Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Maybe the gods are too busy."

In Japanese, "五元" and "五元" have the same pronunciation, so people occasionally use five-yuan coins to worship gods.

Xia Youjie didn't expect this to happen, but he knew that his classmate was just having fun and indulged in it happily, so he took the coin and put it in his palm and asked: "How many more fancy little tricks do you have that I can't do?" knew?"

"Why is it so fancy? It's obviously sincerity!" Atobe Kagezawa muttered dissatisfiedly: "I haven't been to the shrine in many years."

"You've never been to a shrine? Didn't you visit during the New Year?"

"Hmm... I haven't been there for four or five years." Atobe Kagezawa was startled, trying to recall the last time he went to the shrine, and then complained silently: "Last time I went because I wanted to pray to the gods to protect me from the cursed spirit. To be able to be a normal person.”

"...The gods may be too busy."

"Well... I'm a little disappointed." Atobe Kagezawa pondered. At that time, he just went with the mentality of giving it a try, so he didn't feel too disappointed.

And if you were with your current teammates, it wouldn't be bad to be a spellcaster, so he immediately said lightly: "But it's not bad now."

"Besides, don't we have a son of God in our family?" Atobe Keizawa said, "Maybe we can pay homage to him?"

"Indeed, maybe your wishes will come true." Xia Youjie smiled and turned his head to look at his companions.

His friend's beautiful blond hair was like a firework, dazzling and bright. Although he had such a ostentatious appearance, he was actually a simple squatter at home. He couldn't help but lament the impermanence of the world again.

Atobe Keizawa took a deep breath, raised his spirits a little, and reminded: "Let's stop chatting here. After we finish our work, we have to go home to celebrate the birthday of the ignorant cat."

"Well, be careful after entering and don't act rashly."

"Yeah, well, let's see you in the field, if you can." Atobe Keizawa clasped his hands together and clamped the five-yuan coin in his palm. He did not choose to close his eyes, but said stiffly with a straight face. Bang read: "Ah - pray to the gods to bless me safely and smoothly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly changed.

I couldn't wait for a breath, and when I realized it, I was already in the realm of life, surrounded by a vast expanse of white, indistinguishable from all directions, and the direction was unknown. There was nothing but my own breath, and all traces had disappeared. net.

Atobe Kagezawa frowned and subconsciously reached out his hand but found nothing. The magic tool "Concord" that had never left his body was also missing.

Not only that, the coins in his hand have also disappeared. Maybe the "god" has already collected the reward.

I just don’t know how to fulfill this blessing. To be precise, how to make believers sure that they have received the blessing?

The investigation by the auxiliary supervisor is not clear, the clues are not complete, and the confessions of the petitioners are mostly vague. If it is an ordinary prayer for peace, every shrine can do it.

It is absolutely impossible for a down-and-out Guyue Shrine to suddenly become popular in a short period of time. There must be some reason for the sudden increase in believers.

However, waiting there was a waste of time. Atobe Kagezawa didn't want to think about it anymore. He moved forward in one direction and carefully counted his heartbeats to calculate the time.

The white mist shrouded the visibility, and after half an hour of walking, a huge temple suddenly rose from the ground in the vast, empty place. It was resplendent, shrouded in clouds and mist, and filled with light, as if it were really "the gods." "Luxurious palace address.

After a while, the surrounding clouds and fog dissipated, leaving only the temple covered with suspicion standing not far away.

Suddenly a figure loomed not far away, as if slowly approaching the temple.

"Jie?" A familiar figure passed by, and Atobe Kagezawa didn't have time to think about it, and he quickly wanted to catch up with the figure in front of him.

Suddenly there was a feeling of weightlessness as he fell into the air. He grabbed the air with both hands reflexively. Before he could maintain his balance, his body was already falling straight down!

……

Half asleep and half awake, Atobe Keizawa felt as if his breathing had broken a hole.

Dense cold sweat climbed up his forehead and the bridge of his nose. He later realized that his body was shaking uncontrollably, his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and his limbs and bones were suffering from unbearable pain. Blood foam dripped from the corner of his mouth, and blood penetrated his collar.

I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness gradually returned.

Atobe Kagezawa reluctantly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a layer of gray film in front of his eyes. The scenery seemed so unreal, and his blue eyes had lost their clarity.

He moved his fingers, and there were still traces of dirt and wounds on his trembling fingertips. He realized that the smelly and viscous liquid was dripping from his lips, so he reached out and touched the cracked corner of his mouth. His fingertips were full of bright red. His pupils shrank suddenly.

"……Blood?"

Broken sounds mixed with blood were suppressed in the throat, and a violent cough was squeezed out of the chest. He remembered that he was clearly in the realm of the super-level curse spirit, how could he be like this now?

The strong movement disturbed the man on the side. The man with short black hair stuck a three-stick-like weapon on the ground, picked up the clothes on his chest and bit it in his mouth. As if he didn't know the pain, he bandaged the wound on his abdomen without any seriousness and bandaged it. The blood stains on his body became deeper and deeper.

The strong gaze seemed to disturb the man. He glanced at the direction of the gaze like a leisurely leopard, then slowly walked over and squatted in front of Atobe Kageze as if giving alms.

The hand covered with wounds grabbed his hair and dragged him closer. There was a very obvious scar on the corner of the man's mouth. His tone was arrogant and a little careless.

"Oh? He's not dead yet. His sternum is broken and his internal organs are shattered. He's still breathing. He's worthy of being a magician. He just resists being beaten."

"But considering the money you spent, let me let you live a few more minutes."

"Kid, pray for your luck, your life was saved by money."

"Riko...why do you want to kill her?" Although he had never spoken a word, Atobe Kagezawa heard confusion melting into his hoarse voice. He had no dissatisfaction or resentment, but was full of confusion.

"It's just money to do things. But you, the proud men of the world of magic, have you ever thought that one day you will be killed by a monkey without magic power?"

……

As soon as the man finished speaking, before Atobe Kagezawa had any reaction, the time seemed to last only ten seconds. The man's body was frozen and broken like an animation picture, and his sight became farther and farther away.

The scope of vision was sharply reduced, and Atobe Kageze saw "himself" lying under the tree from a distance, with his body in a strange twisted shape, and his golden hair was covered with grass roots and soil fragments.

Then everything went dark again.