[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Huailiang was in a rare state of enlightenment.

The nose was filled with the rich aroma of grilled beef tongue. She really didn't understand why Gojo Satoru would choose to grill meat at home.

You are obviously the one who is most afraid of trouble, right?

It is not normal to stay at home and "feel good for yourself" when you have money and free time instead of going out to enjoy the quality service of a star restaurant.

Is it because you're afraid she'll run away?

But there is no need for this at all. If she wanted to run away, she would not have accepted his invitation to come back in the first place.

The juicy beef was grilled in a beautiful light brown pattern, and the increasingly rich aroma tried to penetrate into her breath.

She has no physical body, but she still retains her sense of smell. The situation where she can only see but not eat is tantamount to mental torture for her.

Gojo Satoru prefers a lighter taste, so he did not prepare any overly strong dipping sauces. He preferred to taste the original flavor of the food, so he only used a little lemon sea salt as seasoning.

"What, you want to eat too?"

After chewing and swallowing the juicy beef tongue in his mouth, he showed a curious look on his face, "But you are 'transparent' now, so you can't touch the food at all."

"So, do you remember any memories of your existence as a human? After all, if you have an appetite for human food, you can't be a god, right?"

At this point, he grinned, with an unknown meaning flowing in his beautiful blue eyes, "After all, I met you at Izumo Taisha, and it happened to be 'God in the Moon'. The moment I saw you, I really thought you were a certain god gathered here."

They have already had two weeks of contact, especially last week when they could be considered to have a very close relationship. Huai Liang thought he had a certain understanding of Gojo Satoru.

She was already a little annoyed because the food had aroused her appetite, but she could only watch. She did not intend to deliberately establish a personal image in front of the other party.

After all, the more you say, the more likely you are to be wrong.

"So, you mean to compliment me on my good looks?"

Gojo Satoru was happy.

At the same time, he felt a slight itch in his heart, which he attributed to the normal reaction of being aroused: "Oh? Normally I say this to others."

"But you're not wrong... I just gave up the idea the next second. How could a god wear a skirt with blood spurting out on the chest?"

Gojo Satoru took a sip of cold soda to slightly suppress the disgusting taste of meat in his mouth. "It looks like someone pierced his heart with a sharp weapon - but his clothes are not damaged at all."

"Forget it. Your current transparent state is already very unscientific."

Huailiang felt a little surprised.

Based on her past understanding of Gojo Satoru, what she had just said actually contained a certain provocation.

Especially for Gojo Satoru, who is always so conceited and proud, it is a bit unscientific that he actually admitted that he thought she was pretty.

Huai Liang narrowed his eyes and quickly deduced various possibilities in his mind.

The final conclusion is, could it be that after experiencing the lesson of falling out with his best friend, the other party has finally become mature?

"Well, maybe."

Huailiang stood up from the sofa, "If there is nothing else important, I will go to the guest room to rest first. I feel a little tired."

She wasn't lying, she did feel a little tired as time went on.

Although she didn't know whether sleeping would help her regain some energy, she decided to give it a try.

After a small yawn, Huai Liang felt like a ghost wandering in a castle in a certain magic book that was popular all over the world.

She also didn't dare let Gojo Satoru try to attack her with cursed energy. Who knew if this guy had any sense of propriety? If he died again, there might be no chance of "resurrection" for her.

In the past, she felt that life was just like this, and there was not much difference between life and death. Perhaps it was the unexpected killing of Geto that aroused her fighting spirit.

She wanted to give it a try to see how difficult this crappy task was to complete.

"Well, a little full."

Gojo Satoru touched his abdomen and stopped eating. "If you are tired, go to sleep for a while. Tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, one of my good friends, Ieiri Naoko, will come to check on your health."

He seemed to have remembered something and spoke tentatively, "As you have no energy to replenish, you will probably become weaker and weaker. If sleeping can't repair it, then perhaps you have heard of the term 'incense'?"

Huailiang instantly understood what the other party had not said, and said angrily and amusedly: "I'm not a ghost."

"So, there is no need to burn incense and offer sacrifices to me."

Gojo Satoru looked a little disappointed when his proposal was rejected. He really wanted to try this method to satisfy his excessive curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

Her clear silver-gray eyes moved a few times, and Huai Liang tried to touch a certain ball of strange energy accumulated in her chest, and whispered: "Hurry up and digest the food."

The next second, Gojo Satoru jumped up in excitement. He reached out and touched his abdomen again, feeling it carefully, and said in surprise: "Hey, I'm really not full anymore. What kind of ability is this?"

"Spell spell? No, I don't see any trace of cursed energy flowing at all—"

He stretched out his hand and tried to grab the girl's arm, but it passed through a cloud of air. He was not discouraged and continued to ask: "How did you do it?"

Huai Liang originally just wanted to give it a try, and tried to concentrate and "touch" the unknown energy in his chest.

There was no way. As soon as she 'woke up', she had tried to sense and mobilize the mental power in her body, but the result was very frustrating.

She was simply unable to sense the existence of any tiny strand of mental energy.

In other words, in her current transparent state, she not only lost her physical strength, but also her mental strength.

The only good thing is that most non-magicians cannot see her. Perhaps she has indeed turned into some kind of inhuman existence similar to a cursed spirit.

The only difference is that she has completely retained her human consciousness, is not irritable, and has no appetite for human bodies.

Although it has not been confirmed whether she can be attacked by cursed power, the current situation of losing power makes Huailiang feel fear and anxiety about the surrounding environment, like a baby abandoned in the jungle.

Someone who has possessed extremely powerful powers will feel more uncomfortable after losing them than someone who has never had any power.

She had to admit that her first reaction when she met Gojo Satoru was joy.

Perhaps this is due to the fact that the last things she saw and heard before she died were the other party's "reluctance to stay" which was so chaotic that she was almost collapsed.

I felt a little bit like... touched or some other weird emotion.

But on the other hand, she understood very well that the Gojo Satoru who was standing in front of her and asking her if she wanted to go with him was not the Gojo Satoru who had experienced so much love and hate with her.

The two cannot be confused.

Therefore, after losing her power, she couldn't just sink into despair, or pin her hopes entirely on the conscience of this stranger Gojo Satoru.

Let yourself become like an 'experimental subject', the lowest being without human rights.

She has to demonstrate the value of her own existence and throw out a newer bait.

Now it seems that the effect is good.

"I do not know either."

Huailiang shrugged, his handsome brows slightly frowned, "I just saw that you were feeling a little uncomfortable, so I did this subconsciously."

Thump—thump—

This is the rate at which the heart beats faster.

Gojo Satoru hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not cover his chest with his hands again, nor did he make such a strange gesture in front of the girl he had just met.

This is already the second time.

He felt a little distressed and confused about the subtle changes in his body, but subconsciously chose to hide it.

He swallowed and lowered his voice: "Then I guess you can't explain why when I'm with you... I always relax involuntarily?"

Huailiang shook his head.

In the past, given that she possessed her own body and mental strength, she might have been able to explain this phenomenon as the natural 'emotional soothing' effect of a guide.

But now she... obviously shouldn't have such ability.

"I'm tired. Good night."