Jujutsu Kaisen: Unlock The Eight Secret Arts at the Start

Hearing Yamamoto's words, Ryuichi's face was slightly taken aback.

In the small city of Shanze, cursed fetuses will actually be born.

You know, the curse fetus is a symbol of the special grade, and only the special grade, the Curse that condenses the huge curse power is qualified to need the nourishment of the curse womb.

Even in the largest city in Fuso, Tokyo.

The number of special grades is also very scarce.

Embryos that have not yet fully developed are only seen once in the supermarket before.

The birth of a curse is nothing more than two situations. The first is huge negative emotions.

But Shanze obviously does not have such a huge population base to give birth to a sufficient number of negative emotions.

Then there is only the second possibility.

Cursed Object!

Premium Cursed Object!

It's the same special-grade Cursed Object as the tempura jade that I had before.

It can also breed special grades.

"Uncle Yamamoto, don't worry, I will help you with this matter."

Whether it was for Yamamoto's previous affection or to improve the progress of Dispatch Of Detained Spirits, that special grade embryo deserves another trip to Shansawa.

"That's great, Ryuichi, I've been driving crazy lately, and I feel like someone is following me wherever I go."

Yamamoto's three-layered chin, which was piled up with fat, trembled slightly with his breathing23.

Looking around suspiciously.

The faint feeling of being spied on by others is about to drive him crazy.

"You feel very accurate, uncle, not bad, much better than I first saw you."

When Ryuichi met Yamamoto for the first time, this solid-eyed developer was trapped in a development zone.

Almost eaten by Cursed Spirit.

"Hey, it's not the ring you gave me. It's very useful. I can see those weird things, but I listen to you, and when I see it, I treat it as if I didn't see it."

Yamamoto shook a silver ring in his hand, which was a practice work of Ryuichi Divine Armament Hundred Refinements.

Although it is not very useful, it allows ordinary people to see the Cursed Spirit.

"But, this time it's really not those monsters looking at me, like someone."

Yamamoto was still a little flustered.

But looking at Ryuichi in front of me, my heart is also quite settled.

After all, he saw with his own eyes how Ryuichi can easily get rid of a monster the size of a hill.

"Of course you can't see it."

Ryuichi gave Yamamoto a bottle of juice.

Then he looked at the door playfully.

Said quietly.

"Do you still want me to invite you?"

The moment the voice fell.

There was a ripple in the space outside the door.

A man in black gradually appeared at the door.

He looked at Ryuichi stiffly all over his body, and involuntarily pinched the corners of his clothes with his hands.

"Is there a demon behind this guy!!"

Ryuichi has been given a new nickname since the test of the Royal Front.

Stepping all beings under their feet, in hell, above the abyss, overlooking all beings...

Demon Lord! Demon Lord! !

"Mr. Ryuichi, I don't have any malice. The academy asked me to protect this Mr. Yamamoto."

The man's hands gathered above his head, his muscles tensed, and his expression flustered.

For fear of saying a wrong word, Ryuichi turned his head off.

He had heard that during the prince test, the Rukawa family had a few more words, so he chopped off his head and kicked the ball.

"Academic person?" Ryuichi clasped his hands together, pressing on the seat surface.

Looking closely at the man in black.

The man in black only felt that in the pair of moon-white eyes, he seemed to be thoroughly seen through.

My feet trembled slightly.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree.

In the previous battle, Ryuichi and Gojo almost interrupted the backbone of the younger generation.

The name of the devil is spread throughout the Jujutsu world.

Ruthless, resolute, killing without blinking.

All these labels are affixed to Ryuichi's body.

The best proof is the four Curse divisions who have mixed into the arena.

None of them have a whole body left.

"Sir! Our college has absolutely no malice against you!"

"This Mr. Yamamoto aroused our suspicion because he brought the Cursed Tool that can see the Cursed Spirit, so I followed him."

"If you know, Mr. Cursed Tool, you gave it, I would not dare to follow him if I killed him!!"

On the man's forehead, cold sweat continued to ooze.

Speaking is also like pour-out beans, and speak out all at once, for fear of speaking slowly.

There is no more chance to explain.

Ryuichi looked speechlessly at the college staff who was scared to pee on the opposite side.

I didn't seem to say anything, so I was so frightened.

Helplessly rubbed his forehead.

"Uncle, look at this guy, what do you want to do?"

"Ah? This...!" Yamamoto, who was watching the drama, didn't expect Ryuichi to ask himself.

Seeing that man showed a silly smile and said.

"I've seen this gentleman. The ones who came to solve my problem before have risen to the point that it is unnecessary to deal with it."

"I don't care, so be it."

Ryuichi tapped the tabletop lightly, making a light click.

As everyone knows, the whole body of the man was already wet with cold sweat.

When Ryuichi asked Yamamoto how to deal with it, his face was okay no matter how he died.

As for resistance.

Isn't that farting! Against the devil? Am I crazy or are you crazy?

It's not as easy as suicide.

"Uncle Yamamoto, you and this guy, let's go back together."

Ryuichi thought for a while before speaking slowly.

Yamamoto nodded obediently.

He also knows Ryuichi's means.

Feitian escape is too exciting, not suitable for a fat man like him.

"Are you [Window]?"

Ryuichi watched the man speak again.

The man nodded and said.

"Yes, Mr. Ryuichi, my Jujutsu has no combat record, so I can only do some auxiliary work."

"Well, Uncle Yamamoto will be responsible for bringing back Shansawa."

While talking, Ryuichi got up from the sofa.

Snapped!

He snapped a crisp finger.

The gloomy light appeared on his body.

A faint blue line slowly rises under his feet.

The tyrannical curse power instantly enveloped his body.

The terrifying coercion made the man afraid to look up.

As an ordinary person, Yamamoto felt nothing.

Shit!

Bang!

Ryuichi disappeared into the room instantly like a stream of light.

The speed was so fast that many phantoms appeared in the air.

"Guru!"

The man couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

Such a huge curse power, even Cursed Spirit is very difficult to have!

Is he really human?

"Well, this gentleman, is Brother Ryuichi very bad for you?" Yamamoto looked at the man with a smile.

But the man didn't know how to answer for a while.

He nodded hard and said.

"Mr. Ryuichi, well-deserved [Invincible] in this generation"

"Oh, it turns out that Ryuichi is so strong."

Yamamoto lowered his head lightly and tidied his clothes. In the mung bean-sized eyes, a little haze flashed through his eyes. .

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