Curse Returns: What did the human-shaped wishing machine do wrong this time?

After stuffing the corpse into Ugly Bao's mouth, Fuhe Shen'er turned and left.

He heard a few whispers behind him, but he ignored them, thinking they were none of his business. However, when he was halfway there, a clear child's voice rang out behind him.

"Hey, Fuheishen, can we play the lift-up game?"

A bone-chilling cold spread throughout the space.

Inside the empty subway station, the sound of departing footsteps abruptly ceased.

Fuheshen turned around and saw the black-haired child open his soft palm, revealing a hollow and fake smile.

Under the light, the child's face had returned to normal, but in Fuheishen's eyes, an ominous black aura swirled around the child, and an invisible sense of restraint was imposed on him after that child's voice.

Fu Heishen's expression darkened slightly.

[Binding] is the most common type of exchange oath in the world of sorcery, but the Heaven with zero sorcery power and the Curse Binding have always prevented Fuheshen from being bound.

After the child spoke, he felt an invisible bond forming between them, a feeling that made Fuheishen, who had never existed in the eyes of others, feel extremely uncomfortable.

"..."

Fuheshchen wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he noticed something strange.

The curse master who was fighting him changed his expression instantly after hearing those words.

In Rime's mind, as the price to pay for Hisahito Itadori's wish, Alluka's demands on him would definitely go far beyond just lifting him up and playing games.

Fuhe Shen'er should be at the level of a first-class sorcerer. How is it possible that the price for escaping from his hands was only the initial demand?

In an instant, the scene of Hisahito Itadori making a wish reappeared in Rimei's mind.

Nanika appeared directly after Yuji Itadori's call, without going through the usual three requests. Could it be that Lord Sukuna's vessel is something special?

Suspicious glances fell on the pink-haired child who looked silly. Rime suppressed her thoughts and planned to go back and study it further. The problem now had become Fukushiro, who had been forced to do so by Alluka.

His expression shifted, eventually settling on the black figure that had appeared before him without his noticing.

Are you sick?

Fuheishen stood with his back to the incandescent lights of the subway platform, looking down at the black-haired child with his head slightly tilted back.

The light cast a metallic silver-white edge on his black hair, and his entire face was shrouded in shadow, making him look unusually indifferent.

"Fuheishen, can we play the lift-up game?"

Contrary to his expectations.

Even after being threatened, the child continued to hold out his palms, maintaining a hazy, fake smile, and repeated what he had just said.

Fuheishener frowned and refused outright: "I have no time to play house with you guys."

If it weren't for that inexplicable feeling of constraint that made Fuheishen uncomfortable, he wouldn't have turned around after his name was called.

"it is good."

After Fuheshel refused, Alluka simply responded with a faint sound, then smiled again and spoke:

"Fuheishen, may I pat your head?"

His requirements were simple, and they all seemed easy to accomplish.

However, Fuheishen felt something was off. The warning of danger made him sense that the atmosphere around him had instantly turned cold.

After Fuheshel refused, a hint of joy unconsciously appeared between Rime's brows.

He knew that a curse master like the Sorcerer Killer, whose hands were covered in blood, would never agree to play with a child so easily.

His initial attempts to force him to comply were all met with rejection. He could already foresee the scene of this man being twisted into a rope, his muscles and bones being torn apart, and him lying in front of him like a piece of cotton.

That scene was alright for him and Alluka, but what about Itadori Yabusuke and Lord Sukuna's vessel? If they were scared out of their wits, that would be fine; they could just keep the old man in bed. The only problem was that Lord Sukuna's vessel couldn't stay in bed forever; otherwise, his muscles would atrophy when Lord Sukuna took over the body...

As Rime was deep in thought, Vöhssen noticed Rime's ever-changing expression.

He reached out his large hand and placed it directly on the head of the child who looked like a mannequin.

He had never coaxed his own son like this before, but when he went out to take on a job, he encountered this child who looked like a ghost.

Fuheishen clicked his tongue, thinking that this feeling was really terrible.

When he placed his hand on Alluka's head, the little boy's eyes crinkled and his smile became much more genuine, while the curse master's expression turned ominous.

Rime's brows furrowed, and his eyes concealed a raging fire of anger.

Fuheshchen found it even more interesting.

He had been involved in the world of sorcery for many years and had a great understanding of the various spells used by sorcerers and spirits.

Some spells can be triggered directly with spell power, while others have long wind-up conditions.

For example, there was a curse master named Wei Shenpo whose spells and spirit summoning techniques had a very long setup time. She needed to pray for a long time before she could use the spell. Fu Heishen, who had seen her once, felt that he would have killed her many times over in that time.

If he wasn't mistaken, the child before him was exchanging some kind of bondage with him.

Restraint usually involves both parties being constrained. He didn't believe that restraining himself would have no impact on the child. He guessed that his refusal or agreement to those questions would lead to two different outcomes.

Judging from the curse master's reaction, the outcome he agreed to was clearly not within the other party's expectations.

Fuheishen was quite interested and planned to play with the child for a while. He would decide whether to resolve the issue later after the child had gotten rid of that inexplicable feeling of constraint.

"Fuheishen, can you give me a compliment?"

After Fuheshel touched the child's head, he made another simple request.

Having decided to have some fun, Fuheshel agreed to Alluka's request while keeping an eye on Rime's expression.

And each time he fulfilled a request, the curse master's face would darken further.

Perhaps Rime herself didn't realize it, but Fuheshel, who grew up being ridiculed, was exceptionally sensitive to the emotions of others.

When the third request was completed, Fuhesh was thinking that this ability was too weak, with so many prerequisites.

Just as he was feeling disgusted, the pale-faced monster reappeared.

Inorganic blackness filled the whites of his eyes, and his eyes, like black holes filled with viscous black mud, gazed at me with a deep, eerie light.

"Fuheshchen, what is your wish?"

A sharp sound came through, albeit somewhat indistinctly.

"Huh? That's it?"

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, Fuheishen slowly narrowed his eyes and let out a soft laugh in a playful tone.