From the curse back, I started to eat the clone's soft rice

"Ding! Detected that Xi'er eliminated a level one cursed spirit to protect the host. Reward: 500 points."

A few seconds later, the system prompt sounded again in An Xiu's ears.

"Tsk, boring."

Hei Xier returned to An Xiu's side through the hole that was smashed open and said something bored, then returned the control of the body to Xier again.

"The cursed spirits here have all been cleared away by Xier. It's already late, let's go back, Brother Anxiu."

After carefully sensing the surroundings and making sure that there were no missing cursed spirits, Xier spoke to An Xiu in a gentle voice.

"It's time to go back. I'm feeling a little hungry after running out so late. Xier, can you cook?"

"Well... although I don't know much, Xier will try my best."

......

After the two left, silence returned to the abandoned construction site.

But not long after, another strange figure came nearby.

"Really? It takes a lot of time just to find this godforsaken place. I'll have to ask the college for extra money later."

Chapter 5: Mingming’s investigation, suspected to be special grade?

"It takes a lot of effort just to find this remote place. No wonder the Higher Education Institute sent it out on a commission."

A tall, mature woman wearing a dark purple dress and with her silver hair braided into two long braids in front and back, complained that the target location of this commission was indeed a bit unfriendly, while walking at a leisurely pace to the abandoned construction site.

"This is it. I can't be wrong. It's a well-known suicide spot online. There won't be another similar building within a few kilometers."

He first looked from a distance, and after confirming that he had not found the wrong place, Mingming confirmed the information of this commission again.

"According to observations from the window, there appears to be activity by first-level cursed spirits at the location of this commission. In addition, there are also a large number of lower-level cursed spirits, the exact number of which is unknown..."

"It's a big order, so let's get started without further delay."

Mingming came out late at night to handle a commission, and planned to go to a familiar izakaya to have a drink after the commission was completed.

With skillful activation of the Black Bird Technique, he controlled the pre-prepared crow to fly over the construction site. With the help of the vision shared with the crow, Mingming observed the situation inside the abandoned construction site.

However, the mission location, which should have been inhabited by a large number of cursed spirits as reported in the intelligence, was now empty under Mingming's observation. Not to mention the first-level cursed spirits that were emphasized as possible, there was not even a shadow of a fourth-level cursed spirit.

"What the hell? Is there something wrong with the information provided by the Polytechnic Institute? The cursed spirits at the commissioned location have all disappeared. They can't possibly be going on a team building trip, right?"

"Wait... there are signs of fighting here!"

Circling over the empty construction site, with the help of the crow's vision, Mingming quickly discovered many traces of fighting.

It was like the ground was split in two by something sharp, the walls were broken, the buildings collapsed, and most importantly, there was still some cursed energy remaining on the battlefield that had not yet dissipated.

"Did someone get there first?"

Regarding this situation, Mingming did not seem to be angry about having her commission snatched away. After all, her commissions were always to collect the money first and then do the work.

Anyway, the money is already in her hands. It is none of her business if the mission target is eliminated first. The money cannot be returned. You can't let a first-level sorcerer make a wasted trip, right?

However, Mingming still controlled the crow to lower its flying altitude, preparing to collect some more detailed information to shut up the high commissioner.

As the crows flew into the construction site, for a moment, Mingming seemed to feel a cold and dead breath of cursed energy through the magic, which made people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hey, isn't this a bit exaggerated? I'm observing through the technique right now and haven't entered yet..."

The tall body stiffened for a moment, and Mingming raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Could this kind of cold and terrifying cursed power that seemed like pure death really be possessed by humans?

Damn, could a special-grade cursed spirit be born quietly in this crappy place?

Thinking of this possibility, Mingming retreated carefully to a place he thought was safe, and then used the black bird technique to control the crow to go deeper.

There were many traces of battles in this abandoned construction site, but based on observation, Mingming judged that most of the battles seemed to end instantly. The large number of cursed spirits that had gathered in this area seemed to have been killed instantly by some powerful existence, and there was no sign of any struggle at all.

The traces of battle in the entire abandoned construction site were mostly the same. I controlled the crows to fly into an important abandoned building and found that the situation inside the building was basically the same.

After flying all the way to the upper floor of the building, Mingming discovered some unusual traces from a large hole in the ceiling.

The remaining cursed energy here is more intense than in other places. This is probably where the first-level cursed spirit suspected to exist in the intelligence is located.

There are more traces of battle here than in other places, but they are still very limited.

By observing various places around the battlefield and calculating the number of attacks by both sides based on the destructive power of a first-level curse spirit, Mingming deduced that even if a first-level curse spirit appeared, the entire battle would probably only take less than ten seconds.

A first-level cursed spirit can’t even last ten seconds?

As a first-level sorcerer, Mingming is also confident that he can destroy a first-level curse spirit, but the battle process will never be so easy.

Continuing to fly upwards along the hole in the ceiling, Mingming soon discovered another place where the residual magical energy was obviously higher than the surrounding area.

"I see. Is there a second level one cursed spirit? I knew the information from the window was unreliable."

"but..."

Observing the second battlefield, Mingming soon discovered an absurd fact.

If we talk about the battlefield of the first-level curse spirit before, although the fighting process was very short, maybe only a few seconds, it was still a fight after all, and the first-level curse spirit that was killed had resisted.

But no matter how much Mingming observed the battlefield in front of him, he could only come to one conclusion: instant kill.

There was no sign of a fight at all. A powerful first-level cursed spirit was killed instantly without being able to put up any resistance.

The entire battlefield had only one scratch that ran through the floor and ceiling and divided them into two, which was more than ten meters long. Apart from that, there was residual cursed energy filled with a breath of death.

It was a massacre. Even the first-level cursed spirit was killed instantly in one move. It was obvious that before she arrived, a complete massacre was taking place in this abandoned construction site.

Judging from this point of view alone, the one who killed all the cursed spirits here before himself is definitely a special-level one!

in other words...

"Damn it, I lost money on this order?"

Compared to running to a remote place to eliminate a first-level cursed spirit plus a bunch of low-level cursed spirits, the commission related to the special level is several times more rewarding and dangerous.

In other words, for this commission, Mingming was equivalent to taking the commission money for clearing out the first-level cursed spirits and doing a special-level job for no apparent reason.

Taking into account the intelligence error from the High School, it turned out that there were not one first-level cursed spirit but two lurking here. Even if there were no current situation, there would be a high probability that they would suffer some losses.

Suddenly, Mingming felt like he had been taken advantage of.

"Add more money. We must ask the High Commissioner to pay more when we get back! I don't believe they wouldn't be interested in this suspected top-level intelligence."

With the idea of ​​making a fortune, after investigating the information of this abandoned construction site, Mingming did not stop at all. After lifting the spell, he immediately left here without stopping.

After all, there was suspicion of a special-grade presence, and judging by the remaining cursed energy, it was most likely not long ago. Now that the information was already in hand, Mingming would feel very insecure if he continued to stay nearby.

Chapter 6: Gojo Satoru's Arrival

In the evening, in Tokyo, at the top of a building nearly forty stories high.

A silver-haired man in a uniform, an eye patch, and a spiky hairstyle was standing on the edge of the rooftop wall in a casual posture that could scare someone with acrophobia to death on the spot.

The man was seen holding a cell phone and seemed to be talking to someone.

"Is there any information about the appearance of a special-grade one? It seems there is an unexpected surprise."

"Be serious, Wu! This time, there's absolutely no intelligence record. It seems this person is a special-grade one. We must investigate their identity and confirm if they're a curse caster. If possible, it would be best to win them over to the curse caster's side."

On the other end of the phone, Ye Mo Zhengdao, who had just dealt with Ming Ming, suddenly felt angry when he heard Gojo Satoru's familiar frivolous tone, and corrected him in a serious tone.

Since Mingming's commission was issued in the name of the high school, after returning to the safe area, Mingming sent the information to Masamichi Yaga, the principal of Tokyo Jujutsu High School, and extorted a large sum of information fees and compensation.

Ye Mo Zhengdao did not have any special feelings about this. After all, the special intelligence that had never been recorded was indeed very important. As soon as he got the detailed information, he contacted Gojo Satoru who was on a mission and explained the matter to him.

"Don't worry, I will go to the scene to investigate further and try to find any trace of the other party."

"If I can find the person and confirm that he is not a curse caster, I will extend an invitation to him. Of course, if he has no such intention, then it is none of my business."

What if the other party is a curse master?

Regarding this, Yega Zhengdao never asked at all, and he guessed how Gojo Satoru would answer if he asked.

"Don't worry. After all, I'm the strongest."

The figure originally standing at the edge of the building disappeared in an instant, and only the surging magical power around indicated that a powerful sorcerer had stayed here not long ago.

......

The next day, noon.

An Xiu slept until the sun was high in the sky, then he got up from bed yawning and was helped by Xier.

Of course, nothing happened after returning last night. An Xiu is not an impatient person, so he would not do anything to Xier on the first day after traveling through time.

No matter what, it takes some time to adapt, so last night An Xiu simply slept with Xier's sweet and soft body as a pillow.

As far as the experience is concerned, it is very comfortable. Sleeping with a beautiful girl in your arms is good for your physical and mental health. What netizens said in the previous life does make sense.

After washing up, An Xiu ate the breakfast prepared by Xier... no, it should be said that it was lunch. While Xier was washing the dishes, An Xiu sat in a chair in a daze.

He was thinking about a very important issue, which was how to make money.

Although he has traveled to Jujutsu Kaisen, he still needs money for food, clothing and other daily necessities. An Xiu's identity in this world is a high school dropout who works in the Internet industry. He doesn't earn much, which is barely enough to support himself, but he obviously doesn't have much savings.

An Xiu didn't plan to continue with this career since he wouldn't make much money anyway.

Although there are classic ways to make money by writing light novels and other time-travel stories, An Xiu also has no intention of writing them.

After all, he's a gigolo. Who needs to earn money? Then wouldn't he be eating for nothing?

Maybe I can consider some ways for sorcerers to make money. After all, Xier is still very powerful.

"Xi'er, I'm not going to work hard anymore. Can you come and make money to support me?"

"Hey, Brother Anxiu doesn't want to work anymore?"

Hearing this, Xier, who was in the kitchen, looked over and then nodded with a smile.

"Okay, Xier will work hard to make money to support Brother Anxiu."

"This isn't just about working hard to make money. After all, I still have a demand for quality of life. I have to eat and drink regularly, occasionally upgrade my computer and get a better graphics card, and spend a lot on games, light novels, and peripherals. It would be best if I could move to a bigger house. If you add all this up, Xier has to make a lot of money."

"Well, then Xier will definitely work hard to make a lot of money. When the time comes, I will buy Brother Anxiu a new computer, a new house, and other things that Brother Anxiu likes. Xier will also cook for Brother Anxiu, clean the room, and always be by his side."

"Yes, that's right. But don't worry, Xi'er. I will definitely materialize other clones to work together. I won't let you support me alone."

After getting Xier's answer, An Xiu fell flat on his face.

There are many ways for a sorcerer, or a powerful sorcerer, to make money, whether good or bad. With Xier's strength, she will never have to worry about making money in this world.

He just needs to wait for Xier to make money for him, and then he can spend it to enjoy himself.

"Ding! Detected the host lying flat, reward 50 points."

The system prompt sounded in my ears.

Yes, you can also earn points by lying down and relying on others to support you like this. After all, this is a classic act of living off others, and you can earn points continuously.

It’s just that the intervals are very long. An Xiu heard it once yesterday, and now it’s the second time. That means it can only be triggered once a day?

At this moment, Xier suddenly came to Anxiu.

"Brother An Xiu, someone is coming."

As she spoke, Xier looked out the window.

On the opposite street, a man with spiky silver hair and an eye patch was waving at the two people in the house.

Noticing the gazes of the two people, Gojo Satoru, who was standing outside, immediately smiled, which he thought was very serious and handsome.

"Hey, you two, good afternoon."

"Aren't you going to invite me in, or... come out and talk?"

......

I have to say that living in the suburbs does have some advantages, especially in the apartment where An Xiu and Xier are currently staying. It is difficult to find a few living people within a few kilometers, so there is no need to hide if you want to do something that is inconvenient for others to see.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Gojo Satoru. I'm a teacher from Tokyo Jujutsu High School and a special-grade sorcerer."

"By the way, if you two haven't been exposed to the information of the curse world, you might think that a special-grade curser is the strongest curser, and I happen to be the strongest among the special-grade."

On the rooftop of the abandoned construction site where Anxiu and Xier had cleared out the cursed spirits last night, Gojo Satoru briefly introduced himself to the two of them.

"How did you find us?"

An Xiu did not comment on Gojo Satoru's self-introduction. After all, he had known him in his previous life, and his low-key remarks were only within An Xiu's expectations.