My curse spirit is number one in the world

In Shinjuku District, Tokyo, there are countless office workers in the bustling traffic area. The sunlight shrouded in the shadow of the building shines on the road, and the straight lines seem to divide the entire street into two halves, light and dark.

The crow on the wire branch is shaking its wings. In the side of the world that ordinary people can't see, a person with a wriggling shadow on his back is running like the wind between cheap rental houses and high-rise buildings, on the vertical wall .

This person was wearing a short windbreaker, and his build was not tall. The hood of the windbreaker covered half of his face. His build looked like a teenager.

He ran on the vertical wall, and the shadow behind him projected spider-like support points from the cloakroom. He stepped on the exhaust fan hanging on the outer wall of the balcony of the residents, the corridor of the outer wall of the high-rise building, and the roof of the low house, in this steel jungle. It's like a wild animal in panic, trying to get rid of the hunter behind it.

However, when he was about to run out of the alley and looked at the sunny street not far away, two half-grown girls appeared in front of him as if they had been prepared for a long time.A girl is holding a rope and a doll, and a girl is holding a mobile phone with a pink and cute shell.

"I caught you!" Nanako said.

The boy in the windbreaker froze suddenly, then quickly changed his footsteps, jumped up like a monkey and grabbed a two-meter-high iron pipe above his head, and used the iron pipe to turn his body to jump to a higher place.

The sound of wind from a violent impact hit him hard in the face, knocking him back to the ground.

He fell to the ground and coughed violently. On the iron net corridor above his head, a muscular man dressed as a transvestite stood there, and said rather distressedly: "Ah, the prey that is overtaken should not run around anymore. .”

A lot of figures emerged from the row upon row of rented buildings, and almost all the senior members of the Panxing Sect were dispatched to capture the young man in windbreaker. One of the women looked at him indifferently, raised the magic tool in her hand, and the young man went He jumped up violently, looking for the right opportunity to rush to the window of a high-rise rental building.

Now that the routes outside are surrounded, you can just run into the house—

Shards of windows shattered in response, glass rained down in large pieces, and a dragon about three meters long seemed to be swimming in the water, floating out of the dark rental house in coils, with blue scales shining coldly.

It turned around, shaking off a little blood.

Xia Youjie slowly walked out of the rental house, stood on the corridor on the second floor, and looked at the boy on the ground who fell like a torn bag.

"It's a good thing for a conjurer to be motivated, but he also needs to calm down and see if the enemy in front of him can be defeated by himself."

There was a smile on his face, and he spoke to the people on the ground as if teaching, but there were still a few drops of freshly splashed blood on the side of his face, revealing a hostility.

Recently, the Panxing Sect has encountered opponents in the collection of spell objects and the accumulation of funds. Afterwards investigation found that in addition to the conjurers on the side of the conjuration society, there are also colleagues who are obstructing them.

In order to eliminate the miscellaneous fish, Xia Youjie targeted one of them who took away or bought the suspected high-level magic item he valued earlier.

The other party's latest whereabouts were in Tokyo, which was unexpectedly not far from the headquarters of the Panxing Sect.

The top management of the Panxing Cult belonged to "family members" within Xia Youjie's trust. Today was a sunny day, so he took his family out to see who the cursed master who was blocking them was.

The boy in the windbreaker was lying on his back on the ground, his mouth half-opened under the cover of his hood. The shadow wriggling behind him seemed to be constantly deforming like mud, and he was completely motionless.

"Hey, is he dead, Master Xia You?" Mimiko asked.

In the end, the patriarch who knocked the man to the ground showed a surprised expression. He thought that the other party would have a lot of tricks. Could it be that he was just a person who knew how to hide behind the scenes to arrange curses and cleverly seize the cursed objects?

The atmosphere in the dark alley suddenly sank.

Xia Youjie felt it, raised his eyebrows lightly, and replied, "It seems that he is not dead yet."

But it was not the boy who stood up from the ground again, but the curse behind him.

A huge tail protruded from the mass of mud, casually lifting the people on the ground.

The hat of the windbreaker fell back, and when the chased person showed his face, the curse behind him also began to expand, revealing his true face.

Xia Youjie winked coldly.

The person whose face was covered by the coat turned out to be a short man, not a young man, and his face was even a little wrinkled, completely inconsistent with Gail's overly young appearance with sutures on his forehead, One can't help but wonder how he got his flexibility just now.

But the answer was soon revealed.

The little man's eyes rolled white. He was dead, and he had suffered a lot before he died, with ugly tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

The curse invaded his body, disguised as a reverse master and slave, used to mislead the pursuers behind him.

Harsh and chaotic overlapping sounds erupted from behind the corpse, like the snickering of a real hunter seeing the bait in his hand seduce the prey, and countless faces of different sizes suddenly appeared in the thick black shadow.

This curse is like a translucent paddle bag containing human faces. In the translucent bag, countless people face each other laughing wantonly, the sound is so loud and sharp that it makes everyone's face change.

This is a trap!

It was the man behind who designed a trap for those who chased him!

The curse exploded, the long tail unscrewed the head of the corpse, and the prize bag opened a gap, gathering together like a group of flowers to bloom in all kinds of strange colors.

Countless people came out of the nest like a flock of birds with long tails, and rushed out all at once, attacking the one closest to it——Xia Youjie!

"Lord Xia You!" several people exclaimed.

The side of the young man shone with blue light, the scales on the dragon's body exploded, and the whole body of the dragon was covered with sharp blades, shining brightly and piercingly.

There seemed to be countless shadows swimming out from under the wide cassock sleeves. Xia Youjie released the spell, and looked up at the terrifying faces in front of him. He raised his hand, wiped away the blood that splashed on his face, and sneered.

"There is a kind."

……

"A cursed master incident broke out in Shinjuku?"

The woman with black half-long hair and a tear mole under her eyes heard the news in the corridor outside the laboratory, and her first reaction was not that it was exciting. Is there any big melon?

Instead, Gan, I have to work overtime again!

Because of mastering the inversion technique, the infirmary in the family has never stopped.

Shinjuku is a densely populated place. If a vicious incident occurs and it is related to a curse or a curse master, the Curse Society will definitely send someone to solve it. If there is a conflict, there will be casualties.

But fortunately, Noctua Zhengdao on the other end of the phone told her, "This incident seems to be a battle between a curser and a curser. The incident took place in a rental building with few residents during working hours, and there were not many casualties."

"Then why did the teacher call me?" Jia Ruozi asked strangely.

"Is Wu at school?"

"Should still be in the library."

Night Moth said rightly: "The Curse Society doesn't plan to pay attention to the struggle of the curse masters, but one of the curse masters in this incident is Xia You."

"..."

Jia Ruozi was puzzled: "Is that guy dead?"

"No, it seems to have absorbed a super-level spell spirit. I just want to make sure that you are not involved in this matter."

Ye Mozheng told her, "The Curser has been doing a lot lately, and I need to trouble you to remind that guy, Jiaru."

After hanging up the phone, Jia Ruozi sighed, and said to the people sitting in the laboratory with the door open:

"Hear that, 'the guy'."

"Ah——? It's none of my business—" Gojo Satoru dragged on.

From the time when the Panxing Sect was transformed into an organization of curse masters, the world of conjuration has ushered in a period of turmoil.

Curses and curse masters are proportional to growth, as if they don't know how to be safe, they often make the spells very busy.

Ordinary people don't know the difference between curse masters and conjurers. This difference is only unilaterally divided by curses. In short, as long as they can solve the curses around them that make them distressed and can't see clearly, it doesn't matter to anyone.

It is precisely for this reason that Xia Youjie deals with rich people, develops believers or solicits donations for Panxing Sect. To put it bluntly, he is attracting money and expanding.

The Panxing Sect has developed tremendously in a short period of time, and other curse masters will naturally follow suit.

Because they used to be classmates and friends, if Jiarui Glass, Gojo Wu and Noctua Zhengdao came into contact with Xia Youjie, they would arouse certain suspicions.

In particular, Jiarui Nitzi also possesses very valuable spells. Gojo Satoru is both the Patriarch of the Three Imperial Clans and one of the special grades. The conservative old man is undecided, so he can only let Xia Youjie's death sentence hang high.

However, the attitude of the two of them towards the conjuration society was directly ignored. The family was obsessed with research, and Gojo Satoru was recently inquiring about the information of the previous generation of conjurers, and they also had more difficult and farther-distance task assignments.

Ye Mozheng said that this phone call was actually a bit of a waste of worry.

Wutiaowu didn't go to the library today. He just took back a finger of Su Nuo a few days ago, but he didn't hand it in, so he brought it to Jiarui Nizi first.

"How about it, does your technique work for this cursed object?" He asked Jia Ruozi.

Su Nuo's fingers contain powerful magic power, which is difficult to destroy. Gojo Goto had a whim, and wanted to try whether the reversal technique would work on the cursed object, but his own reversal technique could only work on his own body , there is no way to display it externally.

Jiarui Nitzi has used magic techniques on his fingers countless times today, and the fingerprints of his fingers do not move at all, as if they have just been dug out of the soil.

"It's useless," Jia Ruozi was tired, opened a lollipop instead of a cigarette, and said impatiently, "After all, what do you want to do, revive Su Nuo, that's only one-twentieth power?"

Gojo Satoru thought, "It doesn't matter how much power you have, I just have some questions I want to ask Su Nuo, and it's fine if I just get rid of it after I ask."

Jia Ruzizi knew that Gojo Wu had been searching for information from thousands of years ago recently. After hearing this, he looked puzzled and turned to him, "Why did Su Nuo provoke you? If you don't ask the teacher about history, you have to dig someone else yourself. Come out of the grave and ask, aren't you too wicked?"

"There are some issues that only I can know." Gojo Satoru said in a tone that is common sense, "Where did Su Nuo go and who did he meet 1000 years ago? Those records are all messed up. Wouldn't it be faster to ask me directly?"

He clicked his tongue, and Cang Tong was exposed from behind the pulled down sunglasses.

Thousands of years ago, the drama of Su Nuo fighting against Onmyoji must have been very exciting, and it was impossible for him to be a small person because of the ruthlessness of the 99 Dynasty. Wujo Wu only believed in this.

History is only the history of human beings. If you want to know the history other than human beings, then you have to find a curse.

Curse this kind of thing, as long as you are lucky, you can live for a thousand years.

Coupled with the rampant curses in recent years, Gojo Satoru has a premonition that in the long period of a thousand years ago and a thousand years later, some unknown things may be ready to surface.