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

Ryoumen Sukuna recalled the strange sorcerer. Although that guy's strength was not very good, his escape skills were first-class.

No matter how hard he chased him, he always kept a distance from him, even when he stopped to listen to Li Mei's report...

He also stopped.

What is this doing?

wait for me?

Even gave him a feeling of "worried that you would lose me", and along the way, there were deliberately left behind the residue of cursed power, as if it was a trap, waiting for him to step on it.

Ryoumen Sukuna rarely encounters such a fearless person.

It’s getting really interesting.

*

When he brought Li Mei to the last remains of the strange sorcerer, it was already drizzling. It was the afternoon sun at its brightest, but it gave people an inexplicably depressing feeling.

In the vast rice fields, ignorant and insignificant people knelt in a circle around the altar in the center.

Although "sun showers" are uncommon, they are indeed unpleasant.

Ryoumen Sukuna stared absentmindedly at the cloudless sky, the sounds of ritual percussion instruments filling his ears. The burning sensation on his back was somewhat relieved by the rain, but...

The tall man stood under the tree. He seemed to know the function of this curse tool.

The cherry-pink-haired man's personality was not as beautiful as his hair color, but rather quite bad. He had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, arrogant and unruly.

"So what if we share our senses? Just be prepared to die."

The momentum is like a rainbow, as if I was born and died, and I am the only one in the world.

Of course he has the ability to do so. He only follows the only guide of survival, whether he is happy or not, and does not care about the life and death of cursed spirits and humans.

It is precisely because of this

It is even more necessary to manually set a manual anchor point for him.

*

The sacrifices continued, and the villagers worked harder because of the sporadic rain. The sun was still shining brightly on the earth, and the ignorant people prayed to the heavens.

Offering its purest child servant to the gods

But what came was not the rain of the oracle, but the bloodthirsty ghosts.

Ryoumen Sukuna didn't take these farmers seriously. "A sacrificial ceremony?"

Ryoumen Sukuna: "Tsk, Rimei, did you see that?"

On the high altar curled up a small white ball

"Those guys are using real gods to pray for rain."

Rimei had followed Ryoumen Sukuna for so long, and this was the first time she saw him with this expression. She didn't know how to respond to what he said and fell silent.

*

Then, the cherry-pink-haired man came to the people who were kneeling in prayer with his hands in his pockets.

He was wearing a white women's kimono. He did not look like the ghost or god in folk legends. Instead, he was quite handsome. The black tattoo-like patterns on his face added to his inviolable mystery.

I came here at a leisurely pace, just looking for someone.

But the powerful aura still made everyone present quiet down. It was the majesty of a superior who had been immersed in countless battles.

The old village chief, who was over sixty years old and had a white beard, stood up tremblingly and asked him why he came.

"I don't know, I don't know...your intention."

Fortunately, the old man bent low enough and never raised his head to look him in the eye.

Sukuna had no intention of getting entangled with the old man, and lazily stated his purpose.

"Find someone"

A timid man in the crowd quietly stood up and tried to escape by hiding himself, but the next second he was grabbed by the neck by a ghost who seemed to teleport.

The speed was so fast that it was outrageous. No one noticed the solemnity in the air at this moment. Everyone knelt on the ground stiffly waiting for his final judgment.

The drizzle hitting the man's face did not seem to soothe him, but made him more frightened. He could clearly feel the force on his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Until my feet left the ground, my toes were stretched to the limit with great pain, and the ghosts and gods in front of me were indifferent.

Ryoumen Sukuna: "Is that you?"

The lifeblood of his body was easily grasped in someone's hand, and even if he wanted to shake his head, he couldn't do it.

"Cough cough cough! ... No... not cough... I"

Ryoumen Sukuna: “Oh?”

Next second

There was a sound of "click" and the man's neck was broken.

The brutal means frightened everyone present. Soon they stood up in panic and ran away like headless flies. The priestess threw down her instruments and prostrated herself on the ground.

There is no escape from death.

"is it you?"

"It's you?"

"still you?"

"is it you?"

……

Every time a man kills someone, he will ask this question. The fools don't know what he is asking, but just tremble and beg for mercy, not knowing that such a weak and cowardly attitude makes him even more disdainful.

Living is just a waste of food anyway.

It would be fine if it was a woman with tender meat...but he was just a boring farmer, and the taste was really low quality.

Finally, when the last priest was restrained,

"is it you?"

There is the same tone, with excitement and interest that cannot be ignored, and the pressure like a mountain is almost crushing people.

The priest trembled for a few seconds before responding. Those who had just answered "no" and begged for mercy were all brutally killed.

If...if the answer is not this...

The young priest swallowed tremblingly.

“…It’s…it’s me.”

The ghost in front of him raised his eyebrows and loosened his hand.

The priest fell to the ground, and without time to think, he stumbled to his feet and tried to escape.

Just ran ten meters away,

Rimei spoke cautiously, "Sukuna-sama...are you just going to let him go like this?"

He didn't know why the Lord followed the clues and came here to kill people. This was not his business. He had to obey the Lord's orders. Besides, Lord Sukuna was always wise.

But letting this suspicious person go is somewhat...

A straightforward solution

Next second,

The priest stood there without even turning his head, but his body was split in half by an invisible slash.

Satome: "Sukuna-sama...is this really okay?"

Ryoumen Sukuna: "It's not him, I just want to enjoy the last struggle of a despicable person."

The whole land was soaked with blood and corpses with their eyes wide open, but the man in the white kimono was not stained with a single speck of filth from beginning to end.

The ghost slowly turned around and looked at the wooden platform.

only left with--

That "weak god" is a little guy who has survived to this day by relying on a few scattered beliefs.

Ryomen Sukuna brushed off the non-existent dust from his sleeves, and slowly walked closer, one step at a time... until he arrived under the platform.

It is said to be a high platform for sacrifices, but in fact it is just a platform made of wood used for sacrifices.

It is five or six meters high. Once you go up, it is difficult to come down without help from others.

"untie"

The mid-air slash struck the support of the platform. The moment the top wooden board collapsed, the cherry-haired man jumped up and stretched out his hand to grab the weak white creature.

The child looked to be only five or six years old. His white clothes were soaked by the rain and stuck to the clothes uncomfortably.

The originally fair and clean cheeks have a lovely blush due to long-term exposure to the sun, and there are some redness and swelling on the cheeks due to being rubbed by the rough fabric.

With his eyes tightly closed, he looked like he had been unconscious for a while.

Ryomen Sukuna suddenly became interested and reached out to cover the boy's fragile neck.

"Blasphemy!" the voice said eagerly.

As the big hand slowly tightened, the intense pain was transmitted to Ryoumen Sukuna simultaneously.

"It is you!"

The more pain a man feels, the more excited he becomes. Every cell in his body trembles with pain.

He wanted to know how far he could go.

The cold eyes were filled with the joy of meeting prey.

"Death"?

The pain of suffocation continued to come over me.

Li Mei only saw the adult's movements and the fingerprints that appeared on his neck one after another as the adult moved.

Even though Tsukuyomi was unconscious, he was awakened by this. He opened his eyes in pain and looked into the eyes of Ryomen Sukuna.

The eyes were calm, without a trace of struggle, and without any desire or demand, as if they would not have any complaints even if they died in the next second.

Ryoumen Sukuna has seen many people's expressions before they died.

The resentment, fear, or even prayer and jealousy of the weak

Never before had a pair of eyes been so calm as they were now, quietly waiting for the arrival of death, without any fear of the unknown, as if it was not his life that was in someone's hands.

That's not wrong, because... there are two people tied to him.

The tall man suddenly lost interest and threw the child to the ground.

The pain of the other party being thrown to the ground was also transmitted to him. Ryomen Sukuna was silent and performed a reversal spell on himself.

I caught a glimpse of the pinch marks on Tsukuyomi's neck, and they didn't disappear, which meant that

The damage done to the other person will be shared with him, but his damage will not be fed back to that person.

After all, he was a child, and being thrown from mid-air must have caused quite a big impact.

Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi came back to consciousness from death, coughing softly. With his fairy-like appearance and pitiful and embarrassed look, any normal person would immediately squat down to comfort him.

However, there are no normal living people here.

Li Mei Wu Brainy Uncle Chui just frowned at the other person's dirty appearance.

Needless to say, the old man fell into a state of impotence and rage after discovering that he could not kill the other party.

irritable.

Ryomen Sukuna was feeling annoyed, frowning as he thought about how to deal with the effects of this strange little bug. His voice was full of impatience, and then he turned and left.

"Rime! Take him with you!"