After defeating the strongest conjurer, I lost my horse

Turning around and killing has always been a classic plot in horror movies.

As a contemporary social animal who has read countless films but is still timid, Kanna Tsukikage said that people will not be scared to death by horror movies because their subconscious minds still know that they are fake.And when the movie is reflected in reality, Kannazuki has no doubt that the visual impact of this moment can send away those who are almost heartbroken.

JK, young girl, Bai Youshou, generally speaking, girls with these three elements are either pure and pleasant or harmless to humans and animals. Whenever they walk on the street, they want to let the big brothers who pass by around scream in their hearts The existence of the beautiful girl Saiko.

But the premise is that the beautiful girl is not holding bloody scissors in her hands, and her chest is not so rotten that she just crawled out of a grave.

Kannazuki looked at the pile of carrion that was so rotten that the bones could be seen, and felt that he was about to suffocate.

Where the hell did this shit come from? People are neither human nor ghost, nor do they look like cursed spirits. The half-rotten appearance is simply disgusting. Open the door to nausea--it's so disgusting.

"Don't look at me!" As if aware of his gaze, the girl who greeted him calmly burst into a rage, and she rushed towards him holding the scissors as if she was having an epileptic seizure.

Kannazuki subconsciously dodged aside, the bloody scissors hit the easel, and the tip of the knife cut a corner of the painting.The large movement touched the girl's chest, and the crumbling carrion fell down cracklingly. Just listening to the sound of dripping blood, Kannazuki mirror felt nauseated.

"You will belong to me soon, my lord." The girl stared at the scissors in his hand, the expression in her eyes was ferocious and impatient.

"As long as I dedicate you to that adult, that adult will incarnate me so that I can obtain a healthy and eternal body."

Kannazuki mirror suddenly found that he could not move.

The black and red silk thread hanging from the roof suddenly entangled him tightly as if it had life, and the girl wearing a fox mask smiled grinningly and raised the bloody scissors in her hand.

The moment the knife tip pierced his heart, his consciousness began to blur, and the clearest thing in his suddenly darkened vision was a row of blood red flowing down the flower stem on the drawing paper.

Wutiaowu and Xia Youjie changed their minds after receiving the news from Mingmingyongcrow.

To some extent, Ming Ming's rhetoric resolved their initial doubts.Now they can already confirm that the other party is a curse master who can use spirit spells and was an ordinary person not long ago.The reason why the two second-level conjurers were killed did not leave any traces of magic power because the other party used puppets made from human corpses.

"Then let's start investigating the people who have disappeared nearby in recent months." Xia Youjie said, "Blood skulls need to be made from human corpses, and they must be killed by the person who made the puppet to be successful, so basically The embezzlement of the bodies of long-dead people can be ruled out."

"Yuta, it looks like I'm going to trouble you to go to the nearby police station." Gojo Satoru threw this task to his good student without saying a word, "Go and find out who has reported missing nearby Which, in terms of characteristics, are female, aged between sixteen and twenty."

"Understood, teacher." Yi Gu Youtai took out his mobile phone and dialed the police station.

More than ten minutes later, there was a response from the police station.

"I asked Officer Miki of the police station to investigate according to the characteristics given by Mr. Wujo." After answering the phone, Yuta Oto replied, "In the past two months, people who fit the characteristics mentioned by the teacher have indeed been reported missing, and This person happens to be related to this bathhouse."

"who is it?"

"A girl named Takahashi Mika." Otogu Yuta turned the phone screen around, revealing the photo sent to him by Police Officer Miki on the screen.

"She disappeared three weeks ago and has not been found so far. Her best friend is Mei Akiyama, the daughter of the owner of this bathhouse."

"The daughter of the owner of this bathhouse?" Xia Youjie froze for a moment, then suddenly looked in a certain direction.

"Wu, there is a situation."

The curse spirits scattered all over the bathing place by him suddenly sounded the alarm.

A mantra was killed.

Xia Youjie hurried towards the place where the curse spirit was killed.

Pushing open the closed glass door, damp water vapor rushed in. In the hazy white mist, there was a figure in a high school girl's school uniform squatting by the hot spring, his fingers seemed to be digging something in the soil.

Xia Youjie immediately rushed forward and grabbed the opponent's shoulder. What appeared in his sight was a fox mask full of cracks. The girl with waist-length black hair got up and hurriedly broke away from his hand, turned around and disappeared in the end of the corridor.

Gojo Satoru hurriedly chased after him, and on the light brown wooden floor, footprints stained with mud meandered all the way to a certain door.Gojo Satoru opened the shoji door without much hesitation. There was no one in the room, and a half-missed photo was placed on the tatami mat facing the door.

On it is a girl wearing a fox mask.

No matter in dress or attire, it was exactly the same as the one he saw just now.

"Mr. Wujo?" A strange figure of a man suddenly came from behind him.

It is Ken Akiyama, the owner of this bath.

"Mr. Wujo, why are you here?" Ken Akiyama put down the things in his hand, "This is my daughter's room, I hope you can go out if possible."

"Sorry." Gojo Satoru said and raised the photo in his hand, "Can you tell me who is in this photo?"

"This is my daughter Mei." Akiyama Ken explained.

Xia Youjie, who came a step behind, looked at the masked girl in the photo and frowned slightly.

"Is your daughter wearing that fox mask all the time?"

"Mei's friend bought it for her from the fireworks display." Akiyama Ken said, "Although the quality is not very good, she likes Mei very much."

"Mei is not very sociable, she will get nervous whenever she sees strangers, so she will wear a mask as long as there are guests on weekdays."

"Then can you ask your daughter to come out now, we have some questions to ask her."

Hearing this, Akiyama Ken was taken aback for a moment, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"You two are joking."

"My daughter, Mei, died in a car accident six months ago."

"Bang—" It seemed like the sound of something being smashed.

Xia Youjie turned his head and found that Gojo Satoru and Akiyama Ken were both gone. He was standing alone in the empty room, and besides the sound of the wind, there was only the sound of approaching footsteps in his ears.

Something stood behind this door in front of him.

Without much hesitation, Xia Youjie subconsciously summoned the rainbow dragon, and the vortex formed by countless spell spirits hovered behind him.

And the sound of fine footsteps just stopped behind the door.

From a very close distance, Xia Youjie could even vaguely see the thin silhouette of the person behind the door through the door painted with blood-colored cherry blossoms.

"Who's where!"

The shoji door in front of him was gently opened by a hand. Under the slender white wrist and jet-black shattered hair was a pair of gentle and elegant blue-purple eyes like irises.

Sitting behind the door was the Kanna Tsukikage they had seen in their high school days.

"Who are you?!" Xia Youjie took a step back uncontrollably, the familiar face of the old man suddenly appeared in front of him, the gentle smile and tone of voice that were exactly the same as in memory, almost instantly aroused the memory that was hidden in his heart Years of unspoken pain.

"Who am I?" The person behind the door tilted his head, with a familiar gentle smile in his blue-purple eyes, "Xia You, you don't know me, teacher, so soon?"

"You are not him." Xia Youjie raised his hand, and the black and blue magic power condensed on his fingertips, "Teacher, he is already dead, what the hell are you! Don't play tricks!"

"Really?" As if hearing some big joke, the other party smiled and lowered his head.

"So you also know that Kannazuki Kage is dead."

"So why do you still have the face to live?" The tone was hoarse and low.

Xia Youjie raised his head in shock.

The eyes reflected in his eyes were still the gentle blue-purple in his memory, but the expression in those eyes was so strange that his hands and feet were cold.

"Kanna Tsukikage and Kazama Tsuki are dead, you killed him with your own hands, didn't you?"

"One of them sacrificed his life with the Bafu Xuehua Curse in order to reverse the fate of his good student, and the other exhausted his life in order to save the person who almost killed him as a curse master."

"You didn't do anything until the end. You could only watch the god who was killed and cursed by humans thousands of years ago sacrifice himself again to save the world. Don't you really feel guilty?"

"Xia Youjie, you have checked Kazama Yue's information in private." The person with the same face as Kanna Tsuki Kage approached his ear, "You think he looks like him too, right?"

"Looking at the person who looks and doesn't look like your dead teacher appearing next to you, you look forward to and are afraid. You hope that Kannazuki is not dead, but the news you found makes you hope that this It's two people."

"Because you still remember what those two monsters said to you." The man continued, "After death, it is difficult to digest the obsession and protect the spirit body. Every disaster blocked by the spirit body consumes the dead person's afterlife Fate."

"You are afraid that Tsuki Kazama is the reincarnation of Kanna Tsukikage, and you are afraid that everything you find is traced back to you."

"Short-lived, not a good death, what a terrible fate, isn't it?"

'Kanna Tsukikage' opened his mouth with a smile, spitting out cold and hoarse words like metal hitting each other.

"So you put away all the information that Mingming gave you, you are afraid, you are afraid that Kannazuki and Kazama Tsuki are really the same person, you are afraid that the person who died for you will suffer all the world because of you in the next life suffering."

"You, you have been indecisive since more than ten years ago." Kannazuki mirror slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It's over."

Xia Youjie trembled and closed his eyes, the intense pain from deep in his memory burned his pupils crazily.

"Why, don't you dare to look at it?" The tone was gorgeous and cold like metal.

He was forced to open his eyes.

The person in front of him has taken off his shirt, and the body hidden under the thin cloth is the skinny bones that only people who have not recovered from a serious illness have. It seems that the nutrients in the whole body are supplied to the flower blooming in the heart. Generally pure mandala flowers.

"Xia Youjie, I died for you." The gentle man smiled and reached out to caress the blooming pattern on his chest.

The petals are curled like manjusawa, and the stamens are bright red.

Those blue-purple eyes were so full of straightforward hatred that it hurt him so much that he couldn't bear to live.

"So, teacher, I hate you the most."

When Gojo Satoru realized something was wrong, Xia Youjie and Qiu Shanjian who were standing beside him had disappeared.

The wave of spell power in the air disappeared in a flash, presumably someone had set some kind of spell here in advance, just waiting for him and Xia Youjie to fall into the trap.

So Gojo Satoru slowly raised his hand, and Wuliangkong was ready to go.

The power of rules in the magic world is the rules, no matter what the circumstances, as long as he expands his domain, he will be invincible.

"Pa-ta--" is the sound of the door being pulled open.

A snow-white figure just fell into his arms.

"Mirror?" Gojo Satoru looked at the person who threw himself into his arms in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you." The person in his arms tiptoed to put a sweet kiss on his cheek, and his soft tone seemed to be coquettish to his lover, "I woke up and found that I was alone in the room, So I came here to find you."

Gojo Satoru was stunned.

He never imagined that his lover would speak to him in this tone. This kind of love language that only belongs to lovers is not something that Kannazuki Kage who has lost his memory would say.

Not right.

"Mirror, do you remember everything?" Gojo Satoru only thought of this possibility for a while.

"Yes." The person in his arms replied, with a gentle smile on his raised cheeks.

"So—should I say long time no see, my long-lost lover."

In an instant, the uncontrollable sourness spreading in his heart came to his mind, Gojo Satoru hugged the person in his arms tightly, and a hot kiss just fell on the other person's forehead.

"So, Satoru, can I ask you something?" 'Kanna Tsukikage' smiled and watched him.

"What's the matter?" Gojo Satoru hugged the person in his arms with downcast eyes, and many things he dared not say flashed through his mind full of thoughts in an instant.

however--

"You—you are very happy to use my eyes." The person in his arms smiled at him inexplicably, and the fingers that were gently rubbing the wrist bones suddenly tightened.

For a moment, it was like falling into an ice cellar.

"Six eyes, no lower limit spell." As if carefully counting the crimes, 'Kannazuki' dragged his tone, and on the whitened fingertips, those carefully trimmed and sharpened nails slowly embedded He wiped the flesh on his wrist, "Those people have called you the Son of God since you were born, saying that you have the eyes to see through all falsehood and cause and effect."

"So, can you see through your karma?"

The person in his arms raised his hand with a smile, blood dripped from the wrist held in the palm of the other party, and the cold white skin was torn to a strong crimson.

"Gojo Satoru, do you know how painful it was when my eyes were gouged out?"

……

There was a momentary shock.

'Kannazuki mirror' leaned against his ear and smiled cruelly, gently rubbing the wound on his wrist with bloody fingertips.

"You keep saying that you love me, but it turns out that the way you love me is to continue to use my eyes unscrupulously, and then hypocritically watch me suffer because of you?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes tremblingly.

The white-haired god smiled and reached out to gently stroke the end of his eyes. Blood dripped from the blue eyes the moment the eyelids closed, and when he opened them again, the blood-drenched eye sockets were already pitch black.

"Gojo Satoru, it's time."

"Give me back my eyes."

When Kannazuki woke up, she found herself locked in a cold basement.

A few chains of unknown material bound his hands and feet tightly. Kannazuki looked down and saw the pair of scissors stuck in his chest, stunned for a moment and belatedly remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

Good guy, that brat actually engaged in a sneak attack? !

Kannazuki looked down at the pair of scissors piercing his chest.

He is not a human being but a god now, and it stands to reason that ordinary weapons cannot harm him at all.

To be able to leave wounds on his body like this and restrict his movements, this is at least a special-grade curse tool, and it is also attached with a curse that can cause damage to the spirit body of a god.

I have to say, it was really well prepared.

but--

"It's kind of interesting, actually using a magic tool with resentment to deal with the plague god who feeds on the magic power." Kannazuki mirror sneered and pulled out the scissors stuck in his chest, "Please be smart and find out if the target is okay."

You're fucking giving me stimulants here.

I didn't fight back, you really think you are so awesome, don't you?

Kannazuki slowly closed his eyes, snow-blue flames streamed in his eyes, and the chains that bound him were broken inch by inch in the flames.

"Solution——" Kannazuki carelessly moved his numb wrist, and the pierced wound on his chest healed as soon as the scissors were pulled out.

Using things related to mantras to deal with the plague god, I have to say that the little girl really has a cerebral thrombosis, probably because her brain is rotten, and her intelligence also declines, and her mind is a little unconscious.

Kannazuki looked around while complaining in his heart.

[Please help me. 】

A girlish voice with a crying voice.

Kannazuki stopped in her tracks, and the expression on her face was completely restrained in an instant.And his sight just fell on a corner of the basement.

It was a vertical aquarium covered with a white cloth.

Kannazuki stepped forward, grabbed the white cloth with his fingers and tore it off forcefully.

The huge vertical aquarium is filled with light-colored transparent resin, and the white cloth covering the top is untied, and the person sealed in it finally reveals his true face.

It was a very young girl, about the age of high school by the way she was dressed.Probably some kind of spell was used, her body has rotted, but her head still maintains the appearance of her life.Three finger-thin steel nails pierced through the top of her head in order to restrain her soul after death, and she just raised her head and opened her mouth, and the expression on her face was always frozen in the painful and distorted appearance before she died.

[Please save me, my lord. ] It was another cry with a crying voice.

Kannazuki touched the smooth glass with a trembling hand.

Under the transparent resin, the girl sealed inside was motionless, but he could clearly feel the soaring resentment and the eternal pain of being trapped in this place that could never be released from it.

Kannazuki mirror did not speak.

He didn't feel scared, he just felt distressed.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, it should be the best time in this life for a girl, but this kind of child who should have bloomed like a flower can only lie in the basement without sunlight, being swept away like a dead butterfly. Archive here.

The perpetrator killed her in the most cruel way, broke her limbs and disemboweled her, and the congealed blood mixed with the broken internal organs to smear almost black blood, even through the congealed resin, he could smell that smell Disgusting rancid.

[Please save me, my lord, I am willing to pay any price——]

"Originally, I might really not be able to do it. After all, there are definite rules in everything, and gods can't intervene."

"But now, everything is different."

Kannazuki mirror lowered his eyes and slowly gathered his fingers.

"Takahashi Mika, I have heard your request."

The palm of the snow-blue flame burst open suddenly, and in the thick darkness, the mirror surface reflecting the living beings in purgatory stretched under his feet.

"Then now, I will give you the chance to return to the world from hell as a ghost."

"Everything you do will be approved by the gods,"

"So, let's take revenge, Takahashi Mika."

"Go and drag the person who killed you into the endless hell."