My curse spirit is number one in the world

Xia Youjie stepped into the snow-white illusion.

An ink cloud that seemed to be dizzy in the water circled around him and was taken into his hands.

Although most of the curse spirits were expelled in the battle with Yigu Yuta, he himself felt that the negative emotions carried by the curse were not so heavy because of this.Facing the immortal celestial being and the onmyoji of Yumenyuan, even after a fierce battle, Xia Youjie managed to control the opponent's shikigami, and then directly threw the opponent into the shikigami's cavity, suffering The nibble of endless venom.

He stared coldly at the shikigami who was howling and unable to die, without any pity in his heart.

In this world, 99 Chao's body has been stolen, and these onmyojis in hell also want to reach out to 99 Chao, it's just a dream!

Xia Youjie found himself in such a state that he was able to exert a powerful spell, which may also have something to do with meeting his friends again and passing through a stage with death.

Putting his palms together again, Xia Youjie felt the flow of power, but suddenly heard the faint sound of water waves coming from a distance in the illusion.

I don't know when it started, the illusion turned into a ground covered with shiny sand, and the boundless light blue sea gently sent white flower-like waves from a distance.

Seabirds sing, flap their wings and go away.

A red torii stands slantingly in the center of the shore.

Xia Youjie saw 99 Chao sitting there, with no one around him, the whole space was quiet and empty.

Countless fragments from the top of his head were still falling around the side, and the battle with the Celestial Man ended very early, and he also witnessed most of the memories about his friend's "past life".

Sitting on the surface of the sea under the torii gate was a young man dressed in black with an appearance that made Xia Youjie feel strange.

The light cast by the sea level is unpredictable, and the warm light outlines the side face of the young man, leaving small spots like water on the bridge of his nose and thin lips.A pair of dark eyes are warm and soft, as if in his eyes, everything is beautiful and pure, people can't help but imagine how he looks at him and sees himself in his eyes.

Xia Youjie sized him up, put his hands in his sleeves, "Your body looks much better than the previous one."

The young man looked up at him and smiled, "After all, he is half-fox, so of course he looks better."

More than just: "be nicer"...

Xia Youjie shook his head, "If you look like this..."

He stretched out his hand, "Should I call you He Mao Chaoyi, or 99 Chao?"

Clasping both hands, Xia Youjie pulled the young man up.

"Don't call it Yumonin, but if you return to the present world, the name '99 Dynasty' is not very easy to use."

The young man said indifferently, he thought about it for a while, and there was a narrow smile in his eyes, "That body should be named as a special magic spirit, and that mouse probably has a headache too."

Xia Youjie came to the high school to play in the gymnasium, and "99 Chaos" was summoned to appear, and it was impossible to hide it from the magic society.

Xia Youjie: "What about the legendary great Onmyoji, I thought I could meet him once."

The young man said, "He is dreaming."

Xia Youjie: "Huh?"

The young man looked indifferently at the intersection line between the sea and the sky, his fine eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of golden dust.

"I guess I won't see you for a while." He said vaguely.

Xia Youjie glanced at his expression and said nothing.

They chatted normally, as if they didn't want to pay attention to the vision in front of them, the questions in their hearts, and all the changes.

They are travelers who are about to return home, trekking in a long dream, and finally it is time to wake up.

Leaving hell requires a body and a huge strength.

As soon as Xia Youjie opened his mouth to ask about the next steps, he saw the young man turn his head, and he followed him with a sudden feeling.

In the distance, there is Fu Sangshen in a luxurious blue suit, holding a golden moon sheathed knife in his hand.

Xia Youjie asked, "Do I need to avoid it?"

"It's okay," the young man tilted his head and answered him softly, "It's better to say that I'm more fortunate to have you here."

Xia Youjie was taken aback.He couldn't help remembering that 99 Chao said before that if he could confess his background and secrets earlier, maybe everything would develop better.

So now he hopes that friends can come to witness his existence and experience, and share the end of this journey with Xia Youjie.

The waves are gentle, the water and the sky are the same color, and the sea breeze and waves are very gentle.

Mikazuki Zongjin slightly bent down and saluted the approaching young man.

After the Peace, the Hanoi Genji was once in power, starting the Kamakura era. There were thousands of famous swords and sharp weapons in the family's treasure house, and the Mikazuki Sokin, who was known as the most beautiful five swords in the world in later generations, was just one of them.

There was no smoke of war, only stormy nights. Three-day Yue Zongjin sat under the roof of the house where the light and dust were falling, as if time had become quiet and dark.

It was at that time that the young man appeared from the gap in time, and walked slowly in front of him three times.

"You lied to me, Zong Jin."

Fu Sangshen recovered from the memory, raised his head and smiled, "Yes."

After Kamo Chogi sacrificed, he fell into hell and lost his body. Because he was owned by Yamata no Orochi, his soul was trapped in the mouth of hell.During this period of time, he used his declining power to build the Hidden City, and placed the last power of the Eye of Understanding in the Tianshou Pavilion for the Fusangshen to show up.

Although the power of the eyes that can know everything is not comparable to the original power, it should not be underestimated, but it was arbitrarily separated by the holder to nourish the famous sword in history.

When He Mao Chaoyi served as a god judge, he was lazy and leisurely, and only showed his strong skills when he was restoring history.

His time and stories are unparalleled, his conversation is elegant, romantic and humorous, and he naturally has the charm of being favored by Fusangshen.

Nearly a hundred years later, Kamo Asoyoshi suddenly sensed Abe Seimei's breath coming from the center of Penglai one day, and hurried to go alone.

Sanri Yuezong followed him into Penglai and learned all the stories.

If you want to leave hell, you have already got the body you deserve, but now you still lack some strength.

"The other Fusangshen have already attributed their power to the castle tower, but it takes a sharp blade to open the passage between the two worlds, so with the help of Lord Qingming, Sanriyue can stay here one more step."

The very handsome god bent down, without the slightest procrastination or hesitation, and once again handed out the knife in his hand to the young man.

Beyond the farthest island fog, there seems to be a star rising slowly, and the light bursting out from the castle tower cuts through the gloomy sky and fog, slowly dawning.

Where the light shines, people in the Hidden City have set sail for the sea, and everything in the mouth of hell...buildings, houses, vegetation, the kitchen god, and this Heian capital are all slowly shining under the grand light one by one. It turned into pieces of gold paper and flew up.

The eyes containing the crescent moon stared at the youth.

The judges would care that this is the place where Fu Sangshen recognized and refused to give up, but the Fusangshen knew that this place was a cage for the judges.

The young man didn't move, just looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin quietly.

Sanri Yuezong spoke softly.

"You know, it's not our death, it's just a farewell, a long farewell."

He held up the knife, "You too... haven't you done this before."

The final choice of the 99 Dynasty when they assimilated seems to reflect the ending of Ka Mo Chaoyi.

Sacrifice twice, leave three times, his soul never stops like the wind.

Not returning as scheduled is the meaning of parting. Every time you leave without saying goodbye, it is a long-planned soul journey. *

The young man took the knife and looked around. As far as he could see, all the paper was flying like butterflies, and countless flowers bloomed on the ground.

This is not any spell, nor is it any curse. It is a miracle that is never possible to reappear.

[May there be no wind and rain in your journey, my lord. 】

99 closed his eyes and pulled out his knife.

He walked through the flowers all over the ground.

……

"Let's go, Xia You."

……

December 2017, Tokyo.

On the busy street, a voice said:

"Human beings are made up of lies. Superficially positive emotions and actions must have ulterior motives. However, negative human emotions such as hatred and murderous intentions are not false, and we were born from this."

The one-eyed mantra asserts, "Then we should be pure and true 'humans'!"*

The hooded young man walking beside him turned his head, with a faint smile on his face, he glanced past the curse spirit and saw a very far place, and said "ah".

The curse spirit looked over and uttered a syllable, "The endlessly pestering magician."

"It's really troublesome." The young man who was targeted was also a little distressed. Since the Panxing Sect incident, he has been registered as a super-level resentful curse spirit, which made his plan unable to be carried out smoothly.

Moreover, the first group of people who chased him would immediately notify Gojo Satoru, and they had to run away in a hurry every time, which was very troublesome.

"Forget it, let's go to Yayuan."

Persuading Leuhu again, the boy sighed, and left the downtown area directly with the concealed breath of another curse spirit.

After the conjurer hiding in the crowd also left, a man bumped and ran out from an alley lined with trash cans by the side of the street.

The waiter was just walking down the street when he suddenly felt an ominous atmosphere. Unprecedented black smoke was moving in the crowd without attracting anyone's attention.

And again...and again.

The experienced waiter wanted to take a detour, but was frightened by the magic power emitted by the hidden conjurers all around the street, so he had to hide in the alley.

Now that the black smoke has disappeared, in his personal vision, the environment no longer has the phantoms and pressure that make people feel dirty, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief standing at the entrance of the alley.

There was a bang, the sound of a heavy object falling behind him, and something fell heavily into the pile of dustbins behind him.

The waiter was startled, turned his head tremblingly, and first saw a cloud of black smoke.

A young man in a black kimono squatted in a pile of discarded cardboard boxes, coughing and looking up.

The waiter felt like he was dreaming.

Because when those black eyes looked over, time seemed to stop.

The waiter choked for breath, and his fearful heart suddenly froze and calmed down.

There was no expression on the young man's pale face, but even his listless appearance made people unable to take their eyes off him. He looked over with a weary look, without any offense, but it lit up the entire dark and messy alley.

"you……"

Before the waiter could say anything, the young man in front of him suddenly let out a wow and spat out a mouthful of blood.

waiter:……

The half-supported body of the young man fell back with a snap, and landed on his face.

"Hey, Ah Chao! Ah Chao! What's wrong with you!?"

A cloud of black smoke beside the other party actually made a voice.

Sure enough, I was dreaming.

thought the waiter.