Jujutsu Kaisen: Above the Throne

The two of them walked to the door of Jiku, and a layer of pitch black barrier enveloped the entire entrance to the basement.

The black pupils of the future instantly transformed into a kaleidoscope.

I sensed the fleeting terrifying spell.

As a first-level sorcerer, Dhibito also felt a throbbing from the depths of his soul at this moment.

After a while, a door-shaped passage opened inside the black barrier.

At the other end of the passage, Chanyuan Shouzheng, who only had his right hand left, bowed and waited respectfully.

Future stepped into it with an indifferent expression, his scarlet eyes constantly scanning everything inside the barrier.

That cold gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the thick rock wall and penetrate the underground entrance covered by the spell. Everything seemed to be invisible.

The three of them came to the room on the first floor where the magic tools were placed. Mirai Chaochan Yuan Shou coldly ordered: "Tomorrow you will go to the high school in person to bring the experience information of the Ten Shadow Techniques to Gojo Satoru."

"Take another 60 million in cash and hand it over to Ming Ming from the high school in person."

"yes!"

Hand over the Zenyuan family's treasure to the hostile Gojo family...

Such an outrageous order, Chanyuan Shou complied without thinking.

After taking out the information on the Ten Shadow Techniques from the spell library, Zen Yuan Shou turned around and left the barrier.

He still had to go outside to ask for cash from Jinyi, and then waited for dawn to leave for the high school.

This execution speed is not an exception.

Ten years...

The magicians who are still living in the Chanyuan family today have already transformed into the shape of the future.

"Old man, follow me."

"From now on, you will be responsible for the work on the second underground floor."

Future said softly, walked to the entrance of the second underground floor and knocked on the black barrier covering the door.

In Jiku, each layer of the underground is covered with a barrier.

The defense is not very strong, but serves more of an early warning function.

After all, there are only a few skilled magicians in the entire conjuring world, not to mention the Chanyuan family.

And the only thing that can be remembered in the future is the memory of the brain.

"Hi~Hi~"

"Come on, come on, is the magic spirit delivered so quickly this time?"

A rather pleasant voice came out of the barrier that opened on the second underground floor.

The golden crooked ponytail has three pink and purple triangular marks on each eye.

When someone comes, the curse master faces Haruta again.

Chapter 29 Cursed Hell

The full moon hangs high.

High School, the hut of Noctua Zhengdao.

The burning candles sizzled, and the orange-yellow candlelight dispelled the darkness of the room.

The noctua sitting among the dolls was knitting with a serious look on his face.

Glass, who was dressed as a doctor, frowned and looked at the time on his watch, and said coldly:

"I warned you, you should have informed that scumbag an hour in advance."

Noctua mended the doll in his hand and responded without raising his head: "I gave half an hour's notice."

"It can only be said that that guy's habit of being late is getting worse and worse."

Glass: "In the advanced stage, there is no cure."

Squeak!

Gojo Satoru, who was being complained about by the two people, arrived late under the moonlight.

"Sorry, sorry."

"I didn't expect you, a busy person like Glass, to be here."

He said he was sorry, but with his hands in his pockets and his unruly attitude, it didn't seem like an apology at all.

"Too slow, Satoru!"

Noctua put down the needle and thread in his hand and said seriously: "I haven't settled the accounts with you for the destruction of the residential area yet!"

"Okay, just two or three houses."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said in a casual tone: "Old rules, you will deduct it directly from my salary."

Before Noctua got angry, Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at Glass: "Did something happen that made you, a busy man, stay here to wait for me?"

"Principal Noctua told me about your previous analysis of Bai Jue."

Glass frowned and lit a cigarette: "Your analysis is correct. You have dissected the body of the cursed spirit..."

"Perhaps it shouldn't be described as a curse..."

"As you said, he is more like a walking corpse wrapped in a curse."

"Anatomy?"

Gojo Satoru frowned.

Noctua spoke up at the right time and told what happened after Gojo Satoru left during the day.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face: "I confirmed with my six eyes that the white thing is not a puppet controlled by someone's magic."

"And it also has the ability to communicate. Is it some kind of new breed?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin and looked thoughtful: "Otherwise...in addition to curse spirits, there are also ghosts in this world?"

"Borrowing a dead body to bring back a soul?"

"What stupid things are you talking about!"

Noctua scolded.

If even the ghosts were to come, then the world would have been over long ago.

"Glass...you don't really believe it, do you?!"

Noctua looked at Glass who was thinking about it and said in a surprised tone.

"I think what Gojo said is not necessarily wrong."

At this moment, let alone Noctua, even Gojo Satoru had a hint of surprise on his face.

Glass took a deep breath from the cigarette and said in a solemn tone: "Actually, when you arrived today..."

"The curse spirit is already dead."

"What?!"

Noctua's face changed drastically, and his distorted face pushed the sunglasses off his face.

"already dead?!"

"Do you know what you are talking about?!"

Noctua asked loudly with his eyes widened.

After the curse spirit confirms death, the body will turn into powder and dissipate.

There has never been an exception to this common sense since thousands of years ago.

No matter how powerful the curse spirit is, it cannot be spared!

"Mochi?"

"Glass, are you really not mistaken?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, also in disbelief.

Hearing this, Jiazi's face suddenly darkened: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

Not to mention strength...

On issues related to the medical field, the doubts on their faces were a naked humiliation for Glass.

Noctua suppressed the shock on his face and said quickly: "Glass, I and Satoru didn't mean that, it's just that this matter is too unbelievable."

Glass waved his hand: "I didn't say anything in the medical room during the day because I didn't want those students to hear it, especially Maki."

"After the first dissection, I was basically sure of that guy's true identity..."

"Then I made a small opening in its brain and heart."

"Even a first-level curse spirit has absolutely no chance of survival."

"Besides, that guy is only level 3 even if he can survive."

Noctua picked up the sunglasses that fell on the ground and calmed down a little: "The future teacher said it was okay when he left..."

Glass spit out a cloud of smoke from his mouth and murmured softly: "Who knows..."

.......

Zenyuan Mansion, Jiku is on the second basement floor.

The direct person looked at the frightened curse master in front of him, his expression as usual.

Usually this guy is at the entrance to the second layer of the barrier and is responsible for receiving the cursed spirits they capture alive.

Although he looks simple and thin, he is actually bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the fullest extent.

If there is a seriously injured or weak magician in the team escorting the cursed spirit, this guy will even make a sudden attack!

He has no purpose at all and just wants to kill beings weaker than him.