Goujuan always refuses to confess

The pitch-black sky was illuminated by blinding golden light, and for a moment the conjurer outside Shibuya Station mistakenly thought it was the noisy day.

Immediately afterwards, the dull thunder exploded across the land, implicating the buildings in shaking twice.

The tent that isolated them from the interior of Shibuya Station was broken, not because the people and things that had settled in the "tent" were eliminated and dissolved in mist, but because they were blasted away with an extremely strong method.

The broken tent disappeared like fragments, and the students who were still fighting the curser couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Is this Shizhi senior?"

Fu Heihui: "It's him."

Knotweed Youruhito: "Didn't the senior ask for leave to engage in religious activities? Why did he come here?"

Fu Heihui: "It's a superstitious activity, I don't know, it might be the notification from Senior Goujuan..."

That's not right, the signal on their mobile phones disappeared completely, otherwise, the knotweed would not have notified Senior Qihai by shouting.

Unable to figure out why Shi Zhikong came here, the two students from the Tokyo school were going to focus on the curse master who had just been tied up in front of them.

Knotweed looked at the two remaining nails that hadn't been destroyed in time, "What about this? The tent has been broken, so it doesn't seem important anymore?"

Fu Hei looked over, "Destroy it, it's too harmful to keep the Curse Master's things."

As Fu Hei said, the knotweed destroyed the nail with magic power, and when they breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred.

The companion fell from the sky without warning, and the two students didn't even know what happened to him, they only had time to call out Nue to catch him, and then Knotweed rushed up to catch him.

"Seriously injured...how could it be?" Hirohito Katsuobu was very surprised, he looked up to the top of Tower S, "There should be two curse masters there... No, I want to help Inoko to beat him—"

"Knotweed." Fu Hei stopped his classmates, "Now Teacher Wutiao's matter is more important."

"...Oh." Polygonum cuspidatum is not a brainless person, so after calming down and thinking about the pros and cons, he decided to part ways with Fu Heihui.

One rushed to Shibuya Station where Gojo Satoru was, and the other took Ino outside for treatment.

The conjurer outside Shibuya Station has a clear division of labor, and the curser who was in a daze at the prison gate in the station also felt something, looking at the ground upstairs thoughtfully.

The man with a thread stitched on his forehead suddenly showed an evil smile.

He took out a chicken rib curse spirit that had been hidden for a long time from the cassock and crushed it, and the corresponding one lost contact thousands of miles away and disappeared at the speed of light.

Things have come to this point, all the actors have gathered together.

"Although Shizhikong is a surprise, it doesn't hurt to advance the plan."

At this time, the curse master who was still named "Xia Youjie" applauded.

"Gojo Satoru, it's a pity that you can't see the process of going to the new world."

"Then let's see you in the new world."

Shi Zhikong walked on the road looking for the dog curly thorn.

There are no super-level spell spirits around the station. According to Shizhi's understanding of Goujuan spells, he will probably be assigned to the outside to evacuate the crowd.

Probably after coming to such a conclusion, the silver-haired boy no longer acted impetuously, nor did he take the convenient path by grasping his own vitality to harm the other party.

The communication device left by Jizhiwan to Shizhikong has been silent since the tent was destroyed. It may have been impacted by the magic power of his arrow just now, and fell into a short-term loss of contact.

The streets of Shibuya are full of ordinary people who are entangled by curse spirits and reformers. Those who are a little bit resistant take hand tools that can be picked up on the roadside to fight back, and more people are massacred by monsters one-sidedly.

Ten branches walked forward without looking sideways, and stopped after walking a certain distance when he heard the wailing of humans.

He didn't want to care about it.

Shizhi looked to the left, where the woman who was crushed half by the curse spirit and was about to be eaten into her belly cried and stretched out her hand to where he was, and the sharp and piercing heartbeat pierced the eardrum.

Calling for help, fear, despair, resentment... all kinds of negative emotions exploded around Shizhi.

Shibuya at this moment is like the Yokohama that Jueda had seen before.

But Shibuya gave Jue a better feeling than Yokohama, at least he knew the hellish scene here in advance and was mentally prepared.

——If the thorn is there, it will probably be shot.

The figure of the spellcaster flashed past in his mind, Shizhi raised his hand, gathered a short knife in his hand, and threw it at the curse spirit's position at will, precisely piercing through the curse spirit's head.

Inertia led the mantra all the way back, and finally fell to the ground.

The rest of the curse spirits and reformers were treated similarly, and it was too troublesome to solve one by one, so ten of them turned into bows and shot arrows into the sky.

The golden rain fell on each of the curse spirits and reformers, but the silver-haired boy standing in the center leaned forward urgently to avoid the fist coming from behind.

The people leaned and opened the distance, and Shizhi stared at the person standing behind him in his original position.

——Completely...without a voice.

This is a rather strange feature, except for dead objects and utensils that do not have the ability to think, few people can clear their hearts so cleanly.

Especially in combat, it's even harder to do that.

——And he looks similar to Fu Heihui.

The grown man standing there blankly had a familiar face, almost the same as his first-year black-haired junior with enlarged outline, more crazy, and more ruffian.

"Fuhei..." Tenzhi opened his mouth tentatively, and Shizhi recalled the surname.

The result is no response.

The man who still didn't move made Juzhi frowned. He put his hands behind his back and quietly slipped down his palms to hold the handle of the knife.

The next second the man moved.

The man with the face of "Fu Hei Hui" appeared behind Shi Zhi at a speed that the naked eye could not catch, and the impact of his fist happened to be the blade of the sword he was holding.

The huge impact made him fly out, the sudden blow made people a little confused, but I don't know why the man didn't continue to attack.

Shi Zhi turned over in mid-air, drew his bow and shot an arrow, and the man sidestepped to avoid it.

——It's very relaxed, like a wild animal, acting entirely on instinct.

The missing arrow hit the building behind the man, blasting a flower of rubble.

Then he fell to the ground, the knife in his hand had been shattered into foam by the impact.

When Shizhi raised his head to look at the attacker, he found a normal expression on the face of the man who had just had violent eyes.

It's like changing faces in a drama, like a puppet suddenly comes to life.

"Oh... a conjurer." The man looked at himself with empty hands, shook his hands unaccustomed, twisted his neck and asked, "What time is it now?"

Shizhi narrowed his eyes, and didn't answer immediately.

The voice of "Master Fu Heihui" appeared again.

His heart was full of distaste for conjurers and indifference to his own state, more about the status quo and a little bit about... Hui.

The name Hui is very common, mostly seen in girls, but in connection with the face of the other party, Juzhi tends to be related to his junior.

The man temporarily stopped attacking because of the appearance and age of student Toeda Sora, and planned to ask a few questions.

After asking, he was ready to continue the fight. It was the first time he had seen a conjurer like Shizhikong who was full of spell power after waking up.

It is definitely necessary to fight, let him get the news clearly while he is awake.

Younger brats are always cuter than those grown-up conjurers. Speaking of which, how old is that kid in his family this year?

"Today is December 2018, 12, and the time is—" Shizhi turned his head to look at the electronic display in the distance, "it's just past 31 o'clock."

"Oh, it's been ten years." The man pinched the back of his neck, "Which school are you from? Are you from a big family with magic power but wearing hunting clothes?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether you answer or not, you are going to die anyway."

The man paused for a moment of relaxation, and the next moment he fished out a broken iron pipe from nowhere. The pipe was about half the height of a person with sharp points on both ends, and no matter where it pierced into the human body, it would cause people to suffer.

As the word "death" he pronounced with emphasis fell, the man lost consciousness again, his dark pupils staring straight at Shizhi, as if he was looking at a dead object.

--……ha.

——This man is obviously more like a dead thing.

He has no magic power.

This conclusion is not difficult to draw.

After several fights, Xia Shizhi didn't feel the slightest bit of magic power from the adult man opposite, and the pure and strong sex brought great oppression.

The braids at the back were scraped and loosened, and the scattered silver hair hung on the back of the head and on the forehead.

——To... distance yourself.

The bright golden pupils almost converged into a vertical line, ten branches hovered in the air, his eyes were not on the black-haired man who was about to rush to him, but on the other humans on the ground.

Catch the call for help and reach the side of the wisher.

He didn't care how long the life of the person who was forced to fulfill his wish was shortened. As soon as he appeared beside a passerby, Shizhi kicked him away, and the ordinary person who flew out hit the flower bed and passed out.

It's better to faint than to be eaten by the curse spirit, and someone will come to save them after a while.

Shi Zhi distanced himself from the man, and when he raised his hand, there were a few golden arrows, and the arrow feathers cut through and illuminated the sky.

But the man who was attacked just turned around and spun, the airflow driven by the iron pipe knocked the arrow away, and the not-so-strong metal also shattered.

The man moved closer to him again.

The golden iron fan condensed by the silver-haired boy collided with the black-haired man's fist, and then he raised his fist vigorously, and the opponent's fist brushed aside the tip of his nose.

Fist and kick, no one pleases.

For a while, Shizhikong was still at a disadvantage, and the killing puppet without thought was simply overwhelming him.

Xiaoxiu's wide cuffs were shaken several times, and the ten communication devices stuffed inside were spinning around, barely falling outside.

After such a toss, the mechanical pill that had entered dormancy woke up.

He had no idea what was going on because his vision was blocked and his hearing was blocked.

It's an artifact so there's no dizzy mechanical pill: "What are you doing? I'm not suggesting that you put me on your ears, I can transform this into a headphone-"

"Shut up." Shi Zhi called to stop the chatter in his sleeves, "Say one more word and I'll throw you to the opposite man who looks like Fu Heihui, has no magic power, and is so strong that he is so strong that he will be crushed. "

"... What did you say?" I don't know if it was the word in the words that touched the Jiwan. After a short silence, he asked about more characteristics of the opponent Shizhikong was fighting with.

What features do you want?The face carved out of the same mold as Fu Heihui is his biggest feature.

Too lazy to talk nonsense with Jiwan, Shizhi took out the communicator from his sleeve and hung it on his collar. Although it was still in the wrong position, the radio effect was much better.

Jijiwan thought for a long time quietly as a wallflower, and finally caught a flash of familiarity at a certain moment.

"It's the Sorcerer Killer!" Jijiwan yelled, "Heaven and Curse... the Sorcerer Killer... Zenyuan Shier!"

Shizhi, who was disturbed by the screaming cry, was almost stabbed by the "adult version of Fu Heihui"... Oh, now he should be stabbed by the people from Zenyuan Shier.

Juzhi touched the large hole in the baggy sari.

Late at night.

Throw away this annoying communicator.