Goujuan always refuses to confess

After one afternoon and one night of precipitation, Knotweed Yujin calmed down a long time ago.

The idea of ​​resurrection was indeed contrary to common sense, especially the news was told to him by the super-level curse spirit that caused the death, so it was even more suspicious.

He shouldn't have believed it.

In the afternoon, I had a conversation with Jianren Qihai about what is a "right death" at the place where the corpses were placed. Although he didn't come up with an answer, he calmed down a lot.

A person cannot be resurrected after death, what he has to do now is not to lose again.

……

That's all it should be.

At this moment, Knotaba Yuhito looked at the silver-haired boy sitting on his bed in confusion, and all the drowsiness he had contracted due to the late night was completely frightened away.

He was caught in a tangle again.

Shizhikong said that he could think about it again, but he had to listen to the story.

...But he didn't think that if he made things clear, his senior would agree to him.

Knotweed Youruhito was not stupid either, he had a vague premonition in his heart after seeing the superficial smile on the face of the silver-haired senior with crossed legs.

But he is Knotabazu Yuhito.

After two days of acquaintance, he will not hesitate to ask Su Nuo, the king of curses, for Yoshino Junpei's "transformation" in battle. He... wants to try again.

Yuzu Yuhito first thought about whether the unknown super magic spirit should be kept secret, and then he thought that his "death" was so secret that even Shizhikong knew about it, and felt that most of the things were transparent to Shizhikong of.

The senior can read minds, it seems pointless to hide it, right?

It didn't take long to talk about the special magic spirit named "Zhenzhen", because it was less than a week from the incident in the movie theater to Yoshino Junpei's death.

They experienced the end of an event as if they were rushing to the scene.

When hearing the name of this super-class mantra spirit, Shizhi put on a thoughtful expression.

——Is it really that curse spirit?

Shizhi recalled the two unknown meetings between him and that curse spirit, the other party always came to see him with crazy smiles and said specious things.

The central idea was to pull him to change camps, but the speaker didn't have much sincerity, so he just listened to it.

The real person came to him to play some kind of friends game by the way. The curse spirit who was born not long ago said that he was going to deal with human children soon, so he will practice his hands with him first.

Shizhi didn't respond to this, except for the tasks assigned by the school, he was not interested in the curse spirits he encountered on the road, and he would not take the initiative to attack.

He's probably more like...more like the neutral NPC in the game I played with Goujuan two days ago.

He actually has no inclinations.

Even though he is currently studying at the High School of Conjuration, he still has no obvious preference.

If I had to say it - he was partial to the dog curly spine.

After thinking for a while, Shi Zhi switched legs to support his arms, raised his eyelids slightly, and repeated: "The name of the curse spirit is Daoist."

It is not difficult to sort out what the real person has done, combined with what Shizhi met and the school teacher came to discuss with him, this super magic spirit set fires everywhere and tried to burn him.

Specifically referring to the incident of causing an abnormal death in the coffee shop he had been to later, but unfortunately he chose a location to avoid surveillance, and the magician stared at it and couldn't see what was going on.

——Yes, no one will know that they met.

"So... the Yoshino Junpei you were talking about was killed by a special magic spirit."

"Junior Knotweed is really a good person. You've only known him for... two or three days? Anyway, it must not have been five days."

Counting with his fingers, he didn't run out of one hand, and ten single hands supported his chin.

"It's a good story, with ups and downs, rich plots, and a beginning and an end." Shizhi nodded his head repeatedly, "Do people die when they are transformed?"

"I don't know." Knotabagi Yuhito replied sullenly.

He doesn't have the ability to make judgments. He thinks that Yoshino Junpei, who called himself "Youren" at that time, is still alive. If Su Nuo could have saved him...

But if there is no if, the result of the matter is the few corpses lying in the morgue, and the two waves of ridicule he received - they laughed wantonly and wildly, just to mock his innocence.

And the senior is also laughing at the moment, obviously this is a very sad story.

The pink-haired junior couldn't hold back, and said bluntly: "Senior, can you stop laughing, I know Shizhi-senpai didn't mean that, but I really..." It was itchy.

Shizhi let out a long voice, and then slowly lowered the corners of his mouth.

He wasn't affected by the young man's sadness at all, so he thought for a while and asked, "Can the cursed king in your body hear us?"

The topic changed too quickly, Katsuobu Yuren was stunned for a moment, and replied with a frown: "Yes, but I won't let him out."

"Yes? It doesn't matter, it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Uh? What? Toge-senpai, are you talking about..."

"Call this number and say that you need to consult him face to face."

Knotweed Yujin didn't have time to say anything, his senior took out a piece of paper from the bedside table and wrote a series of numbers, using the dim light Knotweed to see clearly.

It seems to be written... 090-XXXX-3X or something?

Whose phone is this?

Shi Zhikong was satisfied after listening to the story.

Human stories are always so interesting and full of incredible things.

So Shizhi decided to give this junior a chance, a chance for him to make his own choice.

But now it's a bit late, sleepy and lazy appear together, Shizhi finds a more professional person to explain, that is, the phone number he threw out.

That guy shouldn't have changed his number?He doesn't even have the money to change it.

Yawning drowsily, Shizhi thought sleepily again and again, would Mr. Wutiao notice this?Forget it, if the teacher comes, he will run first.

Anyway, he didn't cheat his "colleagues" once or twice.

Yuzu Yuhito dialed the phone with a half-knowledge, and followed Juzhi's instructions when the other party asked if he had any troubles, and said that he needed to consult in person.

"Hello! I am the god who provides door-to-door service——Yato, may I ask if you have any troubles and need me——"

The scene of the transformation into a living person had just been staged, and the young and clear male voice briskly spoke halfway, and all his words were stopped at the moment he saw the silver-haired boy leaning on the bed.

The black-haired and blue-eyed young man who suddenly appeared swears: "... grass."

The young man's distorted face quickly adjusted. He pushed the yellow-haired kid next to him behind him, and said in a stiff tone, "Why are you? Shouldn't you stay in your shrine? Make it clear, I won't divide you Incense money! You are an evil capitalist who owns a lot of land!"

Juzhi, who was pointed at for no reason, opened half his eyes, "I'm not interested in your quarters, Yato, your news is too late, I've been out of the shrine for a long time."

"...Ah?" The stiff tone stopped again, and the black-haired young man suddenly stopped holding the blond kid behind him and let him poke his head out, "Xue Yin, you go back, this guy is terrible...you come from the shrine What are you doing out here? Are people in your village willing to let you out?"

"Yes." The speaker's tone was cold, "The rest of the people are willing, and those who refuse are all dead, and half of those who have objections are buried in the ground."

The black-haired god choked for a moment, his eyes were surprised, and he felt that he had missed at least two seasons.

It's true that he's been busy since the end of last year, but he shouldn't be so ill-informed, right?

Surprise is nothing but surprise. As a good god who provides door-to-door service, Yato suppressed the turbulent emotions and continued to read his lines, "So what's your trouble? Tell me quickly, five yuan is also ready."

His tone was impatient, as if he wanted to finish the work quickly and ran away after receiving a bad review.

Shizhi didn't mind the shriveled and cautious tone of the god when he called over the phone, he pouted his chin in the other direction, "Here, where is the person looking for you... well, I paid for him."

A steel coin was flicked to the opposite side, and the black-haired young man caught it with a raised hand.

He seemed to have just noticed that there was such a person in the room. He turned his head and was about to speak. After realizing that something was wrong with the pink-haired boy, the young man turned his face again.

Yato: "...You tricked me, right? Is this a fucking human!!"

Shi Zhi: "? Why not, Junior Knotweed, do you think you are still human?"

Knotweed: "...Huh? I am?" You just ignore me when you talk to yourself, why are you still swearing!

Even if he is the container of Su Nuo, the king of curses, he thinks he is still in the human category.

After the one-sentence farce, the black-haired god reluctantly started working, "What do you want to ask?"

Yuzu Yuhito was at a loss, he was subconsciously aware of his senior, his senior mouthed a sentence for him, and he repeated it.

——"I want to know what it takes to resurrect others."

Yato waited for a long time for such a sentence, and he never let go of his wrinkled face.

He replied like a toothache: "Why don't you think about going against life and death... Forget it, which one is it?" In the second half of the sentence, he saw the confused eyes of the pink-haired boy and turned his eyes. of.

Shizhi: "Which one...are they usually from hell? There are very few of them in Huangquan."

Yetou: "Hell is troublesome, okay? The rules and regulations are extremely strict. If you make that girl...you make her happy in Huangquan, that's fine."

Yato: "Wait... Isn't this the scope of your business? Why did you ask me to come here?"

Realizing that something was wrong, the black-haired god turned his head and met the silver-haired boy's glowing peach blossom eyes, his pursed lips and raised golden eyes reminded Yato of some bad memories.

He was pitted by ten branches.

When he was chased by Bishamonten, he was pitted by Shizhi Kong, and almost died.

At this moment, the silver-haired boy didn't cheat him, but gave him a reason, which was an excuse in Yato's view.

"I'm not a god in a broad sense, so I asked you to come over to increase my persuasiveness."

Yato looked sideways, obviously still suspicious, but Juzhi continued.

"The voluntary sacrifice of life and the wrath of ghosts and gods that one must bear in order to disturb the order. To put it bluntly, you need to pay attention to these two points, Brother Knotweed, but—do you dare to offend the gods?"

The silver-haired boy stood up from the bed, stretched loosely, and took two steps to put his hands on the black-haired young man's shoulders.

The latter paused for a few seconds, and then cooperatively held the blond-haired kid he had brought into a weapon.

Although he didn't point at the knotweed Youren, he felt great pressure, and along with the inexplicable pressure, there was also Su Nuo's sarcasm.

——I didn’t expect that the little ghost who was neither human nor god could really find him...

He couldn't hear the sarcasm at the end, he was deeply immersed in the oppression brought by the gods, which was far more terrifying than when he faced the curse spirit.

His teeth were clenched and he mobilized all the strength in his body, and what finally saved him was the door that was knocked lightly twice.

"Youren, has anyone been in your room?"

who?It was introduced by Shizhi senior and him... eh?Knotaba Yuhito, whose back was sweating coldly and whose eyes were blankly focused, saw an empty room.

His room was at the bottom, with no windows but a door.

If it weren't for the creases on the bed and the residual body temperature left on it, Knotabagi Yujin would have thought that everything in the middle of the night was a dream of his own.

"...Teacher Wujo, just now I—"