Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Dog roll! Dog roll are you here!"

Yi Dizhi, who also lived in the lower floors of the treatment ground, came out with a cane. He watched the large-scale collapse of the upper floors, and shouted without giving much hope.

Although he didn't hurt his legs, his weak constitution made the assistant supervisor still need external force to move forward smoothly.

He walked up two floors along the crumbling stairs, and he heard from the housekeeper that the only occupant of the upper floors was the dog curly spines.

This is by design.

The higher-ups knew that Shi Zhikong would definitely come to find the dog Juanji, but they didn't expect him to come here not long after.

The upper and lower floors are vacated to avoid the current situation.

As for the lives of the descendants of the Goujuan family?This is not within the scope of high-level consideration.

If the dog is alive, then they will protect the people according to the previous attitude.

If the dog curly thorn died, it would be Shi Zhikong's laissez-faire death, so naturally they don't need to take any responsibility.

Yidizhi struggled to move away the cement fragments on the ground, and carefully walked around the black quagmire accumulated on the ground. The collapsed room caused him a lot of obstacles.

There was a loud noise from upstairs about ten minutes ago, which startled the wounded and the healers downstairs.

Then there was the movement of fighting. After the oppressive force of the fighting was gone, Yidizhi took the initiative to take over the task of inspection and walked up.

This walk made him tremble with fear.

Should it be said that it is ten branches empty?Everywhere you go is mess.

After climbing another flight of stairs, we reached the floor where the dog curly thorn is located. Here is a water curtain hole made of black mucus. From time to time, a few drops of black mud will fall from the sky.

Yi Dizhi shivered and opened a special umbrella, listening to the sound of the umbrella surface being corroded continuously, shuttled through the building with four walls leaking air.

After looking for two rooms that were destroyed with only the door panels left, Yi Dizhi found the person he was looking for after a while.

The dog curly thorn sits surrounded by pieces of golden light. If you look carefully, the light golden barrier is the spell power of others.

The thick barrier was constantly being corroded by the black mud on the ground, and there were endless crackling sounds, as if he heard someone approaching footsteps, and the light flaxen-haired boy buried his head between his knees raised his head.

"Dog Roll!"

"……kelp."

The spellcaster's face was flushed, and his misty purple eyes looked at the source of the sound in confusion. After realizing that it was someone he knew, he stood up staggeringly.

After he stood up, the fragile barrier shattered, and the remaining spell power turned into air currents, pushing the black mud accumulated on the ground far away.

Yi Dizhi quickly took advantage of the gap and walked over, he asked Goujuan what happened here.

As soon as the question was uttered, Yidizhi wanted to take the question back.

——Can you expect a spellcaster who usually only speaks rice ball vocabulary to tell a complete story?

Sure enough, the boy with light flaxen hair pulled the haori cloth on his shoulders, and dryly squeezed out the words "tuna mayonnaise".

Comparing with the Goujuan language guide written by Shi Zhikong, Yi Dizhi realizes that this means that something important has happened.

The damaged and collapsed floor is not a place to talk. Yidizhi worked hard to help the second-grade students out of the range of the dangerous building. It was almost like two people who couldn't walk very much supported each other.

When he stopped, Gou Juan, whose blush had faded, reached out to the assistant supervisor.

Yi Dizhi: "What?"

Gou Juan: "[Give me the phone]."

The unsuspecting adult man was ordered to face upright. He dropped his crutches, twisted his hands, reached into his coat pocket and took out his cell phone.

The boy with light flaxen hair took it, but he encountered difficulties when using it. The typing speed with one hand was extremely slow, but he couldn't voice input.

The dog pursed its lips, lowered its head, blinked its purple eyes twice, and still slowly entered what it wanted to say on the screen.

Gou Juan said that they met ghosts and gods from hell.

The gods of hell came to him because Shizhikong disrupted the order of life and death, and wanted Shizhi to attribute the deviated trajectory to the original place, but he refused.

After that, the battle between one person and one god broke out.

The details of the battle are not described in Goujuan. Anyway, it is a hearty close combat. If there is anything special, it is the black mud sea.

Shi Zhikong told the dog not to touch the spine.

The black mud also avoided him completely as if consciously, or in other words, being manipulated by someone.

And then... a kiss.

A kiss without any erotic meaning, not even an ambiguous color, being approached or even immersed in the gaze of those honey-like peach blossom eyes, Gou Juan trembled all over.

He tasted the desire to "eat".

He felt the strong negative emotions on the silver-haired boy.

Not all of them came from the silver-haired boy himself, but the cold malice lingered on him just like that.

Just like a kiss came on a whim, Shi Zhikong retreated without warning.

The ghosts of hell were still staring at him behind him, the silver-haired boy just turned his back to give the opponent all the space, facing the dog roll, and tapped his lower lip with his fingertips.

The ghosts of hell raised their weapons behind his back.

And Goujuan saw Shizhi evoked a smile.

The young man only raised the corners of his lips slightly, but in the shadow cast by the silver-haired boy, he caught a glimpse of the bloody mouth like a girl with a slit.

Something is really wrong, and Shi Zhikong's whole person is wrong.

What the hell happened in Shibuya...

"Spine, make a wish to me."

The silver-haired boy's golden eyes were bright, and he stretched out his hand towards the position where the dog roll was.

--ah……?What wish again?Didn't I say I'm not in a hurry, Sora, your current appearance is really a bit...

"No, to be precise, make a wish for me." Shizhi bent his eyes, "Fighting the gods is exhausting, so... Thorn wish me good luck~"

……

Yidi Zhijie yelled several times before Gou Juanji came back to his senses.

After muttering an apology silently, Goujuan explained the outcome of the battle with difficulty—Shi Zhikong evacuated the area, and the ghosts and gods chasing Shi Zhikong followed.

——"It's almost like this, these muddy spaces say don't touch them, as for the **** of hell... probably won't come back."

As long as Shizhikong does not come back, the ghost will not come back.

—— "Others, in the end, I just said that I lost the trumpet engraved with my family's seal that I gave him before, and asked me to give him another one later."

Yidizhi digested the facts told by Goujuan little by little, and after confirming that the spellcaster had nothing else to tell, he joined people again and continued to walk downstairs.

"...As long as you are fine, there is no one on the upper and lower floors, except for the person at the bottom who was a little bit bruised... Yi Gu left an hour ago, and he took the task above..."

Yidizhi stopped in the middle of speaking, and he suddenly felt that this matter should not be known to Gou Juanji.

"Kelp?" Gou Juan looked over strangely.

The assistant supervisor shook his head, and changed the subject, "Did Shizhi say... Did he say he was going to find Yuzu Yuhito?"

"Salmon roe."

"Is that so..."

For some reason, although he didn't ask further, Yidizhi had a premonition that Shizhikong and Yiguyouta had the same purpose.

——Ten branches are empty.

"Ah."

"Have a cold? Can a 'false' god like you get sick too?"

The voice of the human soul is full of novelty, and he jumped up and down several times referring to Shi Zhikong, climbing all the way to the false god.

"Thanks for fighting against such a difficult enemy, you still remembered to bring me out again. I thought you were going to leave me staring at Nitro."

The silver-haired boy who had been teased rubbed the tip of his nose, "Someone is thinking of me."

The human soul rubbed its chin, "The descendant of the spellcaster? The kid with the hedgehog head? I heard people around you say such a thing. You have a good relationship with him."

Shizhi ignored the ridicule in Xia Youjie's words, looked up at the sky covered by dark clouds, and stabbed to death the curse who rushed towards him recklessly.

Turning sideways to avoid the splashing blood, the dagger on Curse Spirit's body left his hand, and disappeared together with Curse Spirit.

It's been half an hour since Shizhi lost the ghost of hell who was chasing him. He is familiar with the streets of Tokyo. Anyway, he just needs to listen to his heart and run in the opposite direction.

After stopping, Shizhi frowned, the appearance of hell ghosts obviously exceeded his expectations.

——Is the order below so chaotic that the number one ghost in hell needs to come to him for an explanation?

However, the anger and complaints in Shenming's heart did not seem to be fake, given him a chance, he would probably really force Shizhi to restore order.

Of course, this is just one possibility.

Shi Zhi's ears echoed the thoughts of the former curser. This human being with only his soul had nothing to do. He asked what happened upstairs in front of him.

"You don't tell me what the hell god did, you can tell me why you want to keep my soul—"

"Take you against Teacher Wutiao."

"……Aha?"

"I said, how about using you to threaten Gojo Satoru then?"

The golden eyes of the silver-haired boy turned around were shining, Xia Youjie looked over, but couldn't tell whether Shi Zhikong was telling the truth or a lie.

All his emotions are hidden under the mask of a shallow smile.

Xia Youjie: "I thought you were Wu's student."

Shi Zhikong: "Yes, I am his student."

Xia Youjie: "Although you have deals with those guys, I thought you were still biased toward Wu. I'm not sure now."

The students taught by Enlightenment, even the "996 Social Animal" Yigu Youta, who was so gloomy that he looked like he had been working overtime for a whole year, still had the shadow of Enlightenment engraved in his bones.

But Shizhikong is not the same.

The silver-haired boy squinted his eyes and tilted his head, nodded his chin twice, signaling his teacher's best friend to continue.

The former curse master looked Shizhi from head to toe, "You are currently a swinging balance."

Leaning left and right, it seems that adding a piece of weight can make him completely fall to the other side.

Conversely, removing a weight allows it to fall back.

Xia Youjie asked him if his guess was right, but Shi Zhikong didn't answer, but looked behind him.

There seemed to be no one in the dark shadows, but Shi Zhi turned to the empty corner with a knife, and when he was about to strike with a sword, a familiar male voice called out.

"Wait—Shi Zhikong! Wait a minute, it's me!"

Like a thief, the young man with black hair and blue eyes got out from the corner.

He made a "shh" gesture with his fingers upright, glanced hurriedly at Xia Youjie who was floating in the air, and looked around nervously.

There is no curse or other existence outside for the time being, the young man withdrew his head and let go of the hand that was holding the weapon at his waist.

Then he looked at Shi Zhi, and grabbed Shi Zhi's shoulders with both hands.

"What the hell did you do in Tokyo!! And what is this thing on top of your head?? Grass... a filthy smell, did you go to Huangquan to find Izanami?"

Seeing that Shizhi's brows were raised a little and his face was turning black, Yato immediately became serious.

"The God of Hell sent a request for cooperation to Gao Tianyuan. 'Heaven' hasn't responded yet, but I heard it was aimed at you."

"So... Shizhikong, what have you done?!"