Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

The corridor fell silent.

The fluctuations of Lu Suo's magical power gradually subsided, and with his five fingers slightly spread, a blue bead floated in his palm.

The last bit of magical power of the real person was absorbed and turned into a Poké Ball.

Lu Suo pinched the bead between his thumb and forefinger, looked at it in front of his eyes, then closed his fingers, and the bead disappeared into his palm.

He looked up at Mashiro, who was standing at the other end of the corridor.

The wounds that Mashiro had sustained from her domain had been healed by her Wuwei Transformation technique, and the expression on her face gradually changed from the tension of the battle to a calm one.

"Hey," he chuckled, his tone as if he'd bumped into an old acquaintance on the street, "we meet again."

Mashiro didn't speak; her fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the sword.

"Have you considered joining us yet?" Rōsō tucked his hands back into his sleeves, his robes swaying gently with his movements. "Gojō Satoru has been sealed away. Your strongest fighter is gone."

Mashiro glanced at him, then sighed.

"You and I are the same," she said, her tone clearly impatient. "Why don't you ever learn?"

She switched Cong Yu from her right hand to her left, freeing up her right hand. "It makes me really angry if I have to repeat myself a second or third time."

"Don't be angry." Lu Su shook his head, feigning regret. "The difference in strength has reversed. Aren't you really going to reconsider?"

"Although that's not the main point, you did remind me of something."

Mashiro replied, "I'm curious, how did you seal Gojo Satoru away?"

She really wanted to know how Gojo Satoru managed to give it away so quickly.

It's really unreasonable that they knew the relevant information.

"Are you interested in the item used to seal him?" Lu Suo raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No, I'm interested in how you sealed him away."

"Oh ho ho, then I'll tell you about it."

Ryosaku was happy to share his plan with Mashiro, just like watching the replay of his five-kill streak in a game – it was exhilarating.

Furthermore, Mashiro is neither human nor a cursed spirit, a rather unique existence that makes Ryosaku very interested in her.

For Ryosaku, the opportunity to share his plans with others is invaluable, let alone with Mashiro, which makes it even more interesting.

He didn't care about the details; with a flick of his sleeve, he sat down on the ground.

He took a cube out of his sleeve, placed it on the ground in front of him, and tapped its surface with his fingertip.

"The tool used to seal Gojo Satoru is this: Prison Gate."

Mashiro blinked; she really hadn't expected Ryosaku to sit down so directly.

A millennium-old sorcerer who had just devoured a top-tier cursed spirit in front of her was now sitting cross-legged on the corridor floor, completely unconcerned, even displaying the Prison Gate to her.

Mashiro tightened her grip on Congyu's hand slightly.

Should she strike now?

There must be a cursed spirit hidden on Lu Suo's body, but being so close, we might be able to kill him quickly.

No, he's not a real person.

Lu Suo wouldn't make such a basic mistake; the fact that he sat down meant he had already prepared a backup plan.

There was another reason that made Mashiro loosen her hand from Murasame's and decide to continue like this.

That is, although you can take advantage of the moment to attack and gain the upper hand, you lose the demeanor of a strong person!

A true strong person is one who remains calm in the face of change, always has wise sayings at hand, and can handle anything with ease.

If she hesitates at this moment, she will lose in terms of vision and grace!

She would never allow such a thing!

Mashiro nodded, put away the Raindrop in her hand, and sat down on the ground, facing Toso: "I know, but it takes a minute for it to seal Gojo Satoru, right? How did you manage to do that?"

"It's only a minute in his mind, just enough to trigger his memories." Lu Suo watched her sit down, the corners of his mouth curving up a little wider.

Lu Suo said, tapping his fingers lightly twice on the surface of the prison gate, "The more he thought about, the faster time passed."

He looked up at Mashiro, a hint of smugness in his eyes: "Do you know who I am?"

Seeing Lu Suo's smug look, Zhen Bai understood that what he wanted to hear was her say "I don't know".

Then he could reveal the entire plan, showing her the ingenuity of its details bit by bit.

Unfortunately, she is the intelligence demon Xu Luo, and such petty tricks will not work.

And she also wanted to see the expression on this guy's face after the box was opened!

She rested her face on her left hand and slightly raised her eyebrows.

"You rascal..." she said, "you mean Lu Suo?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Suo's expression changed instantly, and his body, no longer as relaxed as before, leaned forward slightly.

He never mentioned that name to her.

His current name is Xia Youjie, and all the curse spirits call him Xia Youjie, as do all the curse masters.

The name Lu Suo hasn't been used for a very, very long time.

Now this kid is sitting right in front of him, looking at him with eyes that seem to see through everything, and has revealed his real name.

Who is she? How did she know her name?

Could she also be a sorcerer who has lived from that era to the present?

But how do you explain strength?

The level of ability she displayed at the previous exchange meeting was not right; it wasn't the level one would expect from someone who has lived for a thousand years.

Lu Su gritted his teeth, and an idea came to mind.

Could it be that she's been playing dumb all along?

She deliberately suppressed her strength, making everyone ignore her, and then revealed her true colors at this crucial moment.

No, wait a minute, her behavior at the exchange meeting could be interpreted as her deliberately belittling herself.

But what about her fight with the real person just now?

Does she stubbornly resist the inaction that has led to this shift in her field?

And the Dharma wheel on her head—if she has lived for a thousand years, it's impossible that there would be no news about her during such a long period of time.

Looking at Mashiro, who was standing in front of him with a hint of mockery, Lu Su forced himself to calm down.

He nodded, sat up straight, and asked with a hint of inquiry, "Yes, you are...?"

"Kujou Mashiro, do I really need to reintroduce myself now?"

Mashiro smiled, very satisfied with Ryosaku's performance.

Lu Suo remained silent for a while, suppressing his doubts.

His plan was more than half complete. Gojo Satoru had been sealed away, the real person was in his hands, and Mashiro's identity could be investigated later.

"The body I'm using." He raised his right hand, palm up, and pointed to his face. "His name is Xia Youjie, and he's Gojo Satoru's best friend."

"I see." Mashiro nodded, in a good mood.

Seeing the caught-out expression on Lu Suo's face was more pleasurable than hacking a real person half to death.