Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Did you see it?"

"……I saw."

Swallowing saliva dryly, Nitzi was able to collapse to the ground through the strength of the noctuid moth. She barely supported her body, her eyes closed slowly, and she didn't care about the cigarette butt falling to the ground.

She didn't want to think about the events of the previous few minutes at all.

So weird.

too frightening.

As far as conjurers are concerned, their lives are full of extraordinary and strange things, ranging from terrifying curses to curse spirits that can be driven, none of which can be detached from the ordinary.

Even if she is a doctor who doesn't go to the front line very much, her world is on the borderline between life and death.

She has seen too many corpses, corpses that died because of curses, and corpses that were devoured by curses.

But she... she just saw the most intense fear.

Jia Ruozi yelled a few times on the right way of the night moth before regaining his senses. The principal of Jugao told the women beside him to slow down their breathing over and over again, so as not to hold their breath because of fear.

"It's okay, Nitro, that thing has already left." Noctua Moth Zhengdao's voice was still trembling, but it was still much better than the female doctor.

The principal of Cursed High also didn't know how to evaluate the scene in front of him, and all living things except them disappeared.

The vertical strips of jet black flicker, like a faulty snowflake screen in an old TV. The moment the eyelids close together and then open, the human figure disappears and reappears.

The result is the disappearance of life. In the right way of Noctuid Moth, they are all "eaten" by the black humanoid.

After appeasing the frightened woman, the headmaster of Cursed High made sure that there were no other enemies around, and then walked to the railing next to the roof of the toll booth and looked down.

Originally, there were ordinary people with three or two kittens there.

Now, there is only a dark red bloodstain left there.

There are no bones, no clothes, just a few living people disappeared out of thin air, leaving only splashes of red to prove what happened.

Yemo Zhengdao immediately wanted to take out his phone and use the modern contact method to notify the conjurers in Shibuya Station, but when he took out the communication tool and saw the display screen, the principal couldn't help but curse out.

——Obviously the account has disappeared, why is it still there!

The location of the signal strength is marked with a cross symbol, in short, the signal here is completely blocked.

Could it be... In connection with the complete power outage here, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt as if he had caught something.

The mobile phone contact method is not available, so naturally I can only try to use magic power.

Noctua Moth Zhengdao is not good at this method, and now he hopes that the people inside will receive his warning as soon as possible.

— Hurry up, hurry up.

For some reason, the principal of the Tokyo school had a premonition that the dark figure had broken into Shibuya with a purpose.

Even though he didn't know who "it" was targeting, Noctua Masato was uneasy.

—something is about to happen.

——The occurrence of this incident will lead everything to an unknown path.

Shizhi grabbed Zenyuan Maki, feeling very impatient.

He felt that something was approaching, but it was just a feeling without a specific concept. Such vague feelings made his mind sink, and it was reflected on his face.

The dazed girl of the same grade was still thinking about the super magic spirit not far away and the "strange" man with her stuttered brain, but she didn't respond to Shizhi.

Zenyuan Maki was not easy to use, so Shizhi turned his gaze directly.

He looked at the embarrassed adult standing on the other side with an obvious scar on his left eye, and his eyes drifted away. After a while, Jianren Qihai and Shizhi met their gazes.

The silver-haired boy still had a smile on his face, but his dark golden eyes were creepy.

He asked, "Hui Yuan, who is it?"

People can think about everything when their minds are messed up. One moment Qihai Jianren was still trying to block the possibility of defeating the super curse spirit on a strange man, and the next moment his mind flashed back to his long-dead companion.

All the voices of the heart were accepted by Shizhi Kong without a single omission.

About super-level mantra spirits, about Buddhist monks, about incantation equipment, and about the past that I don’t want to recall.

Shi Zhi pressed his throbbing forehead, and urged: "How long do you want to stay here? That man named Chanyuan Shier is very tricky. Once he breaks through this area, none of you will be able to escape."

The silver-haired boy ruled out his options, and he will definitely not stay.

The old man with a beard sighed, "Sure enough, it's Shier". The machine pill over there finally gave Fu Hei the science education, and wanted Fu Hei to hand him back to Shi Zhikong.

Shizhi ignored him, and recited Qihai Jianren's name word by word.

"Qihai Jianren... hurry up... stop procrastinating!"

Irritated, completely irritable, Shi Zhikong tugged at the collar of the little sleeve, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the gums, making his mouth itchy.

Qihai Jianren was a little absent-minded when he mentioned the surname Huiyuan. Even if he raised his voice, the conjurer was still unresponsive.

In the ears are the rubbing sounds of sticks being handed over and flesh piercing, coupled with the sound of waves coming slowly, which makes people feel a little split.

——The Chanyuan even went berserk.

Seeing this scene from the corner of the eye, Shizhi simply took a step forward, grabbed Qihai Jianren by the collar and pulled him towards him.

The cold golden pupils met Jianren Qihai's eyes that were not covered by the lens, and the owner of the peach blossom eyes seemed to smile, and then Jianren Qihai heard the boy's voice and said to him: "Huihara...Xiong, he will be here tomorrow. Beside his grave—"

After the words stopped, Nanami Jianren raised his still moving hand and covered his face.

The child Shizhikong is extremely cunning and vicious.

"Don't play with the dead." Qihai Jianren's voice was full of exhaustion, "It's a dog curly thorn, right? It's fine, but Shi Zhikong, please explain how this man..."

Jianren Qihai couldn't finish his words.

The domain of super magic spirits disappeared.

It only took a few tens of seconds to fight against the super curse spirit, and the curse was completely removed. The ten pupils constricted suddenly, and the sign of being targeted came to his head again.

The silver-haired boy let go of the collar of the adult social animal, and appeared in front of the equally dazed first-year student. With the exclamation of the second-year student, he raised his leg and kicked him away.

The fragile glass window splashed out, bringing along a heavy figure.

Ten Branches of Fantasy, he has read books among human beings for more than half a year, and it is indeed somewhat influential.

The rest of the ten close ones were made in the same way. At least Zenyuan Maki and the old man with the same surname don't have to worry about being scratched by glass shards.

In the end Qihai Jianren was left, and Zenyuan Shier, who had removed the magic tool from the corpse of the super-level curse spirit, also began to walk towards them.

The speed of killing dolls is fast, and the speed of wish fulfillment is also fast.

However, none of them achieved their goals.

It was at this juncture that outsiders came.

Shizhi felt that his breathing was being choked, and the overhead light above his head, which was not very bright at all, flickered, and fell into darkness with a snap after a few rounds.

Everyone's actions were marked with a rest, even Zenyuan Shier was no exception.

The bones creaked, and the fixed eyelids were open, and it was easy to see the "creature" that appeared in front of him.

If only that was a living thing.

Shizhikong didn't know why he was able to see the appearance of "it" clearly in the dark environment, like a dark cloth trimmed with red embroidered edges, soft and silky long strips gently covering the inner objects.

There is no wind in the room, but the hanging cloth strips move without wind, wriggling in the air like tentacles.

The scarlet in the black and red is very eye-catching, and Shi Zhi's eyes were drawn to stop there.

The original clear boundary between black and red gradually blurred, and the two colors mixed together to form a dark and heavy color.

Bubbles, a few red bubbles emerged from the muddy black ball, the liquid gradually narrowed the distance between it and him, and then...

"Shizhikong!" The thunderous shout resounded in Shizhi's ears and woke him up. He felt a pain after he realized it, and he was pulled back by Jianren Qihai, "I hit you with the back of the knife, Are you stunned?! No matter how much you shout, there is no movement!"

Jianren Qihai finally took on some of the responsibilities of his predecessors, and after a short period of stagnation, pulled Shizhikong, who was standing there for no reason, away from the area where the black liquid was about to be submerged.

"I..." Shizhi opened his mouth and frowned.

Shi Zhikong felt that his state was not quite right. After this unknown "creature" appeared, his reaction speed was two beats slower for no reason.

In combat, those two shots are deadly.

Jianren Qihai pulled Shizhikong to avoid the black liquid, while Zenyuan Shier turned his spear and went straight towards the black figure.

No, they should have escaped.

After recovering his mind, the alarm bells in the ten brains rang sharply, stabbing his nerves continuously.

He could only read Qihai Jianren, and the other voices, whether it was Chanyuan Shier or the black figure, were blank.

What is "it"?Shizhikong couldn't judge.

Anyway, it's not a curse spirit, "it" has no magic power just like Zenyuan Shier, and it is replaced by another disgusting energy.

Zenyuan Shier was fighting "it", but it was obvious that the killing puppet in action was defeated when it relied on body consciousness.

Not long after, the black-haired man lost his arm, and the bystanders felt pain in his hand.

The monastery didn't even care about it, and continued to fight instinctively with the magic tool in another hand.

"Get out." Enduring the pain in his forehead, Shizhi pointed to the broken glass window behind him, "Go from here."

Qihai frowned, "Your ability?"

The silver-haired boy lowered his head slightly, pursing the corners of his lips, "No, there's a lot of interference...that creature did it, and the interference became less after the distance."

The pitch-black figure was like a signal tower emitting shielded signals, and his nerves were throbbing.

Jianren Qihai nodded with his only remaining eye open, and the two backed away in unison.

But within a few steps, a sudden change occurred.

How did the pitch-black type appear just now, and now it is blocked in front of Shizhikong and Qihai Jianren.

Again.

Shizhi looked vaguely at the entrance of the hole covered by the swelling black, and he could still vaguely hear the roar of the adult social animals.

The buzzing in the ears became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into continuous tinnitus.

Very loud and rowdy.

Zenyuan Shier seemed to be silent behind him, maybe he was defeated by this creature.

Shizhi thought belatedly—"it" seemed to be directed at him.