Goujuan always refuses to confess

Knotweed Yuren is to be fought, but he can be placed a little later.

The black disc above his head is currently within the controllable range, as long as he is careful, it should not cause any damage to the spine——

The floating soul doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement. It applauds the abilities displayed by the young students from both parties. Even though being restrained by the bondage and flying around, Xia Youjie only feels a little dizzy.

It is a bit of a novelty to experience all this in a soul state.

The two students in front of him didn't know where they didn't agree with each other just now, so they started fighting after a disagreement.

Judging from his perception, Shizhikong read something that interested him, and when he wanted to point it out here, he was stopped by Yi Guyouta and stopped.

Then, the trumpet conjured by Yota Oto seemed to arouse a certain emotion in Soreta, which directly changed the latter's goal 180 degrees.

But what about Kimoto Satoka?

The soul floating in the air squinted its eyes and touched its chin like a fox, feeling that something was wrong.

However, he didn't think too much. Apart from being dragged around during the battle of the silver-haired boy, the lack of communication between the two students also made him less likely to obtain information.

The world in the eyes of the soul is spinning again, and the field of vision is slightly fixed, and they seem to have come to a tall building.

The office buildings, business districts and other places around Tokyo have long been empty, and occasionally people who have no time to evacuate or who want to take advantage of the disaster wandering and broken streets.

Dotted on the ruins, except for the curse, most of them are corpses.

The corpses of the curse spirits will not be left behind, and the corpses of humans will be eaten away.

It has been more than ten minutes since Shizhi asked where the thorn was. Yi Guyoutai is worthy of infinite magic power, and he is very skilled in imitating other people's spells.

Not only did he see the incantations of several students in the same grade, but also some who had worked with conjurers, and even unheard of incantations.

But none of them are very difficult, within the range that Shizhi can handle.

Gou Juan's "Snake Eyes and Teeth" has never been seen again, and Yi Gu seems to see that this is his thunder point.

It was another battle, the blades rubbed against each other and separated, Shizhi let go of the weapon in his hand along with the strength, and the sword condensed by the spell flew spirally and embedded in the side wall.

A few seconds later, the golden knife disappeared into the air out of thin air.

Shizhi heard Yi Gu Youta's evaluation of him, from moody to unreasonable, most of them were negative.

Some were just obtained by the opponent in the battle, and some he heard from other people.

At the moment when Shizhi and Yi Gu got closer in the next round, he let go of the weapon again, pinched his five fingers along the boy's arm, and when he fell to the ground in a physical posture, Shizhi leaned into the other's ear and said said a word.

As if getting an electric shock, Otoku Yuta immediately got up and broke free and jumped away.

His short forehead hair half covered his face, he supported himself with a knife in one hand, and looked up at Shi Zhikong.

After a while, he showed a not-so-bright smile and said, "Sure enough, there are no secrets in front of mind readers."

Shizhi patted his sleeves, turned into a fan, unfolded the golden fan and shook it twice towards himself, dissipating the heat from the battle on his cheeks.

"No, as long as you can deceive or conceal me, you can keep the secret." Shizhi shook the fan a few more times, and finally the fan closed his chin with the cold handle, "So, can you lead the way?" ?”

"Actually, I can find it even if you don't lead the way, but it's much more convenient to have a guide."

"It saves you from having to fight all the way in, doesn't it? At least I have the name of being bewitched by the curse spirit."

Shizhi spoke half-truths and half-false facts, and it was not clear whether he would need to call in at that time, but the few stops at the door were always inevitable.

Moreover, he got some news from Jianren Qihai, and the higher-ups really wanted to meet and chat with him.

As one of the sorcerers who survived the Shibuya War, Jianto Nanami, who was supposed to belong to Gojo Satoru's faction, ran away with Shizhi Sora, and the attitude towards him was subtle.

After getting in touch, the official talked beautifully for a long time, implicitly expressing the hope that he would follow Shi Zhikong well.

Then he gave him a message, a news that his deceased classmate came back to life.

This is also the reason why Jianren Qihai left alone early in the morning.

Yi Gu Youtai looked at him for a long time, and finally he put his weapon back, and shouted "Lixiang" in an attempt to conceal it, as if there really was a curse spirit following him.

The black-haired boy turned around and left, letting Shi Zhikong follow him before leaving.

"Where's the thorn?"

"School, teacher Nitzi's place."

"Huh? I thought Thorn was going to be taken home by his family."

"Injury problem, Mr. Nitro is still treating." Speaking of this, Yi Gu paused, "Anyway, because he chopped off the arm of Goumaki-san, I will definitely kill Knotabagi Yuhito."

"Oh, is that so?" There was no response or choke, Shi Zhi's eyes met the people around him, and they both smiled at each other, "Then call me when the time comes."

Yi Guyouta didn't answer.

Sincerity and hypocrisy, at least at the moment, can't be seen on the surface.

"arrive."

Yigu Youta led Shizhikong to stop in front of a strange but somewhat familiar building, not the school's infirmary.

When Shizhi cast a suspicious look over, Yi Gu caught his gaze and replied succinctly: "The people above want to see you first."

"Oh, yes." Ping Ping replied flatly, and Shi Zhi couldn't help turning his eyes in other directions.

In the northwest corner of this mysterious and quaint building is the teaching building and infirmary of Mangao.

Shizhi walked through a long corridor, the columns on both sides were smooth and neat, and there were candlesticks in the hollow in the middle, which were all the light sources on this road.

At the end of the corridor was a carved wooden door, and he pulled it aside casually, and walked into the dark and unclear door.

There are five doors or windows standing in an empty room. There are people behind the doors, but no one can be seen from Shizhi's perspective.

When Shizhi stood still, the first thing he greeted was the interrogation, and the stern interrogation was overwhelmed, and the voice behind the door asked him why there were so many casualties in Shibuya.

As soon as the interrogation came to an end, there was a voice of persuasion from behind the other door. The red and white faces sang and sang, and quickly downplayed the very serious problem.

The disaster in Tokyo was so severe, but in the eyes of those high-level officials, the death of so many ordinary people was far less important than the embarrassment of the magic circle in front of other institutions.

"The ability ran out of control, it's as simple as that." He casually skipped his own question, and before the person behind the door wanted to continue asking, Juzhi deliberately tilted his head.

The flat disk lost its balance, and the black mucus brewing in it then slid down from the downward angle.

It dripped onto the corner of the ten-braided feathers, leaving a large burn mark, and even more dripped onto the floor.

The ground covered with layers of protective spells sizzled, and the little liquid corroded for a long time, finally leaving a light black mark on the floor.

It seems to be a deterrent, but in fact, Shizhi wants to show how uncontrollable this new energy is.

The questioning was stopped immediately, the person behind the door coughed twice, and changed the subject.

While listening to the conversation, Shizhi recalled some things.

It wasn't the first time he came to this place with several door panels, but the last time he came was back when he was just released from the room where the death row prisoners were held.

That time when Mr. Wutiao was out on business, he came here for a while.

Yes, how could he not be impressed enough to forget it.

Shizhi said again what this group of people wanted to know about Shibuya.

Anyway, these people have definitely inquired from the survivors, all he did was make up for the difference.

At the end of the question and answer, someone asked him if he could solve the curse spirit that ran out of Shibuya from Tokyo, and Jue answered yes.

"The price and the way to realize the wish, as long as they are specific enough."

A scene appeared in front of Jueda, which was similar to the disaster he caused in Shibuya but not the same place.

It was also the sky that opened a deep and wide hole, and countless evil and viscous liquids poured down, drenching the buildings below.

Immediately afterwards, there were human wailings one after another. Various negative emotions were mixed with a little desire for hope, but they were quickly submerged by the black mud.

This is the result of unclear desires.

"It must be specific." After pulling away from the illusory scene in front of him, Shizhikong added.

It took half an hour to go out from that room. Human beings talk more and more as they get older. Seeing the silver-haired boy pointing his arms more and more frequently, he finally let people go.

Before leaving, Shi Zhikong looked around the room, his eyes skipping the doors one by one in a normal way.

When he returned to the high school of conjuration, the human soul that had been muttering beside him for a long time leaned down.

Relying on the fact that other people couldn't see him, the former curse master took a good look around the place and saw the existence that surprised him.

Now the human soul smiled and squinted, and slowly said: "You have collusion with the people above."

The silver-haired boy who was walking ahead squinted at the back, "I've only met twice, so I can't talk about collusion."

The former Curser shrugged, he believed more in what he saw and felt.

Then he walked into the place where Niu Zi worked at home, and the beds inside were all full, and Shi Zhi also saw Yi Gu's figure flashing briefly.

Shizhi, who had the access certificate, was not blocked, but the bystanders were still afraid after seeing his appearance and the features on the top of his head, and dodged a little to the side.

They couldn't figure out why the higher ups didn't punish Shi Zhikong.

After going around a few times, Shizhikong found the resting house in a remote corner.

The long-haired woman had a pale complexion, and smoked a cigarette with her long and narrow fingertips, barely avoiding the resting area of ​​the injured.

Judging by the tiredness on her face, she has been busy for a long time.

Shizhi's arrival did not avoid people, Jiarui Nizi heard the footsteps and looked back, met a pair of slightly curved peach blossom eyes, and then she saw the whole picture of the boy.

She couldn't help shivering when she saw the black disc on the top of Ten Branches.

"Teacher Jiaru." Shizhi greeted him, not paying attention to the woman's reaction to him.

"Ah..." the long-haired woman stubbed out her cigarette, and casually pressed the cigarette butt on the table at hand, "It's you."

She knew the purpose of Shi Zhikong's coming to her, and gave a specific floor number and house number.

"The dog roll is there, I can't stop you anyway... Please be quiet, this place is full of injuries."

Shi Zhi nodded and left, only two steps away when Jia Ru Niu Zi called him from behind again.

"Ten Zhi...Ten Zhi Kong." The woman's words were full of hesitation and hesitation, and finally she sighed, "Goujuan's condition is not good, I can't heal him if I can't deal with the curse on him."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand and let the silver-haired boy go upstairs.

"You stay here." Shi Zhi made an operation before going upstairs, leaving Xia Youjie's soul downstairs.

The soul of the former curser and his former classmate girls are far away from each other, each occupying a corner of the room.

Xia Youjie: ...that boy Shizhikong!

Abandoning the obstructive bystanders, Shizhi found the ward by looking for the house number reported by his family.

The hustle and bustle of people is far away, and the voice of the heart is also low.

Shizhi pushed the door open, and the door opened inward.

He walked in, and saw a light flaxen-haired boy with his upper body wrapped in bandages and mantras engraved on the bed in the room.

The room was quiet, even the sound of people's breathing was very shallow.

Shizhi walked to the bed, stretched out a hand and took the right hand of the spellcaster.

The intact palm was opened by Shizhi, and his own hand was further kneaded in, interlaced with the five fingers of the spellcaster.

—He couldn't hold Thorn's hands anymore.