bayedsolid Chapter 462 The situation is tense
Chapter 462 The situation is tense
"Tsk, boring." After listening to the conversation between the two, Ryoumen Sukuna sneered, "I thought you guys could say something meaningful."
"I don't have that much time to waste on you. Stop getting in the way and get out of here."
"I'll say the same thing back to you." Xia Youjie did not slack off at all because the person in front of him spoke to him with a familiar face. He said with a fake smile, "I thought you could say something nutritious."
As the words fell, in a dimension invisible to ordinary people, special-grade cursed spirits swarmed out in order from the streets, treetops, roofs, beams and even the edges of flower beds as they were summoned. The small ones were close, the big ones were far away, and their huge bodies gathered together cast shadows covering half the sky and blocking the exits from four directions.
"You should know no matter how you think about it. Since you are standing here, can we let you go?" Gojo Satoru chuckled, and the black and purple light ball in his hand flashed wildly. He waved his fingers like catching a ball, but his eyes were filled with calm murderous intent.
"Where do you think you can escape to?"
The relaxed and funny atmosphere just now disappeared, and the situation became tense in an instant.
"Escape?" Ryoumen Sukuna bit the word, raising his eyebrows in a playful manner, "I just find you annoying."
"If we really want to run away, it should be you guys who should run away."
"You used this hard-earned opportunity to prove that you don't intend to follow the plot in the comic book." Xia Youjie ignored his contempt and provocation and analyzed with a prying look, "Of course, you are not the kind of person who is willing to sit and wait for death."
"So, I guess you have other plans in mind."
"Heh." Ryoumen Sukuna Natsuyuki didn't comment on this speculation, but his attitude didn't get any better. He just said impatiently, "No matter how many ideas I have, does it have anything to do with you?"
"Have you ever thought about cooperating?" Xia Youjie said, "If you don't want to die."
"Cooperation? With you?" He repeated these two words, with a hint of sarcasm in his silence, and then burst into laughter, "How come you are the same as that woman."
"There's nothing to talk about with you guys," he said. "You can't even ignore those people's lives."
Using Suzuki Yuri's body, Ryomen Sukuna casually waved his hand, and an arc of cursed power appeared between his fingers. This arc of light cut through the space and slashed towards the forehead of a diner in the restaurant who had popped up to check the situation without knowing the truth.
As expected, he was blocked by the shoulder of a cursed spirit, and half of his body was blown up.
The man who nearly died was unaware of anything and continued to look around after giving me a curious look.
According to Ryoumen Sukuna's definition, such people deserve death.
"You know that guy and I have a bond, so it's impossible for me to kill or injure anyone." Ryoumen Sukuna couldn't hide his sarcasm, "That attack could only cut off his hair at most."
"But you still let your cursed spirit get in the way."
"In my opinion, this is the biggest problem of people like you. You tie your own hands and feet, worry too much, and stay where you are." Ryoumen Sukuna said, "Oh, and that woman, I think she is the one with the biggest problem among you."
"People like you are qualified to discuss cooperation with me?"
Let’s go back a few years, maybe 27 years ago, but it could also be last year.
Xia Youjie stood in the countryside of the mountain village, letting the blood of 112 villagers dye the land red. He had harvested many lives with his own hands and also initiated the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. Perhaps he still had indifference to these strangers in his heart.
However, he also served as a teacher at the Jujutsu High School twice, restraining himself with rules and justice, and walking the path of punishing evil and promoting good.
It is precisely because of this that cruelty and compassion are so strangely and harmoniously concentrated in the same person.
In a sense, these are the deep marks she left on him. Even if Xia Youjie wanted to, he probably wouldn't be able to erase them, not to mention that he didn't want to.
"When did this become a shortcoming?" Xia Youjie said calmly, "You've said so much, but you didn't tell me your purpose?"
"Purpose?" Ryoumen Sukuna laughed, "Hey, your name is Geto Suguru, right?"
Xia Youjie didn't answer him.
"That comic book, do you think I care about it?" His malice emanated from his body like a sewer that had been clogged for years and had not been cleaned, and there was no place to hide.
"Always nagging at me, I still don't think the ending is satisfying enough."
“Only a few people died.”
"Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ginza, Tokyo, Kyoto... there are only tens of millions of people. Not enough people died." He grabbed two handfuls of hair, tilted his head back and smiled wildly, with an intoxicated look, as if he was already standing above the mountain of corpses and sea of fire.
The ruins filled with fire and smoke, the rivers of blood, the countless howls of despair and pain, the purgatory-like scenes were all just a tiny part of the scenery under his control.
"It's nothing if only a few people died. Do you know how many people I killed during the Heian period?"
"Is that what you're using to brag about yourself?"
When Suzuki Yuri traveled back to the present and talked about this incident, Gojo Satoru had already returned to Kyoto and looked up relevant information.
His ancestor Sugawara no Michizane died before Ryomen Sukuna was born, and his descendants lived at the same time as him, so there are many documents left for reading.
During the most prosperous period of Ryoumen Sukuna, who appeared as the evil god of the demon star, he was once besieged by several special-grade sorcerers with strength equivalent to that of the special grade, but each attempt ended in failure.
The records do not record how many people he killed, but they do give a relatively detailed description of the scene at that time.
Inside and outside Heian-kyo, more than half of the children of noble families were killed, the size of each household was greatly reduced, and more civilians were killed and injured. Those who had a little wealth abandoned the city and fled, and those who could not leave stayed at home, lamenting that they did not know when the disaster would befall them.
When I went out at night, I could always hear the ghosts of the dead wandering around in groups near the city walls. At first glance, it seemed like there were a lot of ghosts, but later on, the number of ghosts was much greater than that of people.
At that time, the renowned Onmyoji Abe Haruaki had passed away, and other capable Onmyoji of the same era also died young, leaving no one who could balance him.
After Ryoumen Sukuna died, there was a robbery attempt on his body, which attracted hundreds of cursed spirits. The bloodbath was not quelled until the twenty fingers were completely sealed and scattered all over the place.
Even so, his shadow still loomed over Heian-kyo for hundreds of years. For a long time, parents would use the reputation of Ryomen Sukuna to scare their children who refused to go to bed. In this way, he was passed down and became a figure passed down by word of mouth.
Curse power is something that is linked to negative emotions.
Gojo Satoru himself is able to play such a big role because of the high efficiency of using the six eyes.
However, as far as Ryoumen Sukuna himself is concerned, his disgust, hatred, hostility and anger towards this world are probably the original source of his destructive power.
It seemed that this person had never been able to obtain or bring peace since the moment he was born.
But, what does this have to do with him.
"You said so much just to express your twisted and boring view of killing?" Gojo Satoru said uninterested, "Sorry, I'm not really interested."
"You don't need to be interested." Ryoumen Sukuna said indifferently, "You, Nozomi, and the nerve behind him, I'm too lazy to look at it any more."
"You'd better fight as badly as possible in that final battle."
Ryoumen Sukuna smiled excitedly and contentedly: "It would be best if both sides were injured. If I enjoy watching this, I might even be willing to give you some money as a reward."
"The last doomsday was pretty good." He said with a hint of regret, "It's a pity that you guys still have a chance to start over."
"Why not just die cleanly this time?"
After saying this, he looked at the overwhelming number of cursed spirits and the four people standing in front of him and let out a light sigh.
"Last time it was her, this time you guys ruined my fun again." Ryoumen Sukuna stretched, "Well, I've almost finished eating anyway."
"To be honest, the food of your time...is just like this."
"It's pretty disgusting to face you guys next, so just let her go."