I tapped my phone screen, and two messages popped up.
[Announcement from the Jujutsu World: A Special Grade Cursed Spirit has disrupted the entrance ceremony for international exchange students at the Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High. Nearby sorcerers are requested to provide assistance.]
Special Grade Cursed Spirit attacks Kyoto School?
Lu Ping raised an eyebrow.
With Suguru Geto, a high-level combatant, present, along with Ieiri Shoko as a top-tier medical support, and the cooperation of other Jujutsu High mages, controlling the situation shouldn't be too much of a problem.
He swiped the screen and tapped the second item.
[Masamichi Yaga: The Semi-Grade 1 Sorcerer certificate has been issued to me by the higher-ups in the Jujutsu World; I can pick it up anytime. I heard it's to align with some international standards, hence the creation of these certificates.]
International standards?
Lu Ping keenly sensed something was amiss.
When did these old foxes at the top, who only care about protecting their own little corner of the world, become so forward-thinking?
Is the active promotion of aligning Jujutsu with international standards aimed at securing more overseas political investment?
However, once foreign powers become aware of the existence of Jujutsu Sorcerer, they will inevitably covet this highly efficient new energy source of Cursed Energy, as well as the sorcerers' unique abilities.
This is tantamount to inviting a wolf into the house.
Perhaps the attack on Kyoto Jujutsu High is inextricably linked to this so-called "international integration".
However, these high-level power struggles are not something I should be worrying about right now.
The setting sun cast its last rays on the bluestone path of the Zenin Clan, stretching the shadows of the trees long.
After saying goodbye to the Maki sisters, Lu Ping walked along the corridor towards the outer courtyard.
The commotion in front of the mansion could be faintly heard; the uproar over the Meifu Clan's demand for an explanation was clearly still escalating.
Just then, the phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated rapidly.
The familiar ringtone of "Rainy Love" suddenly rang out in the quiet corridor.
Lu Ping stopped and took out his device to take a look.
A familiar name was flashing on the screen--
"Suguru Geto".
Seeing the flashing caller ID, he didn't answer immediately, his brows furrowing slightly.
This is unusual.
Three obvious points of doubt came to mind.
The first thing is their communication habits.
Classmates usually chat via text message and rarely make direct phone calls.
In Jujutsu High, usually only Ieiri Shoko would be so bored as to make a phone call to herself like this.
Secondly, the timing was wrong.
The official emergency notice had just been issued, indicating that Kyoto Jujutsu High was in a state of battle with Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
In that level of high-pressure battlefield, unless the battle is already over, who has the time to make a phone call?
Moreover, even if support were truly needed, there was no way I, being so far away in Tokyo, could possibly sprout wings and fly there; distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.
Finally, there's the issue of priority.
The other party was well aware that he was currently on vacation.
If you encounter a truly difficult problem in the local area and need outside help, the most reasonable solution is to find those professional mercenaries who can start Mei Mei immediately as long as the money is right.
Despite his doubts, Lu Ping did not stop walking.
Even after the phone rang for three seconds, he still pressed the answer button and held the phone close to his ear.
"Hello?"
There was no response.
The receiver emitted a jumble of busy tones, accompanied by faint hissing sounds from the electrical circuitry.
The noise was like someone talking deep inside an empty sewer, the echoes layered upon each other, sticky and indistinct.
Lu Ping called out "hello" twice more, but there was still static on the other end.
He moved the device away, preparing to cut off communication immediately, and then went to contact other people to confirm the situation in Kyoto.
At that very moment, an incongruous detail flashed into view from a blind spot in my thinking.
Faced with a Special Grade attack, the Jujutsu High Jujutsu Sorcerer present would undoubtedly lower their "canopies" immediately to prevent public panic.
A standard dark barrier would completely isolate all electromagnetic waves within the area.
Since the cell phone signal has been blocked.
So, how exactly was this phone call from Suguru Geto made?
"Click."
Before the thumb could even press down, something unexpected happened.
A net-like crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the phone screen. It was as if something heavy was squeezing frantically from the inside, trying to break through the thin tempered glass.
Thick blood seeped from the edges of the crack.
The red liquid trickled down the fuselage, dripping onto Lu Ping's right hand between his thumb and forefinger, seeping into his flesh.
At the same time, the Three Corpses within the body became active under this sudden stimulation, urging the Cursed Energy within the body to form a layer of Cursed Energy protection on the surface of the body.
Immediately afterwards, the crack in the screen was violently torn open to both sides by a brute force.
A huge, scarlet pupil completely occupied the original display screen.
It circled the narrow rectangular space, with pure malice, peering into the real world through the electronic window.
Lu Ping remained expressionless, loosened his grip, and tossed the hot potato onto the bluestone slab at his feet.
"Snap."
The screen shattered, and a strange red eyeball rolled out of the phone's frame, curiously turning left and right on the ground, looking around.
But this is not the end.
The bloodstains on the back of his hand did not slide down his skin.
Instead, it passed through the protective layer of Cursed Energy on the body's surface like a living parasite. Only a small portion was blocked, while the majority instantly seeped into the flesh beneath the skin.
A chilling aura, belonging to a curse, pierced directly into the depths of his bloodline.
It was icy cold.
Lu Ping immediately realized what was happening.
This eyeball brings more than just simple intimidation; it's a bizarre and sinister Jujutsu!
Like ancient curse methods such as the "Straw Effigy Curse Technique," which allows one to Limitless stab straw men with personal items and cause damage, this Cursed Technique is extremely insidious and vicious.
This is a highly stealthy and virtually impossible-to-defend-against long-range Jujutsu attack.
The caster or the Cursed Spirit establishes a "contact" through a telephone number, transmitting the curse through invisible signals.
If the caller ID shows a familiar name, the person answering will inevitably hesitate instinctively, missing the opportunity to hang up immediately, thus falling victim to the scam.
Has the battle at Kyoto Jujutsu High already ended?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcibly suppressed it.
With Ieiri Shoko Reverse Cursed Technique Shoko present, she could probably be saved as long as she didn't die on the spot.
It's highly likely that Suguru Geto simply lost his phone during the battle.
We should have faith in the resilience of that troubled child.
As he pondered a solution, a strange tingling sensation suddenly came from his palm.
Lu Ping flipped his right hand over, spreading his five fingers.
Just like the phone screen from before, the skin on my palm was slowly torn open by an invisible force, leaving tiny cracks.
No blood flowed from the rolled-up skin and flesh.
An eerie red light shone through the tiny cracks.
Several scarlet eyeballs, each the size of a soybean, were frantically spinning within the gaps in the torn flesh.
A nauseating musty smell wafted from the cracks, gradually spreading.
The eyeballs were covered with fine blood vessels, which continued to grow and increase.
It seems about to completely break through the Binding Vow of this skin and flesh, emerging from the cocoon in the palm!