[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

"From what I can see, that church is just a research institution. They invented the communicator and the residual visual glasses."

Jiujiu Yuki sighed, "How come he is now involved in the murder of the Director General and is labeled a heretic? I really don't understand."

Xia Youjie nodded and said, "I have heard about this. The special grade cursed item Yumenjiang has been stolen and has not been found yet."

"Matsushita Kazuya was also killed by the sorcerer assassin Fushiguro Shiori you just mentioned."

At this point, he recalled the humiliation he suffered in Hongxing Palace last year. The can in his hand was deformed by his crush: "That... damn, monkey."

"Well, after talking to you guys for so long, it's time."

Jiujiu Yuki looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "I'll go first. Master Tianyuan must be waiting anxiously."

Huiyuan Xiong didn't care: "The thing that Lord Tianyuan has the most is time."

"It's not good to be late after all."

Jiujiu Yuki put on his helmet and waved while riding his motorcycle, "Hey, Master Tengen is very stable, and you don't have to worry about the astral plasma incident anymore."

"By the way, next time we meet, remember to tell me what type of woman you like, Xia Yu-kun~"

After all, he was invited to a few vacation trips. Huiyuan Xiong obviously considered the issue from Huailiang's perspective, with a gossipy look on his face: "Is she interested in you, Xiayou-senpai?"

Xia Youjie is not that narcissistic. There are too many things weighing on his mind recently: "You think too much. That's just her catchphrase."

"She is indeed a strange woman..."

Watching the figure of Kujuku Yuki disappear in the distance, Huihara Yu turned his head to look at Geto Suguru and said with great enthusiasm, "When I come back from this mission, let's go on vacation to the beach again!"

"I always feel like you look very tired recently, you need to relax..."

"seaside……"

Xia Youjie raised his hand and threw the can into the trash can accurately. He smiled and said, "Okay, I like the sea."

"By the way, Liang-san should be here too. I haven't seen her in a while."

Seeing the other party raised an eyebrow, Huiyuan Xiong waved his hands repeatedly: "Ha, it's not what you think, I just think that if she were here, you would be much happier, Gouyu-senpai."

"Ah."

Xia Youjie did not deny it, "She will be with me, always."

After a pause, he took out his phone from his pocket again. This time he did not block the number as usual, but replied:

"Want to meet?"

Xia Youjie felt that he was indeed a little tired recently.

This feeling of exhaustion comes from the fact that one's own cognition seems to be slowly being overturned.

Purify, absorb, purify, absorb.

The Curse Jade smells like a rag that has been used to wipe vomit, but it can only become stronger by constantly absorbing it.

Only by continuous efforts can one become the 'strongest' standing shoulder to shoulder with the genius Rokugan.

He had never doubted before, the meaning of being a sorcerer, just like what he kept repeating to Gojo Satoru... and himself -

"Spellcasters exist to protect non-spellcasters."

But recently, he seemed to have a different idea: Are those non-magicians really worthy of protection?

He had a feeling that someone had told him something like, 'Humans are creatures that fight and kill each other.'

Even if there were no cursed spirits, many people would still die for one reason or another.

He always felt that as a sorcerer, he had the responsibility to protect non-sorcerers from being harmed by cursed spirits.

However, from another perspective, as a police officer, there is no way to protect all citizens from being killed by serial killers, right?

Human abilities are limited, and we can only do things within our capabilities.

Therefore, if someone dies because of a curse, it seems that the curser cannot be blamed.

So who should be blamed?

Blame it on your bad luck...bad luck?

If he could destroy all the cursed spirits, would he not have such troubles? But in this case, the problem seemed to be back to square one.

So, what about the death of the astral plasma boy?

Who will you blame before you die?

Should he blame those ugly and sinful Panxing cult members for treating them as pollutants and "purifying" them, or should he blame these sorcerers for implicating himself because of his excessive kindness?

No, that boy had no idea about the game being waged against the astral plasma girl Tenriko.

So I can just blame myself for being unlucky. I was reborn as an astral plasma, and I can only face the fate of being "swallowed".

He thought it would be easier to think this way, but it was always damn raining in his dreams.

'Pitter-patter', 'crackling'...the sounds kept ringing like a mixture of applause.

How can it stop?

No matter what, let’s solve the problems that can be solved first.

From that damned——

The mysterious man who kept slandering his girlfriend and trying to sow discord between him and his girlfriend began...Okay.

……

"I say, have you been unusually free lately?"

Huailiang answered the phone and complained, "Could it be that you pushed all the tasks to Jie? Why do you always call me when you have time?"

"Ha, you're not so busy that you don't even have time to make a phone call."

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded on the other end of the line, secretly poking at the ground with eye drops, "In my eyes, being able to hear Liang-chan's voice is the most important thing."

Huailiang touched the goose bumps on his arm and said, "Talk nicely. What's the matter?"

"Well, I can't hide it from you. The crusade against Tianyi Sect is about to end. Although they said 'we must capture the leader', it seems that the current situation is a bit unresolved."

"Maybe it's because the profits have been divided up?"

Huailiang tilted his head and chuckled, "Anyway, they just want to kill the 'change'."

"But I didn't expect that you were so obsessed with making spiritual tools."

Gojo Satoru's carefree voice sounded again: "I guess no one has the appetite to eat this big cake. I have already told the old man at home about what you asked me to do last time - of course, the excuse is not that you can make spiritual tools, but that you own a batch."

"Oh, you are even more greedy than I thought. You let me find a chance to test your bottom line and take advantage of it."

Huai Liang said "Oh" and said, "So, are you collaborating with the enemy, or are you still hiding?"

"Neither of them. I have always been on Liangjiang's side~"

"By the way, you said you were going out to hide from the limelight and have some fun, where did you go?"

Huailiang sat on the wide meadow, feeling the coolness brought by the mountain breeze mixed with the sea breeze.

"There's a cliff on the West Island side, like the Scottish Highlands, very beautiful."