Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Tenzhi-kun... is very dangerous." The supervisor of the high school of conjuration pushed his glasses, and said seriously to the two first-year students, "I'm not saying bad things about him or trying to scare you, your classmate Fuhei How much Hui told you to pay attention to him."

Nazaki: Huh?Have you said that?

Knotweed: As I said, at that time, Nagasaki, you were distracted and didn’t care.

"Shi Zhikong is not difficult to get along with. He has the same attitude towards most people. Simply put, he doesn't care. You are only a little better than strangers in his eyes."

Knotweed: ...I always feel a little sad when I talk about it like this.

"The people in the school...the second graders get close to him, but only superficially. If you accidentally offend him, go to the second grader Goujuan first, he can save you. Unless Goujuan goes on a mission Now, you can look for Wutiao teacher again, if Wutiao teacher is not here...you will die."

Nazaki:? ? ? ?Wait a moment!Is their senior so dangerous?Obviously he will treat guests and pay the bill, he looks like a good senior...

Yidizhi sighed: "So he is very dangerous, but since he sees you better than strangers, he won't care too much about you."

"If you want to say that he is most likely to get angry, it is anything related to Goujuan. On those things, Shizhi is very irritable and unreasonable... You don't know Goujuanji now, right? It's okay, later chance to know."

"You can also think of it like this. Dog curly thorns are ten empty locks."

"I don't know what they themselves think, but this is a fact recognized by the current conjuration experts."

"Suppose one day—" Yidizhi said this, looked down at his watch, and just 5 minutes had passed, he shook his head, "Forget it, it's okay, have you decided where to go shopping? We'll be there in 5 minutes." We're leaving."

The sudden change of topic immediately attracted the attention of the two first-year students. They frantically pulled out their mobile phones and began to search for the place they wanted to go, without asking what Yidizhi had left to say.

Seeing this, Yi Dizhi sighed again.

He didn't know why Gojo Satoru asked this second grader to bring someone out, and he hoped there would be no deep meaning.

A loud sneeze echoed in the empty, dilapidated corridor.

"Cough, is anyone still thinking of me?" Shizhi touched the tip of his nose with his free left hand, feeling his nose was itchy, and then a smile appeared on his face, "It must be that Ji is worried about me~"

The silver-haired boy had curved eyebrows and eyes, and in stark contrast to his expression was the wreckage on his right hand. It was probably the part of the hand that was sparsely dripping blood-like liquid from the gap.

The color is not bright red but a dull purple, probably the blood of the curse spirit.

Looking at it, Shizhi's eyes fell on his own hand.

"Oh, it's so dirty."

Suddenly realizing that he had directly pinched the body of the curse spirit, Shizhi subconsciously threw the thing out, hitting the wall with a dull sound, and he even shot an arrow.

The golden arrows condensed by the magic power nailed that small part of the body to the wall. Similar "arrows" of different lengths penetrated the whole body of the magic spirit, and dark purple liquid flowed from the wound on its pale body. over swollen skin.

He shook his hands in disgust, and found that the blood of the curse spirit had dried up, so Shi Zhi simply used his school uniform jacket as a cloth to wipe his hands.

Anyway, the clothes will be dirty later.

After wiping his hands clean, Shizhi turned his white palms over and over to look at them.

Through the split fingers, Shizhi saw the ugly curse spirit that was trembling.

The fat body trembled slightly, it was afraid.

Shizhi suddenly bent down, leaning forward in a ninety-degree arc, his bright golden eyes opened to the maximum, and they met the protruding eyes of the mantra with a distance of a few centimeters.

It could be regarded as the eyes. There is such a group of black on the bulging white sphere, although it has been pierced by the arrow now, so it may not be visible.

The silver-haired boy maintained this posture and opened his mouth:

"How many seconds are left? Have you counted how long it has been since 1 minute?"

"Well, I think you won't be able to count when you are in such pain. There are about 20 seconds left."

"Then—do you want to die quickly or—oh no, you interrupted my chat with Thorn, you can't choose the former option."

"Die tragically, I will give you the most—grand death."

Obviously at this moment the silver-haired boy didn't have the initial angry expression on his face, but the curse spirit who was still alive was trembling. If he could move him, he must have escaped from Shi Zhikong's eyes by now.

——Escape, have to escape.

Only one thought was buzzing in the mantra's mind, and its other eye, which could still see, looked around for a way to escape.

This house is its territory, it is familiar, as long as it escapes, it still has a chance——

"--Jingle Bell."

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone rang in the corridor, and Shi Zhi, who was already in an attacking posture, was taken aback for a moment. In just such a moment, the kung fu mantra ended the 20-second countdown, escaped from his shackles and fled upstairs.

"Eh, escaped? Forget it, I can't escape anyway."

The attention was only allocated to Manu Ling for a moment, and soon Shizhi answered the phone before the second ring.

"Kelp." A familiar voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Spine—!" Shi Zhikong's golden eyes warmed up with joy, and what came out of his mouth was an intimate call.

Even though the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see him, Shizhi's expression softened visibly, and his tone was high: "Why did Ji call me at this time, is it because I just sent a message in the middle of the call? I was attacked by a curse spirit in front of me, so my hands trembled."

"Big mustard?"

"Me? I'm fine. I'm just a quasi-first-level curse spirit who escaped from me right now."

"Pickled cabbage!"

"Well... I get it, it's not Thorn, your phone number is more important... Okay! I understand Thorn's meaning, I should put my own safety first, but quasi-first-level spell spirits really can't hurt me .”

During the phone call, the sound of heavy objects being pounded on the floor continued to be heard from upstairs as the background sound, and Shizhi squinted and glanced upwards.

——What a disgusting curse spirit, if you let him go, can't you just hide in the house and wait for him to find it?Why bother him chatting with Thorn?

Memorizing one stroke after another for this curse spirit in his heart, Shizhi's expression became impatient again, but his tone of voice was still gentle, forming a great contrast.

"No, I didn't lose my focus because I was chatting with Thorn, and Thorn didn't bother me to fight... It's a bit noisy? That's right, the curse spirit escaped, but it won't run for long."

The voices of chattering teenagers echoed in the empty room, intersecting with the clumsy footsteps upstairs.

Finally at a certain moment, the commotion upstairs stopped, and the next second there was the sound of a foreign object smashing into glass and rushing out of the house.

Curses are home-loving, they like to stay where they were born.

If they are forced out, it means that they are probably desperate.

There are still fresh and delicious human beings out there for it to play with, as long as it regains the negative emotions of human beings——

- it can...

The thoughts that came to a sudden stop collapsed and contracted into the body along with its fragmented limbs, and then countless light spots shot out from the cracks in its body. The last thing it heard in its consciousness was the exclamation of human beings.

——"Find a cover and close your eyes, it's going to explode!"

Two first-year students outside their house spent three minutes deciding which shopping street they would go shopping before the sound of shattering glass caught their attention.

They saw an ugly jinx come out of the window with a lot of pressure on them.

"Mr. Yizhi - what to do!!!"

"Where's the weapon? Nagasaki, have you got the weapon?"

"In the car... It's definitely not enough to deal with this level of curse!"

The two first-year students were facing a big enemy, but the assistant supervisor of the conjuration college froze indifferently, and jumped out word by word: "No, nothing, no, no, use, run..."

"You don't look like you're okay, Mr. Yizhi, you just stopped moving!!"

The flustered two students were barely ready to fight, no matter what they couldn't let this curse escape...huh?

The huge curse spirit that Shangyue was in mid-air was pierced by an arrow that galloped like lightning from behind, and then several golden arrow feathers fell down, nailing the curse spirit to the ground in front of the ghost house.

It didn't have time to react, it only maintained the movement of jumping out, but its body began to collapse and condense instead.

Then came Yidizhi's words when he realized that the magic spirit was about to explode and called the two first-year students to find a place to hide. After the white light of the silent explosion dissipated, the three poked their heads out from behind the car.

They saw Shizhikong who was still maintaining the bow and archery posture.

A golden translucent longbow dissipated from the hands of the silver-haired senior, with a mobile phone tucked around his neck. After seeing the death of the curse spirit, he immediately put away his indifferent posture, took back the mobile phone and chatted and laughed there. .

Shi Zhikong jumped down from the hole on the second floor of the empty house and landed lightly.

"Well, it's been resolved, who knows it's going to run away... eh, don't you want to talk? Oh... You still have to practice your work, so there's nothing you can do... What else do you have to say? Well, for me and Zenyuan, Panda Hello."

Hanging up the phone with unfinished thoughts, Shi Zhikong raised his head and met the tired eyes of the assistant supervisor.

Shi Zhikong: "What's the matter? The curse has been solved? It will be done in 10 minutes."

Yidizhi: "Tuzhi-kun... did you agree not to make a big noise?"

"I didn't say yes, but is it big?" Shizhi blinked, he looked back at the big hole on the second floor and the deep pit on the ground, and smiled indifferently, "Well, there are people in my hometown Now he works in the Japanese branch of a fishery organization, I asked him to think of a way? It seems to be an illusionist—”

Noticing Yi Dizhi's slightly disapproving gaze, Shi Zhikong played with two small braids hanging behind his head, and the smile on his face deepened.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, Yizhi."

"I obediently listened to the teacher and the school, and completed the assigned tasks, okay?"