While everyone in the high school was having fun, Gojo Satoru and Shokinji were struggling to find traces of the Panxing Sect.
"The technique is reversed, Cang."
A blue ball of light lit up from the sky. Mud, gravel, buildings... Nothing could survive Cang's unstoppable pull.
The ground that was originally lined with houses instantly turned into a huge pit. As Cang disappeared, the debris that was sucked into the sky was affected by gravity again and fell to the ground.
Shokinci, who was watching from a distance, swallowed.
Teacher Gojo is angry...
After searching in the ruins for a long time, Shojinji helplessly shook his head: "There is nothing. It must have been moved long ago."
Gojo Satoru's face was full of anger, and he kicked hundreds of kilograms of rocks away with one kick: "Asshole, how on earth can you be one step ahead of us every time..."
The two have been searching for the Panxing Cult for nearly three months, but have found nothing until now.
Every time we find a stronghold, it's either empty of people, or there are some ordinary people left who can't even sense the cursed spirits.
It's like someone has been tipping them off...
Gojo Satoru's brows knitted together, and suddenly he seemed to feel something, and looked at the ruins aside.
After clearing away the bricks and rubble, Gojo Satoru picked up the stone slab engraved with complicated incantations.
Gojo Satoru studied the slate carefully, and from time to time he drew spells in the air with his fingers.
Shokinci looked at it curiously for a while, and after a while he became dizzy from the complicated spell.
"This is... used for long-distance transmission." Gojo Satoru said after studying for more than an hour: "It is very complicated, mixed with mantras from different eras, but also has some structures that I have never seen before... …”
Shokinji was a little confused: "Um... so what?"
"So this is the clue!" Gojo Satoru hit Shokinji on the head with a slate angrily: "Although it is damaged, maybe it can be restored. Take it back and show it to Gu Hejie. They are better at this... …”
…
Iblis is in an underground palace.
In front of him, there were densely packed corpses, both human and animal.
A rotten smell permeated the closed space, but Iblis didn't dislike it at all, and even enjoyed it a little.
Miguel put on a gas mask and suppressed his nausea and said: "Can't we put the body outside? Is it difficult to find a cave or something?"
"That's not possible." An old voice came from the shadows: "Even the smallest dirt will be caught by the six eyes. Only here can be called safe for the time being."
Miguel looked at Kesuo in surprise: "You changed your body again?"
Kensuo walked out of the shadows and said calmly: "Be cautious in everything, I don't want to be visited by Gojo Satoru. Besides... doesn't this make me more honest?"
"Haha, the more you know, the faster you will die. Now I suspect that you don't want me to leave alive after the incident is completed."
"There are some things that you and I know very well. It hurts our feelings to say it..." Kensuo smiled sadly.
"Hurry, I don't want to stay in this dark place for a long time."
Kesuo nodded to Iblis: "Let's get started."
Iblis raised his hands flat, palms facing up, and his voice echoed in the underground palace:
"Nirvana, return to the soul, wasted death, yin and yang reversed..."
Completely different from others, the magic power that was as thick as mercury surged out of Iblis's palm, and then dripped to the ground, turning into dark green beads.
It was clearly a flat ground, but these magic spheres began to roll automatically, sinking into the corpses on the ground.
Miguel stared at the ink beads rolling on the ground, feeling fear in his heart.
"O dead people, come back, I will guide you on the way to the world of the sun..."
Suddenly, Miguel saw the limbs of a human corpse twisting and rustling on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of bones breaking.
The corpse stood up in an extremely strange way, with dark green light shining in its two eyes.
This is just the beginning.
In the huge underground palace, thousands of corpses stood up in rows, making low roars.
Kensuo watched all this with excitement, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Miguel couldn't help but take two steps back: "This is really eye-opening..."
Iblis looked at Kensuo and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you very happy... When will you do it?"
"December 24th." Kensuo realized his gaffe, calmed down his expression and shrugged: "On Christmas Eve, let's give them a Hundred Ghosts Night Walk as a gift."
Miguel looked at the standing corpses and suppressed the fear in his heart: "This shouldn't be called Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, this should be called...biohazard."
…
Gu Yanan and Xia Youjie stared at the slate on the table and worried.
"Recovery... that's easy for you to say." Xia Youjie rubbed his temples tiredly: "The key incantations have been erased long ago, and all that's left are transformations of some existing incantations... It's very difficult."
Gu Yanan nodded in agreement: "The erased spell is probably unique to the other party, and it cannot be guessed by just guessing."
Gojo Satoru slumped down on the chair in frustration: "Then what to do? I can't think of any way."
Gu Yanan touched his chin: "The other party...is it really the Panxing Sect? This method is a bit high."
"They should be using the name and connections of the Panxing Sect to make money while concealing their identity." Xia Youjie analyzed: "The person who knows such advanced spells must be a curse master."
"If all curse masters were at this level? Then the world of curses would have been ruled by curse masters long ago." Gu Yanan sneered.
For a long time, the knowledge of magic has been controlled by the top brass in the magic world.
Why have there been so few super-level curse masters?
Because the advanced methods of using spells, barrier techniques and other knowledge are monopolized by the top brass of the spell world and the three major families! There is nowhere for them to learn even if they want to!
If you don't know how to perform advanced enchantments, you can't use the magic power to the maximum extent, and it's basically impossible to learn to expand the field (except for the field that comes with the spell).
Not to mention techniques such as reversal of spells and field extension.
The super-level curse masters in history are basically rebels in the world of magic.
For example, the most evil sorcerer in history, the stain on the Kamo family that can never be erased - Kamo Noribu.
Xia Youjie said hesitantly: "Is he from the Yusan family? Or..."
Gu Yanan took over Xia Youjie's unfinished words: "Maybe from a high school, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the room fell into silence.
Sheng Jinci raised his hand timidly: "Should I...should avoid it?"
"You?" Gu Yan'an looked at Sheng Jinci and said, "It's okay, I don't worry about you."
"……Why?"
"Because you are a gambling dog, not a mad dog - gamblers will bet on a 1% chance of winning, but they will not bet on 0.01%. Isn't it?"
Sheng Jinci smiled, he felt that he had met a confidant:
"You're right. If they were really sure of winning, they wouldn't hide or even dare to leave any clues."
"Yes, so we don't need to worry here." Gu Yan'an stood up: "No matter what they want to do, as long as they dare to show their heads, kill them all!"
Xia Youjie sneered: "It really looks like a killer's style..."
Gojo Satoru stretched: "Then I'll be fine?"
"No, you have to look for it. This file contains the latest found stronghold of the Panxing Sect. Could you please take a trip..."
"I just got back!"
"Who told you to have nothing to do every day? If you don't want to teach or deal with documents, then go out to work for me!"
"Asshole...I won't go! I want to watch the exchange meeting tomorrow!"
"Come back and watch the video, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..."
"You evil capitalist...I will fight you!"
"Fight! You just want to fight me...bastard, I'll fight you!"
