Jujutsu Kaisen: Throne

As he spoke, White Zetsu got up and walked to the edge of the bathhouse, smacking his lips: "The place you've set up is really quite nice."

"The soul inside the body has been completely driven away, and I feel much more comfortable taking over than before."

Future nodded, her gaze drifting into the depths of the bathhouse.

Crimson eyes pierced through the thick ripples.

Besides countless fragments of the cursed spirits' bodies...

The bottom of the bath was covered with the corpses of sorcerers, as well as the corpses of non-sorcerers who had specifically trained their bodies...

Approximately one hundred bodies lay dormant within.

Of course, the so-called non-magicians are not ordinary humans from the outside world.

Some were members of the Zen temple's hut-fearing team, while others were outliers among the curse masters.

After all, the future bounty will still be high on the black market.

In the future, if there is nothing else to do, he will order Shinichi to continue to add more supplies to replenish White Zetsu's reserves.

Gazing at the hell before him, a faint smile unconsciously crept onto the corners of his lips.

The construction of this bathhouse is truly thanks to Rime from the original manga.

The setup process was explained in such detail.

The bathhouse before us is the "bathing" ceremony held by Ryomen Sukuna after he seized Fushiguro Megumi.

To be precise, it should be called a "demon-making" ritual.

It can suppress the soul within the body, causing it to forever sink into darkness.

After the Gedo Mazo evolved, the number of White Zetsu born was not infinite.

His physical body cannot be created out of thin air using magical power.

Human corpses are the best medium for White Zetsu to experience the world.

Originally, in order to enhance the strength of White Zetsu, the future even used the still-warm corpse of a Level 1 Caster.

As a result, the White Zetsu's consciousness became entangled with the remaining soul of its original body, making it impossible to control it at will.

Occasionally, short circuits may occur.

Thus, the hell before our eyes was born.

Mirai glanced at Haruta, who was enjoying his work, and a faint murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

Originally, Shigemitsu Haruta was captured by Zenin Hisashi and Mirai initially intended to kill him.

Looking back, this guy seems quite suitable and efficient at this task.

With the help of the curse master who liked clothes hangers pleading for them, they will be temporarily put to good use in the future.

"Where's that HDB tanning guy?"

Mirai turned her head to look at Haruta and asked softly.

"The future head of the family, Tanzao is in his room crafting magical artifacts."

"Should I go and have it tanned?"

Chun Tai bowed his head respectfully.

"You can continue with your work, I'll go take a look myself."

After finishing speaking, Mirai led the White Zetsu and Naobi people, then turned and walked in the opposite direction from the bathhouse.

Haruta only raised his head and wiped the cold sweat from his face when the future's silhouette was completely shrouded in darkness.

"Another peaceful day, lucky."

As he spoke, Haruta turned to look at the group of bound spirits: "I still prefer being with you little cuties, it's much more comfortable."

Haruta pressed half of his face against the cold body of the cursed spirit, a look of enjoyment on his face.

The next second, a silver blade flashed in the darkness.

Bright purple blood burst forth along with Haruta's suppressed laughter!

Chapter 31 Dragon Bone, Red Lotus

"Brother Yellow Hair really has a special fondness for torture and killing."

Hearing the suppressed laughter coming from behind him, Bai Jue sighed softly.

"Hey kid, when are you going to send that blondie away?"

"how?"

A hint of surprise appeared on Wei Lai's face: "Could it be that you want to help avenge the cursed spirit after seeing it suffer?"

"cut!"

With his hands behind his head, Bai Jue strode with an arrogant air, seemingly unapproachable, and said disdainfully, "Although we're all the same kind..."

"But how can those inferior creatures be compared to me?"

Sensing the level of curse power emanating from White Zetsu, Naobi, who was walking at the back, twitched at the corner of his mouth again.

Are you serious about saying this when you only have a Level 4 certificate?

White Zetsu licked his long, scarlet tongue, a glint of greed in his eyes: "Don't you think that kid's technique is interesting?"

"A miracle spell? That sounds pretty cool!"

White Zetsu gazed intently into the future: "Let's not talk about 9527 anymore. Give me Haruta!"

moment,

Future nodded.

Seeing Bai Zetsu's overjoyed expression, Mirai added in a deep voice, "I can entrust Haruta to you, but we'll have to wait a while."

"The sorcerers at the Zen Temple are all busy with their own tasks right now. If you don't want to stay here and keep attacking the cursed spirits, then you should refrain from making any moves for the time being."

"Ah~~"

Bai Jue grumbled discontentedly, "You brought this old man down with you, why don't you just let him take over the job?"

Naobi: "......"

In the future, he responded softly, "He has other tasks to do."

Listening to the conversation between the person and the spirit.

The Naobi's gaze toward the White Zetsu gradually shifted from initial surprise to deep solemnity.

What does it mean to have an interesting technique... and then really want it?

Having witnessed White Zetsu awaken from a corpse, Naobi had a horrifying thought pop into his head upon hearing this.

The corpse this guy is occupying... doesn't seem to be just a rebirth.

......

We passed through a long, dark tunnel.

The howls of the cursed spirits behind them had faded into silence.

Instead, a series of crisp, metallic clanging sounds filled the air.

The darkness in the distance was illuminated by two dim candlelight, and a straight, motionless figure could be vaguely seen standing beneath the lamplight.

The three walked slowly forward, and the Naobi people remained silent once again.

The figure I saw earlier...

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a lifelike plastic mannequin.

Behind the model was a curved clothes rack, which was extremely bizarre.

The two wooden doors on the left and right sides of the passage were slightly ajar.

The mannequin and clothes rack were leaning against the left door, and the metallic clanging also came from inside the left door.

Without batting an eye, he pushed open the door on the left, and the dim scene instantly brightened.

"Haruta, how many times have I told you?!"

"Don't bother me while I'm working, or I might actually chop you into a clothes hanger and hang you up!"

The bald sorcerer, with his back to the three people, was half-naked and only wearing a gray apron.

The iron hammer in his hand kept striking the forging table, and sporadic sparks flew out.

With a casual glance at the cursed tools on the forging table, Mirai spoke softly, "Tannery, is the cursed tool you were asked to forge finished?"

A familiar yet terrifying sound came from inside.

The blacksmith paused in his forging motion in the HDB flat and quickly looked back.

"Master of the Zen Temple, it's almost done."

"Give the younger one another seven days, and I will definitely finish."

When Tanzaku turned around, Naobi could finally see the face of the sorcerer in front of him.

The area where the eyes connect to the nostrils is covered with thick black paint, and two bones are printed on the top of the gray apron that is hanging there.

It was precisely this heavy black pigment that made the fear in Tanzo's eyes even clearer.

The Naobi people were used to it; judging from their eyes, this guy had only been captured by the future for about two years.

Like the sorcerers of Zen temples...

ten years...

The body trembled involuntarily, but the eyes were only numb like a machine...

Future's crimson eyes swept across the room, and he said softly, "I will come again in seven days."

"You know the consequences if you don't complete it or achieve the desired effect."

"Master, don't worry!"