Goujuan always refuses to confess

Yidizhi, Jugao, the most bitter assistant supervisor, Jiegao, was staring at the office building where cement debris kept falling, wrinkling his face in pain.

Fortunately, his account is big enough, but how to account for this dilapidated house...

Go back in time to 5 minutes ago.

After pointing out that there are multiple curses in the office building, the silver-haired boy started to move. He stretched out his fingers and counted up the layers, and stopped when he counted to about ten floors. The boy turned his head sideways and compared the ten floors. The height of the building.

Then he opened his arms and made a gesture of drawing a bow.

Shizhi can use a bow and a sword, and even holds a fan in his hand and can use it twice as a weapon. The domineering old people in the village taught him a lot when he was a child.

Said it was...to make him more like someone, but it doesn't matter, those old bones have already been buried.

—He sent it in with his own hands.

The gilded jade-like spots of light gradually condensed between the slender fingers into the shape of a long bow. The ten sticks stretched the bowstring to form a half-moon shape. Aligned with the previously compared floor height.

The whole process of drawing the bow, aiming, and shooting the arrow took only five seconds, and Yidizhi had no time to stop it. He could only watch helplessly as a wall of the tall building was blown to pieces, and then the silver-haired boy added a few more arrows.

Every arrow hit Yidizhi's heart heavily, and the falling cement block seemed to be Yidizhi's broken heart at this moment.

"Ah." Shizhi realized later, he looked at the big hole above and then at Yidizhi's ashen face, his golden eyes widened, "I'm sorry."

There was no sincerity in the apology, Shizhi's eyes quickly skipped Yidizhi's body, he tilted his head and thought for a while, reached out and tore a piece of paper from the notebook in the assistant supervisor's pocket, and wrote a series of numbers.

He slapped the paper on Yi Dizhi's chest, and before Shizhi rushed into the office building, he left a sentence for the poor assistant supervisor, "If you need to pay for the aftermath, please call this number."

Yi Dizhi lost the figure of the silver-haired boy beside him in a blink of an eye, and then the loud sound of jingling bells came from the office building.

Ju Gao's assistant supervisor tremblingly took down the piece of paper, stared at it for a few seconds, then took out his mobile phone and called it without any hope, with a completely self-defeating attitude.

Could things get any worse?No, whatever.

The phone rang six times before being connected, and then a male voice rang from the opposite side: "Hi, this is Group B of the Assassination Squad under the Port Mafia..."

Yi Dizhi only heard the first few words clearly, he trembled, and hung up the phone with a trembling hand.

When Shizhi climbed to the big hole he bombarded out of, he remembered that what he told Yidi was the work number of his disciple.

This idea flashed by, and he was quickly attracted by the scene in the office building.

One, two, three, four, five...five curses...huh?

Shizhi tilted his head again, and his eyes fell on the "curse spirit" in front of Jianren Qihai. At this moment, the "curse spirit" was twisting wildly trying to break free from the arrow that pinned it.

Squinting his eyes and scanning the "curse spirit" up and down a few times, Shi Zhi had a guess in his mind.

What Shizhi was thinking about was the weirdness of the "curse spirit", but what Shizhi said was the regret of not seeing Goujuan and the joke about who to look for for compensation.

"Don't call me Qi Haihai. If you don't want to use an honorific name, you can use an ordinary surname."

"Huh? But Senior Qihai, you are not very resistant in your heart." After reading out the voice of the person, Shizhi felt that this conjurer named Jianren Qihai was quite interesting. Few people put "labor is Shit" and "Conjurer is shit" like swiping the screen in my mind.

Tokosora thinks humans are interesting.

He looked at the ceiling and at the broken stones under his feet, and reminded the reliable adult male before heading downstairs to find the dog roll.

"Senior Qihai, the 'curse spirit' in front of you is a bit weird." As he spoke, Shizhi pointed to the position of his brain, "It's not normal here."

"I can see it, but Shizhi-kun, you just destroyed it—" Jianren Qihai's warning just started, and his mouth and nose were almost flooded by the stone chips on his face. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and slashed a few times with his knife , Cut the larger stones into pieces.

After the dust settled, Shizhikong disappeared in front of Jianren Qihai, replaced by a circular collapse leading to the next floor brightly.

There was a wailing curse spirit next to his ear, and the damage in front of his eyes that could not be handed over to the office building manager. Even a reliable adult magician couldn't help but push his glasses to calm himself down.

——Tu Zhikong, who doesn't obey orders, is a problem student.

The spellcaster who was being chased was running in the corridor, and he was constantly distracted by loud noises and piercing howls from the higher-ups above his head.

——Did Senior Nanami encounter any trouble?If it's just two curse spirits, there shouldn't be...

Running and running, Gou Juan stopped in his tracks, and he looked at the curse spirit who slowly walked out of the men's toilet with a complicated expression.

The bloated and deformed spell spirit is not powerful, and the level of a quasi-first-level magician is enough to deal with it, provided that he has plenty of spell power and a good voice.

The last bottle of throat medicine was finished long ago. He thought the bottle was in the way and threw it in the aisle. More medicine was put in a plastic bag on the car.

He didn't expect the curse in this building to be so tricky.

Several small cursing groups on the previous floors made him repeatedly chant the incantations, such commands as [explode] frequently made his throat feel dry and itchy after a while.

——This is more than what Senior Qihai told him.

The curser with light flaxen hair coughed a few times. He held back the bloody smell in his throat, and his purple eyes were fixed on the curse that he hadn't found in front of him.

"Golden fish mayonnaise..." With a hoarse voice, Gou Juan was feeling what kind of spells he could use to kill the curse in front of him...Huh?

The sound of soft footsteps did not attract the attention of the curse spirit, but made him look up. Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the ceiling above the curse spirit's head completely collapsed, and then a figure fell heavily on the curse spirit.

With such a crackling sound, Goujuan watched as the man who landed on Mana Ling let go of the arrow in his hand and stood up slowly.

The silver-haired boy turned his head, and the moment he saw him, his golden eyes were shining, and he greeted him with a bright smile: "Hey Ji, I found you."

While talking, Shizhi stepped on the "curse spirit" on the ground, his eyes glanced down slightly, and when he saw a certain part, Shizhi dropped another arrow, separating part of the "curse spirit" from his torso, and then Kicked into the toilet door on the side.

These small movements were all done with Goujuan on his back, and Goujuan, whose eyes were all focused on Shizhi, didn't notice Shizhi's last hit on the curse spirit.

"Why is Thorn injured? I came in when I heard that the number of curses was wrong." He took out a throat lozenge from his pocket and held it in his hand. After thinking for half a second, Shizhi gave up his plan to drink the dog. , handed the medicine to the opponent.

Not only did they hand it over, Shizhi stuck to the dog roll after the bottle left his hand, and his five fingers inserted into the opponent's fingers little by little to form a five-finger grip.

Gou Juan twitched his hand, but couldn't break free.

"...dried bonito." The purple-eyed boy blinked, and he muttered in his heart that he was not hurt and asked Toto to let him go.

He wanted to see the dead curse spirit behind him, but the ten branches taller than him stood firmly in front of Goujuan.

"What's so interesting about a dead curse spirit? If you can't unscrew the bottle cap with one hand, I can help you." With a little force, the dog roll was pushed back, and the ten sticks blocked everything tightly. Said irrelevant words to attract Goujuan's attention, "Do you need me to feed? Oh... well, you can do it yourself."

Shizhi stared straight at Goumaki, with a completely idle attitude, not at all like being in a dangerous place where a curse exists.

It doesn't look like he killed a "curse spirit" simply and neatly just now.

Maintaining the posture of holding the dog roll with one hand, Juzhi watched the serpentine eyes on the face of the light flaxen-haired spellcaster undulate with his movements. After a while, the potion that was too late to swallow would wet his cheeks, and the black spells would shine brightly. There are a few splashes of water color.

——Sexy and cute.

——I want to poke it twice.

Shizhi, who thought of something and planned to put it into action, stretched out his hand, but before his fingertips touched Goujuan's cheek, he quickly cleaned up the cursed adult conjurers upstairs and fell from the hole.

Shizhi was interrupted. He retracted his hand and turned his head in displeasure, glaring several times at the adult conjurer who had watched the dead "curse spirit" and then stared at him again.

Jianren Qihai looked back blankly.

He saw the silver-haired boy angrily wanting to conjure a weapon, and he also saw the descendant of the curser stop him with a reddish face.

Jianren Qihai ignored the sticky atmosphere and pushed his glasses indifferently: "The curse is all gone, it's time to call it a day."

Labor is shit, so are conjurers.

Bringing students along is also bullshit, and bringing students with such ambiguous and chaotic relationships is even more shit!