After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

The brother and sister here have a deep affection, but the Gojo family is not so warm and loving.

As everyone knows, Jujutsu High School is a school, and as a school, it must have holidays.

Gojo Satoru happily returned home on vacation, bringing a lot of souvenirs from Tokyo, and rushed into Ruri's room happily.

"Liuli-chan, I'm back! And I brought gifts."

It's just like a big cat that went out hunting and got a lot of rewards, so it jumped back home proudly.

He was carrying a lot of things in his hands and looked around, but didn't see any familiar figures.

Only later did he realize that the layout of the entire room had completely changed.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's mouth flattened, and the joy on his face disappeared without a trace. He turned his head and looked expressionlessly at the servant following behind him, and asked,

"Where's Liuli? Why was her room changed?"

The servant behind him lowered his head and dared not say a word.

Gojo Satoru's expression grew even colder. He threw the things in his hand aside, and a pile of packaging bags made a rustling sound.

"I'm asking you a question."

The six servants knelt down, folded their hands and placed them flat on the ground, lowered their heads deeply and rested their hands on the backs of their hands.

Still silent.

Gojo Satoru smiled. In the six months he'd been with Geto Suguru, he'd managed to calm down a bit. But now, an inexplicable rage and a deep-seated fear welled up inside him.

"The technique is reversed—"

"Enlightenment." The Great Elder strode over and interrupted him, "The girl from the Wangyue family died of a sudden illness."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru widened his eyes, and his pale eyes became cold and lifeless, giving people an indescribable feeling of fear and trembling.

The inhuman feeling that had been gradually decreasing under the onslaught of emotions suddenly reached its peak.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"She was fine when I went to school, but she died of illness as soon as I left?"

Anger rose from the bottom of her heart and rushed directly to her brain. No wonder she always loved to cry, no wonder she was always afraid, no wonder she was always uneasy.

Because as soon as he left, they all bullied her.

He is Gojo Satoru, and the Gojo family depends on him. How dare he bully his property!

"Reversal of the technique——He"

Unlike ordinary people, sorcerers often have richer emotions. Their spell power comes from the accumulation of negative emotions. The deeper the spell power of the sorcerer, the more extreme and crazy he is.

Like Geto Suguru, like Gojo Satoru.

Like moon-watching glass.

Madness brings power, and power indulges madness.

Driven by anger, black and red curse power gushed out, blasting open the five old houses like a beam of light. The black tiles made crackling sounds, and more than half of the houses collapsed.

The guards around rushed over to check, and the second elder and the third elder also hurried over.

The Great Elder stood there in a daze, looking at Gojo Satoru's cold gaze, and lowered his head unconsciously.

"I'll ask again, where is Wangyue Liuli?"

The first elder didn't dare to say a word. The second elder took a deep breath and told everything under Gojo Satoru's gaze.

"That girl is indeed dead."

He took out from his sleeve the jade doll covered with fine cracks that he had prepared early in the morning and handed it to him.

"The day after you left Gojo House, we discovered she was missing. It's very likely that she was abducted by a curse master who wanted to launch a surprise attack while you were away."

"When she first disappeared, the jade doll was still intact. We sent many people to search for her, but that same day, the jade doll shattered... We tried our best."

"I didn't tell you the truth because I didn't want to make you sad."

Gojo Satoru looked at the jade doll handed to him and subconsciously took a step back. His mind went blank and he didn't dare to take it.

The six eyes can clearly see everything in the world, the emotions of others, the flow of magic power, and all the information within reach is integrated into his brain.

The jade figurine was covered with cracks, and there was no trace of the flow of mana.

Wangyue Liuli is really dead.

Without him knowing it, he died in pain and covered with scars.

No one saved her, no one comforted her, no one wiped her tears, and no one even felt sad for her death.

She died just like that, quietly, without him even noticing.

Gojo Satoru will never see Mochizuki Ruri again.

I could no longer wipe her tears, share half of all my snacks with her, sit with her on the summer porch and watch the butterflies flutter on the lawn.

He picked and chose in the mall, and the blue dress, rag doll, sapphire necklace, music box and jewel hairpin he chose were all things he could not give away.

The love jar that was filled up with the help of Jie and Glass at his strong request could not be given away.

Someone seemed to be saying something next to him, but Gojo Satoru could no longer hear it. The sunlight was too dazzling, and spots of light flickered in front of his eyes.

Like a rusty machine struggling to operate, it emitted a hoarse and harsh sound. Gojo Satoru vibrated his vocal cords and uttered broken syllables.

"Give me the list of cursers."

"Give me a list of all the active curse masters on the market."

"I'm going to kill them!"