My curse spirit is number one in the world

Aoko Nakai suddenly woke up from the bed.

Outside the window is the thick night, the same moonlight as the water.

This is her safe house, small but well-equipped.

The girl sat up from the bed, her body was full of cut wounds, which were tightly bound by white bandages, only a lot of blood oozing from her seriously injured back.

She stood up as if she couldn't feel the pain, walked to the mirror, and stared at her face.

Aoko Nakai had been in charge of investigating the incident of citizens in Shibuya District drowning in a river at night for no reason, and found that the commonality of these victims was that they had all attended a concert at the Shibuya AX Auditorium.

There are often concerts held in the performing arts hall. After investigation, she narrowed the scope down to a young male conductor who is a rising star in the music art world. He released the sound of a large music box that he said was made by himself, and the beautiful sound was integrated with the music, making the audience mesmerized.

After Nakai Aoko tracked down the man's residence, she didn't even have time to break in. She only heard a very strange singing, which transformed into an absolute force and hit her brain. The caster herself.

What kind of singing is that.

Like the singing of ghosts and gods in ballads, the soft voice of the girl is mixed with crazy whispers, the mournful cry of thousands of whales in the deep sea, and the cry from the darkest sea.

Sensing that the token left by Domeki was destroyed, 99 Chao rushed to rescue Nakai Qingzi in time.

The girl was sitting in the shards of glass with bruises all over her body. She covered her ears with tears in horror, and murmured repeatedly, "This voice...is her, I won't admit it...My lord..."

The caster had already left, and 99 looked down at her, and said calmly, "There was no Erjo City back then, nor was there Penglai in Hell, and Ronso is the best sorcerer who is good at creating curses and transforming the human body. You know that sooner or later you will face this situation." one day."

The girl covered her face, and Aoko Nakai, who was feared among the cursers, was crying helplessly like a little girl.

99 Chao had told her this fact a long time ago, but when she faced it, she still couldn't accept it, and her heart couldn't restrain the grief.

"If you can't move, I can help you. I promised you until you really find her, Qingzi."

The boy held out his hand to the girl, "What's your answer?"

Later, the 99th Dynasty asked Nakai Qingzi to take leave of absence from the high school on the grounds of injury, and instead lived in his own safe house to wait for the opportunity.

Shibuya, Tokyo, four o'clock in the afternoon.

When the tent that covered the sky and the sun was lowered, expensive cars collided with cheap trucks, buses crushed plastic running lights, and unknown liquids splashed on the glass doors of high-end clothing brands.

The roadblocks set up by the Metropolitan Police Department for the Obon Festival parade were smashed up and down. The citizens on this part of the street seemed to be crazy. run.

A woman bumped into Aoko Nakai's shoulder, crying, and as soon as Aoko Nakai supported her, she screamed and continued to run away, as if some monster was chasing her behind her.

For some reason, Aoko Nakai remembered the time when she lost her light when she was young.The mother's argument with her father was like a woman being chased by a monster, but when she looked back she could only see her two daughters at the door, listening in horror to their clamor.

She walked slowly towards the most crowded part of the street, and the source of the townspeople's madness was waiting for her ahead.

Through the crazy crowd, Nakai Qingzi saw the wooden box that was singing.

After the box was opened, a childish face slowly emerged from the pitch-black interior.

Aoko Nakai raised his hand, and countless floating mirrors appeared around him instantly.

The little girl who could only sing to herself, her sister, was finally found by her.

"I'm here to pick you up, Hong."

……

Hot wind and flames swept through everything.

At 99:[-] p.m., there was an explosion at the Panxing Church in the corner of Shibuya District. The high-level officials of the Spell Club blocked the news, and let [-] Chao, who was walking out of the cafeteria of the high school, with Knotabagi Yuhito and others, participate in the explosion. An impromptu meeting was held, and Yinyin advised him to go to Kyushu to deal with a new super curse.

99 Zhao didn't seem to think about it, but as a special super conjurer, he still had to discuss the conditions for hiring himself with the conjuration society.

After bargaining, the Conjuration Association finally successfully sent away the big Buddha, accompanied by Zenyuan Fan and Zenyuan Jinyi from the Zenyuan family, all special first-level conjurers, plus an auxiliary supervisor.

The intention of surveillance was extremely obvious, but the young man had an indifferent attitude, as if he didn't know what happened at home.

Before the Conjuration Society could start planning the profit distribution of the Panxing Sect after the disaster like cutting a cake, the first fire between the Curse Master and the Conjurer Society was ignited on the Conjuration Society's territory.

The opening time of the Japanese stock market is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] noon. From the beginning of the explosion in the Panxing Church Building, the general attack fired the first shot in the financial world.

In the past half a year, the development of Panxing Sect in society has never been able to grasp the boundaries. It started with intelligence and has expanded rapidly in various industries.Whether it is officials who have contacts with the Magic Society, the corporate banks under the Yusanjia and the trading market, and anyone who needs support from the Magic Society, all information is under the control of the Panxing Sect. At the moment when the explosion blinded people's eyes and eyes to divert their attention, they launched an all-out attack on the magic society.

The stock market of companies belonging to the Magic Association plummeted, and the asset evaluation of several companies was instantly pulled to a negative value; evidence of officials or congressmen's scandals was either sent to the media or sent to the Metropolitan Police Department; All the free conjurers were greeted cordially by the Panxing Cult.

Just like what 99 Chao said, the third faction is looking at interests. The decline of the Magic Society does not necessarily mean their decline. Reshuffle is a big shock and an opportunity. At least the new environment is no longer based on bloodlines. And pure magic power to measure a person's strength.

Smart people should know how to choose.

Compared with the above actions, the last step takes a lot of effort.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the tent in Shibuya, Tokyo was opened, and Gojo Satoru was assigned to solve the matter. It was about two hours before Kamo Asayoshi took the Shinkansen to reach Kyushu. Considering the spell possessed by the mantra, Artisans from Tokyo, the mission station, went to provide marginal support.

And one person, taking advantage of the time when the magicians were transferred to Shibuya, appeared at the entrance of the Spell Director's Council located in the huge underground cavity.

Almost all the elderly people in the spell club are in the director's department.From all aspects, today is an important day, and it is also a festival where curses flourish. All the conspiracies and tricks are spreading on this day, but they don't know why the owners of some vacant seats around them have not come to the meeting for some reason.

I don't know that I can sit here because everyone present has been carefully selected by someone.

They don't yet know what they're going to face.

Xia Youjie walked through the empty corridor leading to the ground, and he heard his footsteps clearly.

If anyone can see his steps, they will be intimidated by the large and substantial ink wash stretched out from the swaying shadow when he takes each step.

But there was no one else in the corridor, and the magicians and spells that should have been stationed inside and outside had already been dealt with.

He is like a paintbrush that can smear out pitch black. A row of white candles on the side wall of the corridor are blazing brightly. After he passed by, everything, whether it was light or fire, melted into the restless darkness. .

"It took more than half a year, and I have already screened a list."

One day ago, 99 Chao handed over a list to Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie took it, and looked at the unfamiliar names on it with some doubts. Of course, there were familiar ones, but what he didn't understand was the purpose of this list.

Anyway, the spells will resist and struggle in this attack, and the Panxing Sect will not let them go, and there is no need to drive them to a dead end, because the spells themselves are corrupt enough.

There is no need for curses and blood, and those who resist will not last long.

What is the list that takes 99 Chaos to spend so long sorting out and screening?

"Is there anything special about these people?" Xia Youjie asked.

99 Chao bluntly said: "Of course."

Xia Youjie waited for the next article.

99 paused, and told him in the usual tone, "This is 11 years ago, all the people who participated in the astral body incident, those who arranged everything, those who agreed to execute it, and those who remained silent about the incident afterwards. There is no one One person is innocent, and no one has been missed by me."

The light in the young man's eyes suddenly sank.

"I'll leave it to you, and I know you've been waiting for this moment." 99 Chao said.

Xia Youjie was taken aback.

It was hard for him to understand that when 99 Zhao spoke bloody words in a gentle tone, he didn't feel a trace of terror and darkness, but felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

The person in front of him looked at him with a pair of dark eyes, and at a certain moment he looked exactly the same as he did 11 years ago.

The boy in his memory said to him:

"Go and avenge us, Xia You."

……

There is no superhuman talent, no noble bloodline, and no spells inherited from history.

——When Xia Youjie was an ordinary teenager entering a high school, he never thought that he would step into this corridor and meet those high-level officials of the magic society.

He stopped.

The corrupt, ancient, core system of the magic society and the nightmare of 11 years ago are behind this door.

Not for any shuffle or righteousness, 99 Chao told him openly that this was revenge and a personal grievance.

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

Xia Youjie raised his hand and pushed open the door himself.