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"Boy from the Wutiao family, what have you been doing lately?"

A muffled voice sounded behind the paper door. Six doors were built around a circle, and pale candles were lit inside the circle, making the scene as gloomy as a spirit summoning scene.

In the past, Gojo Satoru would be dragged here from time to time for three interrogations. He stood in the center of the circle, and a group of old grandpas hid behind the door pointing and cursing Huai, and his ears were callused.

While dispelling the voices from his ears, he thought that this group of people who had lived for an unknown amount of time were really courageous, they may not be able to receive Wutiao Wuyi [He] together, yet they can still be so confident.

After living for too long, his face will thicken, and he is justified.The future of the magic world is dragged down by this group of people, and the smell of decay is disgusting even after smelling it just once.

Gojo Satoru is a once-in-a-thousand-year genius. At first glance, the magic world is happy about his birth, but in fact he is reluctant. His vicious thoughts are dirtier than the naked mice running in the gutter. The women in the palace fight drama They are all ashamed of themselves.

If it weren't for Wujo Wu, who seemed arrogant and vile, but actually had more pure and pure benevolent thoughts than anyone else, the high-ranking people in the magic world who lived under his protection but didn't know what was good or bad would have died thousands of times.

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, the so-called strongest is the existence that will not be bound by any conspiracy.

He was born to stand taller, to see farther, to look at the infinite blue sky, and to disdain to be with the likes of the world.

Gojo Satoru is not interested in the old stuff, but they are very interested in Gojo Satoru, and they will feel itchy if they don't see them for a while.

Hey, Stoka really hammered.

"I don't know, Gojo Satoru has been receiving missions frequently recently, and he's not in Tokyo right now." The old man behind a door seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm, "The missions he's taking on are more difficult, and I'm afraid he won't be able to come back for a week. "

"A week..." The old man who asked the question thoughtfully, "That's good, we can discuss the matter of the Curse Master while he is away."

"Hmph, when we discuss things, we still need to avoid the underdogs!" One person snorted dissatisfied.

The other old people echoed in words, but they were actually thinking: You can do what you want, it's like who can beat Wujo Wu.

Save some face for everyone, are they shameless?

"Curser... isn't that group of expelled guys a bit too active recently?" One person asked doubtfully, "Aren't they afraid of being caught in exchange for a reward?"

"Ha, it would be funny if those lunatics were afraid of being wanted." Someone sneered, "I found out: someone has set up a website for the curse master, and they accept orders anonymously on the website, and life is very happy."

"The secrecy of this website is excellent. The people I placed in the police station have checked it with internal means, and can't find a trace."

"Ordinary people, huh, useless things." Disdainful voices sounded one after another, and they always had a common hatred on this topic.

"It's the fault of ordinary people that the curse spirit was born. It's fine if they don't appreciate the magician, and they can't even do this little thing well." The old man cursed, "How is the removal of the curse spirit recently?"

"Since the broadcast of "Approaching Science", the number of spell spirits in the country has dropped by 30%, which is unheard of in previous years." The junior one among them replied, "The spell spirits that occasionally appear are basically Wujo and Wujo. Xia Youjie cymbals."

"Huh!" The sound of the staff on the crutches slammed on the floor, shattering the concrete blocks on the ground, "I don't want to study hard, I just want to think about these crooked ways! The majestic super conjurer ran to act, it was a shame to the conjurer world !"

The host and the actor are two divisions of labor, right?The junior elder thought to himself, the combination of the two of them is a natural combination, and they still need to act?

Losing the face of the magic world is even more nonsense. The magic world has no face in the eyes of the general public. People don't know them. Just hearing their names, they think they are some strange and bizarre settings that a two-year-old boy came up with himself.

On the contrary, after Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, people became a little curious about the environment that could raise such a juicy and handsome boy, and the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic received a lot of applications for admission for the first time.

Night Moth said rightly: Are you serious?Compared with the handsome guy, at least consider the enrollment rate.

Magic High School, a magical school with 0 enrollment rate and less than 50% graduation rate, assigned a job upon graduation.

The advantage is that as long as you have a life to work, you will never be unemployed; the disadvantage is that you cannot be sure whether the next second will be your death.

There are risks in class, and you need to be cautious when enrolling. I would like to share with you.

"However, the number of magic spirits has really decreased by 30%." The junior person retorted in a low voice, "This is something that the magic world has not been able to do for nearly a thousand years."

"So what?" The old man's voice was cold and heartless, "The evil way is the evil way, Shuji Tsushima, heh, it's just a bastard who came out of nowhere. Hiding your head and hiding your face, you're a villain!"

"I can't take it anymore, shall we go?" Leo Hu, who was squatting outside the barrier, was full of murderous aura.

Look what he heard!

Those hypocritical conjurers who don't deserve the title of human beings dare to slander their kind-hearted Mr. Tsushima!

Leuhu, Huayu, and Tuoliang, led by Lingling who came to support them, passed through the enchantment set by the magician, squatting in rows under the eaves and listening to the corner of the wall like little mushrooms.

It doesn't matter if you don't listen to it, your lungs will explode when you listen to it.

As the number one fan of Teacher Tsushima (Lei Hu self-proclaimed), how can they watch the bad people slander their beloved teacher and remain indifferent?

Leo Hu turned her head to observe Lingling's expression.

Different from the relationship between human beings and submissive snakes, there is a strict and pure hierarchy among the curse spirits. The orders of the superiors to the subordinates are absolute, and whoever has the biggest fist obeys.

They are both super-level spell spirits, but the level difference between them is surprisingly large.At least not alarming anyone, and lightly taking them through the enchantment set by the elite conjurer, Leo Hu thinks she can't do it.

The three of them combined can't beat Zero Zero, and there is no doubt about the ownership of the command.

There was no angry look on Ling Ling's face, she yawned as usual.

The old man is still too naive. He just utters two or three swear words in turn, which is nothing new.

The scolding battle that Ling Ling saw in the internal forum of the port Mafia was really wonderful.

Starting from Chuya Nakahara, starting from the name of the dish - "108 Ways of Cooking Mackerel", all the subordinates of Mr. Dazai, who harbored grievances but dared not reveal it, put on the thickest vests and said the saddest things. Ogai had no choice but to stand up and say a few words of justice, and by the way prevent Osamu Dazai from going to the Ministry of Information to check the anonymous ip unreasonably.

A few innocuous swear words can't even affect Dazai Osamu's hair, and they have no deterrent effect on Ling Ling, who is specially programmed to silence the sound.

The infuriating and rebellious words in Louhu's ears sounded like [beep—beep——] to Ling Ling's ears, and the hot ears were a bit hot, and her volume button was turned up too high.

In the shopping plaza thousands of kilometers away from them, the quartz clock on the clock tower passed by one by one.

With the passage of time, the clouds drifted away and gathered together, people were under the clock tower, white pigeons passed by the clock, and the hour and minute hands coincided in an instant.

click.

"Let's go."

Mottled flower shadows swayed from the sleeves of the kimono, and Jin Ling tied on the red string sang an ancient nursery rhyme.The candles in the room were extinguished for a second, and in the next moment, the flames of the same people climbed up suddenly, illuminating the rickety bodies like dead wood behind the door.

"Enemy attack—"

The sharp voice resounded through the attic, and the guards guarding outside the house shook their heads unconsciously, taking the momentary shock as an illusion.

"No one would be so stupid as to attack here when the adults are in a meeting. This is one of the most heavily guarded places in the entire magic world." The guard said to himself, and he couldn't detect the door behind him because his senses were blocked by the spell. The screams in between.

"We can't kill all of those people, but it's okay to kill half of them." Osamu Dazai told Ling Ling before departure, "The one-time death of the high-level people in the magic world is not good for us. I don't know how many accidents will happen when the new term is changed."

"Leave a few obedient ones, and deal with the others."

The high-level executives in the magic world said more, more, less, and Lingling glanced at it, regretting that there were not enough people for a hundred stories.

"It's okay." She cheered up quickly, "There is no limit to the number of people in a good game. I will definitely hear a good story today."

The field expands——[Midnight Ghost Domain].

"Help!" The moment he was swallowed by the candlestick, someone shouted: "Help! Wujo Wu—"

Gojo Wu?Gojo Satoru is not here, and he is on a business trip.

Back on the day of the plot, Osamu Dazai told Wujo Satoru that he was asked to cooperate with him in a play.

Gojo Satoru: "It's not enough for you to ask me to be the host and debut in the manga group, and you're thinking about the Oscar statuette again?"

It wasn't his original intention to make a debut, the entertainment industry is too deep for an innocent DK like him.

Osamu Dazai had a disgusted face: "I know you don't have acting skills. It's not difficult, just a role."

Gojo Satoru was furious: "I, the natural protagonist, No. 1 grabbing pen, playing a role?"

Who are you looking down on?He is a horse with thousands of faces, and he is bestowed with ever-changing little enlightenment!

Ever-changing Little Enlightenment?It's useless if the two-faced Su Nuo comes.

Director Dazai ruthlessly opened the script to Gojo Satoru: no lines, no need to appear on stage, business trip at public expense, don't come back if you don't ask.

The script he wrote to Gojo Satoru only had one sentence:

[At the moment when those people were swallowed by the domain, the fear of death reminded them of Wujo Satoru who was dissed desperately by themselves, and their desire to survive made them blurt out: "You come back soon—I can't bear it alone..."]【This At that time, Gojo Satoru was on his way on horseback. 】

"Okay." Dazai Osamu closed the script with a smile, "The play is over, do you have any questions, Gojo Satoru?"

"Yes." Gojo Satoru nodded seriously, "Can I hit you?"

You have a face that needs to be spanked and spanked, and his fists are itchy.

"Hey, hey." Osamu Dazai dropped the script and hid behind Ling Ling, grabbing her shoulders with both hands and poking his head, "Zero-chan, he's so fierce, he wants to hit me."

"Zaizai is so cute, how can he hit Zazai!" Lingling showed a condemning look, "Are you responsible for breaking your hand? Tomorrow is the deadline—"

Ling Ling's voice stopped abruptly, and her eyes gradually brightened when she saw Gojo Satoru.

"Master, do you think Wutiao Juntianzong, a genius, has the potential to become a literary giant?"

Ling Ling rubbed his chin, feeling deeply righteous, "There is only progress through comparison. Isn't the master always dissatisfied with the fact that he is the only one who has to go through draft hell? I'll drag another person into the water, what do you think?"

Ling Ling has equal love for writing, even though she can't hope for Gojo Satoru as much as Dazai Osamu, but after getting the new costume [SR·Strict Reminder], Ling Ling can definitely urge two manuscripts at the same time!

Come on, she's more than willing to take the honorable job!For the revitalization of the world's literary world, let's work overtime more violently!

Gojo Satoru didn't think so, he looked at Dazai Osamu whose eyes were so bright that he was creepy, and ran away through the window without saying a word.

Dear friend, he is going on a long voyage tonight, don't worry, he has a free and happy paddle.

Gojo Gojo is on a business trip, and Tokyo Mantra dances wildly.

The Great Demon King is gone, the light of freedom shines on the earth, and all the curse spirits in Tokyo stand up!

Almost in an instant, the suppressed and dormant second-level and first-level curse spirits rushed out, causing trouble before the window noticed.

The high-ranking conjurers who ruled the conjuration world were all trapped in zero fields and lined up to tell ghost stories, and the conjuration world that lost its command was in chaos for a while.

The sudden drop in the number of magic spirits after the broadcast of "Approaching Science" made the conjurers relax for a while, and the sudden emergency made many people panic.

"Wu can't get in touch, and neither can Jie!" Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned deeply, worried.

Wutiao Wu went on a business trip, and Xia Youjie asked for a part-time job. Alas, I knew that he should have applied for poverty-stricken students' subsidies for Xia Youjie.

Xiayou leader who works overtime at Panxingjiao: If you have money, don’t cue or return it.

How could it be such a coincidence?The high-level executives couldn't be contacted, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie disappeared, and the curse spirits also rioted at the same time. How bad is today's Huangli?

"I always feel that someone is planning something..." Night Moth said to himself rightly, "Is the purpose to destroy the magic world?"

"Mr. Night Moth!" Just as he was thinking, a text message was sent from the window, and the voice was full of disbelief, "The violent curse spirit has been eliminated, and the students of the high school don't have to rush over."

"What?" Ye Mozheng held on to the sunglasses that almost fell off. He was still heartbroken about sending students, but now the window told him it was resolved?

"Has Wu rushed back?" He guessed subconsciously.

"No, Gojo-kun is still on a business trip." The person at the window lowered his voice, "It was the curse masters who helped, and they sent back the students who participated in the war in Kyoto safely."

Noctua Zhengdao frowned.

He has been a conjurer for many years and has fought many cursed masters.Most of those people have dark minds and have deep grudges against the magic world. They especially like to attack the immature students and strangle them in the bud.

They are in trouble in the magic world, and they are too late to be happy, so how can they help?

Curse Master: We don't want to, but the administrators gave too much.

Osamu Dazai: There is no problem that money cannot solve. If there is, it can only prove that you have not given enough.

Favor is the most difficult bargaining chip to pay off. One party pays first, and the other party is naturally passive.

The alliance between conjurers and cursers can only be established under special conditions.

Gojo Satoru couldn't stay in Tokyo if he wanted the curse spirit riot.

Coincidentally, the first appearance of the Juling Personal Safety Protection and Rights Protection Association also took place in the absence of Gojo Satoru.

Two-pronged approach, the efficiency is unparalleled.

Therefore, Wujo Satoru, who was inexplicably "disgusted", could only go on a business trip alone, aggrieved, and vent his loneliness in the dessert shop.

Xia Youjie, who was working overtime, felt very embarrassed: he was also ordered not to appear on the stage, why did Gojo Satoru work overtime in the small black room while he was traveling at public expense?

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected. When Xia Youjie was upset about working overtime, there was a group of people eager to replace his work.

Just stop making him tell ghost stories and let him run naked in the streets.

[Midnight Ghost Field], the name of the field of super imaginary [-] stories of mantras and spirits. People who are pulled into the field will be forced to tell [-] ghost stories until all the candles are extinguished.

Can you come out after telling the story?No, when it's over, Zero Zero will kill them all.

Of course, if she is in a good mood, she will release water. For example, this time she did not give the ending of the group destruction.

The youngest and most junior man in the elders' group huddled in a corner dying, because Lingling appreciated his admiration for "Approaching Science" in his speech, and she basically did not embarrass this dear man.

"Human beings are so fragile." Lingling sighed, "Are you really driven to collapse by ghost stories? Good food."

This man didn't dare to push Lingling, he shouted loudly in his heart: You only want us to tell ghost stories!I didn't say that the ghosts in the story would come out and eat people!Fraud, it's rule fraud!

It's because they think too beautifully, no realm is gentle, zero realm is the perfect combination of cruel hell and mental hospital, enough to scare every experienced spellcaster to tears.

The young elder squinted quietly through the gaps in his hands to look at the curse girl who was no different from a human being in front of her. After the fierce (one-sided hanging) battle, her sleeves were as clean as new, and the butterfly pendant on her earlobe did not shake a bit. The time is full of looseness and leisure.

"She didn't pay attention to us at all." The young elder thought, just as she lazily listened to the story with one hand propped up in the field, she just regarded them as a pastime.

When did such a powerful curse spirit appear in Tokyo?

It's not just her, the three super magic spirits paddling behind her are also extraordinary.

When did the super magic spirits unite?Aren't they famously solitary creatures?Who directs their actions?What is the purpose of their attack on the upper echelons of the magic world?

The young elder was having a brainstorm, he glanced at Ling Ling cautiously, and found that she had no intention of continuing to kill.

Half of the dead, but half alive, can be called kindness.

"She must have her own purpose for leaving us alive. We should be safe now." The man summoned up his courage and said in the dead silence: "Where did you get the curse, and why did you gather together?"

He couldn't figure this out, and he wanted to ask for an answer.

"Good question!" Ling Ling clapped her hands, waking up the elders who were pretending to be dead on the ground. They all squinted and opened their eyelids, for fear that her attention would be diverted to themselves.

Young Elder: You dogs, I will be a pig if I show you off.

Ling Ling stood in front of them with her hands on her hips, Tuo Liang stood behind her, Leu Hu stood on her left, and Hua Yu stood on her right.

Tuo Liang: "To protect world peace."

Leu Hu: "In order to implement love and justice."

Hana Yu: [In order to fight for a free future. 】

Lingling: "We, the Mantra Spirit Personal Safety Protection and Rights Protection Association, are making our debut today!"

All in unison: "It is everyone's responsibility to protect the curse spirits! Special grade curse spirits, join us!"

The author has something to say: Elder: Shocked my whole family.