Goujuan always refuses to confess

Shizhikong knew little about the grievances and hatreds of the entire magic circle.

You can ask him who are the three masters of conjurers, and he knows all the common sense that will be taught in culture and general studies, as long as Shi Zhikong has not skipped class.

He originally came to this circle as a monk halfway, and there are not many believers who occupy high positions among conjurers.

But if you ask him about the Japanese mafia and the Italian mafia, Shizhi might be able to get a sentence or two of information from the believer, which is absolutely impossible in the world of magic.

Not to mention characters like Zenyuan Shier who go back ten years.

Even Jiwan only collected data because of the identity of Fang Tian and Shu Jie, and the reaction time was extremely long, and it didn't know how long it had been since he called the opponent's name.

Shizhi: "What Chanyuan Shier? Is this someone from the Zenyuan family?"

Jijiwan: "Yes? I don't know much about him, because the information I can find is too early, and he died many years ago——"

"Okay." The barrier condensed by the mantra was shattered layer by layer on the opposite side, and Shizhi said with a cold face, "Mechanical pill, what information do you have, tell me early, or I will throw you out."

"...But even if you ask me that, I will..."

Jiwan racked his brains to say some news that was not very helpful. For example, this person's surname is Zenyuan, so he is a member of the Zenyuan family. He has no magic power due to heaven and curses, and his physique has been strengthened to the extreme instead.

After half listening, Shizhi pressed the mechanical pill back.

His intelligence is the same as not saying it.

Moreover, he could not escape the chasing and killing of Zenyuan Shier.

The puppet who only knows that killing has no thoughts, he just attacks and attacks blindly, even if he is injured, he does not stop his movements, which makes Shizhikong, who is fighting alone, gradually exhausted.

What Shizhikong is good at is not a one-on-one duel, especially with such an absolute fighter.

What he is good at is to use the hearts of others to create the effect that one plus one is greater than two in the center of crowd gathering.

"Jijiwan, are you sure he died long ago?"

"Yes, death couldn't be more thorough."

Strange, who is that person in front of him?

Shizhikong was chased by Zenyuan Shier and retreated all the way, and he retreated to the main street of Shibuya Station on the Inokashira Line in a short time.

Zenyuan Shier still hadn't recovered his sanity. After knocking down several billboards and raising countless smoke and dust, two figures rushed into the entrance of the subway station one after the other.

Jiji Wan: "According to my induction, Yuren Knotabagi seemed to have met the dog Curly Thorn you were looking for earlier, you are now very close but there is still some distance—"

Shi Zhikong: "Shut up! I can hear you!"

The distance is getting closer, or the irrelevant passers-by are almost evacuated, and the voices of the three or two kittens outside the subway station can naturally be heard clearly.

Shi Zhikong heard the dog Juanji evacuate the crowd not far away from him.

But he couldn't bring this tricky thing in front of Gou Juan.

Ten branches flicked the drooping forehead hair, tapped the ground with the toes, and pressed down with the fingertips of the other hand.

Several long and sharp arrows fell vertically from the command of the bowstring, and at this stage he was no longer constrained by the process of archery.

It is true that the bow and arrows fired by him are more destructive, but fighting against such a fast-paced opponent, it is more important to seize the opportunity.

The steps going downstairs were completely crushed, shallow stepping on the wet floor left a string of footprints, Shi Zhi leaned against the ticket vending machine behind him, and then tilted his head slightly.

The reinforced concrete grazed his ears and pierced through the machine behind him, and the stabbing and jumping current exposed blue and white arcs.

The silver-haired boy stabbed the man in front of him without hesitation, and the blood immediately flowed out, soaking his right hand. Just when Shizhi wanted to pull away, Chanyuan Shier grabbed his arm.

The young man's slender wrist was jerked and thrown upwards with an irresistible force.

Juzhi Sora, who was clamped by the shoulders in an upside-down position, then fell down, and the moment his back touched the ground, pain hit him.

When the pupils constricted, Shizhi saw an ink-colored swirl opening directly above them, revealing a strange scene.

Not only did he see that opening, he also heard the voices of several other people.

The human beings who didn't exist here suddenly exposed their existence, and their voices can naturally be heard.

There are probably Fu Heihui, Zenyuan Maki, Nanami Jianren and... there are two other existences he doesn't know.

Before Shizhi finished thinking about what happened, Chanyuan Shier grabbed his collar and rushed towards the center of the black vortex without thinking.

"Hello, wait, cough, cough, cough!"

The collar strangled his neck, Shizhi broke free from Zenyuan Shier's shackles as soon as he passed through the narrow opening, and coughed a few times while covering his throat.

He was stepping on soft sand, and he didn't know what kind of entrance he had just passed through, so that people came to an independent space.

In other words, this is the domain of the individual.

"...Senior Shizhi?"

Fu Heihui had the same question as the principal of the school, wondering why the senior, who had taken three days off, would appear in the realm of the super magic spirit wearing a hunting suit.

And—"Who's that?"

Zenyuan Shier's face looks very similar to Fu Heihui's, but anyone with a little brain can figure out that there is a connection between the two.

But Qihaijian didn't know each other, and the remaining two students didn't know each other. Only the remaining old man thought about it.

At this juncture, most people's minds were allocated to the tense battle against the super magic spirit, and Caton's thoughts could not be cleared until he was blown away by the Zen Academy.

Attracted by the special magic spirit, the killing puppet reluctantly changed opponents. He grabbed Zenyuan Maki's weapon and rushed to fight.

One of the two who broke into the field was unable to communicate, and everyone's eyes fell on the silver-haired boy with cloudy eyes.

Shi Zhikong pursed his lips with a sullen face, and still kept his hands on his neck, "You guys, what are you looking at?"

No one answered him, but Mechawan's communicator creaked to show its presence.

Jijiwan: "I feel that this place has been cut off from the outside world. What happened?"

Fu Heihui: "...is the domain of super-level curse spirits, wait a minute, aren't you!?"

Shizhi directly grabbed the communicator from the collar and threw it into Fu Heihui's arms, who caught it in a hurry.

Instead of listening to Jijimaru shouting his name loudly, Shizhi stepped in front of Zenyuan Maki in a few steps.

Zenyuan Maki, who had been robbed of his weapon, stared dumbfounded at the super-class magic tool being danced vigorously by others, and it exerted twice the effect than in his own hands.

"Make a wish." Shizhi said suddenly.

"What?" The green-haired girl didn't follow Shizhi's train of thought.

"I said, send me away from here and send me to the thorn side." Shizhi's tone gradually became impatient after Li Zenyuan Shi'er's suppression, "Or do you want to kill this super magic spirit? Or send five Wu is freed from imprisonment?"

"Cure? Erase? As long as you can afford the price, any wish can come true."

The silver-haired boy's tone was extremely cold.

"Hurry up and put an end to the battle here."

"Zenyuan Maki... No, any of you can do it."

On the No. 3 Shibuya Line of the Metropolitan Expressway, outside the Shibuya Tollgate, a woman held a cigarette between her fingertips and leaned lazily on the railing in front of her.

"Principal, here is your curse skeleton, it's fine for me to keep it alone."

Jia Ruozi, who hadn't smoked for a long time, stuffed the cigarette case back into her clothes pocket, took a puff of cigarette with blurred eyes, and then lowered her head to look at the people around her.

"So principal, do you want to help inside?"

Of course, the woman's casual suggestion was rejected. As a valuable medical resource, the principal of Cursed High would not let her here alone.

If the healing point is exposed, then the enemy will come over and assassinate the family immediately.

The female doctor said "No", but she didn't encourage the teacher who was a student around her to leave here.

There were several people lying in the temporary tent behind her, all of whom were rescued from the scene in Shibuya. After being treated by her inversion technique, there were no life-threatening injuries.

Jia Ruozi looked at the empty street in front of her in a daze, and took a deep breath of the cigarette. The strong smell of smoke paralyzed her nerves.

"Principal, do you think that fellow Wu will..."

"They will definitely rescue him." Noctua Zhengdao interrupted Glass, "If it can't be done..."

No one answered the following words. If it fails, it will be a terrible future waiting for the magic world.

The two were silent for a while, and Ye Mo Zhengdao took the lead to break the uneasy atmosphere, "Let's have some fun, remember Wu when he—"

As soon as the words of jokingly teasing Wujo Enlightenment's second period had just started, the light behind Ye Mo Zhengdao suddenly flickered.

"Huh?" Both of them looked up, but they didn't feel the breath of the curse, they just thought it was the unstable current.

Night Moth resumed the topic of Zhengdao, he talked about the impressive things about Nitzi's class when he was still a teacher, and asked Niatzi if he remembered after a few words.

The conversation between the two continued as usual, and the lights behind them flashed twice again.

"What's going on?" Noctua Zhengdao frowned, wanting to check the power facilities.

"Huh? It's okay, and there is no magic spirit, maybe the wires just pulled are not good." Nitzi waved his hand, signaling Principal Ye Moth to come back, "Didn't you say you want to protect me? Just stand here. "

Principal Ye Moth thought for a while, and walked back after walking not far away.

The moment he stood still, the power at the Shibuya toll booth was completely cut off.

At the same time, Noctua Zhengdao threw his arms around the waist of Jia Ruozi and jumped back, stepping on the top of the tent of the treatment facility with one corner.

The headmaster of the Tokyo school saw it. He saw a vertical bar-shaped black creature standing where they were before, just standing there alone.

The surrounding lights all disappeared, as if the power was cut off in this area, except for the moonlight, there was no lighting.

But this is nothing to conjurers, they have other means to provide light.

Night Moth Zhengdao released his curse skeleton, but in the blink of an eye, the dark human figure disappeared.

...Where did you go? !

The magician looked around nervously, but he couldn't catch the whereabouts of the creature, he could only feel the magic spirits used to guard them disappear one by one.

It's like... being swallowed out of thin air.

"Principal..." Nitro's voice trembled, "Get out of here!"

The broken female voice echoed in the silent night sky, and the night moth Zhengdao and the rest of the magic spirit rescued the wounded.

——Wow.

It seemed that there was a sound echoing in my ears, and when I looked up again, half of the medical tent I had built was missing for no reason, as if it had been dug out from the middle.

In an instant, cold sweat rolled down his back.

It seems that some creature beyond their recognition has come to Shibuya.

Not a curse, not a wraith.

Yes—an extremely terrifying existence.