Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Chapter 130 Countdown 7 Want to go home

At that moment, he felt a piercing pain, and he almost fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Ha, cough cough..."

Every breath was accompanied by tearing pain, and blood was dripping out along the handle of the dagger.

There is a large area of black in front of my eyes, and I can hardly see anything.

"why?"

Why do you want to do this?

His tone was light, without any resentment, only confusion.

The Zen temple attendant behind him was like a puppet, ignoring his questions and standing there stiffly with his head hung.

"Tsumi!"

Chanyuan and Yan watched the scene with bloodshot eyes, ignoring the tangled vines, and rushed forward to knock the Chanyuan family member unconscious with a palm.

But it was too late. Tsukuyomi was already seriously injured, and Prince Sawara took advantage of the opportunity and swung a whip of cursed power at him.

Tsukuyomi subconsciously summoned a spell to resist

But the Eight-foot Mirror was already cracked.

From the moment the tent fell, his strength began to slowly drain away… Many unpleasant, pleading words lingered in his ears—he was weakening again.

[Go to hell! What a bullshit god!]

"I think it's the evil god, right? He kept us in the dark for so long, and he's clearly in cahoots with Ryoumen Sukuna!"

[That’s right! Liar, what a liar!]

【Evil God! 】

【fraud】

[What a useless god! A charlatan!]

【Why didn’t you die? 】

Tsukuyomi was hit hard and fell back repeatedly. He trembled all over and knelt on the ground with his knees, unable to bear it any longer. The pain spread to his limbs and bones.

The boy's delicate face was as pale as paper, and he was confused for a moment.

He doesn't understand.

Zenin Kazuhiko rushed over to support him, tried to use the reversal technique to heal his wounds, and trembled to comfort him as he did when he was a child.

"Tsujimi, Tsujimi, does it hurt? Bear with it, I'll reverse the spell right away..."

The hand with warm liquid stopped him from moving.

"Don't worry about me, go, cough... go and curse the spirits first."

Zenin Kazuhiko ignored him and was completely panicked. He stretched out his other hand and pressed it on Tsukuyomi's back, trying to pull out the dagger first.

So much blood!

how so!

Blood continued to flow out of the wound, staining a large area of his chest and abdomen—almost the entire upper body of his white clothes—into a glaring red!

"Go!"

Tsukuyomi had big beads of sweat on his forehead. He was trembling and could hardly utter a complete sentence, so he pushed him away fiercely.

"Tsujimi, be good and don't be willful! I can do it right away."

"Go!" Tsukuyomi suppressed his turbulent emotions and said fiercely,

Zenin Kazuhiko stopped talking. He was extremely panicked when he saw the dagger stuck in his heart. He didn't know whether he should pull it out. His tone was filled with flattery and sobs.

"How could this happen... I really didn't know he would do that. It wasn't my order... What should I do? Jin Jian, don't sleep..."

Tsukuyomi had no time to distinguish the truth from falsehood in his words. He was already very tired. Why didn't he listen to him? He was almost out of energy.

"Go quickly, I believe you"

Tsukuyomi softened his tone and held his arm tightly with one hand.

Zenin Kazuhiko did not move, as if he was encouraged by these words. He told Tsukuyomi not to move, and then ran towards Prince Sawara with red eyes like a madman.

Tsukuyomi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his head was buzzing with dizziness and he began to breathe uncontrollably.

Because he had a premonition that the reversal spell would no longer work on him.

This dagger is so strange.

Drawing on his strength...

It was as if a gap appeared in the cursed power in his body out of thin air and it flowed out at an extremely fast speed. He was unable to mobilize the cursed power that had already died down.

Due to excessive blood loss, Tsukuyomi's consciousness began to become blurred. He knelt on the ground, hunched over, with his head lowered, and his thoughts began to wander uncontrollably.

The white hair stained with blood and dust hung down dully, like a statue.

The people around were still crying for mercy, the vines were constantly destroying the surrounding buildings, and everyone was still fighting...

Tsukuyomi tried hard to keep his eyes open to prevent himself from falling asleep. He moved his fingers but still couldn't stand up.

A small vine lurking nearby was waiting for an opportunity, aiming at him and ready to attack.

"Get away!"

A middle-aged man suddenly stood up, carrying a little girl on his back. He chopped off the vines that were about to move with a hoe. "Damn it! If you don't teach this thing a lesson, do you really think we're easy to bully?"

"Riko! Go check on Tsukuyomi-sama!"

The middle-aged man stood firmly in front of Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi, his eyes wide open as he stared at the vines rolling forward in front of him. He roared, "Everyone! Come over here! Master Tsukuyomi is here. It's time to show these monsters what we're made of!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the nearby ruins moved, and people kept sticking their heads out to look around.

"I'm here! I'll be right there!"

"Tsukuyomi-sama just saved my child's life, now I want to protect him too!"

"And I!"

"And I"

"Me too"

"I am coming over now!"

More and more people, disheveled and filthy, emerged from the ruins. Some even needed help, limping towards Tsukuyomi.

One person after another, they surrounded Tsukuyomi, who was unable to move, in the center, forming an airtight encirclement.

They were obviously ordinary people without any magical powers, but at this critical moment they still tried to act tough, holding hoes and kitchen knives tightly in their hands, staring at anything that tried to approach their gods.

The sorcerers of the three great families thought they would sneer at the scene in front of them, but their eyes were filled with tears as they looked at the white figure kneeling with his head bowed in the center. They could not help but move closer and join these ordinary people who usually looked down on them.

Riko cautiously approached the statue-like Tsukuyomi, bent down and carefully tilted her head to see his expression hidden under his hair.

"Tsukuyomi-sama, are you alright?"

Tsukuyomi shrank back and tilted his head, showing some resistance.

Humans... are so complicated.

Why did you come back to care about him? You should just run away. It’s so complicated... I can’t understand it.

Many memories of the past come to mind

【Aren’t you dumb? 】

[When did I ever say I was dumb?! I hate you!]

[Ryomen Sukuna is a big bad guy! Wuwuwu Limei]

【Didn’t you say you don’t eat? 】

[Uninformed little devil, it's just a snow scene]

[No matter the cause of death, it is the same heavy burden to me.]

I know full well that human nature is ugly, so I don't have any expectations of others, nor do I have any thoughts about their death.

[This is my Shikigami, Tuotu. Do you like it? I'll give it to you.]

[Aren't you my father's mistress?]

【Stay...with good reason】

【Will you come back after you leave? 】

[You who are able to use this power, who are doing things to protect everyone but are not recognized - will you regret it? ]

Will you regret it?

Tsukuyomi closed his eyes tiredly,

he does not know.

……

My head is dizzy and I am not very clear-headed anymore. All my strength has been drained away... I want to go home.

Family?

Where does he have a home?

The heavy thoughts were interrupted, perhaps because I felt sad about my own ridiculous idea.

"Riko, Riko, huh?"

Tsukuyomi's pale lips trembled for a few moments, and he pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, hoping not to scare the young child in front of him.

"can you do me a favor?"

*

at the same time,

Outside the barrier of Heian-kyo.

Ryomen Sukuna was still trying to find a flaw in the barrier, but his heart suddenly tightened.

He raised his hand expressionlessly and pressed it on his heart, but the pain came again and again.

"How can it be"

Before I could think about it, the barrier was surrounded by people.

The familiar ones were Wu Tiao Zong and the crowd of people whimpering behind him, as well as some ordinary people. They slapped the huge barrier and cried bitterly for their relatives who were trapped inside and didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Of course, Gojo Muneto also saw him, but he obviously had no intention of causing trouble for him, and the same was true for Ryomen Sukuna.

Because there are things more important right now.