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Does the bookstore named "hang" mean condolences?

Feng Xinzhi glanced at the books placed on the corridor wall, ignoring Jingji Xiayan who expressed his welcome to him.

Kyogoku Xiayan didn't care if he was bored, instead he explained the library to Feng Xinzhi like an older mentor.

"I haven't counted how many books are collected in the library, but these are patterns that form a consensus in language. The patterns are gathered and combined to form articles, and then listed and sorted...it becomes a book."

The book building spread out under his words, like a microcosm, and the books reproduced the whole world.

The shadows of everything are reflected on the page.

Secularism, religion, system, everything that can be recognized is extracted.

"Human beings are fragile, overwhelming violence and threats will destroy everything they know, and so is the superstructure."

The whole world is full of contradictions between altruism and self-interest.

So, he came to a conclusion.

--crime.

Only by breaking through the shackles of the system can we be truly free, right?

However, it is a pity that because of the existence of his old enemy, Ayatsuji Xingren, his plan did not succeed, but it did not fail either.

His successor will help him realize this vision.

Kyogoku Xia Yan cast his eyes on Feng Xinzhi who was browsing the books, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a strange arc.

He will let Feng Xinzhi accept his ideas.

Subtle influence is not advisable, then directly let Feng Xinzhi's insistence on the idea collapse, let him struggle and sink in the malice of the world - become his favorite successor.

Then, it's time for the magician's resurrection.

Feng Xinzhi looked back at him, his kite-colored eyes were full of cold indifference, as if he had taken off his usual mask of gentleness, his face was as cold as a dead and boundless ice surface.

The penetrating pupils seem to have seen everything, mixed with some boredom and indifference visible to the naked eye.

Voluntary change is one thing, forced acceptance is another.

He does not deny anyone's ideas, but no one should try to interfere with his ideas and change his original wishes.

"These things are up to you, but don't go out of your way."

Finally hearing Feng Xinzhi's answer, Kyogoku Xiayan's smile deepened, as if he had met a student who perfectly suited his heart, his muddy yellow eyes were smudged with calm madness.

He pushed the thin glasses in front of his eyes, and listened to Feng Xinzhi's words with a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"—Otherwise, I can't help but kill you in this world."

kill you again.

His tone was calm but cold to the point of stagnation.

Feng Xinzhi closed the book and put it back to its original place, regardless of Kyogoku Xiayan's expression, he walked down the stairs without looking back.

He pushed open the door of the library, ignoring the people and books left behind.

There was a dead silence in the hanging hall, the lights floating in the air burned faintly, and the books that no one cared about stayed silent on the bookshelves.

The shadow shrouded Kyogoku Natsuhiko, paired with a worn-out kimono, inexplicably rendering a strange and gloomy look.

After a while, Jingji Xiayan laughed loudly.

The black and red "Diao" characters on the dome of the study building are getting deeper and deeper, and the edges of the writing seem to be seeping fresh blood.

The lights were suddenly extinguished, and the hanging hall of the study building was instantly pitch black.

There was a faint creaking sound.

The gate is closed.

……

It was dark.

Feng Xinzhi woke up from his sleep, and his gradually clear eyes met a certain curse spirit lying beside him.

As if feeling that he was being watched, the curse spirit turned his face shyly, covering his eyes secretly with a limb that wasn't his hand, as if he didn't dare to look at him.

Feng Xinzhi, who was stunned by the other party's appearance for a moment, sat up silently, and found that the room was full of infiltrating curses of all levels.

Feng Xinzhi was silent.

Even if it is temporarily sealed, is the power of the "Heavenly Demon" still so powerful?

He looked at the side of the bed expressionlessly, with a face that wanted to climb the bed (?) but was afraid to climb up because he was jealous of the curse spirit beside him, he could only stare at the few little curses on the bed sheet.

A little suffocated.

After realizing that these curses had no killing intent at all, Feng Xinzhi ignored them.

He stared at his left hand for a long time, thinking about why this happened.

Was the "Heavenly Demon" assimilated or blended in by his supernatural power?

So while he was using his own supernatural ability, this supernatural ability from Kyogoku Natsuhiko also played a role.

In other words, before he can fully control it, the negative emotions that appear around him will continue to be alienated into curses.

Unless he clings to this world father all day long.

Feng Xinzhi imagined that scene for a while, and felt that there was no problem, but somehow wanted to laugh.

But even if the two of them don't mind, this is not a long-term solution.

Then only...

Suddenly, he got up and got out of bed, and the curse spirit beside him was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed him like a shadow.

The few little curses hooked on the bed sheets were staggered by their movements, and the other curses entrenched around the room were also a little commotion.

Feng Xinzhi pulled open the closed curtains.

Outside is the gradually fading night and... Gojo Satoru hanging upside down.

Gojo Satoru, who was caught peeping, didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead he extended his hand enthusiastically to greet him, and he could feel his righteousness through the window.

He poked the glass with his fingertips, signaling Feng Xinzhi to put him in.

Feng Xinzhi stared at him for a long time, but he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to appear in this way.

He must have been hanging in front of the glass window of the main building of the Mafia headquarters at the port for a few minutes, but he wasn't set on fire?

"They have spotted me before, and they are probably on their way now."

Gojo Satoru squatted on the window sill, tilted his head and looked at Feng Xinzhi with a smile, and didn't take the trespassing of Mafia port seriously at all.

Although it really doesn't matter to him.

"...These curses are all handed over to you."

Feng Xinzhi glanced at the time, although he realized that it was a little early, but he didn't feel sleepy, so he simply took his clothes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

The curse spirit who was following him blankly wanted to go in with him but was shut outside the door. Feng Xinzhi also threw out a few curses and rolled around on the ground a few times.

All the curses in the room moved to the bathroom, and they couldn't get in, so they could only linger outside the door.

Gojo Satoru actually saw the grievances from these newly born curses without self-awareness, as if they were abandoned by their masters.

He rubbed his chin, finding this situation super interesting.

"It's a pity that I was rejected."

He patted one of Curse's head like a rubber ball, and Curse twisted and tried to avoid Gojo Satoru's palm, showing great resistance.

Gojo Satoru who feels being treated differently: ...

Oh, you cursed people are still treating each other more favorably than others?

Gojo Satoru, who was inexplicably struggling, forced himself to slap several times, and managed to hold the curse until he stood still.

After taking revenge, he snapped his fingers, and all the curses in the room were instantly shattered and disappeared as if they had been hit to the core.

The accumulated resentment was dispelled, and the filth was eliminated, and it was impossible to see that the room was full of curses before.

A trace of thought flashed across his face.

These curses should be alienated by the resentment emitted by the super curse spirit on Feng Xinzhi's body, they will not harm Feng Xinzhi, and even...there is the possibility of being driven.

Gojo Satoru laughed, feeling that he really had vision.

Another student who can compare to him in the future.

Then, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Feng Xinzhi, who heard the knock on the door, opened the door of the bathroom. There were a few drops of water on her hair, and there were still water marks on her handsome face. The neckline was only buttoned to the third button. Vaguely see the white collarbone.

As expected, he saw the curse disappearing in the room, and opened the door without thinking much.

The person who knocked on the door was not a security guard from Mafia at the port, but Dazai Osamu who came in a hurry. He didn't even wear the leader's red scarf and only put on a black coat, and even the bandage over his left eye was a little messy.

He was just about to say hello to Feng Xinzhi, but he couldn't help seeing Wujo Wu in the room.

The other party stretched out his hand and waved at him, then put his hands in his pockets, looking very righteous.

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

Although I know that the other party wants to poach someone, but hanging in front of the glass window of the Mafia building at the port at four or five o'clock in the morning before dawn, isn't it a bit incompatible with Gojo Satoru's status as the strongest conjurer?

This was just a momentary thought, and after calming down for a few seconds, he roughly guessed the whole process.

... Highly skilled in spells, it's a bit annoying.

Any guy who robs him of a child is very annoying.

But he also knew that "Disqualification in the World" could not completely eliminate the strangeness in Zhijun, and he needed to negotiate with people in the magic world.

Just very unhappy.

Osamu Dazai pulled Feng Xinzhi back with a smile on his face, touched his left wrist with his fingertips, and made an inviting gesture to Gojo Satoru with his other hand.

Let's talk about the admissions of Zhijun.

Gojo Satoru naturally readily agreed.

The conjurer is very sensitive to emotional changes, even if Osamu Dazai didn't show it, he could still vaguely perceive the other party's reluctance.

He didn't quite understand why the other party's mood changed as if he had been robbed of his son by a brutal villain?

Speaking of villains, it must be Osamu Dazai who is the leader of the port mafia.

Hey, never mind, anyway, this student is almost a certainty.

Feng Xinzhi, who was being held by the wrist, obviously felt the unhappy mood under Dazai Zhi's smile, a gentle and soft smile appeared in his eyes, and he tilted his head to look at Dazai Zhi, with a quiet and serene comfort mean.

The moment their eyes met, Osamu Dazai had the thought of shrinking back, but he forcibly held back his shameful avoidance, and accepted the silent comfort with a peaceful mind.

Look, Zhijun is comforting him~

Facing this bragging, Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and almost couldn't resist taking out his mobile phone to make a video call to his dear student Fu Heihui.

In addition, is there something wrong with the sense of déjà vu of the old father and his sensible and obedient 24 filial son?

The relationship between the noble circle and the underworld is a bit messy.

The author has something to say: Dazai Osamu (Maomao patted the table): I hate people who rob me of their sons!