Chapter 199 Is It a Brain Flower? Is It a Brain Flower? (Two in One)

"Do you want to follow and see?" Gojo Haru gently waved his folding fan and looked at Su Wu.

He and Zenin Akira were not interested in the so-called Painted Skin Ghost, but the boy was definitely very interested.

Besides... they followed for safety.

"Of course, I want to see how the Onmyoji drives away the evil ghost." Su Wu said curiously and expectantly.

It's impossible for an Onmyoji to fight the cursed spirits like a sorcerer.

It's probably chanting spells, making hand gestures, performing magic, or summoning Shikigami to fight against demons.

The style is more elegant, unrestrained, and graceful than that of a boxing champion... probably.

A white figure flew backwards from behind the three people.

Gojo Haru, Zenin Akira, Su Wu, Maro, and Kong all had surprisingly similar movements, and they all turned their heads to look back.

Just now, such a big person... flew over?

"Is that Akimoto?" Gojo Haru blocked the lower half of his face to prevent his unkind smile from being seen.

"...Onmyoji...are they so weak?" Su Wu pulled the corner of his mouth.

"You can't say that. It's Akimoto who is weak, not the Onmyoji." Gojo Haru explained, "According to the strength classification, the level of the Painted Skin Ghost is about the special level, and Akimoto...is about the strength of a third-level sorcerer."

Level three...

Su Wu carefully recalled the level classification of sorcerers. Isn't the level of level three equivalent to falling to the ground?

Level three vs. special level? Ah...the opponent just flew out and didn't die on the spot, which is considered lucky.

While Gojo Haru and Su Wu were talking, several figures flew backwards.

Unlike Akimoto, who flew backwards but was still dressed in white, the figures that flew backwards were stained with blood.

It is very likely that it was their own blood. After all...no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't hurt the Painted Skin Ghost.

The crackling sound of the wall falling and the flying bricks made a big noise.

A group of figures wearing white hunting clothes ran wildly from the street, ignoring Su Wu and others, and rushed directly into the house.

Ten minutes later, they ran out one after another, their clothes were disheveled, as if they had been beaten.

Kyoto is not big, and most of the nobles' mansions are not far away, and everyone is in a similar area.

So what happened here quickly attracted a lot of people.

There are more nobles who are not afraid of death than expected, or rather, it's not that they are not afraid of death, but they know that someone will protect them.

Among this group of Onmyoji, the most capable fighter is actually a young boy.

He has strong spiritual power, and his appearance seems ordinary but actually has some delicateness. He has black hair and brown eyes, and wears a red hunting robe. He seems to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

This guy looks like a protagonist...

And the pet that follows him, who looks cute in appearance but is actually powerful? Or is it a shikigami?

"Who is that?" Su Wu's eyes fell on the boy in the red hunting robe.

"That is the youngest son of the Abe family, the grandson of Lord Harumi, and I think his name is Abe Masahiro." Gojo Haru took a look and introduced.

Although they were at a distance, the boy named Abe Masahiro seemed to have heard their conversation, and turned his head and shouted "Not a grandson!"

Then he was beaten and spun three and a half times in the air and fell unconscious on the spot.

The woman in a gorgeous black haori walked out of the gate, and blood-colored waves spread under her feet, like petals.

As if she sensed something, she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Su Wu.

Black long hair that dragged on the ground, a princess hairstyle, black eyes, even the moonlight seemed to favor her, shining her whole body.

"This is really..." Gojo Haru smiled.

"So she looks like this..." Su Wu couldn't help but sigh, "It's not strange that she looks like this."

After all, she is an existence that people lose their vigilance and take home when they see her.

She should have grown into such a peerless appearance.

"I can't tell whether she is a cursed spirit or a demon." Su Wu stood there, watching the inhuman existence born because of him approach him step by step.

As soon as Zenin Akira raised his hand, he was stopped by Gojo Haru.

"Just wait and see." Gojo Haru said calmly.

He was not worried at all that the Painted Skin Ghost would do something to the boy.

"..." Zenin Akira just frowned and stopped moving.

Is this guy very powerful?

"... Am I beautiful?" Xiao Wei touched her face and looked at the boy in front of her.

She had seen him before, when she had not yet developed self-awareness.

She had seen him writing and heard what he said - "I hope you won't let me down."

"Do your best, Xiao Wei."

Xiao Wei, who was born and knew nothing, did not understand the meaning of the other party's ambiguous words.

She still does not understand now.

She just peeled human skin, ate human hearts, bathed in human blood, and kept her skin alive as the creator had described.

"Of course you are beautiful." The white-haired boy reached out and touched the woman's face, chuckled and said.

"Then... can you give me your heart?" Xiao Wei's eyes fell on the boy's chest.

She could feel the faintly beating, lively heart underneath.

She even had a premonition that eating the heart of the creator, which had a strong vitality, would be enough to get her out of her current situation.

Once she stopped eating human hearts and bathing in human blood, her skin would rot.

Xiao Wei felt hungry. For the first time since she was born, she felt such a strong hunger.

She couldn't help but open her mouth and swallow.

"Demons... are really greedy creatures." Su Wu pinched her face with one hand and sighed.

Even though she knew that he was the one who created her, her first reaction was... to eat him.

Su Wu was not surprised by this. After all... no one knew better than him that the guy in front of him, Xiao Wei, who had a beautiful skin that was hard to find in the world, was actually just a monster.

A monster without emotions, without reason, and only a layer of human skin.

She would not be sad, sad, or happy.

She was only hungry.

The will that maintained her activities was hunger.

He himself gave the other party such characteristics, so how could he call the other party an ungrateful wolf?

Besides, he had never raised the other party.

Su Wu hoped for a creature without human characteristics, so Xiao Wei, who was born because of him, was like this, a pure inhuman.

Demons and cursed spirits, at least have feelings.

"I'm so hungry..." Xiao Wei murmured.

Her expression was indifferent, and she didn't have any big expression from beginning to end.

"You won't be hungry soon." Su Wu said with a smile, and his appearance seemed a bit gentle.

Along with this almost illusory gentleness, there appeared a flame from his palm.

The Painted Skin Ghost... feared flames the most in her life, because it would burn her human skin.

His palm was against the woman's cheek, and the moment the flames came out, they burned most of the woman's face.

"Ah——" Xiao Wei screamed and waved his hand away, touching her face in disbelief.

The black dress was engulfed by the flames, and she was in a sea of ​​fire.

The pain of being burned, and the fact that all this was done by her creator, filled her heart with pain and confusion.

Why?

If... you want to kill her, why did you let her be born in the first place?

"..." She looked at the boy with two dark holes in her eyes that were burned, and opened her mouth to say something.

But she saw the boy raised the corners of his lips, and her head rolled down, unable to speak anymore.

"Perform well and don't let me down."

"You are the plot I was going to follow when I appeared."

In the revolving lantern before her death, Xiao Wei recalled the words that the boy had said while writing her story, which she couldn't understand.

She still didn't understand it until she died.

The monster that relies on human skin to exist will naturally have nothing left after the human skin is burned.

Kong sneezed on the side, causing a small tornado.

The wind blew, and the painted skin ghost was reduced to ashes.

Abe Masahiro, who finally woke up and got up from the ground, looked at this scene and wished he was still in a dream.

What? It's over like this?

Is that the sorcerer over there? Onmyoji... lost again?

"The scene seems a little less gorgeous..." Su Wu sighed.

No one spoke, and it seemed that everything was very ordinary.

Sure enough, he did it too plainly.

He should have pretended to fight with Xiao Wei, destroyed half of Kyoto's buildings, and then got rid of Xiao Wei.

This makes the scene look more cool, and it also shows that they are all very strong.

It's just a bit difficult to find a way not to kill Xiao Wei all at once...

Although Xiao Wei was rated as special grade, but... her strength is just enough for special grade.

And Su Wu's strength is special grade because the highest is only special grade.

Just like Gojo Satoru and Ryomen Sukuna, their special grade strength is not at the same level as other special grade strengths.

"It seems that the Gojo family has added a new talent." A man in purple clothes came out and said.

The earlobes are wide, and the most conspicuous thing... is the suture on the forehead.

Su Wu slowly narrowed his eyes.

The six eyes can see the trajectory of energy, but they can't see through.

So he can't see if there is a brain with a mouth hidden in the other party's head with sutures.

No wonder the other party dared to appear in front of Gojo Haru who has six eyes.

"Why are you here." Zenin Akira seems to be very familiar with this person.

"Of course I'm here to look for you, sir. The sir of the Zenin family always goes to the Gojo family. What's the big deal?" said the man with sutures on his forehead.

From what he said, this guy is still from the Zenin family?

If I remember correctly, he seems to have been a member of the Kamo family in the comics?

As expected, interesting techniques are amazing. He often changes his body for fun.

I'm afraid this guy has used the bodies of the members of the three major families.

"Tsk, got it, let's go back." Zenin Akira pouted.

At this time, the stunned onmyojis on the side also came back to their senses, and ran over with the mentality of finding out why there was another capable guy on the side of the sorcerer.

"Sir Haru, who is this?" They looked at the boy on the side.

He has white hair, white eyebrows, and white eyelashes just like Gojo Haru, but the color of his eyes is not blue.

Fortunately, there can only be one six-eyes in the modern world. If the Gojo family has two six-eyes, what will happen?

With one six-eyes, the Gojo family is already wishing for heaven.

He looks like an adult, Gojo Haru's son?

In the Heian period, men were considered adults at the age of twelve, and after the coming-of-age ceremony, they could get married, have children, and go to work.

Su Wu was 1.85 meters tall, so he looked older than twelve. To these people in the Heian period, he was obviously an adult.

"A youngster in the family," Gojo Haru said with an ambiguous tone.

The younger generation of the family, it didn't say when they were younger generations, why don't the ones after a thousand years count?

Although... there is another possibility, that is, the other party will have nothing to do with the Gojo family after a thousand years.

But by that time, I will have returned to dust, so who cares about the future?

Compared with these boring things, he cares more about the boy who calls himself Gojo Kiri.

How interesting, the boy with six eyes who came across a thousand years meets him, the six eyes of a thousand years ago.

Gojo Haru thought of this, and his smile looked more sincere.

"... The Gojo family is really... full of talents..." The Yin-Yang master who came up to ask questions showed an expression of jealousy and envy.

How come there is such a powerful guy in the Gojo family? Why don't they have one in their family?

The six eyes were also born in the Gojo family, so all the good things are taken by the Gojo family, right?

"Maybe God prefers us more." Gojo Haru said with a smile.

He knew what these people were thinking, and he didn't mind stabbing their hearts again.

The Yin-Yang masters present all showed unlucky expressions.

"What's this person's name?" Someone asked again without giving up.

"Mist, Gojo Kiri." Gojo Haru said with a smile.

"This... I don't think I've heard of this name in Kyoto before, and this dress..." Their eyes fell on the clothes on the boy.

Compared with the wide hunting clothes and haori worn by the people in front of them, the clothes worn by the boy seemed more close-fitting and slender.

It was definitely not the clothes of Kyoto.

"Mist, he..." Gojo Haru was speechless for a moment.

The Gojo family did prepare clothes of this era for the boy, but... the boy didn't like it.

He disliked the clothes of this era because they were too bloated, making people look like a ball and gaining a hundred pounds for nothing.

So all along, the other party had been wearing his own clothes.

"I'm from the Tang Dynasty, and this is the clothes from the Tang Dynasty." The white-haired boy said lightly.

The nobles of the Heian period worshipped the culture of the Tang Dynasty.

So when Su Wu said this, no one cared about his clothes.

People were curious about the situation in the Tang Dynasty.

And... how could the younger generation of the Gojo family come from the Tang Dynasty?

The ones from the Tang Dynasty are better than theirs.

"Will we go together?" Zenin Akira asked Gojo Haru while standing next to the ox cart.

Su Wu looked at the ox cart next to him and fell into deep thought.

In the ancient times of flower cultivation, nobles would never ride on ox carts, right? They thought it was not good-looking.

Usually, it was the common people in the countryside who did these things.

But Heian-kyō was proud to ride on ox carts, which was a symbol of status.

I don't understand, but I respect it.

There's no need to ride on it yourself.

"We can just go back by ourselves." Su Wu would rather use Cang or sit on Kong.

Doesn't riding a white tiger look more handsome than riding an ox cart?

Fortunately, there are many sorcerers and onmyojis in Heian-kyō, and people have seen many demons and ghosts. They adapt well to the super-large white tiger night and regard it as Su Wu's shikigami, and do not make any other moves.