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

"Xiaomei said our whole family is going on a trip?"

Alluka tilted her head back, her bright blue eyes sparkling, and her fair face flushed with excitement.

"Yes, Alluka, is there anywhere you'd like to go? You can choose anywhere~"

Rime bent down and patted Alluka's soft hair with a smile.

Now that everything is safe except for Sendai, and with Ryosō's tip-off, Rimei thinks they should set off as soon as possible.

"Can we go to Tokyo?"

Alluka smiled innocently and pointed to the television screen showing the Akasaka Dinosaur Museum in Minato Ward, Tokyo.

Hisahito's words had left a mark on Alluka's heart. Since her brother said he didn't want a real dinosaur, then they should go to the dinosaur museum!

Rime followed Alluka's finger and saw what was on the television. He glared at Itadori Yasuke through gritted teeth.

"You guys go ahead, I won't go. I need to stay and guard the family's martial arts school." Itadori Yasuke scratched his head.

"Oh? Grandpa's not going, then I don't want to go either."

Alluka pouted, looking a little sulky.

"Me too, me too."

Yuhito couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Grandpa has something to do. You and Rimei are going to have fun for two days and you'll be back soon. Grandpa wanted to see you bring me some local specialties!"

Itadori Yasuke relaxed his brows and lovingly patted his two little grandsons with his wrinkled hands.

"Oh well."

Alluka pouted, looking unwilling.

But his expression quickly changed. Yujin produced a handful of candy from somewhere, and under his comforting words, the clear, cheerful laughter of children filled the living room.

Once out of the children's sight, Itadori Yasuke straightened his expression and said, "You should leave quickly. I suspect someone will be coming to investigate soon. If no one is home, the police will become suspicious."

Yasuke Itadori lived for several decades. He had a bad temper, but he was a very upright person.

Despite never having done anything wrong, Itadori Yasuke has been unusually uneasy these past two days.

He knew that those people were not killed by Rime and Alluka, but those dozens of people died because of human desires and greed caused by the appearance of those banknotes.

In today's society, surveillance is everywhere. Watanabe Yasuke knew that the police would come knocking on his door sooner or later, and he was determined to stand up for the children.

"Oh well."

Rimei glanced at the old man with some surprise, not expecting him to say something like that at a time like this.

He bought the nearest Shinkansen ticket and planned to travel from Sendai to Tokyo.

Although Tokyo is the headquarters of the High School of Cursed Arts, it is a large place, and it would be easier to hide if Gojo Satoru is not there.

The two children were very excited about the upcoming trip, but an uninvited guest arrived while they were packing.

The black-haired youth named Fuheishen walked in as if he were in his own home, took a long stride, found a chair, and lazily crossed his legs.

"What are you doing here?!"

Upon seeing Fuhesh, Rimei was immediately enraged.

In most cases, Alluka's demands were beyond her control; after Fuhshen made that wish, that sword of Damocles hung over their heads.

If Alluka inadvertently makes demands of her neighbors and then uses the time spent together to affect their family, then they will all be finished.

Rime noticed that Hisahito Itadori was somewhat different in Alluka's heart. It seemed that there was no price to pay for making a wish, but what if something happened?

The culprit who caused all this dares to come to our door so brazenly. I've never seen such a shameless person before.

"Your technique is quite interesting."

Vohsheel ignored Rime and instead stared with great interest at the child playing with the plush toy.

He was talking to Alluka, but Alluka ignored him and continued playing with her toys as if she hadn't heard him.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Fuheshel shifted his gaze to Rime, who was glaring angrily at him.

"Do you know how many surveillance cameras are in the subway station? I took care of all of them; shouldn't you pay me for that?"

Fuhe Shen leaned back and said with a hint of mockery.

"Reward? Get lost before I decide to kill you!"

As the magical power surged, a huge ice cone appeared in Rime's hand.

Angered, he threw the ice pick at Fuhesh'er's head.

As if sensing it in advance, Fuheishen turned his head to the side.

The ice pick traced a parabola through the air before falling to the ground at tremendous speed with a crisp shattering sound.

"Didn't you promise to grant my wish? I didn't pocket all that money. You need to compensate me. And as compensation, I need to make another wish."

Fu Heishen placed his hands behind his head, calmly and leisurely narrowing his eerie green eyes, and lazily said.

Things happened too fast that day. Fuheshir quickly stuffed some of the money into Ugly Bao's stomach, but there was just too much money, which quickly caused a commotion. Fuheshir, who was mixed in with the crowd, only managed to take a small portion with him.

Most of the money was confiscated by the police who rushed to the scene after being alerted.

This made him very unhappy.

If there were a rating system, he would definitely give that cursed spirit a bad review; wishing doesn't even include after-sales service.

The thought of how many times that money could be used to gamble on horses filled Fuheshel with anguish.

"Have you no shame?!"

When she saw that this person was demanding compensation, Rime completely lost her temper and started cursing at Fuheishen without any regard for her image.

"Make one more wish! Do you know how much we have to pay for just one of your wishes?!"

Thinking about this made Li Mei furious.

If it weren't for the fact that his home wasn't a suitable place for sparring, and the timing wasn't too bad, he would definitely have used all his strength to kill Fuheishen here.

"cost?"

Noticing the loophole in Rime's words, Fuheshchen repeated them thoughtfully.

He didn't realize how the child produced those banknotes that day.

When Fuheshel went back, he examined the serial numbers on the banknotes. The serial numbers on those banknotes were real and had not been conjured out of thin air. Every banknote was genuine, and some even had signs of wear and tear, as if they had been moved from elsewhere.

Indeed, the magic of the sorcery world is fair; those who have the ability to make wishes must pay a price.

He said, "How can there be something without a price?"

"Do you want to keep making wishes?"

Rimei gave a cold laugh and then narrowed her purplish-red eyes.

"Then find a sacrificial offering."

Noticing that the old man and Hisahito weren't paying attention to them, Rime spoke up somewhat dangerously.