Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Dust was everywhere, and Su Ze was choked and couldn't open his eyes.

I'm really unlucky today - or rather I'm never lucky every time I encounter a cursed spirit... This seems to be nonsense, if I'm lucky I won't encounter a cursed spirit.

She... Never mind, I'd better call myself "he".

To be honest, he still doesn't like his current life. Of course, he doesn't hate his current companions - rather, it's because Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Naoko are by his side, plus An Utahime, Yogama Masamichi, and Meimei are his daily contacts...

It was precisely because of the existence of these people that he reluctantly accepted this kind of life - a life where life and death were a hair's breadth away, and where one was always in fear when going out on a mission.

He vaguely remembered that Gojo Satoru would become very strong, extremely strong.

But the facts proved that Gojo Satoru was not born invincible. At least now, when they practiced against each other, he might have a better chance of winning.

In this case, Gojo Satoru might also die in the mission. He might even be more vulnerable to being targeted due to the gimmick of being the next head of the Gojo family and his reputation as the holder of the six eyes.

I am an unknown and powerless person like me. I am afraid that the three major families will also value me and try to win me over in the future, right?

——The days ahead are going to be really awful just thinking about it…

But luckily, I am a half-baked Taoist priest. If I can't do anything, I can just follow the old saying of our ancestors and let nature take its course...

Unfortunately, he is a person who values ​​substance, and once he forms a bond with someone, he absolutely cannot let go - not to mention watching those guys go to their deaths.

He thought, if only there was a way to have a "happy ending" in exchange for him having to pay the price alone.

Then he might be able to wave and say sayonara freely...but, maybe Nozomi would cry for herself, right?

I’m afraid those two guys will be sad too?

But compared to the uncertain future that everyone will face, the sacrifice of one person seems to be nothing...

Another thousand years later, the magic world might spread the word by word of mouth: a thousand years ago there was a great man who saved the world - just like the brave hero in Western fantasy.

Su Ze was choked by the dust and bent over to cough. He waved his hand to disperse the dust in front of his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

He cleared away the twists and turns in his mind and opened his eyes to look forward.

——What are you going to do?

Yes... Get rid of the curse. Get rid of the curse.

Su Ze stood up shakily. Her slender female body seemed fragile, and her whole figure became softer as her hair grew longer.

She rubbed her head to dispel her tiredness and dizziness, and walked towards the road that led to nowhere.

With every step he took, the road behind him disappeared completely, and the scene behind him was like broken pieces of porcelain, shattering at the slightest touch.

The road ahead was mired in darkness, winding along that void, with no end, no signposts, and no companions.

……

The setting sun is slanting down, and the sunset glows brightly.

A long cobblestone street.

The light shines directly in from the end of the street, and the patinated bluestone road forms a mirror-like reflection.

At a corner of the long street, there was a person standing against the wall, a man. A man who was seriously injured and could hardly even breathe.

He was wearing a dark blue robe and had disheveled hair.

The injury on his right shoulder was shocking, and the sound of his exhalation was like a broken bellows, hoarse and harsh.

At the other end of the long street, a tall and thin figure slowly walked towards the alley.

The man put his hands in his pockets, revealing the backs of his hands with distinct joints. The high-collared uniform made his neck look slender and elegant.

The eyes, as shiny as sapphires, were devoid of emotion; the tapping sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was loud and crisp.

The man standing against the wall breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down against the wall.

The standing man had white hair with the ends of his hair blowing in the wind, and he looked down at the man condescendingly.

"You're so late... Wu." The man leaning against the wall raised his head but didn't look at him.

……

Su Ze was surrounded by cursed spirits, layer upon layer, endless.

Several flying swords shuttled back and forth, their blades covered with filth. Sticky blood and flesh dripped down the blades. Three small fiery red swords protected Su Ze. Whenever a curse spirit approached within a few meters of her, the red flying swords with flowing cloud patterns would accurately chop off their heads.

The curses made a creaking roar and surged towards Su Ze like waves. She could only hear these unbearable and weird cries, and the only other sound was her own breathing.

Su Ze looked around slowly, and saw the black tide. The cursed spirits in the distance were gathering like black dots - enemies were everywhere.

Su Ze did not stop, his eyes fixed on the white light in front of him. The firefly-like light floated up and down - or perhaps it did not float because Su Ze's body was unstable.

Regardless, she didn't care.

The remains of the cursed spirits behind her piled up like a mountain, and the cursed spirits farther away from her were swallowed up into the darkness, but ahead on the road, an endless stream of curses of various shapes swarmed in.

The cursed spirits ahead blocked the road again, and the evil creatures of varying heights blocked the white light.

——The white spots can be vaguely seen between their bodies. No matter how hard you try, you can't completely cover them up.

Su Ze stared at the light without blinking, ignoring the situation around him.

The killing power of the flying swords remained the same, as if the curse power of the curse spirits made them even more excited, but the frequency of the three blazing red swords increased. The curse spirit that rushed closest was almost touching Su Ze's forehead -

But Su Ze's eyebrows flashed, and at the same time he raised his eyes to glance at the curse that was approaching her, and a layer of green electric cloud was attached to his dark eyes.

The next moment, indigo light burst out instantly, and the extremely wide energy fluctuations instantly swallowed up the curse spirit in front of him. The blue-white lightning drove straight into the curse tide in front, and the blue energy with lightning sparks instantly wiped out the existence of the curse.

The great wall of flesh and blood in front of him, which was built by countless cursed spirits, turned into a pool of rotten meat in an instant.

The fifth hexagram: Zhen.

The sky was filled with blood mist, the smell of blood penetrated into every pore, blood spots splattered on the hair and cheeks, and the already fair and shiny skin looked as holy as an angel under the deep red color difference.

She remained calm and composed, moving forward at an unhurried pace. She was as still as a well, not even blinking.

She just stared at the light, letting the blood mist condense into beads on her cheeks.

She stepped on the blurry mass of flesh and blood, and the sticky feeling from the soles of her shoes made her feel nauseous.

The sportswear and baseball cap helped to cover most of the blood drops, and the few blood spots blooming on her cheeks were as enchanting as red spider lilies.

More powerful curse spirits were gathering in the distance, and the ones that had escaped the net by his side began to attack. Su Ze's body was filled with Qi, and he was involved in a hand-to-hand fight for the first time.

……

"Who are you?" The white-haired man looked coldly at the guy standing between him and his best friend.

It was a girl with short white hair in a neutral style, lively features and a flat chest. She opened her arms and stood directly in front of the person behind her.

Not to mention the white-haired man, even the man in the cassock behind him couldn't imagine who would come to save him, or who would dare to stand in front of his best friend - his strongest friend.

She is very young, but her eyes are determined.

"I'm sorry, but I won't let you kill him."

This white-haired lady said so.

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(Do these two chapters count as a small climax?)