After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Fushiguro Shigekiru brought Tenno Riko's body to the Bankei Cult.

"Take it, astral plasma, the remains of Tenriko, all intact." Fushiguro looked coldly at the corpse of Tenriko that Chou Bao had vomited out. It was fake, but Draco had cast a Confusion Charm on it, so it was hard to tell.

The director of the Panxing Sect, Shigeru Sonoda, lifted the hair from Riko Tennen's face and took a look, then smiled with satisfaction.

"Very good, I will give you the reward as agreed. I'll give you a higher price."

......

When Kong Shiyu and Fushiguro Shier walked out of the gate of Panxing Sect, Fushiguro Shier looked up at the distance with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Yoshi, I should leave for now." Fushiguro Shigeki muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"What?" Kong Shiyu didn't hear clearly and turned to look at Fushiguro Shino.

"It's nothing. After listening to Rotten Orange's speech, I feel like I smell like scum all over. It's time to go back and wash myself clean." Fushiguro Shige stretched, as if he wanted to get rid of the disgusting smell on his body.

"Remember to transfer the money to my card. Don't contact me again from now on." Fushiguro Shigeru said, his tone as calm as usual.

"Huh? After this deal, you're planning to retire? What else can you do besides this?" Kong Shiyu didn't care much about Fushiguro Shier's words. He had said the same thing to him last time. Kong Shiyu had long been accustomed to Fushiguro Shier's fickleness.

"A secret." Fushiguro Shier smiled mysteriously, a sly smile curling up the corners of his mouth. His eyes shone with an indescribable light, as if hiding countless unknown stories. Then, he waved to Kong Shiyu with his back to him and left without looking back.

"Goodbye." Fushiguro Shier's voice echoed in the air, and gradually disappeared as his back gradually moved away. Kong Shiyu was left standing alone, looking at the direction Fushiguro Shier left, and a sense of doubt surged in his heart.

Kong Shiyu stood there and shook his head, guessing that he was going to the horse racing again.

He started the car and prepared to leave. Little did he know that he would never find Fushiguro Shier again.

Gojo Satoru, covered in blood, broke into the Panxing Sect. Everyone inside laughed and clapped from the bottom of their hearts.

Although his mind was a little unclear now, he still did not forget his mission.

He walked over to Tenriko's body, lifted it up horizontally, and stood expressionlessly in the center of the crowd. His six eyes, operating at full speed, paused for a second on a certain person.

The sound of the door opening reached his ears, and he turned his head. "Here you are, Jay."

Geto Xiayou walked in breathlessly. He looked at Gojo Satoru standing in the middle, covered in blood, and the people surrounding him who were applauding. He felt a chill from his heels to the top of his head.

What a ridiculous scene...

"Satoru..." Geto murmured. Gojo Satoru's pale blue eyes looked at him quietly, without any emotion.

"Should I kill them? I don't feel anything right now." Gojo Satoru knew that his condition was not right, but he didn't want to think about it.

"It's... meaningless..." Xia Yujie's pupils trembled. He clenched his fists, his expression full of struggle.

In the crowd, there was an unremarkable man standing there, with obvious suture marks on his head. He smiled slightly with satisfaction, as if everything was within his expectations.

"As expected..." he muttered to himself, a cunning glint in his eyes. "Let the pain deepen, the struggle intensify! Ultimately, let us fall into the endless abyss..."

This man with stitches is none other than Nozomi, who has relied on brain replacements to stay alive for thousands of years.

He is ambitious and his goal is to force all of Japan's human race to evolve in the direction he specifies. The key to achieving this goal is to assimilate Tengen into the entire human race.

However, every time he tries to carry out his plans, he always encounters an unavoidable obstacle - the Six Eyes.

Whenever a crucial moment came for the assimilation of the astral plasma and the Celestial Origin, a Six-Eyed One would appear, guarding and ensuring the smooth progress of the assimilation process. This phenomenon seemed to have become a regularity, like an inviolable rule.

However, fate seemed to be particularly kind to the noose, as this era had gathered all the conditions required for the noose: a curse spirit operator, a curse binder, and a person with six eyes, and they all lived in the same era.

What made Nozomi even more excited was that the six-eyed wielder among these three people had actually become good friends with the Curse Spirit Operator! Nozomi couldn't help but be overjoyed and laughed secretly in his heart.

If he could successfully obtain the body of the Curse Spirit Operator, and then use the Heaven and Curse Binder, an existence not restricted by rules, to kill the Astral Plasma and prevent the fusion of Tian Yuan, wouldn't that mean that his ideal would soon become a reality? So, Luo Suo began to observe the Curse Spirit Operator carefully in secret.

He felt that this child was too idealistic, and his innocent sense of justice was simply hilarious.

Nozomi focused his attention on the young man named Geto Suguru, watching him display his justice, kindness, gentleness, but also extremely fragile character traits.

Xu Suo knew very well that once a person like this discovered that reality was not what he imagined and that everything he insisted on was ridiculous and meaningless, he would inevitably fall into the abyss of despair.

Nozomi waited patiently, observing secretly as the relationship between Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru grew closer and deeper. He finally decided to take action when the time was right.

The astral plasma incident became his first lesson to Geto Suguru.

Human beings are always so ugly.

He came here today, on the one hand because he was full of confidence in his abilities, and on the other hand because he wanted to personally witness whether the situation he carefully planned could achieve a satisfactory result.

At this moment, everything was going as he expected, and he felt very satisfied.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

"Hey, where are you going?" the owner of the hand asked in a lazy voice, coming from behind the noose.

In an instant, Lu Suo was covered in cold sweat, and he was filled with astonishment. When on earth did this person appear behind him?!

A name quickly flashed through his mind - Fushiguro Shier! Only he had the ability to approach him so silently without being noticed.

Luo Suo suddenly realized that this was probably a trap set specifically for him. They had somehow learned of his existence and had teamed up to set a trap for him!

Could it be Tian Yuan? Only Tian Yuan could understand him so well!

With one hand, he released the poisonous mist from this body, and purple smoke spread out.

His other hand quickly tore open the stitches on his head. He didn't think a small amount of poison mist could defeat Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Fushiguro Shiji. He only needed the moment they were distracted to be able to defeat them.

A ball of pink brain with teeth quickly jumped out from the man's crown, but when it tried to drill into the ground, it was firmly grasped by a hand.

Perhaps it is not quite accurate to say that he was caught. He only felt that he was wrapped in a layer of transparent film and could not move.

Although he had no eyes and was just a ball of brain, he could see the person standing in front of him.

Black hair, black eyes, a handsome face, and a gloomy expression. His features, which were significantly deeper than those of a Japanese man, and his high, hooked nose clearly indicated that he was a foreigner.

Nozomi never knew that there was such a sorcerer beside Rokugan and Juling Soso.

This move is obviously not something that an ordinary sorcerer can do.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru no longer look like they did before, looking down on all living beings and struggling in their hearts and stuck in the quagmire.

At this moment, they all gathered around and marveled at the noose.

"Wow, it's really just a bunch of brains, so disgusting~" Gojo Satoru took a look at it with disgust, feeling that his eyes were polluted.

"Hello, Professor." Geto greeted the man, Snape, politely. He had no choice, as he suddenly remembered that the two of them had kidnapped someone's child and hadn't returned for four or five days!

"Hmph, this giant monster with his brain full of Achnatherum has lost even the most basic sense of vigilance. What, you think you have a sure win? Do you still want to chat with this thing?"

Snape snorted coldly. If Draco and the others hadn't been worried and begged him to protect the two trolls, he wouldn't even bother to take action.

"Instead of seizing the initiative to take down the opponent, you're giving him a chance to escape. What? Are you guys playing a turn-based game? How about I let this thing go and let you guys do it?"

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru felt a little guilty. They were indeed careless. After all, it was Draco who suggested that Nozomi might come to watch the result they had facilitated. Meeting him was a complete surprise.

They also didn't expect that this body of Nozomi had any magical skills.

Xia Yujie looked around at the Panxing Sect members lying on the ground, their lives unknown, having inhaled the poisonous mist. "What should we do with them?" He didn't like these monkey-men of the Panxing Sect, but he couldn't just turn a blind eye.

"What should I do? You can't think of anything else except fighting and killing, right? Call the police? This is a gathering place for a cult, isn't it?" Snape was really speechless.

Forget about Gojo Satoru, but you, Geto Suguru...you who grew up in a human society, don’t you even know what is illegal?

As expected, sorcerers are a group of lawless crazy people who are seriously ill. A good child will go crazy when he enters the world of sorcery.

Still need to keep Draco and Harry away from them.

He didn't want his godson's brain to become rusty after staying with them for too long.