Goujuan always refuses to confess

Juzhikong only knows a little bit about the magician.

He only knows the name of "all the evils in this world" for the things that haunt him.

But it doesn't matter, the explainer is coming soon.

After listening for a while, Shi Zhikong chose a direction to move forward.

Seeing the silver-haired boy's attitude of not intending to explain, Qihai Jianren sighed and could only follow, holding a burden with one hand, and finally glanced back invisibly.

Seeing the soul is not a good thing, just like Jianren Qihai is so awkward now.

He didn't know what to say to the dead curse master. He didn't participate in the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts at the end of last year, he just heard about it.

——Xia Youjie is a super conjurer who went astray.

He glanced at the soul of the curser floating in the air with his arms folded. Perhaps the distance was too far. The black-haired curser was jerked and flew to where the silver-haired boy was.

This time, Jianren Qihai clearly heard a curse from the curser who was one year older than him.

Shi Zhikong seemed to feel the pull. He walked ahead and turned his head, his golden eyes squinting at the soul floating in the air.

"Do you want to go back to your believers? Sorry, I won't give you this chance." The silver-haired boy smiled.

With the soul of this curse master locked, no one knows what Shi Zhikong is planning in his mind.

Refusing to communicate with Xia Youjie, Shi Zhikong is not at all interested in the world that the curse master said, and does not want to help him get his body back.

To put it bluntly, Kamo Xianlun was too powerful and squeezed out the original owner of the body, Xia Youjie.

Originally, according to the wish of "resurrection", it should be Kamo Xianren who lost his support.

Speaking of which, who made this wish?Were there any followers of Xiayou Jieben near Shibuya Station at that time?

Looking back, Shizhi chose a direction, and they ran into a road blocker after walking for a long time.

Dafangfang... Cough, the visitor fell heavily on the ground without grace at all, stirring up a cloud of dust and fascinating people's eyes.

Shi Zhikong took half a step back, dodging the... knife that was shot at his feet?It turns out that he is not the only one who likes to shoot "arrows" with a bow?

The smoke cleared away quickly, and a girl with ponytails with her hands on her hips stood in front of a man with white hair and red clothes holding two knives.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak aggressively, "Hey, you..."

"Tohsaka, get out of the way, ah, ah, ah—"

Shizhikong took another two steps back without changing his face, almost stepping on Nanami Jianren's foot behind him.

The moment he opened the distance, another group of figures lumbered in front of his eyes.

After the figure showed a specific outline, Juzhi raised his eyebrows, "It's... a surprising appearance, Shirou Emiya, did you prepare carefully?"

"...No." The orange-red-haired boy shyly buried his face in his palm, showing only one ripe ear. Emiya Shirou almost gave up the treatment, "Artoria said it would be more convenient to bring me here..."

Emiya Shirou's voice was very soft, easily covered by the laughter behind him.

"Pfft... no, no, Emiya, you... puff hahaha."

The serious and tense atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and the interrupted conversation was not ready to resume until Emiya Shirou was put down by the blonde woman who was holding him by the princess.

Emiya Shirou looked at the top of the silver-haired boy's head again and again, he hesitated to speak, "Sora, the one on your head is..."

Shizhi tilted his head, and the black ring on top of his head also tilted slightly.

When looking at it from a distance, Emiya Shirou only thought that the silver-haired boy had a halo on his head, like a holy angel.

But when he got closer, he could see the whole ring clearly, it was not bright gold but dark black, and there were a few wisps of dripping liquid hanging on the edge of the ring.

...And the circle was closed, and the dark black subconsciously made the Heroic Spirit hold the weapon.

Looking further back, the silver-haired boy came with a long tail on the road, and the black stains meandered all the way, intermittently.

It will be intermittent because the social animal conjurers are working hard to sweep the tail, otherwise, according to Shi Zhikong's behavior and method of leaving seals all the way, they would have been caught up long ago.

People grow lotuses every step of the way, and the ten branches are empty, leaving mud on the soles of their feet.

Still black mud remained.

The ten empty fingers hooked upwards, as if they were going to penetrate into the ring, and they were about to touch the black ring in front of a deflection, and they were able to rest on the edge of the ring, hooking the sticky black liquid.

The liquid with a strong point flowed down the pale fingers, and the two non-human beings on the opposite side saw this scene, and once again clenched the weapons in their hands.

After the usual tangled address, Shi Zhikong asked, "Are you here to hunt me down?"

The girl with two ponytails was about to nod, but Emiya Shirou interrupted first.

"No." The orange-red-haired boy shook his head, with reverence in his eyes, "I'm worried about you."

Emiya Shirou mentioned several names in succession, all of them were believers whom Toke had been in contact with frequently. After the evacuation order was issued not long ago, they did not reconnect until a few minutes ago.

Emiya Shiro: "Are you injured, Sora? When I heard the old man's plan from the Matou family, I was so scared that my heart jumped out."

The girl with twin ponytails looked like she had seen a ghost, watching in horror at the usually gentle and healthy boy, as if he had been bewitched, and greeted the person they should be chasing after.

She had already known what religion this schoolmate believed in.

Doesn't it mean that she knows that the other party is so religious? ?

The face of the white-haired young man beside her was also a little distorted, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, he didn't want to admit that this was himself in the parallel world, he wasn't so stupid...Huh?

Sensing the sight of him, the red heroic spirit raised his eyes and met the golden eyes of the silver-haired boy with a smile.

In an instant, the cold feeling of being seen through swept his back, and the red hero couldn't help but transform into Mo Xie.

He remembered what he said in this world... the old man of the Matou family also said that the innate mind-reading ability of this young man named Soeda Sora was tailor-made to fulfill his wishes.

One plus one produces an effect greater than two.

In addition, the evil in this world is already—no, you can’t think about it.

Tokoe Sora hooked the corners of his lips casually, not paying attention to the hostility he read, even though the non-human who had a great relationship with Emiya Shirou on the opposite side was about to throw his weapon out.

"Wait, Emiya, we agreed!"

"It's not Tohsaka. We agreed to get rid of the old man of Matou's family. We didn't say we would attack Sora."

While talking, the orange-red-haired boy stopped in front of Shi Zhikong, and the blond girl he brought was the same, even if he was puzzled, he stood with his master.

The previous four-on-two turned into two-on-four, and the girl with ponytails was so anxious that she slapped the other person's face with her fingers.

"Shiro Emiya, have you thought it through? Then our allies have to—"

"Rin Tohsaka? That's what it's called." Shizhi interrupted the girl, "Did you make a mistake?"

Shi Zhikong turned his body sideways, motioning the girl in front to look back, and the other girl froze when she saw another purple-haired girl held on her shoulder by Jianren Nanami.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Shizhi laughed out loud, looking like a villain.

"So, no matter how you look at it, the initiative is on my side, right?"

After saying that, Jue stopped looking at the girl's frozen face, and turned to Emiya Shirou.

His gaze flitted over the mark on the back of his hand and the face of the foreign heroic spirit.

"Weimiya, follow me to a safe place and explain what's on your mind."

"Matou, Holy Grail, and that guy named Angola Mainyu."

A few hours ago, Shi Zhikong and his party had a string of tails attached to their buttocks.

The "mud" every step of the way made his whereabouts seem translucent. After "merging" with the combination of the master and the servants who ran out of Fuyuki, Jueda then ordered the people to wipe him completely.

He was not looking for a conjurer or a strange heroic spirit. The one who worked hard was Shirou Emiya, a half-wizard magician who pretended to be a believer.

The orange-red-haired boy scratched his head but accepted this troublesome task without hesitation. His decisive attitude made the blond-haired girl beside him look at his master a few more times.

Fortunately, Emiya Shirou's servant is the knight king named Artoria. Although she didn't approve of it, she still followed to clean up the pursuers.

Kento Nanami: ...Wait a minute, Arturia?King Arthur? ? ?

The adult conjurer fell into doubts about the authenticity of the historical records in his own impression.

This suspicion lasted until they found a place to stay. When they looked up and saw the magnificent building, Qihai Jianren silently said "labor is shit".

Is it amazing to be rich?It is indeed remarkable.

"No chasing soldiers? Very good." Knocking on the black ring on the top of his forehead, Shizhi didn't care that he had polluted the ground of Believer's office building in a mess, "Find a conference room, and don't touch the black liquid on the ground."

I only know that a big incident happened in Tokyo, but I don't know that half of the culprits of the big incident are my own beliefs, and they came overnight to "off work" the security of the building. The believer responded and said hello.

Jianren Qihai: "When did you contact me?"

Shi Zhikong: "Huh? When I was taking the small cake, I found a nearby believer who could help."

Just tapping the believer's fingertips, the silver-haired boy fulfilled the other party's innocuous little wish.

After letting go of his hand, the believer ran away with flimsy steps and flushed face, while Shi Zhikong stared at his fingers thoughtfully.

——It was not his illusion.

——There is one more channel through which the price can be paid.

Rubbing lightly with fingertips, Shi Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Before, he felt strange, what did he pay for such a large-scale ability to go berserk.

Although his abilities usually pay the price from the wisher himself, more or less his spell power will act as an intermediary bridge to save a little bit.

One or two wishers can't detect it, but if it's an extremely wide-ranging ability to go berserk, it doesn't make sense that his spell power is still abundant.

After several experiments, he seemed to understand something.

He has an extra energy system.

But because he doesn't have the aptitude for magic, the extra energy can only be used simply.

For example, the ability to pay for oneself as a price.

After reaching such a conclusion, Shi Zhikong was still a little novel, he turned a corner on the way to the conference room, and wanted to find someone to try again.

Shizhi Kong asked Emiya Shirou to keep an eye on the girl who came with him, but he didn't know that his words almost caused the two waves of masters and followers to fight again.

Ordinary human believers were not found, and Shi Zhikong bumped into Jianren Qihai who came to find him.

The blond man who walked hurriedly held a mobile phone in his hand, which was the one that Shi Zhikong threw to him just now.

Jianren Qihai wanted to use his mobile phone to contact someone, so for the time being, Jianren Qihai was classified as one of his own people and threw the phone away.

This really saves the effort of finding someone to borrow a contact tool.

But Qihai Jianren is not a believer in Shizhikong.

The conjurer who had just hung up the phone number he had memorized did not have time to lament that the situation in the conjuration world that had lost Gojo Sato had undergone earth-shaking changes.

He was shocked by the news he received on the communication software. The adult conjurer swore that he didn't peek on purpose, but the picture jumped out by itself.

It was a photo taken of a spellcaster who was injured and being treated.

This was nothing at all, but when the adult spellcaster switched his mobile phone software, he glanced at it, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

...Why, why would Juzhisora—

Almost running to find the figure of the silver-haired boy, the blond man's breath was unsteady, and the moment he bumped into him, he showed the phone screen to him.

The silver-haired boy's golden eyes lit up, and he obviously became emotional when he saw someone he cared about.

On the contrary, Jianren Nanami's sinking heart.

The adult gritted his teeth and asked, "Why do you have contact with the higher-ups?"

The silver-haired boy, who was watching the comatose posture of the light linen-haired spellcaster from all directions, was still thinking about how to securely connect someone's arm.

Suddenly being asked this sentence, Shi Zhikong glanced at the note of the sender.

After a while, he drew a smile: "Guess?"