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

If she had known earlier, when the cool-down time of the game's 'meeting' function expired a few days ago, she should not have been soft-hearted and immediately clicked on the time travel because of the box full of notes written by Fushiguro Shigeki.

She never thought that Mu Qing would be so vindictive. He even sent her to the most dangerous garrison area, but he still wasn't satisfied.

It was just an ordinary street patrol mission, but more than thirty people ambushed her!

If I still had the time-travel function now, maybe I could escape - I can't just stay here for more than ten hours waiting for her to come out, can I?

Besides, since you've already gone to see Fushiguro Shige, why are you still playing the pure love game of playing hard to get with that boy?

She should have slept with him! She was dying now, and she hadn't even tasted a man yet!

I even started to doubt that the luck I got from investing a lot of money in playing games was fake.

Before she had the chance to experience the cool career of a killer with Fushiguro Shigeu, she was killed by these killers from her hometown.

"call--"

The chest cavity was like an old bellows, vibrating with every breath and making a crackling sound. At this moment, Huai Liang could no longer tell whether it was rain or sweat that was sliding down his forehead.

"Buzzing—"

From the strange noises transmitted through the mental threads, she could sense that the encirclement of the remaining people around her was shrinking.

Huai Liang clenched his teeth and swallowed the blood foam rising in his throat, his silver-grey eyes revealing cold murderous intent——

Since it's a dead end, instead of passively defending and then surrendering after wasting time, it's better to fight hard. Maybe you can even drag in two more people to take the blame.

coming.

Feeling a slight sound coming from about a hundred meters behind him on the left, and the strange sound caused by his footsteps hitting a puddle, Huai Liang no longer hesitated and suddenly shot towards the source like a sharp arrow.

As she cut off the ambusher's neck, a conical bullet pierced through her chest from the back and burst out of her body. The next second, she fell heavily to the ground.

"Huailiang——"

The urgent cries of her companions were getting closer and closer. Huai Liang looked up at the gloomy sky and let the rain hit her face. The next second, she finally lost all consciousness.

[Ding——The player is detected to be on the verge of death. All luck points are now offset and fatal wounds are repaired]

[Ding - detected that the player does not meet the system binding qualifications, 3, 2, 1, unbinding and clearing related memories]

……

"I heard that you seem to be absent from training recently, cousin—"

"none of your business?"

As he had lost contact with his sweetheart for nearly half a year, Fushiguro Shinji was still in a very bad mood. As his birthday was approaching and he might soon get an identity certificate recognized by the outside world, he couldn't be happy.

Leaving Chanyuan's home has been his dream for nearly a decade, but after meeting Huailiang, his 'dream' of a future has included plans for another person.

But now, the person he had been thinking about had left without saying goodbye.

Fushiguro Shier leaned against the camphor door frame, his tall and straight body blocking the gap that had been opened. "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here."

Zenin Naoya swallowed his saliva. He didn't know why, but even though the Zenin family motto was to not treat non-magicians as human beings, every time he faced this cousin, he would feel palpitations for no reason.

Although what he awakened was not the Zenin family's top ten shadow magic skills, the projection shadow magic he awakened also continued the powerful technique of the current Zenin family master, his father - projection spell.

He has always aimed to become the future head of the Zen Temple, but for some reason, he always feels that his cousin, who is called "waste", is terribly powerful.

This was a secret that he had always been reluctant to reveal. He had always admired his cousin, Chanyuan Shener.

"I, I'm just worried—"

"None of your business, kid."

Fushiguro Shigeru once again ordered them to leave, "I have nothing to say to you, just mind your own business."

Zenin Naoya took a deep breath and mustered up his courage: "I know who you are waiting for, she will definitely not come back!"

The hand holding the door edge paused, and the emerald eyes were full of murderous intent: "Have you seen her?"

As if he sensed a dangerous little animal, Zenin Naoya no longer cared about whether it was a loss of dignity or not, and spoke very quickly about how he was attacked by a strange girl a few months ago, and the other party asked him about the news of Jiku.

Not only him, a few months ago, even many members of the team could feel Fushiguro Shige's tangible happiness.

Zenin Naoya, who was trained as an heir, has always been precocious. He subconsciously linked the change in his cousin Shinji to the beautiful and strange girl who attacked him that day.

He was cautious and paid close attention to his cousin's daily behavior without alerting him. He eventually came to the conclusion that the cousin seemed to be... secretly raising funds and was eager to leave the Chanyuan family.

"She, she might have approached you deliberately just to avoid Curry's special-grade cursed tool, cousin, you——"

"Shut up."

Fushiguro Shier looked solemnly at his cheap cousin, whose height was not even as high as his waist, and said, "If you don't want to die, get out of here right now."

"Swipe-"

Having been turned away, Zenin Naoya took a few deep breaths. Under the other party's gaze that was like a real knife, his back was already wet.

This conversation had exhausted all his courage, and he walked out of the courtyard reluctantly.

After a pause, Zenin Naoya turned around and looked at the closed camphor door again.

Faintly, I could see that tall and dark figure——

He seems...always alone.

-

"call--"

Fushiguro Shigeki woke up from a dream that felt like he was suffocating and drowning. He covered his still beating chest and looked around with hawk-like eyes.

Then, he was surprised to find that during his leisure time while waiting for the client to arrive... he fell asleep?

His long eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he was somewhat surprised at his abnormal behavior.

His eyes then fell on a glass of amber wine on the table, but his thoughts drifted away.

He seemed to have had a long dream that when he was young, he had a missing "online love" girlfriend?

He tried to recall the past again, but he could no longer recall the details. All that was left was a heavy feeling of annoyance in his chest.

Normally, given his personality, he wouldn't even think about that fleeting dream.

But for some reason, he seemed to have sensed something in common.

It came from the woman who said "she's responsible for everything", but arbitrarily sent him away and disappeared alone to repair the rift in time and space, insisting on being the hero who saves the world.

Oh, he wasn't there at that time.

I don’t know whether she died in the end or returned to where she should be.

"Handsome guy, would you like to have a drink together?"

Fushiguro Shigeki raised his eyes and the woman's charming and beautiful face came into his sight.

He looked even more handsome from the front. The woman who had only wanted to flirt with him suddenly began to breathe faster, her eyes sparkling. “I’ve been observing you for a while. It’s been a long night… Aren’t you bored?”

Fuguro Shier shook his head: "I'm waiting for someone."

"Have a nice night."

The woman pestered for a while, but got no response no matter what she said, so she could only twist her hips listlessly, searching for her next target.

Fushiguro Shinji leaned lazily on the sofa. As the scarlet cigarette butt flickered, the pungent smoke floated in the air, quickly blurring his facial features.

If it were him a few years ago, or more precisely, before he 'woke up', he wouldn't mind spending a night with a woman he liked.

Unfortunately, no if.

He was not so absurd as to deliberately keep his chastity for someone, but he subconsciously felt that he was gradually losing interest in physical indulgence.

Maybe he was getting old, even if it wasn't obvious from the outside, he seemed to feel very tired after all these years.

Five years had passed, and of course he knew that the six-eyed son of the Gojo family and the cursed spirit operator of the Panxing sect had not given up on looking for that person.

Whenever he saw related missing persons activities or heard related news, he would feel an inexplicable joy in his heart.

Look, if he hadn't forced himself to withdraw early, he would have ended up like those two paranoid and pathetic lunatics.

Now people are searching for her all over the world.

He was just... a little bit lost, just a little.

After completing this last order, he will disappear from the world of sorcery. Anyway, he has lost interest in all gambling-related games.

With the considerable savings I have made in the past few years, I should be able to live the rest of my life well.

He decided to take a trip around the world to relax.

The first stop... let’s choose our neighboring country, China.

The pungent smell of tobacco lingering in my chest seemed to alleviate a lot of my worries.

Fushiguro Shige pursed his lips, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and relaxed his body into the soft sofa again.

He had had many women who always wanted to hold him tightly and ask him if he loved them and whether he would always remember them.

He never hesitates to offer some sweet treats and always says 'yes' when his desires are appeased.

However, as time flies by, the appearance of those women has long become a vague shadow.

To this day, what he remembers most vividly is the person who never asked him a question.

She never has.