I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"En." Wutiao took out the cursed object from his pocket and handed it to the knotweed.

"Look carefully, it's really disgusting..."

Then the knotweed threw it into his mouth without hesitation.

Gojo Satoru looked relaxed, but he was actually ready to go.

The second root...it's already a tenth, what happens?

Scary veins appeared on the forehead and the back of the hands of the knotweed, and the jet-black tattoo reappeared, and the strong ominousness burst out from his body in the form of a wave of air.

"Heh...haha...vomit—!"

A moment seemed as long as hours, the black tattoo faded away with a hiss, and the knotweed that raised its head again rubbed its neck and stuck out its tongue.

"Wow! It's so unpalatable, it's so unpalatable that I couldn't help but laugh!"

Gojo Satoru smiled meaningfully.

At this time, he has already determined that Knottoma Yuren not only has physical tolerance to severe poison, but also can easily maintain himself in front of Su Nuo.

It is rare to see in a thousand years... a genius!

"What's wrong?" Hezhuang looked at Gojo who kept smiling and said nothing, thinking something was wrong.

"No, it's nothing. It's as if you're ready—can I take that?"

"...not really."

Knotweed stood up shaking its buzzing head and moved its body.

"I still don't understand why I was sentenced to death, but I can't let the curse go."

What a troublesome last word...

"I will eat all of Su Nuo, and I won't know about it in the future."

The eyes of the knotweed were relieved, as if he could see the so-called end of life through the deserted road in front of him.

"My death...has been decided."

Gojo Satoru suddenly burst into a hearty laugh, and even couldn't help applauding.

"Not bad! I don't hate people like you~ It seems that this will be an interesting hell in the future. Pack up your luggage within today, and there may not be many chances to come back here in the future."

"Where to?"

"--Tokyo."

The steamy soda can was coldly stuck to the face, which shocked the knotweed, and turned around to find that Cheng Rang and Fu Hei had returned.

"Here, Coke, classmate Fuhei invites you." Cheng Rang pointed to the impatient and cold boy beside him, holding a can in his hand.

Fu Hei immediately retorted: "You were the one who pestered me to buy it..."

"Don't worry so much~"

"Going to Tokyo? Brother Cheng, what do you do..."

Cheng Rang stretched out his arms and put his arm around Fu Hei who looked disgusted: "Next, you and classmate Fu Hei will be enrolled in the Conjurer School. As an accompanying doctor, I was invited by Teacher Wu Tiao to be a school doctor, and the salary is not low. Woolen cloth!"

"It just so happens that my wife is there too, so don't be affected by our show of affection. Just let go and train, as long as you don't die, I can save you!"

Cheng Rang pushed the knotweed with his elbow, and the boy seemed to relax.

He also laughed out loud.

"it is good!"

"Then the departure time is set in the afternoon, go back and prepare your things, we will meet at the station."

Wujo raised three fingers and said, "By the way, you are the third student in the first grade."

"It's so little, hey!"

"Well, after all, there are very few conjurers."

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After packing up his grandfather's ashes and burying them under the tombstone of the Knotweed family, the boy bid farewell to his hometown where he had lived for 15 years, and packed his bags for Tokyo.

Destination: Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College, referred to as Tokyo Conjuration College.

After graduating from this school, many conjurers will still use it as a base to carry out activities. The school is not only an educational institution, but also responsible for the assignment, execution and support of tasks.

It is an important place in the magic world.

However, there seems to be a big difference between this school and the picture that knotweed had imagined.

The old-fashioned building in front of it exudes a mellow atmosphere of history like a temple that has been put aside for a long time. It is built of bricks and tiles, and is located in the deep mountains. There is no smell of a modern city, only the special fragrance of soil and grass leaves lingering around.

"Isn't it too remote? Is this really Tokyo?!"

"If the landmarks on the Shinkansen platform are correct, this is indeed Tokyo." Cheng Rang put his hands behind his head, and there was nothing in his hands.

Compared with the knotweed hanging with large and small bags, it is more than a little bit refreshing.

"The suburbs of Tokyo are nothing more than that."

"By the way, where is Fu Hei?" Hu Zhang looked left and right, it seemed that after arriving here, Fu Heihui didn't know where to go.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the side: "Go back to the dormitory to rest. Although the wound has been healed, the consumption of mana and energy still needs to be covered by a deep sleep to make up for it."

Cheng Rang said clearly: "No wonder he is always listless and doesn't want to talk to people."

"Ah no, in fact, he's the same when he wakes up."

"....yes?"

Gojo Satoru took the lead and greeted the two of them, "Anyway, both Youruhito and Dr. Cheng need to go to the principal for an interview first."

"headmaster...."

"Maybe you will be rejected for admission, so take it easy."

"Hey!? Then, won't I be executed immediately?" Hu Zhang shouted, pointing at himself in surprise.

"So you're not the boss." Cheng Rang scratched his head: "So the salary is still an interview? Why do I feel like I've been fooled."

hiss...

Just as the few people were walking and talking, another voice suddenly came from the body of the knotweed, cutting into the conversation.

I saw a mouth full of sharp teeth grinning on his cheek, and he squirmed to open his mouth.

"Sequences that don't speak for strength are boring."

The knotweed stick immediately slapped the protruding mouth.

"Sorry, teacher...this pops up every once in a while."

Gojo Satoru nodded in understanding and smiled, "Oh~ Your body has become very interesting."

"You haven't settled the previous account with you, kid!" Su Nuo's mouth emerged from the back of the knotweed's hand again, and the point of the conversation was directed at Wujo Wu.

"Come again..."

An arrogant smile appeared on those mouths: "When I take this kid's body, you will be the first to kill!"

Cheng Rang stood silently behind Wutiao, looking at the knotweed with interest.

The boy's current state seemed a bit similar to his own before he could hear Cheng Mo's voice.

Gojo Satoru's tone was flirtatious, "Oh, oh, it's a great honor to be watched by Su Nuo."

Snapped!

Hu Zhang slapped Su Nuo's mouth back again, then turned his head and said, "Is this guy really famous?"

"Ah."

【Nuo on both sides】

It is a fictional ghost with four arms and two faces.But he is actually a person who actually existed 1000 years ago.

At that time, it was in the heyday of spells, and all the magicians gathered to fight him, but they failed.

Later he was named Su Nuo, and we can't even do anything about the dead wax that has become a cursed object after his death for a long time.

"He is unquestionable - the Lord of the Damned..."

After listening to Gojo Wu's narration, Knotweed continued to ask curiously, "Who is stronger than that teacher, you?"

"Well... well. Su Nuo, who has recovered all his strength, should be quite difficult to deal with."

"Will you lose?"

Gojo Satoru intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Cheng Rang, who was looking around with his pockets in his back, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"I'm sure I'm going to win...and—"

Gojo Satoru stopped and looked up at the door in front of him.

"We have arrived."

No.17 Interview education?

As soon as a few people followed Wujo Gojo and stepped into the gate, they were attracted by the oriental interior decoration.

The window grilles densely block the bright light from the outside, making the place gloomy. Candles are still used as light sources on the ground, and the scent of burnt sandalwood lingers in the nostrils, making people calm down in a moment.

"Too slow, Wu!"

A rough voice came from the end of the room, with a hint of complaint.

"I'm 8 minutes late... You're always a few minutes late so you don't get scolded. Didn't I tell you to get rid of this problem?"

The temples are shaved upward

, the black hair on the top of his head stood up like thorns, and the word "Sichuan" was wrinkled between his eyebrows. A burly man with sunglasses was sitting cross-legged among a pile of dolls that looked like toys, holding a carving knife in his hand non-stop.

An uncle is carving very cute things! ?This was the first thought that suddenly popped into the mind of Hu Zhang after seeing the man in front of him.

Wujo Satoru had already clarified who the meeting person was before bringing the two of them over.

The uncle who carved the doll in front of him is the principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Curse Art—Night Moth Masamichi.

Gojo Satoru sighed softly, spread his hands and said, "Since you won't be scolded, then don't scold me. You're carving dolls anyway, so it's okay to be 8 minutes late, right?"

Noctua ignored Gojo Wu's slick tongue, raised the carved doll to look at it carefully, and then said without raising his head, "Are these two? Who is the kid who wants to enroll?"

Knotweed took the initiative to take a step forward and bowed 45 degrees to the moth.

"I'm Knotabazu Yujin, and my favorite type is Jennifer Lawrence! Please take care of me!!"

"What are you here for?"

The self-introduction of Polygonum cuspidatum was full of momentum, but at this moment, it received a blow to the head.

The teenager blinked, "...Interview."

"This is the high school of conjuration."

"...That is to learn spells?"

"I'm asking about the future." Noctua put down the carved doll in his hand, slowly got up, and looked down at the knotweed: "Learn the curse, learn how to get rid of the curse—and then what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Polygonum cuspidatum said with a straight face, "I want to take back Su Nuo's finger, it would be dangerous to leave it alone."

"—Why?" Night Moth pressed on, "Cases, accidents, diseases, people you don't know die every day, it's normal. If it's a curse, you can't let it go?"

Wujo Wujo and Cheng Rang, who was watching from beside him, looked at each other, raised the corners of their mouths helplessly, and leaned against the wall with folded arms, "Well...it's starting again~"

Knotweed's answer followed closely behind.

"Because the last words are like this, the specific details don't matter, I just want to save people."

"...last words? In other words, you resisted the curse because of [someone's] request?"

Peng Ka!

"Unqualified."

The night moth threw out a doll, and as the doll made a cracking sound, the doll without any clockwork device or control wire started to move on its own, and rushed towards the knotweed.