Goujuan always refuses to confess

"Also—didn't do anything."

Shi Zhikong tilted his head, his tone was innocent.

But right now his situation was a bit...subtle and ironic.

Humans did not want him, but the gods were angry because of the disordered order.

The black-haired god glanced quickly over the floating human soul, took a quick glance, and then he found something wrong and looked back.

"...Where did you get this dead man's soul???" Yato's face was tangled, "No, you are not... Hey, I heard from Ebisu and the others that you resurrected many dead..."

The resurrected souls must return to their bodies. Of course, there is always a solution after being cremated. How can there be wandering souls?

He remembered that Shi Zhikong was not a conjurer who played with souls.

Xia Youjie twisted his chin and smiled silently.

The former curse master was more observing, the boundary of the gods that he only came into contact with after death...he didn't know much about it.

Shizhi glanced at him and explained: "His body was taken by someone else, so he was supposed to be revived. He is my teacher's friend, so take it away as a bargaining chip."

Yato didn't understand what kind of chips the chips were, so he stared up and down at the wandering soul for a while.

I didn't see anything weird, and at the end the black-haired god commented, "It's not good to wander for too long, what if it melts for a while, send the person back to hell as soon as possible or give him a body."

Shizhi smiled, but didn't answer.

Of course Yatogami didn't come to find Shizhikong for the sake of human souls.

Quickly finishing the topic of Xia Youjie's soul, he returned to the warning just now.

Yato said that Hell will pull "Tian" to hunt down Shizhikong.

Whether "heaven" agrees or not is another matter, at least the hell is quite tricky.

Yato rarely dealt with hell, especially after the Heian period, hell and Takamahara were cut off, and it was not until modern times that contact was reopened.

This is the case for the former God of Misfortune who lived for an unknown number of years, let alone a human boy who is only in his teens.

Yato walked through Huangquan in the past, and Shi Zhikong had a face-to-face communication with the first assistant officer of hell.

Shizhi nodded and said yes.

"I just got rid of the pursuers of hell, and you came to me."

"Ha, I came to you out of good intentions... Wait, hell's pursuers?"

"Well, the ghost named Ghost Lantern chased and lost me."

"..." Yato fell into a long silence.

No matter how unfamiliar he was with hell, he had also heard of the No. [-] Ghost of Hell who had persuaded Izanami to dismiss him from the position of assistant officer.

Get rid of Izanami!Dissuade Izanami, who has such a cruel clone left in Huangquan!

Shizhi watched the black-haired young man's complexion change several times, all kinds of colors gathered together, and then looked him from foot to head, as if to make sure that Shizhi was missing any arms or legs.

"Ah, you survived." Yato said dryly, "What luck."

Shizhi seems to have heard the former God of Misfortune muttering such things as "Bishamon is too hard to fight", "Why did he run away", "He is indeed a mind reader, and God is no exception".

Although Shi Zhikong has now run out of the tracking range of hell ghosts and gods, this does not guarantee that the other party will not come again.

Moreover, Yato came here, on the one hand, out of good intentions. No matter what, Toko's shrine had helped him back then, and he and Toko had a good relationship.

On the other hand, it is because... God is not an absolutely just and stalwart existence.

"Will Hell do this and say, 'Heaven'?" Yato glanced at the human soul who was listening again, "Hey, did I tell you about my...just a hospital? .”

Shizhi raised his eyes, "I seem to have said so."

It was an ordinary hospital that was involved in the struggle on the other side. Do you want to say that the owner and patients in the hospital were at fault?No, the temporalization being pushed doesn't make sense.

Yato breathed out, "Then, have you thought about what to do with the people around you!"

When a god acts, it is not necessarily a god. Some people do not follow any rules and order when they act.

Ten Branches frowned.

This seems to be a bit troublesome.

It's just human beings, curses, etc., but the upper echelons of the magic world have given him a guarantee, and the safety of the curser is his last lock.

But the word of God... Are those conjurers reliable?

Shi Zhi came up with the idea of ​​going back to find the dog curling the thorn again, but he rejected the idea as soon as it came up.

The damage caused by the hell ghosts and ghost lamps is still vivid in my memory, and his return will do more harm than good.

"Yato, do you accept the commission?"

"Ah? Take it."

Two coins popped out from the silver-haired boy's fingertips, drew an arc in the air and fell into the hands of the black-haired boy.

"Then help me take a look at Ji. If you need to fight, the second coin is an additional reward." Tenzhi paused, obviously understanding Yato's temperament, "If there is no danger, you want to pay back the money to Time to give me believers, any one will do, they can't see you and remember to write notes."

"?" Seeing that Shizhi made clear arrangements for his future whereabouts, Yeto, who wanted to go back and inquire about "Tian"'s movements, frowned, "Aren't you going? Where are you going?"

The silver-haired boy who was being questioned waved his phone, and he received new information in just such a short conversation.

"Someone wants to see me."

I don't know how that person found his believer after many detours. It was a believer who lived in a remote place. In just over a day, this person was far away from Tokyo.

The curse master in Xia Youjie's shell sent him a message.

The message is an address, and a few words are added to discuss the way forward and ask for something.

The address is still within the Tokyo area, and the time is said to be as early as possible, and whoever arrives first will wait there.

Before Shizhi could reply, the second photo came one after another.

It was a human being who was almost out of human shape. The head remained motionless, but the lower body was swollen and distorted to deformity.

The four dissimilar limbs spliced ​​together, plus meat balls and lumps, can arouse people's rational disgust.

But after all, he was still alive, his face was painful and frightened, and he rolled his eyes and passed out.

The curse master seemed to be threatening him, and Shizhi also recognized that this was a magic ability belonging to a real person.

Ten sticks of empty is not a particularly good faith for believers.

Usually, they are willing to contribute and respond to their requests. The tribute is not necessary but spontaneous by those believers.

Needless to say, he seldom defends his weaknesses.

But this time... the black disc seemed to be zooming in again, Shizhi lowered his eyes and zoomed back in on the picture, took out a coin and threw it to the god next to him.

"Then trouble you, I have to leave."

"By the way, this is for you."

After making a decision, he made a move, and Shi Zhi took out a booklet and threw it over, but he didn't know which pocket of another dimension he took it out of.

Afterwards, Yato's cry was completely forgotten.

He hooked his fingers, and took away the soul of the former curse master who had been watching the show.

"? Shizhikong, wait for me! I haven't finished my sentence yet!" The god caught the booklet, grabbed his weapon and jumped out of the narrow street, onto the roof beside him, "That one on your head is What's going on, and who is Thorn—tell me!"

A dog's name and his location floated in the air, and Yato saw Shizhi Kong holding the black disc magnified several times and quickly retreating from his field of vision, scorching the ground along the way.

Shizhikong ignored the former question and only answered the latter one.

The former God of Misfortune did not catch up, and he stood on the roof holding the two coins and the booklet left by the ten sticks.

After a while, the god sighed, and put the money and the palm-sized paper book into his pocket.

Then he said to himself to the artifact of his weapon administration: "That boy Shizhikong is becoming less and less human."

"If he can't get rid of that thing over his head, isn't he—"

The location coordinates that Shizhikong said are not difficult to find. In Yato's view, those curses running around are more troublesome than monsters.

Who on earth wrote the setting that only curse tools can exorcise the curse?Can't the god's artifact! ?

Thinking so, Yato still picked up the curse tool that someone dropped there on the way and beheaded the curse spirits along the road.

When the target person was found, the other person was walking against the wall.

The light flaxen-haired boy with a mask propped his right hand on the wall, leaning most of his weight on the right half of his body.

He was wearing a clean and tidy hospital gown, covered with a feather fabric with torn corners, Yato could vaguely see the bandage wrapped around his chest from the neckline that was not buttoned to the neck.

The sleeve on the left is empty. It is not intentionally missing a sleeve, but missing a hand.

The black-haired god climbed up the outer wall and jumped in from the window.

Not far from the building he found, there was a sloping building with potholes. The middle was blasted to the width of two or three floors, and no one was there.

The spellcaster sensed that someone was approaching, and looked at the window vigilantly.

So he met a pair of sapphire blue eyes, and the curser narrowed his purple eyes, leaning his shoulders against the wall beside him, pulling down the mask with his right hand to reveal the curse marks on his cheeks, and was about to speak.

"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not a bad person! It was Shizhi and Shizhikong who asked me to come to you!" The black-haired young man shouted hastily.

Goujuu stopped his movements, his brows tightened, as if he was observing the "person" standing at the window.

"Salmon roe?"

"Yes, salmon... No! What are you talking about!"

"Dried bonito?"

"...What is dried bonito flakes? Bonito flower? No, it's just a difference in translation."

Yato scratched his hair frantically, and then he remembered something, and immediately took out the booklet given by Shizhi from his pocket, and opened it to check.

The first few pages of the brochure describe what salmon roe and dried bonito represent and what context they are used in.

Just when Yato was studying vigorously, a mobile phone was handed to him.

"Huh? Uh..." He froze for a moment, and then Yato saw the words on the phone screen.

--Who are you?Where is the void?

"Sora... oh Jueda Sora. I'm Yato, Token Sora has gone somewhere, I just talked to him, and he asked me to come and find you."

Ignoring his identity, he expressed goodwill as much as possible, and Yato also answered Goumaki's doubts.

After a few questions back and forth, Goujuan let down his vigilance little by little, maintaining the lowest level of vigilance, and he put the mask back on.

The person in front of him who didn't know the exact identity was indeed found in vain.

It's just... It's just that he also refused to say where Kong went.

The black-haired young man was still muttering to Goujuan about Shizhikong without saying a word. He had gone from telling stories to complaining about Shizhikong.

Judging from what the other party said, this person knew Sora very well.

—but he didn't know it.

The spellcaster pursed his mouth, his expression changed under the cover of the mask, and his eyes did not fluctuate.

The light flaxen-haired boy just stood there, didn't lean against the wall when he got tired, and stared at the black-haired young man at the window.

"It's okay, that guy Shizhi is very strong, but he's becoming a little less human... Cough, I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear it!"

"What's the matter with your hand? Didn't Shizhi use his ability to help you heal?...Oh, then I guess he will come back to you later, he must be busy right now."

"Goujuanji... Goujuan-jun, is it okay for me to call you that?"

After talking for a long time, the black-haired god suddenly looked out of the window in a certain direction, and called Goujuan's name without looking back.

After a while, he turned around, his blue eyes filled with seriousness.

"Tenzhi asked me to watch you or protect you, which shows how special you are to him."

"Then have you considered going... to stop him?"

"Let me put it another way, do you want to save him?"

"Before he becomes completely inhuman."