Goujuan always refuses to confess

It's like this again.

Shi Zhikong placed the exquisite cake in front of people for them to pick.

It would be a lie to say that he is not tempted. Goujuan has been plagued by uncontrollable curses since he was a child. He is used to using rice ball stuffing words instead of daily expressions because he is afraid of hurting people around him.

He has had such an experience, he has suffered fearful looks from others, and even if the other party said he didn't care afterwards, he still remembered it in his heart.

He took to heart what others had said and changed the way he spoke.

Shizhikong once said to him... No, the first one to make a suggestion was actually Wujo teacher.

The white-haired teacher is well-informed, he said that the solution to your problem may not necessarily be in the magic world, if you can, go out and walk more, just look at the head of the organization next door in Yokohama——

But he didn't go, in fact, it's good to control himself a little, anyway, the people around him are already used to it.

There's no need to let yourself establish too deep a connection with other forces, he is a man of high quality after all.

But now, Shi Zhikong has cleared away all the roadblocks on the other road that can be walked down, and showed him a clear road ahead.

The "renewed" silver-haired boy tilted the halo above his head. The dark circle is like a black hole that bites people, hooking people's eyeballs and dragging people in.

He said, come and make a wish to me.

Goujuan didn't answer immediately, he thought a lot in his mind, briefly lived his life before studying, then the two years in Jugao, and finally the great battle in Shibuya.

When he spoke again, Gou Juan asked: Is your body okay?

Before Shizhi could respond, the spellcaster who was leaning on the bed added another sentence: Did the newly acquired ability affect you?Empty, I always feel that you...

The raised iris-purple eyes were full of worry, Shizhi looked over subconsciously, and was overwhelmed by a thorough tenderness.

The warmth of concern poured down his head, which was completely different from the experience of being surrounded by maliciousness that Shizhi had experienced before.

Shizhi laughed, and withdrew his hand from Goujuan's body, "Why do you ask that?"

Goujuan looked at Shizhi hesitantly, his eyes moved away from the black disc above his head, and fell on Shizhi's face.

— Sora, your smile is different.

As he spoke, the curse speller stretched out his only remaining hand to touch the silver-haired boy's face, Shizhi leaned forward, and put his face into the spell speller's hands.

The palm was against the bare skin, and the warm touch was not as cold as imagined, which made Goujuan heave a sigh of relief.

The sense of distance he felt from the moment he opened his eyes almost made him think that Shi Zhikong was one step further away from others.

Physically it doesn't seem to be there at the moment, as for the psychological... remains to be seen.

"How could the smile be different? Maybe it's because I've smiled a lot to believers in the past two days, and the muscles on my face haven't turned around."

"A believer...a believer, speaking of it, is Yuzu Yuren my believer?"

Somehow the topic jumped here, Shizhi rubbed his face, and suddenly mentioned the name he had been saying for a long time.

Gou Juan didn't keep up with Shi Zhi's rhythm, and vaguely remembered that Shi Zhi had asked this question in the past.

This time he also gave a negative answer.

——Knotweed is not your believer... I wanted to ask before, why do you think so, Sora?

Why do you think so?Of course, it is because the subconscious mind just defaults to it.

Shizhi tilted his head, "Because he is my believer."

Although there is still some sense of disobedience from unknown sources, Juzhi still said so.

He said that he would not let him go because of his status as a believer of Polygonum cuspidatum, but on the other hand he began to urge Gou Juanji to make a wish to him.

"Hurry up Ji, your wish will definitely come true this time." Shi Zhi hooked his fingers, "I have to heal your wounds later, it seems too slow to wait for the teacher to enter the house, um... What do you want Ji Where's your arm?"

The question of what kind of arm you want is too strange, and the dog roll has no time to think about how various arms can be, and the loud noise from the ear grabs all his attention.

Probably because the thunder exploded in the narrow space, Gou Juan could only feel himself rising into the air, and when the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, he found himself being held in someone's arms.

He was carried away by Shizhi Kong from the bed where he was just lying on.

Looking towards the original position, the bed was broken into two pieces due to external force, and the only part that was still connected was half a sheet.

Countless fluffs were scattered in the air from the torn bedding, and on the other side of the fluff rain was a ghost with pointed horns.

Ghosts in the sense of ghosts and gods in hell, ghosts of ghosts and gods.

The ten golden pupils opened to the maximum, and finally closed slightly.

He kicked open the door behind him, found a safe place to put the spellcaster down, and after confirming that the one-handed spellcaster could stand, he took off his feathered coat and put it on the other side .

The warm clothes were hanging on his shoulders, the dog rolled its mouth, and the next second the whole body was blocked by the silver-haired boy.

"Ghost Lamp." Shizhi opened and closed his lips lightly, and called out the name of the person who came, "It's only now."

Ghost God, who had just pulled out his mace from the ground, patted his sleeves and slowly scanned the surrounding environment.

"You have brought such a lot of trouble to hell, but I managed to arrange the work, so I came up to find you."

The tone of the ghosts and gods is still somewhat familiar. If you calculate it further, Shi Zhikong is one of the few humans that he has been dealing with continuously.

The first time was because the resurrection of the dead broke the rules and order. He took his subordinates to the ground to ask for an explanation. At that time, Shi Zhikong was just a middleman. He ran away after asking for the contact information of other humans.

But Shizhikong was still on the list of key monitoring in hell because of his own particularity, and there were occasional exchanges in the follow-up.

But the ghosts and gods in hell never imagined that Ansheng, who had rejected most of the resurrection wishes for more than half a year, would play a big wave in the first two days.

Shibuya was already chaotic enough. The massacre caused by curse masters and curse spirits caused a large area of ​​human death, and Hell was already busy enough.

Who knew that Shizhikong had reversed the operation!

He resurrected the dead and fulfilled the wishes of many people.

Who doesn't have any regrets?Death is always the destination that human beings do not want to face up to.

The ghosts and gods of hell were expressionless in the face of the geometrically increasing work. With a mace, they rammed King Yan Mo to death in front of his desk. The speed of light arranged the division of labor for the subordinates, and the ghost lamp rushed to the world.

It's just that the landing point is a bit off, he didn't want to come directly to Shi Zhikong's side.

There must have been a commotion now, but it didn't matter.

No matter how great the turmoil is, can there be such a danger as Shizhikong?

The answer is of course no.

The ghosts and gods of hell held the mace on their shoulders, counting the names of people who were pulled away from hell because of the ten empty sticks.

The ghost lamps reported a long string, and only one or two of the ten were impressive.

For example, Hui Yuanxiong, Yoshino Junpei, and Xia Youjie.

The case of the last name is quite special. The soul has never been to hell but is only attached to the list of hell, but this time the influence of Shi Zhikong completely wiped the person off the list of hell.

Only one body is missing, and the soul can return to the world.

After reading the name, the ghosts and gods of hell heard the sound of footsteps coming from below. He looked at the silver-haired boy opposite and asked, "Do you know what you have done?"

Shizhi tilted his head, not fully paying attention to the ghosts and gods opposite him.

Leaving the warm and comfortable room, and the windy corridor brought Shizhi a chill, he subconsciously took another half step back.

He blocked the spellcaster even more tightly.

While wondering whether he should take off his shirt again, Shizhi nodded at the horned ghost.

He said: "You know, as far as hell is concerned, I resurrected many people and caused you a lot of trouble."

The ghosts and gods on the opposite side frowned so much that they could kill a fly, "Take back the influence you caused."

Shizhi paused for a moment and replied, "I refuse."

There is no need for any reason to be extremely willful, Shi Zhikong does not intend to restore or change the status quo.

The silver-haired boy estimated the distance between himself and the hell ghost, as well as the attention the other party put on him.

The ghosts and gods are all eyes on his figure, and they don't care that there is a wounded human being beside him.

——In other words, the target is only him.

"Does Ji want to come with me?" Shi Zhi suddenly asked, "No, forget it, follow me to fight, Ji, you are still injured."

Shizhi is not so afraid of ordinary opponents now, but he is as high as a god...he still has to deal with it carefully.

The light golden eyes swirled back and forth in front of him, and the silver-haired boy slightly bent his knees, ready to jump.

--……null?

The spellcaster anxiously pulled the haori draped over his shoulders with his right hand, his five fingers were so strong that he pulled the flower clusters on the hem of the clothes into a ball.

His body, which was still in a weak state, leaned against the wall behind him, and the cold touch made his brain twitch soberly.

Unprecedented pressure.

Even though it wasn't aimed at him, Gou Juan still felt it.

Half of his body froze and couldn't move, and Shi Zhi was much taller than him, so his vision was blocked so that he could only see a little bit of black and red.

"Really, why did you come to the door so quickly... Ji, wait for me."

- What are you waiting for?

The spellcaster was at a loss.

"Wait for me... wait for me to solve the little trouble in front of me, and then come to find Ji~"

As soon as the words fell, the air flow visible to the naked eye swelled, and the corners of the black shirt were blown up.

The moment the black disc unfolded above his head, the silver-haired boy also held a mace in his hand, as if reciprocating courtesy.

This wasn't his usual weapon. Ten sticks were dragged by the bulky mace, and then quickly adjusted their posture.

"Wait—" Goujuan shouted, but he couldn't stop Shizhikong, "【Stop】!"

The silver figure that had already jumped out didn't stop, it might be better to say that the magic power accumulated by Gou Juan couldn't stop ten sticks.

Ten Branches was smiling.

The silver-haired boy burst into a charming smile, and after a soft drink, the black mud poured down from above rushed like waves, enveloping the boy in the middle to meet the ghost in front of him.

Even the ghosts and gods of hell can't avoid the black liquid rushing past.

The ghost in black and red kimono jumped back sharply and landed on the table that was one section higher.

"You..." Ghost Lamp's voice hesitated, "Why did you get this kind of thing?"

From Ghost Lantern's point of view, Shizhikong that has been contaminated with "filth" should not stay in this world.

Even in hell, he will be sent to hell.

"Hey, which one?" Wielding the mace wobbly, Shi Zhi slammed down the blow but did not let go of any force, "Aren't you the number one ghost in hell? Are you also afraid of this?"

"There is still a clear difference between the ghost of the grudge and the filthy thing... The previous you would not choose to fight against hell!"

He was thrown off by the violent ghosts and gods with a stick, and he rolled backwards half a circle and stepped on the steps made of black mud.

The silver-haired boy raised his chin slightly, raised his eyebrows and eyes lightly.

"People change."

"I am no exception."