Goujuan always refuses to confess

To Shizhikong, the term "parents" is far away.

The visit to Goujuan's house was not on a whim. Judging from Shizhi's request for believers to collect information, he had planned it long ago.

Contrary to Juzhi's imagination, the Inumaki family, a family of spellcasters, does not have a solemn residence like a Zen monastery or the Gojo family. As far as Ji's parents are concerned, they both have a small single-family house outside.

Ji's parents are ordinary people.

Not a conjurer, not a conjurer.

The parents were a little surprised by the appearance of Shizhi, but apparently Goujuan had mentioned Shizhi to his parents, and after reporting their names, the couple welcomed Shizhi in.

Goujuan and his wife are very happy that their son can make new friends at school.

Strictly speaking, Shizhi does not belong to the normal process of visiting a classmate's house as a guest, and there are no direct visits beyond the classmate himself.

But Goujuan and his wife didn't care too much. After putting the person in, they served refreshments, and chatted with each other sentence by sentence.

Most likely it was Goujuan's father who was asking, and Shizhi was there to answer.

He can answer all the trifles of campus life, and he stayed with Toumaki for a long time before the Shibuya incident.

What Goujuu noticed, what Goujuu didn't notice, Shizhi knew.

It's just that the lack of mind-reading ability makes Shizhi unable to tell whether this is the real thought of the two parents, and can only observe through the details of facial expressions.

It's been like this for a while.

"Zhi often talks about you. Shizhi-kun just joined the mantra at the beginning of this year, right? It's great that Ji can make friends like you." The middle-aged woman smiled gently, "I also heard that Jizhi said about Shizhi. Jun's ability, someone can understand Ji, this is..."

The woman can understand what the other party wants to express without finishing Shizhi's words. She is fortunate that her son can meet Shizhikong.

The silver-haired boy looked down, watching the tea in the cup in front of him rise and fall.

Thorn doesn't seem to have mentioned his recent changes to his parents.

"Oh, by the way, Thorn told me..." During the interval when Goujuu's father was called away by a phone call, Goujuu's mother lowered her voice, "Are you... in a relationship?"

Goujuan hurriedly went to find Teacher Wutiao and found that his teacher didn't know when Shizhi went to his home, so he had no choice but to call home.

The phone was connected after a few rings, and it was his mother who answered the phone.

Goujuan expressed everything he wanted to say in as simple words as possible. As soon as Shizhi's surname came out, his mother almost knew why he came.

"Is Ji asking about Shizhi-kun who came to our house two days ago? Ah yes, he chatted with your father for quite a while."

Gou Juan was silent, he listened to his mother narrating what happened that day, the content of the chat seemed to be nothing special, just ordinary chatter.

"By the way, can you contact Shizhi-kun?" His mother's voice suddenly became a little troubled, "The child came empty-handed that day, and your father and I didn't care much, but the next day... Someone sent a bunch of stuff."

The strange person seemed to be from a religious group, and it was only after asking that they were sent by the boy who had visited the day before.

"It's too expensive." Goujuan's mother counted down the gift list, "Tell Shizhi-kun that you don't need to bring so many things next time."

Goujuan echoed his mother's words, as for where would he go to find Shi Zhikong?He doesn't know either.

After finishing the phone call, Gou Juan stared blankly ahead.

He didn't know anything except that Shi Zhi went to his house as a guest for no reason, he didn't know Shi Zhi's purpose, and he didn't know the direction of Shi Zhi's next location.

His mother's words are still in his ears. She said that Shizhi inquired about a lot of things about her childhood, and gave her thoughts cooperatively while listening.

This is not at all like what Shi Zhikong would do.

He wanted to ask Shi Zhikong what he was doing, but since the half-month vacation ended, Shi Zhikong hadn't made a call.

I went to ask Mr. Wutiao, and Mr. Wutiao replied that the problem was not serious.

The dog curled his lips, moved his fingers away from Shi Zhikong's phone number, and stuffed the phone back into the pocket of the school uniform.

——It’s just that it’s back to the time when Sora didn’t go to school, that’s all.

After showing up at Inumaki's house, Shi Zhikong fell into a long-term no fixed place, and the scenery photos of Japan's national tour reappeared.

It was almost the time of the New Year, and Toko seemed to have gone back to Tokyo, but no one saw him. When the next photo was sent, Toko appeared in Izumo again.

The famous "Izumo Taisha Shrine" has been photographed solemnly and solemnly with Shizhi's increasingly sophisticated photography skills. In the eyes of Gou Maki, it can be used to participate in the photography competition.

——Have you changed to a professional camera?

The erratic thoughts flashed by, and Inumaki wondered why Toko went to visit the shrine.

But doubts are just doubts. The questions he sent fell into the sea, and there was no response.

The news of receiving another ten branches was during the new year, at the time of the first month, more than one person approached him.

First, the believers of Shizhikong.

The dog Juanji, who had packed his luggage from school and was about to go home for the New Year, had just walked to the school gate, and several people rushed out from the blind spot of the perspective, aimed at him and ran over.

Others in the second grade thought it was an enemy attack or something, especially Otoko Yuta had already handed over the knife, so they only had to call Lixiang's name.

"Dried bonito." Gou Juan seemed to recognize something, and shook his head at his companion.

Those who came were not enemies but disciples of Shizhikong.

The leader, Rengouju, had a bit of an impression, as if he had delivered things to him several times according to Shizhi's order.This time was no exception. The gift boxes with large and small bags were raised in front of my eyes, and I asked if I needed a car delivery.

Looking further away, the private car has already been prepared. If he didn't know the situation, this posture looks like the mafia is here to kidnap people.

Goujuan looked at the gifts and then at the enthusiastic believers, and declined their further hospitality.

"By the way, Lord Gouju..." Before leaving, those believers hesitated, pushed each other a few times, and finally chose someone to come out and ask, "Do you know where Lord Shizhi has been recently?" ?”

"?"

Seeing the puzzled eyes of the student with light flaxen hair, several believers quickly explained, "Master Shizhi has not heard from you for a few days, and I have agreed to deliver something to you today..."

How many days ago?Goujuan recalled, a few days ago, Shizhi was still sending out the sunrise picture of clouds, and then there was no more.

The spell master shook his head to show that he didn't know, and the few believers didn't bother, and drove away after saying goodbye politely.

On the contrary, the box that Goujuan received was intrigued by the classmates, and even Yi Gu came over after taking back the knife.

"Dried bonito!" Gou Juan fiercely drove all the people away. He picked up a few boxes and stuffed them back to the dormitory, and took the rest home.

After believers, there are strange young gods.

In this timeline, Gou Juan has nothing to do with him, so that when someone broke into the window of his house, he subconsciously blurted out a curse.

"[Let's fall]."

"Hey, wait up!!!"

The god who was suddenly hit by the curse slipped on the sole of his foot, and fell on the tiles of the roof on the first floor with a slap, the movement of the fall was not right, as if he had hit his face.

When the god climbed up again, Gou Juan still pulled the edge of the mask, looking at the black-haired god with a little wariness.

"Ahem." Shenming rubbed his face and cleared his throat, "Then what, I have no malicious intentions!"

The first is self-introduction and then the purpose of coming. The former Goujuan has already heard it in another timeline, and the latter's purpose... The other party is also here to find Shizhikong.

The curse-speaker was so stiff-faced that he almost wrote a few words on his face.

"Uh...you don't know?" The god squatting on the window frame was a little distressed.

The god named Yato said that he has been looking for Shizhi for a while, and met him in Izumo before, but after a sunrise and a mountain scene, Yato didn't see anyone else.

"It's not something important, just a little worried." The black-haired god said, "I always feel that Shizhi is going to do something big..."

The black-haired god didn't ask Goujuan for any useful information, so he shook his head and prepared to leave.

When stepping on the window frame and jumping out, the black-haired god turned his head and said: "If you have any news from Shizhi, please contact me. My mobile phone number... Oh no, Mr. Goujuan is not convenient to talk, is it?"

Shenming twisted his hand and switched to exchanging the communication method of social software with others. This is still his newly created account.

"Be sure to let me know about ten branches!" This was really the last sentence, and the black-haired youth jumped down after speaking.

When Gouju poked his head out of the window again, there were only a few footprints on the snow on the bricks and tiles of the eaves, which represented that "people" had been there.

Shizhi squatted in a cave where the wind was blowing, the cold wind blew his feathered cuffs to bulge.

His current attire is a bit nondescript, he discarded the traditional inner clothes, and he didn't even insist on the style of the hunting clothes, only a haori on the outside.

"Do you want to go down?" The man in the kimono who was wearing a weird beret but was not blown away by the wind stood aside, "It's dangerous down there."

Thoughtful, the silver-haired boy tried to reach out his hand, and the sinister wind instantly turned into a knife edge and cut his skin.

In the next second, the magic power turned into an arc of light to protect the palm, and the wind stopped piercing the arm.

Shizhi stood up straight with his knees propped up, "I know."

He knew the danger of the road leading to the underworld, but to contend with the punishment of "Heaven", one really needed something equivalent to it.

Juzhi turned his head to look at the ghosts of hell beside him, "Izanami, isn't it down there?"

There is a reason why he picked the time of the new year. Even the goddess of Huangquan would take back her avatar in Huangquan on this day.

The ghosts and gods of hell nodded, "Master Izanami is not here for a while, only those ugly women and dirty energy under her subordinates exist in the underworld."

For Shi Zhikong, an unstable factor, would twist and turn to contact hell, the ghost lamp did not expect it.

Although the methods used by the human teenager were a bit extreme, such as relying on his own ability to mess around and play with life and death, when he killed him, he pressed the dead back into the coffin with a face of meaninglessness.

The silver-haired boy even wiped his hands with a piece of paper, as if he wasn't the one who just partnered with the believers to pull people back from the brink of death and then let go.

The hell ghosts and gods had already raised their maces, but they heard the human teenager ask him, "Where is the entrance to the underworld?"

"Can you take me there once?" The silver-haired boy made his request.

Shizhikong is going to take a big risk.

The ghosts and gods of hell don't really care about who wants to enter the underworld to die, but Shizhi's identity made him take a few more glances. After confirming that this is the little ghost who increased the workload of hell before, the ghosts and gods suddenly realized.

"Do you want to jump from Gao Tianyuan to hell after death?" Ghost Lantern asked.

For a while, Shi Zhi didn't understand the connection between the words of the ghost lamp and his going to the underworld. He kicked the dead man out of the used coffin and said his request.

"Can you take me to the entrance of Huangquan?"

"can."

After that, the scene of one person and one ghost was changed, and Shi Zhikong stood in front of the so-called entrance, waiting for the opportunity to enter.

The ghosts and gods of hell looked at the human youth and gave their final advice: "This is probably a road of no return. If you want to get rid of the bondage of 'heaven' on yourself, there are actually other things..."

"But I can't wait." Ten Zhi interrupted Ghost Lamp's words.

It was too strange to confide in an irrelevant and unfamiliar god of hell, so the silver-haired boy did not turn his head, and leaned forward while staring at the dark hole.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

Unremembered future memories and lost mind-reading ability have been bothering him for a while, even if he doesn't show it on the face, he still feels anxious when a person calms down.

— not used to it.

——do not want to adapt.

Why should he adapt to change because of the mutation?

What he has to do is to break the shackles and take back everything that belongs to him!

There was a faint chuckle floating in the air, and when the ghosts and gods of hell looked over again, they only saw the empty air vent whistling, and the human youth standing there had disappeared.

The hell gods stayed for a while, moved a huge stone to the entrance of Huangquan to block the door, and finally left there.

Regardless of whether the human named Shizhikong came back in the end, those who entered the underworld would—

The new year is over and the holiday balance is zero.

The students who returned to the Conjuration College returned to the busy life of conjurers.

Those who were busy testing and upgrading, and those who were busy exorcising the curse, only a certain table in the second grade classroom was still empty.

Gou Juan looked at the empty table on the other side several times during class, so frequently that Yi Gu in the back row couldn't help but look sideways.

Goujuan's distraction finally seriously affected his own quality of class, and Yi Guyoutai, who was innocently cursed by the curse, quickly stopped Lixiang to prevent her from fighting back.

Gojo Gojo, the watching teacher, clapped his hands, and after attracting Goujumaki's attention, he gave him half a day off.

"Okay, you can go wherever you want, whether it's on or off campus, relax and adjust your mentality, isn't it just that Kong hasn't come back yet? Why do you seem to have lost your soul?"

Gojo Satoru, like someone who has experienced it, his thoughts wandered, and he was so interested that he prepared to tell his students about the experience of his predecessors.

But Gou Juan didn't want to hear it, and didn't want to hear anything related to the name Xia Youjie.

He left the classroom as if fleeing, and when he stopped, Gou Juan found himself at the side of a temple building in the school.

Dog Roll sighed.

There are many such distinctive buildings in the school. After all, this is a religious school to the outside world...Huh?

Someone seemed to have flashed behind the ochre-red torii gate. In order to confirm that it was not an infiltrator from outside, Goumaki hurriedly followed.

This followed and chased into the temple building. The indoor lights were not turned on. Goujuan followed the sound and searched all the way, and finally broke through the door on the second floor and came to the outside platform.

Then he was caught.

The skylight poured down from above, and all the shadows gathered in the narrow field of vision in front of me.

He was held by the hand and waist, and he was pulled out of the shadow cast by the building.

Goujuan didn't fight back, because the person's breath was too familiar.

"Spine, long time no see."

The silver-haired boy against the light was wearing the school uniform of Jugao, and he just reappeared in the campus of Jugao, with a familiar tone and a natural attitude, and there was no strangeness that he hadn't seen for many days.

Obviously, one or two months have passed.

Goujuan subconsciously complained a few words in his heart, but to his surprise, Shizhi heard it.

"Farewell without saying goodbye? Not at all, I just lost time in Izumo because of some things."

The dog roll didn't respond at first, he paused for a few seconds, then raised his head abruptly.

--"spine?"

"Yeah, I can hear it again." Shizhi confirmed Goujuan's conjecture, his golden eyes curved like crescent moons, "I remembered it too."

"I recall everything that happened in that Shibuya and what followed."

Shi Zhikong hugged the man happily, and ignored the spell master's struggle and hugged the man around in the air.

"I'm back." The silver-haired boy said with a smile.

After a long time, the spellcaster responded.

--"……Welcome back."