allonlinenovel Chapter 168 He is dead, no one can stop him
Chapter 168 He is dead, no one can stop him
The first dream.
It was in a temple.
A secluded courtyard was separated by a bamboo forest, with withered leaves scattered all over the ground. Two people were playing chess in front of a stone table.
The ethereal voices floated in the air. They were far away from me, yet seemed very close.
A monk wearing a cassock, with white eyebrows, and deep and wise eyes, calmly pursues Heizi.
A woman with long hair, slender and tall, whose face cannot be seen clearly, holding a white piece in her hand.
A deep, ponderous conversation was taking place, but I could only see mouths opening and closing but could not hear a single sound.
"I wish you a safe journey." The conversation ended, and the white-browed monk turned around and suddenly looked at me.
He smiled and nodded, as if to say hello.
"Leave what you want when you first encounter it," he said. "It's nice to see you again."
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The second dream.
The streets of Ginza, a busy intersection.
Brilliant neon lights suddenly lit up overhead, and zebra crossings were neatly arranged underfoot, like the black and white keys on a luxurious piano at the first concert of late autumn.
A huge stream of people poured into the street, weaving back and forth, walking, stopping, running, and someone was calling me.
"clean."
I turned around and saw Geto Xiayou waving at me in the crowd.
Gojo Satoru, Glass, Maki, Panda, Dogaki Tsubasa, Otoko Yuta.
Everyone was standing across the street, laughing and shouting at me, “Come over here!”
"Here it comes." I took a step forward, and the red light next to me lit up.
Cars sped past one after another, like an endless river.
In 60 seconds, the light on the sign turned from red to green, the car stopped, and the other side of the zebra crossing became empty.
"Auntie!" Fushiguro Megumi and Tsu Miki ran over with their schoolbags, their eyes twinkling, "Did you receive the conch we gave you?"
"Got it." I squatted down and hugged them on the left and right, "I got it all."
"Hello." Fushiguro Shigeki suddenly walked out from the alley around the corner.
He leaned against the street lamp with his arms folded, smiling as always, "Where's the osmanthus wine you promised to bring me?"
I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, a beam of light hit my face and they disappeared.
I was running wildly in the streets.
"Tell me who you are!" Gojo Satoru was tied up by the prison gate, kneeling alone in the Shibuya subway station, "I must find you!"
"Tell me, who are you!"
I stopped.
All objects in the world came to a standstill.
In the hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, Tsu Miki was lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and a black curse engraved on her forehead.
"She will never wake up again." said the compassionate voice.
Nanami's half body was burnt, revealing bloody flesh and a tired smile. He stood in front of Yuji and said goodbye gently, "Everything is up to you."
Gojo Satoru fell in a pool of blood, his white hair stained red was disheveled, and his eyes stared blankly at the sky.
Glass sat in a dim corner, holding an almost finished cigarette in her hand, with a dozen cigarette butts in the ashtray beside her legs.
"Already." She lowered her head and murmured, "Soon..."
............
The curse master with stitches on his head walked on the street with a happy smile on his face. Thousands of cursed spirits were released, making terrifying roars.
In every building and on every street, you can hear painful wails and miserable cries.
Children who lost their parents, parents who lost their children, wives who lost their husbands, husbands who lost their wives…
Ragged people were living numbly in the ruins, and countless pairs of lifeless eyes turned towards me with tears in their eyes.
"Please...don't forget..."
Their lips trembled, as if they were longing, or begging, "Please, don't forget..."
Don't forget what?
I suddenly opened my eyes.
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"Hey, you're awake." Gojo Satoru's head swayed in front of me.
"I'm dreaming." He asked me happily.
Was it one dream...or two?
I can't remember what it was about, but it didn't seem very pleasant.
I had a good sleep after a long time, and now I am still a little sluggish as if I haven't woken up from the dream.
"What?" Seeing the sly smile on his face, my PTSD came back, "Did I talk in my sleep?"
“That’s not the case.” Gojo Satoru paused for a moment and shook his head, “It’s just…”
He pointed downward and said, "You rolled off the bed."
Looking down in the direction of his finger, I saw that I was not sleeping on the bed, but rolling on the ground.
The body was tightly wrapped in the quilt, with only the head exposed, like a silkworm chrysalis.
"You can actually roll down even when sleeping on a two-meter-long bed." He stretched out his hand, clapped his hands, and praised in an admiring tone, "You are truly a rare talent in a century!"
"Isn't this why you insisted on moving the bed away from me?" Gojo Satoru covered his mouth and chuckled, "Because I sleep so badly."
I:"......."
I reached out and pushed it. The quilt was so thick and locked tightly on me. No wonder I didn't feel the pain from the skull.
I don’t know how long I lay there.
Gojo Satoru reached out and gently poked my shoulder, and I rolled over to the middle of the two beds.
"Gojo Satoru, you want to die." I yelled, "I shook my head so hard that it made me dizzy."
"Don't move, don't move." Gojo Satoru took out his cell phone from his pocket, and the flash light lit up with a click.
“Let me take a few pictures, hehehehe, hehehehehehe…” While taking pictures, a wise expression was on his face, “I’ll show them to everyone later, hehehehehe…”
The idiot from the landlord's family in the whole village.
"Haven't you ever thought that people would think you took this photo yourself wearing a wig and women's clothes?" I asked expressionlessly.
Gojo Satoru paused, thinking for a second, and then continued, "That doesn't matter."
I miscalculated and underestimated his shamelessness.
He squatted in front of me and pinched my face. "Wow, it's so smooth. It's exactly like a silkworm."
He smiled and said, "How cute~"
I took a deep breath for three seconds.
From the very first second, I decided to be patient.
If I argue with Gojo Satoru, my IQ will be brought down to the same level as mine, and he will use his rich experience to defeat me.
The second second, I felt that enduring Gojo Satoru was a torture, extremely tormenting.
The third second, God, I couldn't stand it anymore.
Gojo Satoru is dead, no one can stop him, I say!
I broke through the quilt directly, raised my fist, and rushed towards him, "Gojo Satoru, come here and die quickly."
".......Wait, Kiri-chan......" Gojo Satoru didn't dodge immediately, but turned his head away in panic and said loudly, "Your buttons are unbuttoned!"
.........ha?
My hands froze.
Looking down, I saw that two of the top buttons of the shirt were open, revealing most of the collarbone.
Although she didn't show any private parts, her clothes were basically disheveled.
"Don't lower your head." Gojo Satoru reminded with red ears, "Don't forget that I can still see!"
“........” I was silent for two seconds.
“Ahhhh, you bastard, I’m going to dig your eyes out and soak them in wine ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!”
Finally, he wrapped himself in a quilt and beat up Gojo Satoru.
This time he didn't even dare to say a word and just took the beating honestly.