Minecraft: Steve came to the back room

Kisuke Urahara gripped the hilt of the Benihime sword with one hand, his eyes behind his sunglasses utterly calm.

"Bankai: Kannon Kaikou Hime Kai: Kasumi Blood!"

Two simple words, without any earth-shattering noise, instantly froze the entire space.

A pale red mist instantly spread out from Urahara and Benihime, enveloping the entire street with a gentle yet absolutely domineering spiritual power.

The aftershocks of the violent curse and the howling winds all stopped, dissolved, and returned to nothing the moment they touched the mist.

Yang Bo appeared on the rooftop of a building, carrying Fukuro Megumi, and looked down at Urahara Kisuke.

"Damn it, the manager always comes up with something new! He's got a new trick up his sleeve so quickly?!"

Urahara Kisuke's Bankai was powerful, but it required him to touch the target to unleash its full potential.

But now, melee attacks have become area-of-effect skills.

"Seriously, they're cheating and not taking me with them!"

Looking down at the faint red mist, Fushiguro felt a sudden sense of fear.

Whether it's a cyborg or a cursed spirit.

It vanished the instant it was swallowed by the red mist.

The only one still standing was a young boy with long, light blue-silver hair. His face, neck, and arms were covered with stitch-like lines, making him look like a pieced-together doll.

Upon seeing the real person, Fushiguro Megumi's expression changed:

"That's a top-tier curse spirit master, who possesses the technique of effortless transformation. He can alter the soul simply by touching the body, which is extremely dangerous. Moreover, he has no means of attacking the soul, so he is not harmed at all."

Upon hearing this, Yang Bo stared at Fu Hei Hui with a suspicious look: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? This guy really isn't an actor you hired?"

Playing mind games in front of Kisuke Urahara?

This is even worse than showing off one's axe in front of Guan Yu.

Kisuke Urahara was a ruthless man who could create the Hogyoku.

Just as Yang Bo had predicted.

The so-called top-tier cursed spirits are like newborn babies in front of the shopkeeper's Bankai.

Its capabilities were completely suppressed.

At this moment, the real person couldn't even expand their domain.

"Tsk, I wonder where Gojo Satoru has gone. He didn't even bother to take care of such a weak opponent."

"Student, stay here and don't move. I'm going down to catch a top-tier cursed spirit."

Fushiguro Megumi: "..."

Are they not even going to call me by my name this time?

Also, where did Gojo Satoru find these two perverts?

Yang Bo teleported above the real person, raising his fist which was wrapped in Armament Haki, and fell from the sky like a shooting star.

Soul attack?

Stop messing around. If I punch you and you don't die, I'll call it quits.

But at that moment, Kisuke Urahara saw him and immediately swung his Zanpakuto.

An extremely powerful force pulled the real person in front of him.

Yang Bo's powerful punch landed on the ground without causing the slightest ripple.

"No, what are you doing? Ouch!"

Kisuke Urahara grabbed Makoto's body and explained, "This guy is very valuable for research. If possible, there will be no more cursed spirits in Gojo Satoru's world in the future, and I can also mass-produce Hogyoku!"

Yang Bo: "!!!"

"Are you serious?"

"The sorcerers and spirits of this world are extremely special. Give me some time, and I may be able to use the power of the spirits that were born to create a new Hogyoku."

Upon hearing this, Yang Bo could only give Urahara Kisuke a thumbs up.

"You're strong! Here's a jar, fill it up yourself."

Chapter 375 Am I going to fight Su Nuo? Really?

"This is called Haruta Shigemi, who actually dropped a level 5 lucky potion. That's interesting."

I hadn't checked Haruta's loot at all, and I didn't expect it to be a lucky potion.

On the other side, the shop manager had already put the top-grade cursed spirit into a bottle and put it into the storage bag he carried with him.

"I never expected to make such a discovery during this trip. Gojo Satoru's world is very interesting."

"The energy in this world is filled with all kinds of negative emotions."

As long as the impurities of hatred and fear attached to the energy are stripped away and destroyed, leaving only neutral and pure mantra power.

This way, we can obtain a huge amount of usable energy.

Just then, Gojo Satoru appeared beside the two of them, holding a biological display jar in his hand.

"The idea is wonderful."

"But the cursed power that humans leak out, those negative emotions, are not just dust on the surface; they are an integral part of this energy itself."

"I know you want to filter the curse power externally, but the countless malicious fragments that are stripped away won't just disappear into thin air."

You must find a suitable vessel to imprison it permanently, but once the seal breaks, all the accumulated malice will be released at once, and the disaster will far exceed that of the original cursed spirit.

"As long as humans continue to experience negative emotions, this is not a coincidence, but an inevitable event."

Hearing their conversation, Yang Bo weakly raised his hand: "Speak... is there any possibility that I can perfectly process the negative emotions you're talking about?"

"As long as you gather the magical power, whether it's for sealing or finding a vessel, I will accept it."

Even if the portable conversion table doesn't accept negative emotions, it still has lava and cacti.

If all else fails, there's still the void.

Gojo Satoru fell silent upon hearing this.

For him, completely eliminating negative emotions is unreasonable, but Yang Bo's very existence is unreasonable.

Kisuke Urahara, who was standing nearby, burst into laughter.

“The three of us can definitely work together. Gojo Satoru, your world, according to the boss, is very valuable.”

"It is indeed very valuable."

Every world has different rules, and it's amazing that the humans in Gojo Satoru's world can generate magical power like a generator.

In ordinary worlds, even in worlds with extraordinary powers, emotions only affect the individual.

Of course, Warhammer is an exception.

The subspace will tell the cursed spirits what true emotions are.

Yang Bo glanced at the jar in Gojo Satoru's hand, inside which was a pale brain.

But that's not the most important thing.

Most importantly, it has a huge mouth on its brain without lips.

"This is also a cursed spirit? It doesn't even have legs? It can fly?"

Yang Bo found it hard to imagine how this brain could be attacked. Could it be a purely psychological attack, like Professor X's?

But with such a fragile mind, wouldn't one punch turn it into mincemeat?

He said his name was Ao!

"It allows one to transplant their brain into the body of a recently deceased person, seize the corpse, and inherit the other person's flesh, memories, and techniques."

Yang Bo was greatly surprised upon hearing this.

"So strong? And it even has parasitic abilities?"

But at that moment, the brain trapped in the glass jar suddenly spoke:

"It's not parasitism, it's a surgical procedure, a brain transplant that takes over the body."

"You can still talk??"

Yang Bo reached out and used his telekinesis to take the jar from Gojo Satoru's hand.

"Brain in a vat"

"This contains an extraordinary brain—the birth mother of Hisahito Itadori!"

"P.S.: This brain knows most of the secrets of the jutsu world!"

Yang Bo's eyes widened as the image of Hisahito Itadori's pink hair flashed through his mind.

His worldview was severely impacted.

"Gojo Satoru, she's Hisahito Itadori's mother?!"

Originally grieving because his friend Xia Youjie's body was infested with brains, Gojo Satoru instantly perked up upon hearing this.

"what?"

He really couldn't hold it in.

Just then, the "brain in a vat" spoke again:

“You’re right, I am indeed Hisahito Itadori’s mother. Hisahito’s first wife was Kaori Itadori. The two of them wanted children, but Kaori died young and they were unable to have any children.

I possessed her body, returned to Hitoshi Itadori's side, and had a son, Hisahito Itadori, with him.

The three people present had somewhat complicated expressions.

Yang Bo, in particular, who had seen relatively few 'big scenes', even doubted whether he had misheard.

"Gojo Satoru, is your world really this chaotic? I just saw Fushiguro Megumi's father chasing after him, and I almost beat his father to death."

Gojo Satoru remained silent for a moment.