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

After Gojo Satoru and the others left, Itadori Yamasuke called Rime, who was far away in Tokyo.

Rime glanced at the children playing there and said nothing more.

"What a huge dinosaur! I wish Grandpa could see it too."

Yuji Itadori lay down in front of the transparent glass of the exhibition hall, looking excitedly at the life-size dinosaur models made by the staff inside.

"Brother, can Xiaomei take the photos for you?"

Alluja, who was standing next to Larimee, tugged at Larimee's sleeve and said she wanted to take a picture when he looked over.

"Then you two should move a little closer together~"

Rime smiled and zoomed in on Alluka's smiling face, practically shoving it in his face to capture it all. As for how blurry some of Hisahito Itadori's face was, that was none of his business.

Noticing a teacher leading a group of students approaching from behind, Rime suppressed her smile and pulled Alluka and Hisahito aside.

"How is Nanika?"

His voice was very soft; you couldn't hear what he was saying unless you listened carefully.

Alluka appears most of the time, but in fact, she only appears when Nanika is asleep.

Alluka appears only before Nanika fails to ask for anything and then asks the next person, after the person Nanika asks for leaves, and during the time Nanika is asleep after being healed.

Nanika occupied most of the body's time, while Alluka's time was actually very limited.

Several days have passed since the person who made the wish last time hasn't arrived to pay the price, and Rime is worried that Nanika might not be able to hold back.

"Actually, it's not too bad... I'm just a little hungry."

Alluka blinked and rubbed her little tummy.

Nanica's ability is less about granting wishes and more about making an exchange of equal value.

The price of a wish made by one person is paid by the next person.

During this period, the cost is temporarily paid by Nanika. When the next person to make a wish is found, Nanika will then directly extract the cost of the previous person's wish from that person.

Fuhesh made a wish for hundreds of millions of dollars, and Nanika used her magic to transport a large amount of banknotes from various places.

Because of the special circumstances of the past two days, and because there were no other people around besides Hisahito and Rimei who met the conditions for making demands, Nanika temporarily refrained from asking anyone else. However, this situation could not be dragged on indefinitely, as Nanika would only become increasingly unable to control herself.

"Is your little brother a bit hungry? Shall we go eat?"

Yuji Itadori, unaware of the riddle the two were playing, leaned over and gave them a silly, grinning face.

"Let's go eat."

Rime took Alluka's hand and led Hisahito to a restaurant for a meal.

After finishing their meal and returning to their lodgings, Rime put them to sleep and then dialed Fuheshel's number.

"If you don't make a move, I will."

Rime was getting a little impatient.

He spoke with Fuheshel that day, but Rime only wanted to use him and didn't explain the rules of Alluka's wish clearly.

I don't know if Fuheshel was blinded by money, but he actually agreed to find a sacrifice for Nanica.

Finding a suitable person to be the sacrifice is not easy. Society is not like it used to be. It's best if that person has limited contact with people, excluding sorcerers and politicians, otherwise dealing with the aftermath will be very troublesome.

According to Rimei's idea, he wanted to capture a curse master.

Cursed practitioners have very low psychological defenses. They are like rats in the gutter, only daring to hide in the damp sewers. Even when their corpses rot, few people other than their fellow practitioners will know.

"Found it, is it okay tonight?"

Fuheishen clicked his tongue and punched the wrinkled old man next to him.

"……address."

After communicating with Fuhesh, Rime hung up the phone.

Fuhei Shen curiously stroked his chin and looked at the old man he had dragged from the General Headquarters all the way back to Kyoto.

That white-haired curse master didn't seem very bright.

In just a few words, he sensed something was off about the spell.

To replenish one's lost magical power by taking the lives of others?

He had never heard of such an evil technique in the world of sorcery.

A sorcerer's magical power originates from their own negative emotions, and their spells are also driven by magical power.

Perhaps some special spells of [Spell Release] require burning one's own life to amplify power, but he has never seen a spell that draws on the life of others to fill its own. Is this the difference between a cursed spirit and a human?

If that cursed spirit can freely take other people's lives and misappropriate them, can it also use this ability on other people?

Fuheshchen knew this ability sounded somewhat sinister, but he still wanted to try out the idea that was lurking in his mind.

There's probably no limit to how many wishes you can make...

perhaps……

"What are you doing at the Zen temple?!"

When the dirty rag, which appeared out of nowhere, was taken from the mouth of the elderly man who was used to a life of luxury, the manager of the director's office spoke up in a fit of rage.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to test my inner thoughts."

Fuheishen easily lifted the edge of the man's shirt by the back of his neck.

As he was lifted into the air, the old man's throat was gripped by his collar, and the feeling of suffocation made him struggle desperately with his hands and feet, causing the muscles in his face to tremble uncontrollably.

"Sorry, I forgot you're a useless piece of trash."

Fuheshchen beat the old man a few more times without any remorse and took him to an abandoned factory.

The buildings here have been unused for a long time, and because of the presence of a low-level curse, even the slovenly dogs dare not set foot here.

Furthermore, because the curse level was too low, no sorcerer came to support the trade after the window reported to its superiors. Trading here is indeed a very good location.

The stars hung low, and the moonlight was as still and deep as water.

On a vacant lot piled with discarded tires, the white-haired curse master stood holding the hand of a small child.

Under the moonlight, the black-haired child's smile was pure and gentle. He slowly opened his mouth as Fuheishen threw the person over.

"What's your name?"

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Happy Winter Solstice everyone! Thank you Izuna and the other babies for the gifts! I owe you a chapter, my boyfriend's mom is coming over to make dumplings later... Oh my god... Please let me handle this first, and I'll see if I can finish it later QAQ