I rely on reading to become the crumbs of the world

Due to many large holes in the teaching building due to unknown reasons, Shanze No. [-] High School is completely closed for maintenance.

The government’s explanation is that a meteorite fell from the sky last night, and the meteorite happened to smash through the teaching building. Because of its high research value, the meteorite block has been taken away. It’s hard to say how many people will believe this reason, but Haiyin Siming thinks , at least the two people in the hospital would never believe it.

By the way, Yuzu Yuhito did not die, he went to the hospital to see Sasaki and Iguchi.

But the purpose of his return this time is actually to transfer schools.

"Transfer?" Haiyin Siming stood on the top floor of the hospital and looked at Youren Knotabazu suspiciously, "Why transfer, does grandpa agree?"

"Ah, I forgot that you didn't know." Knotabagi Yujin smiled, "My grandpa passed away, exactly that night."

Haiyin Siming was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Then, where are you going to transfer to?"

"It seems to be called the Higher School of Magic, don't worry, I'm very strong!" Knotabagi Yuhito smiled and patted Haiyin Temple Ming on the shoulder.

"You, have you made any decision?" Haiyin Siming looked at Yuzu Yujin with seriousness in his purple eyes.

Yuzu Yuhito was stunned for a moment, "Oh? What decision did you make?"

"I have a friend, when he makes a big decision, his expression is very similar to yours." Haiyin Siming's voice was very calm, even a little gentle, "I have read a lot of books and learned a lot of things , but there will always be some differences between fiction and reality, no matter how many books I read, I still can’t understand why the protagonist chooses this way.”

Haiyin Siming looked at Yuzu Yuren seriously, "Why did you make this decision?"

"Maybe it's because of grandpa."

Knotabazu Yuhito grabbed his hair. He looked a little embarrassed, but he acted very relaxed. He didn't tell Haiyin Siming what choice he made, but he told Haiyin Temple why he made this choice.

"Before he died, my grandfather told me that I was very strong, so I wanted to help others. Only in this way can I die surrounded by flowers."

"I think Grandpa is right."

Katsuobu Youruhito and Haiyin Siming said goodbye with a smile, then turned around and walked down the ward, only Haiyin Siming was standing there on the wide roof.

Feeling the breeze, Haiyin Temple ordered to close his eyes.

"So, I still don't understand why someone's dream is to die? Even if they die surrounded by flowers, that is death."

"From the start, your goal shouldn't be to die."

"No one wants to die, and he won't die." A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Haiyin Siming was stunned for a moment, he turned his head, and then saw Fu Heihui coming out. At this time, Fu Heihui's injuries were not completely healed, and he could see that his arms were wrapped in thick bandages, but he Having recovered his mobility, Fu Heihui still had a stinky face, as if he was quite reluctant to be sent here.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Fu Heihui put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform, "Do you have any plans to go to a college?"

"Oh?" Haiyin Siming blinked his eyes, "Is it the little tiger's school?"

Fu Heihui's face became even uglier, "That's right, the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse College, you can see the curse, and you have the qualifications to become a conjurer. If you go to the college and study systematically, you can get rid of curses and grievances." Ling, do you want to come?"

"No." Haiyin Siming shook his head, "Compared to a life of fighting and killing, I want to read more books in my daily life. My dream is not to be with those monsters, but to be a novelist!"

"I knew it, really, that guy insisted on asking me to ask." Fu Heihui murmured disgustedly, "That bastard teacher who misled his children."

Haiyin Siming leaned on the railing, "So, did you all volunteer to become conjurers to fight that kind of monster?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Heihui looked at Haiyin Siming strangely, "Of course this kind of work needs to be voluntary, and no one will force others to fight with their lives."

There are many kinds of people who become conjurers, some are inherited from aristocratic families, and some close to them are harmed by curse spirits. In this world, curse spirits and human beings are complete opposites, and the dividing line between black and white, both sides There will be no hold back.

"Since you've decided, I'm leaving." Fu Heihui turned around to leave, but at this moment, Haiyin Si ordered him to stop.

"Wait a moment."

Fu Hei Hui paused, he turned his head to look at Haiyin Siming, Haiyin Siming walked over, and he handed him the book in his arms, "This book is for you."

"Huh?" Fu Heihui looked at the book in his hand.

"Once I meet someone who I think is really good, I want to give him a book."

Fu Heihui looked at the book in his hand, and then at Haiyin Siming, who was smiling brightly and cheerfully. Three seconds later, Fu Heihui nodded. He put away the book and turned to leave. At the same time, Haiyin Siming turned and walked back. In front of the railing on the top floor, he raised his hand towards the sky.

Fu Heihui, who walked out of the staircase door, heard Haiyin Siming's exclamation.

He was shouting: "The weather is so nice today, I'm so moved!"

"Schools are closed anyway, so go to the library and stay all day!"

A strangely optimistic boy.

Walking out of the inpatient building, Fu Heihui saw Gojo Satoru sitting on the bench next to him. Gojo Satoru glanced at him while reading the newspaper, "Rejected?"

"of course."

"Hahaha, I knew you would be rejected!"

"Then you still let me go!" Fu Heihui clenched the book in his hand, restraining his urge to hit the teacher.

It's not that I'm afraid of being punished, but mainly because I can't beat him.

Gojo Satoru held his chin with one hand, with a smile on his face, "But if you don't go, won't you not receive the gift? It's really good, what kind of book is that?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Fu Heihui sat next to Gojo Satoru, "Where's that guy?"

"To the cemetery." Gojo Satoru pointed in the direction, "We'll go back together after he finishes delivering flowers to grandpa."

Fu Heihui responded, and he looked up at the sky. At four or five o'clock, the sun was slanting, and it was not yet dusk. He opened the book in his hand to see what kind of book Haiyin Siming gave him. books.

But when he opened it, he realized that it was a monster book.

"Volunteer"

This is a story about Onmyoji and the fox demon in the world of cholera. The protagonist of Onmyoji can use the talisman to summon shikigami to help him fight. His shikigami will hide in his shadow and accompany him to find the fox demon. trail.

My own warlock is Fu Heihui of various shadow media: ...

What does this guy named Haiyin Siming mean?

Sure enough, he should be beaten first!

……

Everything has returned to normal life, except that the school is still closed, and Knotabagi Yuhito, who is a neighbor, has left, but this has nothing to do with Haiyin Temple!

After all, Haiyin Siming is a guy who will live as long as he has books!

Today, he is still heading towards the library, because he often goes to the library during this time, and the curator of the library already knows him, and every time he sees him coming, he will show a kind smile to him, and Haiyin Temple is ordered by the curator A lot of care, so he brought dessert today, after all, maintaining a relationship requires friendly sharing!

Thinking in this way, Haiyin Temple happily walked into the library road, but when he just turned the corner, he saw the cordon pulled up by the library door.

"what?"

Haiyin Siming walked over, and there were many people watching around. Haiyin Siming tried his best to squeeze past, but he didn't see anything, only the police coming in and out and a pool of blood at the door.

"what happened?"

"Oh? You are Haiyin Temple?" The staff of the nearby library saw Haiyin Temple's life. As a frequent visitor, not only the curator knew him, but even the library staff had remembered him.

Haiyin Siming nodded, "It's me! I brought dessert today, but it doesn't seem to be the right time."

Looking at Haiyin Temple's life, the library staff's eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help wiping her eyes with her hands, "Hold, I'm sorry, but I really can't help it, I'm sorry, the curator, he passed away .”

"Death?"

The staff of the library were crying and telling Haiyin Siming what happened here in a trembling voice. Amidst her sobbing, Haiyin Siming finally understood the reason.

It turned out that today was the employee's morning shift. She came to the library early to open the door, but today was a working day, and there were not many people who came to borrow books. At this moment, she heard a scream from the curator With an exaggerated balloon explosion, she hurried to the door and saw the curator's tragic death.

Frightened, she fell limply to the ground, and then hurriedly called the police. After the police arrived, they disposed of the body and called for surveillance.

But in the monitoring, they could clearly see that the curator walked to the door, and suddenly covered his head and moaned in pain, and the next moment his whole body exploded instantly.

There was no second person at the scene, the body was being autopsied, but honestly, no one was getting their hopes up.

After all, unless he swallowed a bomb, he would be blown up so beyond recognition.

"It's scary." Suddenly, Haiyin Siming heard the voices of people around him.

"How could a person explode himself suddenly? Could it be a ghost? Was it a ghost that killed him?"

"I heard that someone was hanged at the entrance of this library before, and the curator happened to die at the entrance. Could it be a vengeful spirit..."

"A lot of blood, no, I'm dizzy."

"I took a photo and posted it on the Internet. Such a terrible murder will definitely attract a lot of attention!"

"Oh, don't post such things on the Internet, how scary! Ghosts will come to you along the photos!"

There were more and more voices around, Haiyin Siming watched helplessly at the door of the library, a small monster was condensing, and in a short while, the monster took shape, it opened its fangs, lying on the door of the library Crouching like a centipede.

Witnessing the moment when the curse was born, Haiyin Siming slowly left the crowd. He sat on a nearby bench, and there was no emotion in his purple eyes.

"Just like this, human beings will continue to produce curse spirits, so what is the benefit of destroying human beings?"

"I really don't understand them."

A voice suddenly sounded, this voice was very clear, like a child whose voice has not been changed, with joy and pride in the words.

Haiyin Siming couldn't help but look towards the place where the sound came from, and then he saw a person floating above the library.

That person looks like an ordinary human being, but he has white-green hair and pale eyes. His body is more like rough paper than a soft human body, let alone paper clothes made up of strange symbols. He is completely Not human-like, more like...books.

Haiyin Siming stood up, he stared at the man and walked forward, maybe he felt Haiyin Siming's gaze, the man turned his head and looked at Haiyin Siming.

"Oh?" The man showed a nasty smile, "Did you see me?"

The super-level curse spirit Youyang is the negative emotion of human beings towards books.

The curse spirit flew in front of Haiyin Siming, he looked Haiyin Siming up and down, the more he looked at him, the more disgusted he was, "I feel your love for books, really, it turns out that you are a human being who doesn't have negative emotions towards books, so Humans are completely useless!"

Haiyin Siming watched him float around, "Don't you like books?"

"Are you still talking to me? You are a child who has no sense of crisis." Youyang fell to the ground, he looked at Haiyin Siming with a smile, his pale pupils were full of malice, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Did you kill the curator of the library?"

"Of course." You Yang said as a matter of course, "After all, a person who likes books is useless at all, if he dies, he will die."

Haiyin Siming looked at him for a moment, then turned and prepared to leave.

"Huh? Do you want to go?" Youyang followed, with light footsteps like a young man exploring spring, "I didn't let you go, or did you give up and prepare to face death?"

Haiyin Temple stopped in his tracks. He turned his head to look at this special curse spirit, with a smile in his purple eyes. In the next moment, countless green vines emerged from the ground, entangled him before the curse spirit could react. , with a stabbing sound, the golden wall trapped the super magic spirit in the center.

"what?!"

"I'm not a magician, so I can't exorcise the curse spirit, and I heard that only the curse can resist the curse." Haiyin Siming said in a low voice, "So it's a pity that I can't kill you. Otherwise, I’ll put you here, I’ll invite my conjurer friend over, I’ve heard that he’s the strongest conjurer.”

"You!" Youyang struggled desperately, "Impossible! Why can't you break free, this is not a domain, not even a spell!"

Haiyin Siming smiled, "Of course, because it's Yin Yang."

"what?"

The book-shaped wall was flipped open in an instant, and countless black writings were wandering in the middle. Youyang opened his eyes wide, and he could see those characters surrounding the largest book title.

The title of the book is: "Onmyoji".

"This is not the onmyoji in novels, but an old book I found here, which is said to be the real onmyoji that has been passed down." Haiyin Siming snapped his fingers, "I'm thinking, even in ancient times, the onmyoji You can use Onmyoji to seal the ghosts, and things made up of negative emotions like yours can also be used."

"Book?" Youyang looked at Haiyin Siming excitedly after hearing the words, "It's really interesting, can you make the book a reality? I've decided, I want to keep you, you are so interesting. "

Haiyin Siming raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't pay attention to what the curse spirit said, but turned and left directly.

Although I have heard of the curse, I never thought that the curse can take human form, be able to speak human words, and have personality and thoughts.

To be honest, he always thought that all the curse spirits were those strange-looking monsters.

Sending the matter of the curse spirit in the library to the relevant personnel, Haiyin Siming took the dessert he bought back home. It's a pity that the dessert was not sent out. Yesterday the curator was still looking forward to the dessert he brought, because it was negatively received by humans. Mantra spirits born of emotions, they treat human beings just like negative emotions of human beings.

Full of malice and aggression.

Back at the single person's home, Haiyin Siming took out the dessert and took a bite. At this moment, a white thing came in through the window, making a childlike laugh.

"surprise!"

With a direct wave of his hand, a barrier directly knocked Shiroying out of the door, Haiyin Siming bit the pastry and stared at Youyang who was thrown into the air.

"It's too much. I managed to break free from that mess and come to you. To be honest, I'm just interested in you. Don't be like this." Youyang smiled like a child, "How about we chat? You I like books so much, and I happen to be a collection of books, shouldn't we have a lot in common?"

Haiyin Siming calmly swallowed the dessert in his mouth, "I heard that the curse spirit is formed by the negative emotions of human beings."

"That's right, it's true, but it doesn't mean that I'm the most negative!" Youyang floated to the window and looked at Haiyin Siming.

"[I hate reading] [Why do I have to memorize these boring documents] [Creation is so painful] [Why don't books disappear in this world!]" Youyang said these negative words with a smile, "I am from people. A curse born of a distaste for books, but I can also like books."

"I actually learned a lot from the book! Those wonderful human nature and logic theory." Youyang shook, "So, let me in, okay?"

"Not good." Haiyin Siming picked up another piece of dessert from the table, "You killed someone."

Youyang blinked, "Oh? Is there something wrong?"

"Do you think there is nothing wrong?"

"Of course!" Youyang spread his hands, "After all, I was born out of negative emotions, it's not my fault, it's the fault of human beings."

"If human beings don't want to kill some people in negative emotions, then I won't take someone's life because of it. These related consequences are also mentioned in the book, are you right?" You Yang He said such words with an innocent smile, "So, I killed people just following the inner thoughts of human beings."

Haiyin Temple thought seriously.

Very well, the mantra not only has character and thought, but also has its own unique set of theories.

He really underestimated such things as curses.

Judging by this guy's ability to argue, he shouldn't be floating in front of his window, he should be participating in the debate.

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