Jujutsu Kaisen: Unlock The Eight Secret Arts at the Start

The shameful anger kept burning in his heart.

"Don't worry, Ryuichi, my family will send Gouyu to you tomorrow." Zenin's parents looked at Jia Maoya triumphantly.

"My family? I don't seem to have anything to do with the Zenin family anymore. The reason why I still have the surname Zenin is entirely because this is the only thing left to me by my parents."

"You don't have any other ideas, otherwise I don't mind. In the future, there is only one Zenin in this world!!"

Ryuichi's voice is cold and sharp, and his eyes are electric, and he has no liking for Zenin's family.

No matter how the other party posted it upside down, it was difficult for him to show the slightest compassion.

After saying this, without waiting for any reaction from others, a faint light suddenly appeared on his body, like a stream of light, breaking through the sky.

"Tomorrow I want to see what I want to see, otherwise..."

He didn't finish the deep meaning of what he said, but everyone really listened to it.

A moment after Ryuichi left.

The arena fell into a long silence.

"Academy, I hope I can get your explanation in the end." Jia Maoya glanced at the depths of the academy, and in this way, he concealed his embarrassment.

"Cough cough cough~ everyone, what happened today, our Tokyo Academy, will give Big Three Sorcerer Families a satisfactory explanation."

"However, the old man and Master Tianyuan still have some important things to discuss, so I won't leave you!"

A melodious voice came slowly from the deepest part of the academy, and everyone who heard the voice felt that the whole body seemed to become more relaxed, and even the soul seemed to have been baptized.

"Old Fox~"

The minds of the elders of Big Three Sorcerer Families were surprisingly the same.

...............

Woooo~~

Quack~~~

The weird cry of the crow and the wailing of the undead seem to be the main theme of everything.

Anyone who hears that voice will feel a little shuddering.

In the cold and deep canyon.

Countless crows are flying all over the sky.

The black feathers continued to fall in the sky like heavy rain. ,

Every time the man in black takes a step, a crow falls behind him.

Click!

Click! !

Click! Click! !

Every piece of land he walked was covered by the bodies of crows.

It's like a road to death piled up with life.

This valley is one of the most famous places in Fusang.

Suicide Valley.

Every year, more than 3,000 people in Fusang will appear in this valley to watch and commit suicide.

They died in a strange way.

But without exception, these humans have a common feature, that is, their internal organs all disappear after death.

Even more bizarre is that the abdomen of the dead did not show the slightest wound.

It's as if these humans have never grown viscera.

There are countless legends about this canyon, and even countless people who are looking for wonder and thought have come to visit one after another. Those who are not far away should also come to see this misty death canyon.

But I don't know why.

Tonight's Death Canyon is exceptionally quiet.

The man in black walked on the slender road in the canyon, and every step he took represented a fall of life.

finally. ,

He stopped in front of a cabin.

The black cursive power continuously surged up and down his whole body, and the unknown aura slowly radiated from his body.

As if calling something.

Crunch~

The dilapidated wooden door let out a cry of overwhelming grief.

A small old man walked out of the wooden house.

The old man was naked.

Slowly walked in front of the man in black.

Looking at the group of crows that had covered the entire ground with corpses behind him, he pursed his mouth.

"Use this kind of thing to fool me again~"

The old man's voice was like friction coming from a worn-out blower, and there was a burst of goose bumps.

He squatted on the ground and took out a pipe at random.

Take a sip happily.

But if you look closely, you will find that it is not a pipe at all, but a human head that has been shrunk countless times, with a joint, and it is sucked in his mouth.

He squinted his eyes, as if with a bit of enjoyment.

On the road to death formed by the crow, a translucent breath quickly gathered in the air, and quickly moved closer to the old man's ‘pipe’.

"Yaro, I hope you can help me. We have a chance in this era." The man in black sat beside the old man, his voice heard from the crow on his shoulder.

The old man didn't look at him, but tapped the ground lightly with his pipe.

"Help you, the plan of that fellow Ryōmen Sukuna and Baqi Orochi? I'm not interested."

"Plan this, calculate that, what do you think of yourself."

"Since a thousand years ago, I have been impatient." The old man complained a little bit, and said again after smoking a cigarette.

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"Didn't you have a big plan before? You failed?"

"Yeah~ The guy from the Gojo family is even more perverted than the Gojo of Zeng Jin, and in this generation, there is also a monster that is not weaker than him."

"Yaro! Think about it. We are the real "human beings." How many years have this world been occupied by disgusting worms, we should be the masters of this world."

The man in black took off his headgear.

Revealed his true colors.

That face was actually eighth similar to Gojo Satoru, with silver hair and blue eyes and sword eyebrow star pupils.

"Lie, how many years have you used this body." Yaluo didn't respond directly to his attitude, but looked at the man in black as if he was reminiscing something.

... ........ .......

Known as the lie of the man in black, he touched his cheek with his left hand and gently rubbed it a few times.

"I don't know, I have lived for too long. But compared to the oldest of the Cursed Spirit, I am still young. Are you really unwilling to help us?"

"As long as you join us, our plan will be sure to succeed. My purpose is different from Baqi Orochi and Ryōmen Sukuna."

"I want to bring back all the ‘king’ of Cursed Spirit. He has slept for too long, and has been forgotten by the world for too long."

"Yaro, don't you want to resurrect your'brother'?"

Yaluo didn't speak, but just put the chimney on the ground, the red curse power on his body clung to him like a spider web, and two sharp horns appeared on his head.

A red line rose below the corner of the eye.

"Haha~ Lie, you guy was born among human lies, cheating everything, you are different from all pure Cursed Spirits, you can even cheat yourself."

"But, for this alone, I believe you."

"Because everything in this world cannot be deceived..."

"die!!!"

Since the birth of human beings, they have been constantly fearing everything they don't know.

Endless negative emotions are constantly increasing, and the horror born from that negative emotion is Cursed Spirit.

And the most primitive and deepest fear of mankind, there will always be only one, that is, the complete end of life.

The pain of eternal parting,

And the unpredictable panic about the world after death.

die! ! This is the deepest fear! ! ! earth.

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