Don't force me to use my right fist.

Sawa, who thought he would only be able to move around freely during lunch break, was resting his forehead on his hand, recalling the details of the monsters he had encountered that morning, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure at the window next to him.

The kimono that stood out so conspicuously in the modern school made Saya recognize her instantly. Unfortunately, she only appeared for a moment before disappearing from his sight.

Strange, how come Ai suddenly reappeared at the academy? The last time she was here was because that unlucky little brat Amakawa Tsubasa got cursed with Hell Correspondence. Is she here to work again today?

In short, now that he'd determined she wasn't looking for him, Saya couldn't just sit idly by. Hell Girl might not be wrong, but he still needed to figure out what Hell Correspondence was all about.

The original work did quite a few things, like sending good people to hell.

But at least with Sawa, he wouldn't stand idly by.

"Teacher, I'm not feeling well. Could I go to the infirmary?"

Saya stood up abruptly and raised his hand. His loud voice, which was completely at odds with what he said, immediately drew the attention of the entire class.

Saya, however, seemed to ignore these gazes and simply muttered something to Kaguya, who was sitting in front of him.

"Do me a favor, I have something to take care of, it's serious business."

Kaguya didn't ask him to explain further after hearing his explanation. She trusted Sawa in this respect; if it was a serious matter, he wouldn't lie to her.

So, after giving the somewhat embarrassed and stunned teacher a wink, the teacher's expression softened.

With this young lady's indication, there's no problem; I don't have to take responsibility anyway.

"Okay then, Saya, you can handle it yourself, just be careful."

The teacher gave Saya a kind smile, who had connections to the school, and then let him out.

Chapter 549 Professional Parking

Sawa stood up without feeling embarrassed at all and walked out of the classroom, heading in the direction where the kimono-clad girl had disappeared.

Fortunately, although Ai is usually elusive, her subordinate, the Bone Woman, cannot appear and disappear at will like her, like a ghost.

Sawa quickly found the front of a class that was having a physical education class. Not far away, on the rooftop of a school building, Hone-onna and Ai were standing on the roof, gazing in the direction of the class.

Sōyu frowned, then got up and walked towards the rooftop.

Before he could even open the locked door to the rooftop, the Bone Woman appeared before him like a loyal dog, blocking his way up.

"Are you trying to stop Miss again?"

She stared coldly at Zuoyou, knowing in her heart that she was no match for him, but that didn't stop her from blocking his way.

"Yes, in a sense, you're right."

Sōyū blinked, not refuting her statement.

He was indeed there to stop Hell Correspondence from happening, or you could say he was there to stop Love.

A sharp bone knife appeared in the Bone Woman's hand, and she pointed it at the direction where Saya was without hesitation.

Saya's expression suddenly turned strange, as if she had said something odd.

"Get this straight. I might be your enemy, but I'm not your young lady. You need to understand that."

Sōyū earnestly reminded the tall woman that his relationship with Ai was going very well; Ai had even moved into his house yesterday.

"You're talking nonsense..."

As soon as the Bone Woman finished speaking, the door on the rooftop opened. Ai, still with that expressionless face, glanced at him before silently turning to her.

"Let him come up. You can go about your business now, Zenggen."

Her words carried an undeniable tone, causing the Bone Woman, who had wanted to continue arguing, to shrink back. She could only glare fiercely at Saya before turning into a wisp of black smoke and leaving.

Saya shrugged, strode up the rooftop stairs, and stood on the rooftop with the kimono-clad girl, looking down at the students who were playfully fighting.

Time can indeed change many things. The timid girl who used to cling to me has finally matured under the baptism of time, and knows how to give orders and how to maintain her authority.

"Has someone started Hell Communication again?"

Saya moved closer to the girl who had stopped talking and followed her gaze to a girl who was playing with her classmates.

She wasn't very pretty; compared to the girls Saya knew, she was just very ordinary.

But love's gaze doesn't linger on such a person for no reason. It can only mean that either she is the target of Hell Correspondence, or she is the initiator of Hell Correspondence.

Zuo You wasn't a god, so he couldn't simply see anything from this. But one thing he was very clear about was that the girl next to him must have come here for something she needed to do.

"Yes, it's her."

Fortunately, although Ai still had that expressionless look, she still answered Saya's question truthfully.

However, this sparing use of words made Sawa, who had become accustomed to her clinging to him like a leech, slightly unaccustomed over time.

"Well, let's not talk about that for now. How did you come up with the idea of ​​becoming Hell Girl?" Without beating around the bush, Saya asked directly, shifting her gaze from the girl below to the girl in front of her.

"Ai, Enma Ai, that's my name now." The girl, who had ultimately adopted this name, turned around, but her words seemed to have no connection to Saya's question.

"Changing your name is your right, but I just want to know, what happened while I was away that turned you into this?"

Saya wasn't surprised by this; he was more concerned about the changes in Enma Ai's personality. Over the years, this was probably the biggest change she had undergone.

"Me? I haven't changed."

With a hint of doubt, Enma Ai turned her head to look at Saya. As if to refute him with her actions, she reached out her small hand and took Saya's hand, standing in front of him just like a thousand years ago, and continued to look at the girl below.

"It's just that I've become more law-abiding and have seen too much, so I've become a bit numb."

His voice remained completely devoid of emotion, yet Sōyū could detect a trace of unspoken sorrow within it.

"As for why I became Hell Girl."

Enma Ai glanced back at Saya, a hint of vulnerability appearing in her scarlet eyes. At this moment, she resembled the girl named Shibata Ai that Saya knew.

A resolute glint flashed in Enma Ai's eyes.

"Even now, I still don't regret what I did. I know I was wrong and I will take responsibility, but if I were given another chance, I would still choose to do it that way."

When she spoke of how she had personally buried the entire village a thousand years ago, the determination in Enma Ai's eyes became even more pronounced.

"So you chose to become Hell Girl to atone for the sins you committed?"

Sawa deduced the reason why she did this, and in that case, it made sense.

Is Hell Communication really not adding new sins, but rather a form of atonement?

"You could say that. After seeing so much resentment from all aspects of humanity, it's easy to become numb."

Seemingly relieved from exhaustion, while Saya was still pondering what else had happened in the past thousand years, the girl named Enma Ai turned around and bumped into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around Sōyū's waist as before, rested her head against his chest, sniffed with her little nose, and after smelling that familiar and comforting scent, she rubbed against his chest contentedly like a child.

"I'm tired, let me lean on you, Mr. Monster."

Chapter 550 Should Good People Go to Hell?

Does Zuoyou not mind her leaning on him like this? He's already used to it anyway.

This kind of thing happened a long time ago, so it's no big deal to repeat it again.

"Um, if you want to catch up, you can wait a bit, but isn't that guy down there about to be sent away? If you're Hell Girl, can't this thing stop for a bit?"

With sharp eyes, Saya noticed a girl below who had somehow pulled out a straw doll and was about to pull the rope. He nudged the girl in his arms and pointed at her, asking, "What is this girl?"

"No, that's the rule. Even I can only follow it."

Enma Ai also knew what was about to happen, but having witnessed this kind of thing countless times, she simply turned around, exchanged a glance with Saya, and then shook her head.

She was merely an executor; she had no power to refuse.

"More rules? Why are there so many rules in the new hell?"

Sawa scratched his head, looking rather troubled. It was one thing for Shiki to be like this, but the Three-Eyed Spider was the same way. Did all beings from hell possess this trait?

But no matter what, Sawa can't just stand by and watch this happen.

"If this girl initiated Hell Correspondence, then who was the target?"

Saya followed the girl's resentful gaze and spotted another girl in a similar gymnastics outfit, with her teacher instructing her on her training.

Saya's subconscious told him that this might be quite interesting.

"If it's convenient, could you please explain how this happened and what happened?"

Sawa looked down and met the gaze of the adorable, doll-like girl in his arms. As the Hell Girl, Ai must know everything before each mission.

The problem lies in whether she wants to say it or not.

But clearly, Sawa underestimated his importance in this girl's heart. The girl, who should have been sparing with words, had now become a walking encyclopedia, answering every question. She had no idea what he meant.

"The initiator liked that PE teacher, and next to that PE teacher was the best friend that the initiator of Hell Correspondence considered to be her closest friend."

Enma Ai briefly described the relationships between the few people present who were connected to Hell Correspondence to Saya, but having seen too many things like this, she didn't even bother to care.

"So, the target of the curse must be the instigator's best friend, the girl next to the PE teacher?"

Just thinking about it, Sawa felt that even he himself was unlikely to forgive her.

But the girl with the hip-cut hair in Saya's arms simply shook her head. Her slender fingers first poked Saya's forehead, then slowly moved to the girl who was kindly instructing him.

"He was the one whose name was written in Hell Correspondence."

Ai's tone remained calm and composed, but what she said left Sōyū completely bewildered.

"This isn't right. Did he start something and then abandon it, or what? These two girls are fighting over a man, and in the end, they want to send the guy they're fighting over to hell?"

Sōyū looked incredulous. If the teacher had abandoned the girl after starting something, it would be understandable. But judging from his actions, not only did he not lay a hand on the girl who should have been resented, but he also treated each student very strictly.

He looks every bit the good teacher, and it doesn't seem like he's faking it.

"No, he didn't even accept the feelings of either of them. Instead, he reminded them to study hard. So in a sense, he was a good teacher."

Enma Ai's voice was somewhat numb, but Saya could still detect a hint of disgust in her words.

But that wasn't what Saya was thinking about now. After hearing Enma Ai's answer, he became even more confused.

Good teachers should be sent to hell? What's wrong with this world?