glanced at Xia Riyue in surprise, but soon retracted his gaze and said, "Let's eat first. After we finish eating, I'll tell you what I know, and then you can go find it yourself."

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Xia Luolu nodded, put his backpack and cross-body bag on the ground, asked where the kitchen was, and went to wash his hands.

Watching Xia Luo leave, Zhuge's dark brown eyes glanced at the two black bags on the ground. If he remembered correctly, he did not see Xia Luo carrying that backpack when he left the airport. Usually, the backpack is used by sorcerers to store their magic tools...

"Don't look at it. It's just what you think, but it's better to pretend you didn't see anything."

Zhao Yang, who was waiting in his seat, said: "He is now a demon that cannot be redeemed. His character is so bad that I can even feel that he has lost interest in death."

"Really? Never mind."

Zhuge An put away the idea of ​​reporting this. He had spent the entire afternoon digging up everything that Xia Luoluo had done in Japan. Except for Zhang Nian, who was still a minor, he sent detailed information about Xia Luoluo to everyone in the team.

What year was he born, where did he live, and when did he enter the Tokyo Jujutsu High School? In just over a year and two months, he went from a third-level sorcerer to a first-level sorcerer, and his strength is estimated to be comparable to that of a special-level sorcerer.

It is estimated that he has a record of killing special-grade imaginary cursed spirits, but those embryos that have just been born can be eliminated by sending a first-grade magician or a tacit team of second-grade magicians.

The reason why it was defined as special grade was purely because the cursed spirit embryo could reach the special grade in a short period of time, rather than being a special grade in the true sense.

The rest are all about repelling and such, but even so, it is already terrifying enough. Perhaps the distortion of character is the drawback of this so-called genius, and it also proves that there is no so-called perfect human being in the world.

"If I'm right, this backpack should contain cursed tools, right? My brother and the others didn't let me touch it, so I'm going to touch it now. Even though it belongs to a guest, it shouldn't be a problem. After all, I'm just touching it, and I won't damage it."

Everyone was lost in thought. Zhang Nian, who was curious, quietly walked to the backpack. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, he saw a hand suddenly come into his sight, pulling his right hand that was about to touch it, and it was wet.

"Don't move, this is mine."

Turning his head, he saw that it was Xia Rishe who was washing her hands. Zhang Nian, who was caught, did not feel embarrassed and asked, "Is there a curse tool inside? I want to touch it."

"Sorry, I don't like strangers touching my things. Please understand."

Xia Luo gently pulled up Zhang Nian who was squatting on the ground. He didn't know what her technique was, and it was a very bad behavior to let others touch his things easily.

"slightly--"

Seeing that he couldn't be touched, Zhang Nian retracted his right hand that was being held, stuck out his tongue and left directly, muttering in his heart: "How stingy, when I grow up, my brother will also give me a spell tool, which is definitely more powerful than yours."

"I'm sorry, I didn't see her just now. After all, I was at home and didn't pay much attention to her. It's my fault as a brother."

Seeing Zhang Nian who had touched other people's things without knowing when, Zhang Hao apologized to Xia Luoluo, "My name is Zhang Hao, and I'm the captain of Team 7. You've met the other three this afternoon, so I won't introduce them to you. This is my sister, Zhang Nian. The technique is 'Transformation of Quality'. If you touch the cloth, it will only change the quality of the cloth, and it won't damage the things inside."

As if he was afraid of misunderstanding, Zhang Hao gave an explanation. Although he felt that it would be fine if he didn't explain, after all, it was his sister who made the mistake first, so he still had to do what he should do. This is the basic principle of being a human being.

"I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Seeing his brother apologizing to others for no apparent reason, Zhang Nian was speechless. He clearly just wanted to touch it to satisfy his urge, but at this moment he could only apologize as well.

It's a technique that can change the density and volume of an object. It feels like one will be very powerful if he is proficient in using it. Seeing others publicly reveal the technique, Xia Riluo said quickly, "There's no need to be like this. Children are just curious. It's understandable. Curse tools are actually similar to kitchen knives at home. As long as you inject the right amount of cursed power into them, they can kill cursed spirits. It's just that they are not strong enough and break easily."

"You're almost my age, why are you acting so superior?"

Listening to Xia Luoluo's words, Zhang Nian, who felt that he had done nothing wrong, rolled his eyes and muttered softly; besides, who would use a kitchen knife to exorcise cursed spirits these days, it's too cheap.

Seeing his sister's inexperienced look, Zhang Hao, as a brother, didn't know what to say. He just hoped that she would listen more and focus on studying instead of skipping classes every day to become a sorcerer.

He became a sorcerer because his family was poor, but he didn't want his sister to follow in his footsteps.

"Okay, it's time to eat hot pot. If you have anything to say, we can talk after dinner. Come on, Xia Luo, don't be polite. There are already a lot of vegetables, beef rolls and other things prepared here. Just eat whatever you want."

"Thank you."

Lu Ya put the last dish on the table, officially announcing the start of dinner. Xia Luo sat in the seat prepared in advance, eating dinner quietly and observing everyone;