Goujuan always refuses to confess

Nausea, retching, dizziness.

Knotabagi Yuhito couldn't tell what kind of mood he felt when he saw the whole flat and empty space.

He felt that he should die, he felt that he should not live in this world.

The development of things later seemed to be reasonable. On the way to find Teacher Wutiao, he ran into a real person who killed ordinary people indiscriminately, and naturally fought against this super magic spirit.

Everything is so normal...probably.

At least, if the anomaly in the sky a hundred meters away is not counted, the development of the situation is indeed within the controllable range.

The conjurer in the fight with a real person originally didn't want to be distracted, but the hole in the sky was too big, and the liquid poured from it also exuded a strange feeling that could not be ignored.

"What...is there?" This sentence was asked to the students who had just rushed to the Kyoto school not long ago.

Nishinomiya Momo, who flew all the way here on a broomstick, tried her best to recall. When she passed by, she seemed to see black and red mud all over the place, thinking it was caused by the battle of the curse spirit, so she didn't care.

"It seems that there was a battle, but there was no one there." Xi Gongmo shook his head.

If Fu Heihui, Zenyuan Maki, or the old man of the Zenyuan family stood here soberly, they would all be able to answer what kind of battle took place there.

But they had already been sent for treatment because of their previous relationship with Su Nuo, so no one could answer.

There are curse masters and curse spirits staring at you in front of you, and an unknown liquid is airborne in the distance.

"I seem to know." The only surviving copy of Jijiwan's four communicators was carried by Milun Xia. After asking about the specific location, he was silent for a while and said, "Shi Zhikong is the last to move forward." The direction is there, before he stuffed 'I' to Fu Heihui, they entered the domain of a special magic spirit."

There is no way to describe it in more detail, Jiwan only said that part of the body was destroyed and taken away by the senior Fu Heihui, and Fu Heihui left there because one is to find Gojo Satoru, and the other is because...

"Fu Heihui and the others saw something that frightened them."

As soon as Jijiwan finished speaking, more black mud spewed out of the holes not far away, as if it was going to flood the entire Inokashira Line's main entrance.

……

The pouring black mud could not restore Shizhikong's mood.

He didn't find the dog curly thorn.

Mind reading is not a panacea. Once a person loses consciousness, his brain goes blank, and the moment his voice disappears, he is lost in his perception.

Shizhi carefully screened all the people nearby, and even extended the range beyond Shibuya, but he still didn't hear the sound of the dog curling the thorn.

Knotaba Yuhito, Nagasaki Wild Rose, Pan Da... Even the people from the Kyoto school all appeared in this area, but he couldn't find his spellcaster.

——Hey, did you see... what is this...

- Man, man disappeared! ?

——My feet, my feet Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

——Did you see that a student with a trumpet ran over just now, and when he was talking, I couldn't...

——But which direction?The tall buildings there just now disappeared.

click.

The valve is opened.

The golden pupils that were still shining slightly dimmed a little bit, and Shi Zhikong spread his hands forward.

The black mud fell into his palm from the hole in the sky, and the rest fell like rain.

Shizhi vaguely felt that the vision above his head was related to himself, and he tried to mobilize his emotions to make his emotions more volatile, and the fine black mud suddenly turned into a torrential rain.

He stared intently for a while, accepted his pretentious attitude, but let the continuous "drizzle" erode the land.

The wailing of human beings sounded again, and the prayers of human beings also "sounded".

Before Shi Zhikong was about to set off for the area that was erased in the human mouth, his name was called from behind.

Looking back, a person staggered out from the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Ten branches empty." It was Jianren Qihai who spoke.

Qihai Jianren's appearance was strange, but the half of the eyeball that should have been missing reappeared in a strange shape. At this time, he was not used to this change, and overlapping images appeared in the world in front of him.

But this is not the biggest change in him.

Jianren Qihai covered the left half of his face, he was short of breath, his mood was ups and downs, and many thoughts that he had never imagined appeared in his mind.

The conjurer who survived the catastrophe walked forward along a dark road as far as he could see, and finally at the end of the black mark, he saw Shi Zhikong standing there performing some strange "begging for rain" ceremony.

The silver-haired boy stood alone in the middle of the road, fine and dense black raindrops fell from the sky, only avoiding the boy's place.

The black mud gathers in a circle with the ten branches as the center, and then radiates towards the surroundings.

The moment the silver-haired boy turned his head, Nanami Jianren seemed to see a red mark flashing across his skin.

The adult conjurer hoarsely asked, "Shizhikong, what's going on with you?"

Nanami Jianren refers to the scene in the sky.

Hearing this question, Shi Zhikong showed him a smile.

A person built in Qihai looked like a malicious smile.

"I can't find the thorn."

"So I'm in a bad mood."

Seemingly unrelated to the answer, Jianren Nanami watched as the building in the distance exploded due to the falling of a large lump of black mud, and the splashed fragments fell to the ground. He heard the burst of wailing.

Such a scene seems to be no different from when the curse spirit is raging.

But Jianren Qihai didn't feel disgusted, he just felt... the surrounding environment was a little noisy.

"So Qihai, Hai, are you going to stop me?" Using the unique title of a first-year student, the silver-haired boy repeated, "Qihai Jianren, are you going to stop me?"

—what's stopping you?

Jianren Qihai didn't keep up with Shi Zhikong's jumping train of thought. Just after he figured out that Shi Zhikong was the culprit who caused the black mud to fall, a figure rushed out from the corner of his eye.

The person who still exists in this aerial walkway is... Zenyuan Shier.

The shadow fell from the sky and slammed into the black mud accumulated on the ground. The viscous liquid did not hinder him at all. The man who had awakened rushed towards Shizhikong with a super-grade magic tool in his hand with an indomitable momentum.

With a provocative look on his face, he didn't look out of his mind.

In fact, this is indeed the case, Shi Zhikong can read the inner voice of Zenyuan Shier.

The opponent is not in the state of killing dolls.

Shizhi stretched out his hand forward, and his mind moved accordingly.

Ripe strips of black cloth flew out of the black mud and entangled Zenyuan Shier's limbs. The cloth strips were continuously broken and reassembled. In the struggle between brute force and softness, "softness" finally won.

The spell tool Youyun is only a stone's throw away from the silver-haired boy.

Shizhi hooked the corners of his lips, bent his eyes at Shier in the Zen garden, and raised his voice and called Qihai Jianren's name.

The adult conjurer who received the hint was still silent, but he still passed a few thoughts in his mind cooperatively.

Not long after, the man who only knew how to challenge the strong fell headlong into the black mud.

Shizhi was too lazy to care whether he would die a second time due to suffocation in the black mud, so he clapped his hands and turned around to leave.

As he began to move, the huge circular hole in the sky also began to change positions.

"Wait... Shizhikong!" Qihai shouted, he looked back at the purple-haired girl who was still lying on the ground, took a deep breath and made a decision.

He grabbed the purple-haired girl whose name he didn't know, and jumped down to catch up with Tokoe Sora's footsteps.

The mutation appeared suddenly again.

The pitch-black hole that they were guarding against flickered several times, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer. By the penultimate jump, it was already close enough to see how viscous the black liquid was.

And the last flash, a familiar figure stood in front of them.

"Yeah, you're all here." The visitor bent his golden eyes, and the superficial smile didn't reach his eyes, "Where's Thorn?"

"..." No one answered his question, and all the people present looked at the sky in unison.

The faces of the magicians were full of shock, while the cursers clapped their hands in surprise.

——Everything is as he expected.

"Tenzhi...Senior." Hirohito Hizumi opened and closed his mouth, and only revealed one name for a long time, "You...this...you made this?!"

"What?" The silver-haired boy blinked, and nodded slightly after listening to his heart.

"Oh? You asked about the slime." Ten palms were raised slightly, and a portion of the black mud prostrated at his feet rose up, like a predatory beast that made people frightened. "I did it, what's wrong?"

The silver-haired boy smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised.

The light and calm words made Knotabagi Yuhito hold his breath in his chest.

Tokedora-senpai suddenly became a little strange.

Knotabazu Yuhito thought intuitively.

He felt painful and blamed himself for what the two-faced Su Nuo did, and what drove him to live in this world was a few words.

- "Go and help others."

——"You will die surrounded by everyone."

The curse called love turned into shackles and imposed on him, forcing him to keep fighting, not to let his identity stay on the word "murderer".

But what about ten sticks?

Time seemed to be at a standstill, and Yuzu Yuhito said again: "I heard... a conjurer passing by said that these liquids caused an explosion and casualties. Are you, Shizhi-senpai..."

Before he finished speaking, Shi Zhikong interrupted him: "Ah yes, it seems that there is such a thing, what's wrong?"

There was no trace of remorse in the silver-haired boy's bright but muddy gilt gold.

——"Youren, be careful of your second-year senior."

——"Ten Zhikong... Losing control is more troublesome than you."

A few words of Wutiao teacher's words flashed in the mind of Katsuobu Yuhito, and he clenched his teeth tightly.

Mr. Wutiao has not been rescued from the curse master, the second person he is looking for is...Senior Goujuan!Where is Senior Goujuan?

"Yeah, where is Thorn? I'm looking for him too."

Shizhikong repeated this sentence, over and over again.

The black liquid around him changes shape back and forth, just like the silver-haired boy himself's uncertain mood.

"Oh yes, I can ask you to help me find it."

Shi Zhikong felt suddenly enlightened, and his slightly sluggish thoughts began to function after waking up.

In two or three strokes, the flaws in human hearts were drawn out with words, and Shizhikong seized this gap and realized his wish.

……what.

Three seconds later, Knotabagi Yuhito thought.

It seems like a wrong choice to let Senior Goujuan come over.

Five seconds later, Yuzu Yujin, who had figured it out, felt that he really deserved to die.

He looked at the mutilated limbs of the second-year senior, and a heart-piercing question came from his ear.

——"Spine's injury, what's going on?"