Goujuan always refuses to confess

——Born in sorrow, died in peace.

Human beings seem to be right.

Shizhikong thought that he might have thought something wrong.

His life in the first ten years was not smooth sailing. When he was a child, he was tortured by the old people in the village for a long time before he sat on the main seat of the shrine safely. The days after that were peaceful.

Everyone respects him, and those who disrespect cannot get in front of him.

At the beginning of this year, he made a big fuss and hit a wall a little bit, but the ending ended well - he entered the conjuration college and got acquainted with the spell master who interested him.

The study life after entering Curse High is extremely ordinary. There is nothing supernatural about teachers who don't know the key, classmates who can be named by name, and curses that don't pose a threat.

So this also gave him the illusion-the world he lived in was an illusion of ease.

But the reality is not what he thought.

Under the glamorous peace, there is an undercurrent of uneasiness.

Curse spirits are the incarnations of curses condensed from the overflowing negative emotions of human beings, and their appearance mostly represents tragedy.

Yes, tragedy.

Why did he think the curse would do nothing?Even if they showed false "goodwill" before, they are also curse spirits.

Shizhi trembled his eyelashes, and his lowered eyes moved away from the spellcaster who was lying on the ground.

"Spine." The tip of his tongue touched the name, and he felt something collapse in his mind.

Even though he knew that the dog's spines were not as serious as he had seen, there was still a crack in his sanity.

The blood splattered on the bricks and tiles was an eyesore.

Shizhi actually didn't look at the spellcaster who fell on the ground for a few seconds, and these few seconds were infinitely stretched in the tense situation.

The other people present only saw the silver-haired boy appear and suddenly smiled like a flower.

In such a situation where the balance of the battle is leaning towards the curse, his smile is extremely dazzling.

"Is it because of you?" Shi Zhi's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and there was no emotion in his usual tone, "Did you come with him?"

"▓█——" the curse spirit who was still lying on his back among the broken tiles said something in an independent language.

These words did not pass into the brains of the people around them, they didn't know what riddles one person and one curse spirit were playing.

"Ah... don't you want to say it? It's okay." Shizhi pursed the corners of his lips, with an inappropriate smile, "You will tell me the answer."

After a pause for a few seconds, the silver-haired boy said word by word: "Tell me the answer, and then I will kill you."

The light in the golden peach blossom eyes completely condensed.

The horn of battle sounded again.

However, this time the battle is not one-sided, but it is also at a loss.

Because they don't know how to join, or to assist the main attacker Shi Zhikong.

This student from the Tokyo Conjuration College is too unique, so unique that he doesn't cooperate with others at all, and even Megumi Fukuro and Kenji Kamo who are next to him will be involved by him if they are not careful.

They should thank Shi Zhikong for making the exchange. Did they remember to call their names as a reminder before making the exchange?

"Fu Hei."

The first-year student probably knew where he would be transferred next, so he urgently made a gesture of Nue to summon Nue out.

A bird that looked like an ape, a raccoon, a tiger, or a snake was holding his neckline, and he subconsciously pulled out his weapon and swung it down.

"Well, what's your name? It doesn't matter, you have two braids."

The face of the third-year student in Kyoto turned black, and he immediately threw out a bag of plasma. The moment the plastic bag was cut by a sharp branch in front of him, blood splashed everywhere.

Although it didn't feel good to be manipulated, both of their attacks hit.

The moment Kamo Kenji hit the ground, he rolled to avoid the bud that the curse spirit had planted. He chose the wrong direction, and happened to collide with Fu Heihui.

"...Can you make your companion calm down a little? We are not his attack tool!" Kamo Kenji gritted his teeth and touched the scar on his right arm, "His ability...why did my spell power disappear out of thin air?"

This wound was left when he was suddenly thrown over after he had the idea of ​​getting close to the curse spirit last time.

Every loss of mana made him uneasy, and it felt so bad to be manipulated.

Fu Heihui's complexion was not good either. He pulled Nue's wings, moved his lips and said "price", and then cleared his mind of thoughts, pulling the students from the sister school further away.

He kindly gave a warning, so that the seniors in the third grade of the sister school should also empty their minds and not have too specific ideas.

But it is really difficult to reduce thinking in this situation, Fu Heihui kept filling himself with illusory thoughts, and the explanations in his mouth were very incoherent, but barely understandable.

"It's impossible for Kyoto. Investigate...the senior's ability, spell power, is... the price, and next...he may—"

After stumbling and talking for a long time, in fact, there was only one central idea that Fu Heihui wanted to express.

His second-year senior, Toji Sora, fell to the ground due to the overload of another senior, Gou Juji, and he was a little out of control. It is recommended to stay away.

But he can't just leave the field and leave the ten seniors here. Even if the out-of-control seniors attack almost indiscriminately, what they are facing is also a special-level curse spirit.

A golden crescent moon flashed from the corner of the eye, and Fu Heihui dodged a sword that had no friendly immunity with a short body.

Fu Heihui suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Fu Hei."

The next moment when his name was called again, he raised his head, and faced the big face of the super magic spirit who was close at hand, and the branches around the other's eyes almost touched his skin.

——It was made by Toka-senpai.

——He sent the super magic spirit in front of him.

Passing over the stagnant super-level curse spirit, Fu Heihui's eyes were full of the huge golden bow drawn by his senior, and the bright arrows of the rainbow gathered in his hands, and the long sword before had disappeared.

There was no hesitation in the silver-haired senior's eyes.

He has no idea that this arrow will harm his junior, as if he just "satisfied" the wish of the curse spirit and "fixed" him in front of Fu Heihui, his choice is completely for him. self service.

Perhaps Kenji Kamo has a saying that is right.

He is now a handy tool for his senior to attack the curse spirit.

——The life and death of props is not important to Juzhi Kong.

His head was filled with sirens that were one step away from death, and Fu Heihui was pulled out of the range of the light arrow by the third-year seniors of Kyoto School in extreme embarrassment.

Fuhei: "...Thank you, thank you Kamo-senpai."

Kamo: "Now is not the time to talk about this, the guy in your school is crazy!"

In the eyes of the people in the Kyoto school, last year's Otoko Yuta at least had a sense of reason, and he could restrain the super-cursed spirit [Rika] who had not unraveled the curse, and this year's sophomore named Soeda Sora is simply a lunatic.

Hit the curse spirit as soon as you hit the curse spirit, don't treat the lives of other magicians as consumables.

Kenji Kamo didn't expect that the idea in his heart would become a prophecy after a few minutes.

Special-level spell spirits are not easy to fight.

After fighting this tree-like curse spirit, Shi Zhikong understood this within a few moves.

The difference between a super-level spell spirit and a first-level spell spirit is like nothing else.

To be precise, this is the first time he has faced a super magic spirit. Before that, he just sat down and chatted with the super magic spirit named "True Man".

The fully drawn bow and arrows missed...it can't be said to be missed, ten still hit the super magic spirit in front of him, but most of the damage was blocked by the opponent.

There was a huge gash in Mana Spirit's bulging left shoulder, which could not be healed in a short time.

——[Conjurers are often people who value affection. ]

—[And you're not...not quite. ]

The silver-haired boy who was evaluated by the curse spirit neither denied nor affirmed.

——[You only care about one of them. ]

——[You abandoned others. ]

The weird words were directly reflected in his mind, the disgusting emotion flashed by, Shizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and took two steps back instead.

The silver-haired boy spread his hands flat, and the empty-handed appearance made the magic spirit puzzled, and it also made Maki, who arrived at the Buddhist temple later, unable to understand his intentions.

The spellcaster who fell to the ground was taken away from the central area of ​​the battle long ago, and after inspection, it was only unconsciousness and physical damage caused by the overdraft of spell power.

The problem is not very big, if it is treated by Mr. Jiarui Nizi, a high-level conjurer, it will recover soon.

Chanyuan Maki breathed a sigh of relief, it was more worry-free for Shi Zhikong to deal with the super-level curse spirit. She turned her head and wanted to tell Shi Zhi that she was safe, but after hearing the following sentence, her mind went blank.

"Make a wish on me."

Shi Zhikong said this sentence in a gentle tone, and his eyes swept over everyone except the special magic spirit.

"Make a wish on me for the death of the super magic spirit——Hua Yu."

No one wanted to ask how Shizhikong knew the name of the super mantra spirit, the students present paused for a moment, and then Zenyuan Maki's shout broke the silence for a moment.

"Don't think about anything! Don't make a wish to Shizhi!" The girl wearing glasses spoke quickly, with a terrified expression, "Shizhikong, you can't do that!"

The brains of people from other schools have not turned around yet, but as a student of the same school, Chanyuan Maki has already figured it out.

Shizhikong can indeed fulfill the wish, the wish of the curse spirit to die.

So what is the price?What is the price for getting rid of the super curse spirit?

Zenyuan Zhenxi's heart is at the bottom of the valley. Based on her understanding of Shi Zhikong, the price will be... human life.

——It wouldn't be Shizhi Sora's own life, nor the dog's life, it could only be someone else's.

Under the reminder of Zenyuan Maki, Fu Heihui also made a move. He ran away regardless of Sanqi 21 and Kamo Kenji.

Fu Heihui: "Just like what Senior Sister said, don't think about what Senior Shizhi said."

Kamo Kenki: "...What will happen? Wait, Nishinomiya is still there!"

Shi Zhikong regretfully watched the two students from the same school as him empty their hearts, and took away the students from other schools.

He was not in a hurry, his eyes moved up calmly, and he met the girl who was still flying in the air on a broom.

The seductive peach eyes made Nishinomiya Momo's heart tremble, and then the handsome silver-haired boy smiled at her.

He said very softly in a coaxing tone: "I said, make a wish to me, and let this super magic spirit disappear in the world directly."

As he said that, Shizhikong stretched out his hand in the direction of Nishinomiya Tao, as if sending an invitation.

The golden eyes are bright and deep, like a full moon.

Xi Gongtao felt that she had been bewitched, her mind moved slightly, and she couldn't help imagining the possibility that Shi Zhikong said.

The girl on the broom slowly lowered her flying height, "I...want..." The silver-haired boy's smile became clearer in her sight.

Just before she recounted her "wish", someone grabbed the back collar of Nishinomiya Momo's school uniform.

Immediately afterwards, the world in front of her was spinning, and with a few bangs of "dong dong dong", she was thrown from the sky to the ground.

"What? Dong Tang, when will you—"

"Nishimiya, you almost died, but this is still so out of specification. Knotweed, you saw it."

"...I see, Mr. Wutiao, he..."

Facing the devastated scene after the smoke cleared, everyone fell silent.

The dense and verdant forest itself was torn out of a huge bottomless pit, and on the edge of the pit opposite them, the two overlapping figures attracted attention.

"Ten branches are empty."

The slightly wider palm of the adult pressed hard on the student's slender neck.

"The teacher didn't expect that before dealing with the problem of the curse spirit, there would be a bigger trouble standing in front of him."

Gojo Satoru's icy blue pupils, which had been removed from the cover, stared fixedly at Tozhi Sora's bright golden pupils.

"Kong, did you really want to kill that girl over there just now?"

"Should I tell the teacher?"