I'm just an ordinary Dazai [Comprehensive]

"Hey, put away your sorcery and let these people go." Zhong also collected his emotions and kicked the spirit of the ancient pile lying on the ground.

"What!" The spirit of the ancient pile almost jumped up, but after all, he was seriously injured, and his body was lifted halfway and then fell back heavily.

But even so, it still did not give up, raised its head with difficulty, and looked at the young wolf demon in disbelief: "You know that humans are lying to you, why do you want to help them? Obviously we are companions!"

Zhong Ye frowned: "Who is your companion?"

The spirit of the ancient pile is about to scream: "What's so good about human beings, you still don't give up? Join us now, and I can ask the master to help you cancel the contract, and you don't have to bear the slightest price..."

"Shut up." Zhong stomped on it impatiently, the spirit of the ancient pile couldn't bear the price of reorganizing its body this time, so it could only endure it for a while, speechless for a long time.

"It's not up to you, the loser, to interrupt what I want to do. If that bastard dares to lie to me, of course I will make him look good." Nakaya thought that Dazai never thought of telling him such an important matter from the beginning to the end. Tooth itchy.

"But it has nothing to do with you, let me go."

He didn't bother to explain the reason - if the monster knew that he had always regarded himself as a human being, it was not because of Dazai, but because of his own will to let him go, so he might not go crazy immediately.

At that time, the fight will start again, wasting time, and he plans to settle the matter here earlier, and go back to trouble Dazai the bastard.

As for the abnormality in the examination room-the high-level monster, the spirit of ancient piles, pretended to be a weak chicken to pass the test; more than 200 examinees and examiners and their shikigami were manipulated by ..., but there was no response from outside for so long; The master of Dazai, the spirit bird Dazai asked him to deal with is a benefactor, so the identity of this "master" is questionable, maybe the spirit bird has successfully resurrected the tragic death of the big thing Jishen...

Although Zhong Ye noticed something, he didn't intend to meddle in other people's business—these were all omissions in the work of the Exorcist Association, and there was no reason for him to clean it up.

If it was the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled who really needed help, he would probably help, but the Demon Eliminator Association and this monster were clearly dog-eat-dog, so let them settle their disputes by themselves.

Chuya now just wants to get out of the farce in front of him as soon as possible.

The spirit of the ancient pile was lying on the ground, trembling with anger from his attitude of refraining from oil and salt, but he couldn't remember, the demon power was exhausted and he couldn't even rub out a small fireball, so he could only clenched his fists desperately.

The situation is stronger than people, and the spirit of Gu Zhuang saw that the expression on the wolf demon's face became more and more impatient, and the sky blue eyes were so clear that people could see the killing intent inside.

Although the spirit of the ancient pile has turned into an evil high-level monster, its racial characteristics have never been completely removed from it, and its essence is still that cowardly tree spirit.

Just now, because of the familiar depraved divine power coming from the direction of the earthquake at that moment, it was in a mess. It ran out of its hiding place to face this wolf monster head-on, otherwise it could continue to fight.

However, surrounded by the fierce and fiery power of the wolf demon for a long time, he could not stop looking for the easiest part to attack, feeling the killing intent in his eyes.

The spirit of the ancient pile can hardly hold on anymore.

But before making a decision, it looked at the direction of the earthquake just now, and hoped that the owner could give it some hints. It knew that the spirit bird controlled the shadow, so that the owner could know the dynamics of any corner of Ciaohai Mountain at any time.

As if sensing its inner voice, the spirit of the ancient pile heard a high-pitched voice in its head, and its eyes lit up immediately.

"I'm very disappointed in you, feeding you so much divine power, a wolf demon has forced you to this point." The voice said calmly, as if stating a fact, but lost some of its majesty due to the proximity to the chirping of birds.

But the spirit of the ancient pile didn't care about this at all, it only heard that its master was disappointed with it, and its green face suddenly turned pale.

"Lord, master..." It hurriedly wanted to argue, but the voice didn't want to hear it explain.

"Since you can't beat the wolf demon, just do what it says." The Fallen Angel ordered in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to make unnecessary resistance, although you are a waste, you cannot die in vain before you can play a role. "

After saying this, the Fallen Angel hung up the phone without waiting for the spirit of the ancient stump to respond, leaving the stunned tree spirit with a distorted face.

In the middle of the mountain, one person and one bird sitting above the billowing lava looked at the tree spirit's beauty. Dazai dragged his chin and yawned: "It's really ruthless, my lord, it believes in you wholeheartedly."

"That's right," the Fallen Angel didn't deny this, but it didn't think it should be moved, "After all, I spent ten years cultivating (brainwashing) it one-on-one. The absorbed energy is transferred more efficiently."

Dazai showed a mocking smile: "Ah, it is still focused on complaining about humans, but it turns out that even if it is loyal to God, it is only used as a tool. It is just to stimulate its mood swings and improve the efficiency of energy extraction. Just saying such malicious words on purpose, is it worthy of being a fallen god who has fused the evil thoughts of monsters?"

The Fallen Angel was not ashamed, but took it for granted: "This is how things are in the world. The weak are manipulated by others. It is its honor to contribute to my resurrection."

Immediately afterwards, it turned its eyes to look at Dazai: "But I think I still have room for improvement. How did you train that wolf demon? I can see that it is really angry, but it doesn't intend to kill you. Doing your best to save humanity—how did you do it?"

Dazai hooked the corner of his mouth, but his eyes did not leave the orange-haired boy on the screen: "Business secrets."

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After the spirit of the ancient pile was hung up, it was like being sucked out of its soul.

It originally controlled these people only out of disgust for human beings, and as a means of attacking Zhongye. It insisted on refusing to retreat, and it was just resisting its own instinct. It hated its weak personality and desperately wanted to erase the shadow of the past. .

If it speaks out as the master of faith, the spirit of ancient piles can probably muster up the courage to die, but after staying under Zhongye's demon power for a long time, it will have to surrender sooner or later.

But the master said such an order...

Although very unwilling, the spirit of the ancient pile still raised his hand with difficulty, the fingertips lit up with a green light, and began to dispel the black magic.

But unprecedented powerlessness and anger surged into his heart, flooding his mouth and nose like a tide, making it difficult to breathe, and his eyes congested.

This is not enough, it repeats the master's reprimand over and over again in its heart like a masochistic, until the eyes are stinging like fire.

——This is not a rhetoric, but a real change. Even the spirit of the ancient pile did not realize that its green eyes were indeed dyed scarlet.

And just now its body was broken and reorganized twice, its main body became weak, but at the same time, there was also a lot of monster power floating in the air, covering the area several kilometers away.

These monster powers have not completely separated from it. At this moment, with the emotional fluctuations of the spirit of the ancient pile, it gradually turned black, turning this mountain forest into a ghostly creature filled with monster mist.

However, the transformation speed of the monster mist was very slow, and Chuya didn't notice the abnormality for a while. At this moment, he was briefly attracted by the green light in the hand of the ancient pile spirit.

In the flickering light like leaves, Zhong also clearly saw transparent silk threads floating, and the other end of these threads was connected to the hundreds of psychics and shikigami who were bewitched by the spirit of the ancient pile.

In fact, these silk threads are not completely transparent, and one can see dynamic pictures inside. Zhong also glanced at it casually, and recognized that the protagonist in the picture and the target connected by the silk thread looked exactly the same.

It should be their memory.

Gu Zhuangzhi's vision also fell on the moving picture in the silk thread, and he raised a little confidence, and explained positively: "I am a monster who deceives people, and illusion is my profession, and manipulation is just incidental. "

"These silk threads are the hallucinations produced by the prey after being caught by my demon, and they are also the most guilty and fearful memory in their hearts," the spirit of the ancient pile said with a sneer, "If these humans hadn't done too many sinful things, You won't be trapped by my illusion at all, and you won't become my puppet!"

Zhong Ye let out a "hmm", frowned and urged, "I see, hurry up."

I don't know why, just a few seconds ago when the spirit of the ancient pile was in a daze, he felt the same palpitations as during the earthquake. This time it can't be an illusion, but something really happened that he didn't know.

Chuya was anxious in his heart, and even wanted to leave these people alone and go back to the old house to find Dazai—if something really happened in the direction where the earthquake came from just now, affecting the old house, Zhong didn't believe that Chang Yimen would have spare power Protect Dazai.

The mackerel bastard must not die until he asks for the soul shard.

But if he gave up half of the work just because of inexplicable worries, if Dazai knew, that guy would not appreciate it, and would instead ruthlessly laugh at him for making a fuss.

Zhong also hesitated for a moment.

The voice of the spirit of the ancient pile here is an octave higher: "Didn't you hear? I said that these human beings deserve what they deserve! If they didn't do evil things, there would be no catastrophe at all!"

This monster is small in size but has a loud voice, and Chuya was already upset, but now that he quarreled with it, his ears hurt badly, and his mood became even more irritable.

Zhong also couldn't understand it, it obviously couldn't stand up, but how could it have the strength to shout loudly.

But he doesn't need to figure out the psychological activities of the spirit of ancient piles, he just needs it to release people.

To be honest, Chuu had too much patience consumed by his previous nonsense, and he didn't want to spend time with this neurotic guy talking about "humans deserve what they deserve".

So I just looked up at it coldly, grabbed its neck without holding back, and said word by word: "Say it one last time, let me go."

In fact, the spirit of the ancient pile regretted it after shouting. Since the master let it save its life, it shouldn't provoke the wolf demon, but just now, it was resentful for a moment, and it didn't think much about it, so it went back emotionally.

Xin flinched, and was grabbed by the neck again. Facing the cold eyes of the wolf demon, the spirit of the ancient pile couldn't get angry no matter what, and could only try to expand the range of the green light on his fingertips.

It raised its hand flatteringly, so that Zhongya could see clearly that the transparent silk threads were falling off one by one, to prove that he really didn't have to do foreign work this time.

But Zhong didn't have the patience to wait any longer, he directly stretched out his right hand, and the black ribbon on his wrist was windless, brushing lightly over those slender and transparent threads like spider silk.

The weakened version of Disqualification in the World activated on the ribbon, and before the spirit of the ancient pile could react, the hundreds of silk threads whose essence was manifested by sorcery broke all at once.

It stared at Zhong Ye dumbfounded: "How did you do it? External force cuts these threads, obviously cutting these threads by external force will damage their memory, if it is serious, it may be stupid..."

It saw Chuya's face clearly, and gradually faded away involuntarily.

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