Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Chapter 82 A strange feeling

The system algorithm cannot deduce the influence of Tsukuyomi Tsukumi on Ryomen Sukuna, which is precisely the most influential aspect.

Use "love" to restrain an unforgivable villain?

System: "I always feel that this kind of person cannot be influenced by something like love."

System: "Why don't we just forget it? Jinmi is so tired... and this is too dangerous! I protest!"

It was naturally impossible for the two-dimensional gods to tell them about the conversation with the world consciousness, and they simply rejected its suggestion in a mysterious manner.

"Hmm...Ryoumen Sukuna is indeed a bit dangerous."

If an ordinary person has feelings for someone, they would show shyness; but if it is Ryomen Sukuna... if he notices the uncertain influence, he would probably choose to suppress it with his own hands.

Tsk, it’s all Sukuna’s fault for not understanding love!

The 2D God: "How about this, arrange a free prop, like the half body of a monster or something, and connect the life and death of the old man with Ozumi, so that he won't go crazy anymore."

System: "Does this mean a bond of life and death? Is it going to be permanently activated and cannot be dissolved?"

Second dimension god: "Hmm...it's one-way, you guys can set it to voluntary termination according to the time point, yeah! That's it, I'm going to the book signing event, mua~"

*

The white cub, whose body was not even as tall as a car beam, strained to listen to his friend's words with his head tilted upwards, while tightly holding the "Rabbit" Shikigami given by the friend.

The round, short little hands held the crumpled origami with care.

Zenin Kazuhiko: "Next time we meet, I'll teach you how to repair an origami shikigami."

Tsukuyomi Tsukimi: “…” (stares…)

Zenin Kazuhiko: "Next time we meet, I will bring you the best doctor in Heian-kyō, who will definitely heal your throat!"

Tsukuyomi Tsukimi: “…” (stares…)

Zenin Kazuhiko: "See you later!"

Zenin Kazuhiko got on the carriage and said goodbye to Tsukuyomi and left. The six-year-old little glutinous rice dumpling already knew what parting was. His glass-like eyes flashed with regret.

Unexpectedly, Chanyuan and Yan had just left for a few days.

This peaceful life away from the hustle and bustle of the world was disrupted by another uninvited guest.

early morning,

Tsukuyomi was dressed up by the priests and prepared to go to the neighboring village to worship the Inari God.

Normally there is no shortage of rain at this time of year, but this year the timing for planting late rice is not good. The sun is scorching brightly in the sky, and there is a sense of drought. The land is no longer moist, and daily manual irrigation alone is far from enough.

When Tsukuyomi was three years old, he was also brought in to perform a ritual.

Because his appearance is too convincing, with snow-white hair, red eyes, delicate features, and the fact that he is silent, as if he doesn't care about anything in the world, there is indeed a bit of divinity in him.

Dressed up like a mascot, he sat in a sedan chair with four open sides, holding a fox statue symbolizing the earth element in his hands.

On both sides of the road, villagers pray respectfully.

The priests and the shrine maidens chanted incantations in front of them to clear the way.

suddenly

A disheveled man jumped out of the bushes. He was dressed like a warrior, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, his face was covered in blood, and his dark clothes could not hide the wound on his front that was bleeding. It looked like a fatal injury.

While walking towards the middle of the road trying to intercept the sacrificial procession, he looked back at something in panic, as if he was being chased.

The world was in turmoil during the Heian period, and no one wanted to be too involved in such matters, so they avoided him.

Unexpectedly, the man looked at the ceremonial procession in panic and rushed directly towards Tsukuyomi Tsukumi. He made hand seals to control everyone present, then took out a bloody dagger from his arms and cut a wound on Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's hand.

Secretly took out the small wooden box and opened it

Tsukuyomi felt something like a bug swishing into the wound, and then met the man's eyes.

He then twitched as if relieved and then pressed heavily on Tsukuyomi.

The blood-and-dust liquid drenched his holy white garments,

The witch reacted quickly and pulled the man away, but he fell down after just one touch.

"He, he... is dead!"

"What bad luck! Maybe he was chased by his enemies and fled here!"

"How can we continue the sacrifice now? Give us back our money! Give us back our money!"

The villagers were shouting loudly and were very dissatisfied with the "unclean" boy servant. How could the people in the shrine let the duck that was in their mouth fly away? So they patiently comforted these farmers.

There was a great deal of chaos and noise down there.

But no one cared about Tsukuyomi's condition, nor did they think about whether a six-year-old child would have any sequelae after encountering such a bloody scene.

One of the old witches simply pulled Tsukuyomi down from the tall wooden sedan chair, and took off his bloodstained outer clothes roughly through the layers of curtains, leaving only a thin inner lining.

Miko: "What bad luck! Why didn't you know to dodge? Now I'm going to waste another set of clothes."

Tsukuyomi Tsumi: "..."

He did not speak to defend himself, like a beautiful statue,

No one cares,

In their hearts, this child is a "beautiful mute", no wonder he was abandoned after birth.

She roughly wiped the blood off Tsukuyomi's face with her sleeve, very hard, and did not stop until the child's tender skin turned red and swollen.

"Alright! Alright! The ritual can continue! If we miss it today, who knows how long it will take for it to take effect?!"

Tsukuyomi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was hugged again.

No one paid any attention to it. The "corpse" that was casually thrown into the bushes became unstable like garbled code, and then disappeared from the spot.

*

noon,

The heat is steaming and the dust is blowing in your face

Tsukuyomi was placed on a high platform, facing the scorching and dazzling sunlight without retreating or avoiding.

The villagers below knelt on the ground and prayed respectfully, like a group of devout believers. The witches on the side held magical instruments and chanted something, their voices echoing in the air, as if they were talking to the heavens.

[Fortunately, I took off that thick coat just now...] Tsukuyomi thought faintly

The dazzling sunlight was scorching the earth like tongues of fire. On the high platform, Tsukuyomi's underwear was soaked with sweat, and his lips were pale. Because he was a child, his vision was black, and there were faint signs of heatstroke.

But he was the only one sitting on the high platform, and the people below had no way of knowing.

His vision went dark, and in a trance, Tsukuyomi heard those noisy heartbeats again...

[God bless you! Please send more rain!]

【Hope it rains today! 】

[Damn, the village is spending money on this useless thing again. I always feel like they are scammers]

If there really were gods, how could they allow so many ghosts to exist in this world?

[God, if you can hear me, please send rain!]

[A bunch of liars, just pretending. It's definitely not going to rain in this weather!]

……

These voices sounded like men and women, speaking in a chaotic manner, with unknown malice and requests.

The world became quiet at this moment.

What are you going to do?

A voice sounded,

Tsukuyomi's face was pale. He knelt on the platform, opened one eye with difficulty and looked at the sky. There was still no emotion in his eyes.

“They want rain…”

He heard that there were people who really needed rain.

Is this an illusion? They clearly didn't open their mouths to speak.

What do you think? Do you hope it rains?

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi didn't know that even though he was about to faint, he never spoke a word.

"I have no idea…"

Should we make it rain for such ugly people and fulfill their wishes?

Human desires are insatiable.

When desires are satisfied, it is boring; when they are not satisfied, it is painful. People swing between pain and boredom.

*

There is a forest not far from here.

Ryoumen Sukuna had just dealt with the villains who plotted against him, although the leader escaped.

Looking at the defeated generals lying on the ground, he stopped talking and beat the dying men like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Is that all you have? I'm really not interested in you."

The next second, the cheek of this arrogant and domineering Curse King was rubbed hard, and the burning touch remained on it, while there was no one around.

Two-faced Sukuna:?

Was it an illusion? Or was it just a small mosquito? He had never felt this slap in the face before.

The man in a loose kimono with four hands casually cut down all the upright creatures around him except him.

There's no sound anymore

Ryoumen Sukuna did not forget the strange feeling he had just felt, and instead recalled his most recent battle with the sorcerers.

A small scum attacked him, without the faith and action of a strong man, and used a strange insect to drill into the wound on his back.

The cherry-pink-haired man stood in the pool of blood with an impatient look on his face, his muscles bulging.

"Tsk..."

After a while, the strange feeling came again, and I felt weak all over, and a burning sensation rose from my back...

He was sure that this was not his body's reaction.

Because——

He hasn't felt it for a long time.

"I feel so weak! Who on earth is this guy who can be crushed to death with just one finger?!"