Goujuan always refuses to confess

It's not that all the people in the village admire the existence of Shizhikong.

It doesn't mean that everyone in the village is a believer of Shizhikong, there are always one or two who escape from the crowd.

Just like this person who clamored for Shi Zhikong to die.

He used to be a member of the village.

A few years ago, he felt that the old people in the village were talking about the gods and shrines. When he left the village to work outside, he attributed the bad habits in the village to ignorance and absurdity, but he didn't interfere.

Because those old people are too stubborn, they want to create a god.

He persuaded the elders in the family not to be superstitious, and he couldn't refute when asked by the elders to go back to his hometown to participate in the sacrificial ceremony, so he could only go to the shrine with him.

It was a step that could not be seen as far as the eye could see, and was hidden in misty clouds, with incomprehensible words and sentences babbling in my ears.

When he was standing outside the shrine with his family, he finally saw the silver-haired boy standing on the platform built outside the shrine.

The cold golden eyes swept everyone in the audience with a smile that didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, and he was also in the crowd. The moment he was swept away, he felt a heavy burden on his body .

Shizhikong will be their god.

That was the first time he had such a cognition, and it was also the last time.

After that, he returned to the city to continue his work, staying away from the closed village, and forgetting the silver-haired boy who caught a glimpse.

Then he waited for the bad news of death.

Shizhikong cursed most of the elderly people in the village, including his parents naturally.

When he received the news and went back to the village, all he saw were piles of tombstones exuding a gloomy atmosphere, and Shizhikong, who caused all this, was not only not convicted, but a large number of deaths were suppressed.

He didn't know about it until someone found him.

The man stripped away the whitewashed death truth for him to see. The man said that everyone was a curse master, and he saw what kind of handwriting it was.

"Although this sentence is a bit strange to me, who is also a curse master, do you want revenge?" The black-haired man in five cassocks asked him with a weird smile, "To this...your' God'? Oh, you don't actually believe in him, do you?"

"How about it? Do you want to go to him? You hate him, right? I can help you. "

"Take this gun, if you can hit him—"

He...Of course he wanted to!

He hated Shizhikong, and all the incomprehension he had had turned into hatred when he learned the truth.

Why, why did Shi Zhikong do this, isn't he the god of the village?The old man in the village, his parents enshrine him so wholeheartedly, why should he—

Like a revolving lantern, he went through everything during his lifetime. He stared at the silver-haired boy in front of him with eyes that split apart, as if he wanted to impress his appearance deeply into his heart, and went down together with indelible hatred. hell.

……

No, it's better to be alone in this hell.

Without hesitation, Shizhi pulled away a sword that had stabbed into the chest of an unknown man, and the drawn sword drew out a lot of blood.

He didn't dodge either, and let the blood splash all over him needlessly.

It's hard to tell if the black school uniform is stained with red, but the smell is not very pleasant.

Shi Zhi shook his hand, and the hilt of the sword in his palm, together with the blood-stained sword body, turned into golden light and dissipated in the air.

He raised his eyes, "Is this dead?"

The silver-haired boy didn't have many emotional fluctuations, it's just that an irrelevant person died - even if he killed this person himself.

In front of him, the man who had lost his support fell backwards on his back, rolled and slid down to the bottom of the steps, leaving a scarlet streak on the steps.

The gun brought by the man was lost on the platform three meters away, and the bullet fell further, hitting an innocent tree and embedded in it.

The unknown male died.

And the previous ones were the inner voices revealed by the man under his questioning before he died. He read the outline and managed to piece together some facts.

—The one who hated him.

——Still from the village in the past.

Shizhi looked at the corpse underneath indifferently, and couldn't understand why human emotions were so extreme, but thinking about killing the other's parents with a curse...it wasn't right either.

Shi Zhi held the intact bag of milk tea in his other hand and supported his chin.

—— Among his fanatics, there are many whose elders died in the disaster at the beginning of the year.

——Why don't those people hate him?

"Is this human?" Shizhi withdrew his gaze.

Once again labeling human beings as complicated and difficult to understand, Shi Zhi put aside the milk tea bag he snatched from his hand.

It's okay for him to be splashed with blood, but if the drink is splashed, he can't drink it.

The silver-haired boy clapped his hands, and he took off his blood-stained coat and threw it aside, leaving only a black shirt of the same color on his upper body.

The sleeves were rolled up and the cuffs were folded to the crook of the arms. There was a wound on the left arm that was scratched by a bullet.

The flesh at the wound was folded outwards, looking a bit hideous, judging from the energy attached to it, the pistol bullets had been tampered with.

Shizhi walked over and bent down to pick up the gun brought by the man - a 44 caliber pistol, which couldn't be more ordinary.

After thinking about it, Shizhi retracted the magazine, and there was still a bullet in it.

"The bullet is specially made... Well, it's a good thing it didn't get hit just now." Twisting up the remaining bullet, he held it up in front of his eyes, and under the sunlight, Shizhi could clearly see the pattern flowing on the bullet case, "It's a pity that it opened The level of the gunman is too low."

If the bullet was shot into his body, it would still cause him pain for a while.

It is true that the surprise attack a few minutes ago caught him off guard, but how lethal can untrained ordinary people be?It would be more useful for him to be turned into a time bomb by that cursed spirit called a real person... huh?Wait a moment.

Shizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and repeated a word, "Curser?"

——This man just mentioned the Curse Master, right?

Shi Zhi put down the bullet and looked down again, the lifeless man below obviously couldn't give him any answer.

Shi Zhikong was once classified as a curse master, but after a few months of being well-behaved at the high school of conjuration, this title was finally taken off.

"What is it that I am also a curse master... a curse master is eyeing me?"

After thinking about it for a while, the last time he heard the term curse master was when he was dealing with the super curse spirit who stitched his face, the other party said that he knew a very powerful curse master.

To pull people into your camp, you always have to promote a wave of strength.

"It can't be such a coincidence..." said to himself, Shi Zhi put the dismantled bullets in his pocket, thought for a while with his mobile phone, and prepared to make a call to find someone to deal with the aftermath.

The corpse and bloodstains were too conspicuous. Fortunately, all the teachers in the school were paying attention to the exchange meeting at the moment.

He picked up the bag containing the drink in one hand, and sifted through the phone numbers in the address book with the other.

Can his believers enter the range of the mantra?Finding the school's assistant supervisor will definitely be preached... um... But it's very troublesome to dispose of the corpses by yourself. It's not like the shrine is your own territory. Just find an empty room to put the corpses and burn them all.

Shi Zhiguai went back and fiddled with the unknown man's legs, wiping away the blood that hadn't flowed cleanly, smearing out a few blood-colored flowers.

Before he could find an open space to burn his body, the silver-haired boy suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked directly in the direction of the exchange meeting.

The light-colored golden pupils widened slightly, and Shizhi felt a palpitation for no reason.

——At the exchange meeting... did something happen?

rush over.

Shi Zhikong had such an idea at the moment.

Throwing the human leg in his hand, he quickly edited a message and sent it to the people in the "School" group in the address book, and then Shi Zhi put the phone away.

He also rushed very fast, and lost his shadow in the blink of an eye.

The tent fell.

From a distance, Shizhi saw the black curtain enclosing the entire battle field.

This account is a bit strange, Shizhi thought it would take some effort to break in.

In fact, he made very little effort, and the opaque membrane offered little resistance.

——The object to be blocked by this account is not him.

- Then who is it?Teacher Wujo?

Shizhi squinted his eyes, thinking deeply.

When he rushed back to the periphery of the venue, he collided with two school officials and a hostile person in Kyoto.

One of the two in Kyoto coincidentally is the principal of Leyan Temple.

He glanced at the woman in the maiden costume, and heard the voice sounded like the teacher who brought the fruit tea, so Juzhi stopped and took out a sealed cup of drink from the bag and threw it over.

"Here, it's your order." After finishing speaking, Shi Zhi looked at the old man who took off his coat and picked up a trendy musical instrument.

The woman who was thrown a glass of drink hurriedly caught it, and a straw was thrown at her the next second, and the woman's expression became even more surprised.

Um Diva: ...No, is it time for a drink?

"Where's Mr. Wutiao?" Shizhi asked casually after looking around but not seeing the 1.9-meter figure.

"I'm locked out of the tent." An Ge Ji replied, neither drinking nor not drinking.

"Really." Shizhi nodded, not surprised, "Don't you want Mr. Wujo to participate in the battle?"

As he spoke, the silver-haired boy bent his golden eyes, leaned back slightly and turned his head.

He looked at the enemy holding a wooden ax opposite him, and the moment he met the enemy's gaze, the corners of his lips curled up nicely.

"What is your goal?"

The enemy on the opposite side was stunned, his heart leaked a bit, and he immediately returned to leaking.

"Hey, your companion told you about me." Shizhi narrowed his eyes, "Who are your companions?"

This time the enemy was silent again, but he didn't dare to think wildly, he was on guard against Shi Zhikong.

The principal of Kyoto next to him was communicating with the females in his school, and several females dressed in priestess costumes crossed their eyes and walked towards Shizhi.

"Are you Jueda Sora from the Tokyo school? Can you use your ability to send Gojo Satoru in?" Angeji asked, "They restrict Gojo Satoru because they are afraid of him, so if you let him in...? Are you listening to me, please?"

Angeji said a few words, and she found that the silver-haired students of the sister school did not look at her, but looked in a farther direction.

An Geji looked in the direction Shizhikong was looking at, and happened to see a soaring branch turning into dust and disappearing into the sky.

Then she heard the answer from the silver-haired boy.

"Sorry, I have to find the thorn first."

"Teacher Wutiao, he can come in with a little effort."

"Wait—" An Ge Ji turned her head, her outstretched hand failed to grab the corners of the ten empty shirts.

——【Go away. 】

Accompanied by the shattered words spirit, the body of the curse spirit flew out, and he slammed into the rubble-spattered roof.

When Shi Zhikong arrived, what he saw was this scene and the figure of Gou Juanzhi coughing up blood and falling down.

with a snap.

Something in his mind snapped.