My curse spirit is number one in the world

"What's your name...huh? A real person?"

"Because of the curse of human birth?"

"Fun, interesting."

"Your birth also proves that an existence opposite to you will appear."

"The magic power in the mountains is about to move, it seems that I have to leave Tokyo for a while."

"But before leaving, I still want to try to see if I can take away someone who is also satisfactory to me."

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12 month 24 day.

Under the festive atmosphere, Tokyo is a bustling city. Even in the daytime, the streets with large LCD screens can attract the eyes of men and women with light pollution.

As we all know, in Japan, the underworld is legal, and many organizations are called "clubs", which exist like human resources departments.

When things happen, the club sends out people to solve them, get paid, and the club can continue to operate, just like a company.

The low-level gangsters should not be confused with such clubs. The latter can even be said to be serious workers and enjoy fixed social security.

Of course there will be trash and dragon heads in all walks of life, not to mention the underworld, when a person gets money and power, it is normal to turn bad in a violent and bossy environment, and will be envied by others , Resentment is also a common thing, so in an environment where curses breed, it is more normal to have contact with conjurers.

Enough chatter, let's get down to business.

Most people are skeptical about the existence of curses, but a few people who have mixed to a certain extent and sit on the heights of the buildings erected in the center of the capital are sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with two conjurers Play Hanazawa and look down at the busy Tokyo in the daytime.

Although there are floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole room is actually decorated in a Japanese style, with tatami shoji doors, a huge ukiyo-e decoration on the entire wall, a small carpeted table on the cherry blossom wooden floor, and a beautifully crafted teapot burning on the stove.

In short, how expensive it is, how it looks good, the traditionally advocated aesthetics of material sorrow has changed under the taste of modern nouveau riche, and it is incomparable with a certain city in hell that pays attention to the style of the times.

In particular, one of the three people playing Hanafuda was an elderly man who was smiling, and the other two were girls in their teens.

The old man is the president of the Pingshan Club. He has unique hobbies. He has many daughters. He squints his eyes to see the expressions of Nanako and Mimiko.

If you are an ordinary underworld worker, you will know that the president's favorite one: "Miss" has a strange disease.

A few days after getting sick, President Pingshan sent an invitation to Buddha, who was becoming famous in the social circle.

Pingshan Society is still very wealthy, and it is a relatively large organization in the underworld. Hearing that the other party also has a lot of antiquities, Xia Youjie reluctantly came to the door to solve this matter for him.

Unexpectedly, after a few days of delay due to other affairs, before Nanako and Mimiko arrived before him, Miss Pingshan's crazy symptoms had already been resolved by others.

Nanako and Mimiko held the flower papers in their hands, glanced at each other, and asked, "We want to meet that magician."

Only conjurers can solve the curse.

In fact, up to now, President Pingshan is still in a state of not believing in the existence of strange powers and gods. Especially Xia Youjie has a lot of names of Buddha and Bodhisattva in his social circle, so he feels that the other party is a cult leader pretending to be a ghost.

They are a cult and a gangster, and the water in the well does not violate the water in the river, but you two little sisters personally delivered it to your door, so you can't pretend that you don't see it.

President Pingshan put aside his original intention of finding someone to treat the disease, and said to them with a smile, "Ah, he is just a barefoot doctor. I didn't expect that Master Xia You had girls like you by his side. The old man has a little face..."

Nanako didn't want to give him face, and said sarcastically, "Spells will leave traces, and ordinary people often can't see the filth left by the magic power."

When Mimiko answered, the two sisters had exactly the same indifferent expression, "You have a lot of filth on your body, if Master Xia You comes, I can save your life."

President Pingshan's face darkened, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the empty Japanese room.

"They said that if you don't reveal the whereabouts of that magician, you will die."

President Pingshan was kicked to the ground by an invisible force. He raised his head bawlingly, only to find that there was a huge gap in the floor-to-ceiling window next to where he was sitting just now. The gap seemed to be eaten by something. Every time he blinked, a chunk of glass disappeared.

Xia Youjie walked into this room on foot with a flat and long translucent floating mantra, and glanced at the old man on the ground without any emotion. The rich purple filth spread all over his body, almost covering his eyes. face, but the other party was still yelling loudly without knowing what to do.

"Hey! You! How did you get in here!"

"Security! Security!"

Xia Youjie shook his head and sighed, without much pity in his tone, "Hey."

Before the sigh fell to the ground, the old man's round body suddenly exploded at the position of his abdomen.

There were shrill screams in the Japanese room, and the splashed blood was blocked by the curving body of the curse spirit.

This was not Xia Youjie's handwriting. He watched the magic formula on President Pingshan's body run, launch, and explode with a calm expression. The old man rolled his eyes and died soon.

Then a strange scene appeared.

The bloody corpse in the abdomen trembled,

A strange laugh came from the corpse's mouth, and the corpse suddenly raised its hand, its bloody fingers drew a bloodstain on the forehead, the pupils collapsed, only the whites of the eyes, bloodstains and bloodstains flowed up and down, forming one after another Successive crosses.

Nanako and Mimiko hid behind and behind Xia Youjie, who put his hands in his cassock and watched the weird drama.

The message to be conveyed took shape, and the old man's head immediately fell to the ground with a plop, rolling up as if consciously, laughing strangely, leaving large areas of blood on the ground.

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes.

The other party is inviting him.

If it was the past, he would not take such a provocation seriously.

He is no longer the hot-blooded and impulsive boy in the high school period. There are many monkeys who can use him to absorb money. The core is so rotten that it stinks worse than a curse. This kind of prank will only happen after everything is over. On the back road, he was surrounded by a group of demons dancing around.

And Xia Youjie himself should be enjoying dinner with the Panxing Cult's subordinates, which fully demonstrated the mentality of "what does the curse spirit do have anything to do with him as a cult leader".

But when the person who manipulated President Pingshan's body drew such a mark on his forehead, Xia Youjie knew that he had to follow.

In the past few years, this person has existed like a ghost. Although he does not have the power to put pressure on the Panxing Sect as a unit of power like the Curse Society, he always hinders Xia Youjie's collection of curse spirits everywhere.

The basis of manipulative spells is to collect spells. Most of the spells reside in spell objects. Because of his friend’s science popularization, he thought that the older the spell, the easier it is to attract powerful spells. In order to strengthen his spells, Xia Over the past few years, You Jie has been collecting spell spirits for him to drive.

This person seemed to have the same purpose as him.

Collect ancient objects, collect spell spirits, and then, he wants to strengthen the spell, what is he going to do?

Where did the conjurer come from?Could it have something to do with spells?

Xia Youjie faintly sensed a strange and unknown aura from the opponent's actions.

The other party has clashed with the Panxing Sect several times without revealing its true colors, only provocatively drawing needle-like scars and blood on the corpses being used, like a puppeteer who is always behind the scenes.

Extremely bad.

The bottom of the building of Pingshan Club started to explode, as if trying to prevent the people in the building from going out, the explosion exploded layer by layer and sparked upwards.

People on the block yelled in panic, and some of the congregation outside frowned, waiting for the order to break in.

The ground under his feet was shaking, Xia Youjie walked on the bloodstains, and his shoes made a sound.

All kinds of curse spirits were released from behind him, and behind the man in cassock, it was like a picture scroll of ghosts walking in the night.

At the end of the road, a smoke-like monster flew out, but was knocked down to the ground by the long tail of the curse spirit in an instant.

After falling on the ground, the smoke dissipated, and a fist-sized cube appeared in front of Xia Youjie's feet, with six dots on the upward side like a dice.

He took a closer look, and saw that the six dots were the shape of the eyes. After opening the eyelids, they moved around and gave off a strange breath.

Before he could question what the curse was, a low laugh came from the darkness ahead.

A burning sense of danger overflowed from the brain in an instant, and behind the magician, the group of curse spirits of the Nightwalk version of the ghosts rushed out, roaring and rushing towards the point where the voice was speaking in the darkness.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Xia Youjie said something with vigilant eyes.

The invisible airflow converged on his hand, and the spell power was linked to the curse-possessed tool in the clothes, and it was always in a state of being activated.

In the world of conjuration, there are only a dozen super-level spell spirits registered in the register. It is rare for Xia Youjie to encounter super-level spell spirits in his collection in the past few years, and the process of exorcism is also quite difficult. less.

In Hundred Ghosts at Night, super-level spell spirits have always been his last resort.

A footstep sounded behind him.

To deal with shikigami users, approaching him is a correct approach.

But if you want to take a close-up sneak attack, someone has already used it in the high-level period of the user of the magic spell, but Xia Youjie directly played the memory revolving lantern and lost several teeth.

On teen comics, the blood that splashes out must be harmonious.

Xia Youjie turned around, his sleeves fluttering in the invisible air current.

The super-level curse spirit has already outlined a ghostly shadow in front of him.

Then it burst like a bubble.

The enemy didn't attack Xia Youjie, but just stood behind him and waited for him to turn his head.

He was wearing an ordinary shirt and black trousers, with black hair and black eyes. He had the appearance of a young man, and there was a hideous and terrifying seam mark on his smooth forehead.

The boy was smiling, and when he saw him turn around, he just raised his hand, like a friend who hadn't seen him for many years to say hello.

"99 Chao", in an intimate tone:

"Hi Jay."

The six-eyed dice that fell to the ground suddenly rose, and behind Xia Youjie, who was stiff all over, swelled and stretched loudly.

"The frontier of the prison gate."

"Open, door."