Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

A group of college students went on a trip together. They got lost in the mountains and were invited to the home of a warm-hearted villager.

During this period, someone recognized the village's special cursed spirit, and the villagers regarded it as an evil spirit that offended the gods.

Tied to the altar and burned in the fire, sinners were sacrificed and gods were worshipped.

What familiar lines, what coincidental plots, and what a complete script.

Another group of ignorant villagers.

Another innocent sorcerer fell victim.

It is said that when people face extreme absurdity, they always laugh for no apparent reason.

I think this sentence makes a lot of sense.

How else can I explain that I stood in front of the shrine, facing the villagers lying on the ground, looking at their numb and decayed expressions, and I couldn't help laughing.

what is this?

By deliberately arranging this so-called "exorcism" of the special cursed spirit, was he trying to remind me or to remind Geto Suguru?

I took a deep breath and calmed the surging emotions in my heart.

Water vapor passed over my hands and feet, and my whole body felt cold, as if I was immersed in a strange and eerie deep water.

There was a pair of eyes behind me, watching me from beginning to end.

No, not just watching.

Watching, thinking, waiting, waiting for my next move.

Geto Suguru who does nothing, Geto Suguru who always remains silent, Geto Suguru who waits quietly.

What is he looking forward to?

"Sugaru Jie." I asked him calmly, "Did you participate in what happened today?"

"No," he answered without hesitation.

"So, are you aware of this?"

He didn't speak.

I turned around and looked at him.

"I guess so," he said.

"When I mentioned running away to Hokkaido, when I said I wanted to give up this mission, it was you who insisted on coming."

I looked up at him, staring into his dark purple eyes: "You guessed that the top brass in the magic world would use this method to sow discord, but you still brought me here, right?"

He gave a helpless smile: "I just guessed that they would take some action, but I don't know what the specific measures are? So... I just came to take a look."

"No." I still looked at him coldly: "You want to know what choice I would make if I were faced with the same situation as you did back then?"

The smile on his face gradually relaxed, returning to his original expressionless look: "Yes, that's what I planned."

The leader of the Panxing Sect, who had been on the run for decades, had cursed hundreds of people, was infamous and notorious, and was known as the evil curser, finally revealed his true colors at this moment.

"From the first day I met you, I kept thinking about what you would do if you were in my situation."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, carrying the quiet madness of sinking into the abyss: "I had already given up, willing to lie in the alley and be killed by Wu. But you showed up."

"You showed up." His eyes were filled with undercurrents: "Glass asked me if I wanted to turn you into another me in the world. What she didn't know was that I had been looking forward to this from the very beginning."

"A person who has the same technique and cursed power as me, a brand new Geto Suguru who has not experienced the pain I have, if it happens again, will she make the same mistake again?"

He stood in front of me, about 20 centimeters away from me, his hair flying in the wind, and the hair fluttered on my cheek.

I was so close to him that I could hear his every breath and heartbeat.

I am so far away from him that I cannot open his heart to see what he is thinking.

I stood on tiptoe and put my hands on his shoulders. I was close enough that I could smell the faint woody scent lingering on him.

I looked him in the eye. "Xia Youjie, look me in the eye and repeat it again. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

This is how the tug-of-war between people works. If I take a step forward and he takes a step back, I will then press further.

If he doesn't retreat, violent collisions and conflicts will occur.

He didn't back down.

He said calmly: "I said, I want to see if you can become another me."

is it?

Xia Yujie, do you really think so deep in your heart?

I let go of my tiptoes, held up my bangs that were about to fall in front of my eyes with one hand, lowered my head and laughed softly, almost sighing: "Jie, you are still too gentle."

He was startled.

I took a step forward: "If that's what you really mean."

"First of all, you should have let me watch the people who needed protection die in front of me, but you didn't."

"Secondly, you should have made me lose a junior whom I valued very much, and let me know that he died while exorcising the cursed spirit, but you didn't."

"Then, you should use the excuse of improving your strength to force me to swallow one unpalatable cursed spirit after another, and make me lose all my patience in the endless exhaustion. In the end, make me despair." I raised my eyes and urged him sharply: "Xia Youjie, do you have it?"

"In the old torii, who asked me to take off my coat and cover me? Who asked me to lie on his knees and rest? Who patted my back to comfort me when the thunder was roaring?"

"Xia Youjie, answer me, was this all done by a dead person?"

He was silenced by my series of questions, and stood there stiff as a stone pillar, unable to move.

Finally, I took another step forward.

Now we are extremely close.

"Jie, you are so gentle. So gentle that when you force someone, you always use such gentle means."

I closed my eyes and said, "You are not fit to be a bad guy. So, try another way."

He froze in place.

A huge fire was burning around the altar, and we looked at each other in the firelight.

"..." Without saying a word, he suddenly pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly, forcefully, recklessly, and desperately, as if he wanted to embed everything into his own body, with full of intense and throbbing emotions.

I knew he needed an outlet for his emotions.

The pulse near the heart rises and falls, and the rhythm has long exceeded the normal limits.

His breathing became short and the time it took for the air to pass through his throat, into his lungs and then be exhaled was also shortening.

I could feel that at this moment, the building in his heart was shaky and on the verge of collapse.

The number on his wrist started to feel slightly hot again. Through his back, I saw that the number on it jumped from "贰" to "壹".

I finally have a clear understanding of this number.

If I hadn't run so fast on the day of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, this thing would have followed me on the first day, and the number would not have been "three".

Since the character I am cosplaying is Geto Suguru, then it is closely related to Geto Suguru.

It should change every time a major event related to Geto Suguru occurs.

Until it becomes "zero", the door to another world will open, and my fate with this world should end here.

So, what was the last major event related to Geto Suguru?

I touched the Curse Jade in my pocket.