Has wtw entered the necropolis?

What is he going to do?

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and began to think about what he could do with this blueprint. Maybe he could use this blueprint to get more benefits from the Zenyuan family. It would be the best thing if he could directly destroy the Zenyuan family.

However, the success rate is not high based on a single drawing.

"The deadly rivals I sold to the Chanyuan family may earn several billion." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help being happy at the thought of adding trouble to the Zenyuan family. It’s been a long time, but—it’s also a good tourist destination.”

"??"

Hearing this, the three members of Fuhei's family immediately turned their heads to look at him, with a look of retreat on their faces.

"We can print this blueprint and publicize it, so that people can go to the Chanyuan House for sightseeing—"

Even if the Chanyuan family is the Yusan family, so what, they can't do anything to ordinary humans. Once they accidentally hurt any citizen and arouse public anger, a large number of ordinary people can drown the entire Chanyuan family with a single saliva. The leader of the family knows that he can't use strong methods when his head is still normal.

Even so, this wave of coquettish operations is enough.

Speaking of this, he had already laughed so hard that he fell on the sofa. After laughing enough, he suddenly sat up and moved to Fukunami's side, with his chin resting on her shoulder: "This idea is really good!"

"Nami, can you sell me this blueprint~"

Warm breath sprayed on the neck, and Fuhe Nami moved to the side unnaturally, stretched out his hand to push away his approaching face, and looked down at the drawing on the notebook: "This one doesn't work, I'll print one for you."

When she drew the blueprints, she also used a spell, so that when she touched the blueprints, the address of the Chanyuan family could be clearly printed in her brain. If it was handed over to Wujo Wuhou, it would be difficult for her to secretly attack the Zenyuan family in the future.

"Okay~" Wujo Satoru sighed a little regretfully. He originally wanted to get the original manuscript, but after thinking about it, the printed drawings would not be much worse.

"The price of friendship is one billion buyouts."

"Hey, it's so cheap~"

Gojo Satoru resolutely took out his mobile phone and prepared to make the payment. Fuguro Nami immediately opened the page of the small book that said the bank account number, and pointed to the row of numbers at the top: "The account will be credited to this card number."

Although her bank card is under Fu Heisher's name, Fu Heisher hardly touches her card, and a sum of money is paid every month for her and Fu Heihui's two siblings' living expenses.

Just at this time, Xia Youjie finished cooking the last dish, took off his apron as he came out of the kitchen, listened to their conversation just now, and asked with interest: "Is Nami going to do something to them?" ?"

He was very curious about what the little spellcaster in front of him was going to do, cursing them through a blueprint?Is this really something a spellcaster can do?

"...Hmm." Fu Hei Nami thought about it seriously with a sullen face, then nodded solemnly, picked up the pencil on the notebook, and turned to look at Fu Hei Hui who was sitting beside him at some time, "Hui, what do you want?" What to do to them?"

It doesn't matter whether it's too light or too heavy, you have to find something that makes them feel neither painful nor itchy but profound.

When Fu Heihui saw her sister asking him, she immediately wrinkled her small face and thought seriously for a long time. She raised her head and looked at her sister, her dark blue eyes flickering. She grabbed her clothes with her little hand, and said with a little hesitation: "Let them have nightmares." ——?”

He doesn't like anything as long as his sister doesn't like it.

He tilted his head and thought for a while and felt that the curse was too light, "Let them be bitten by the curse spirit in their sleep!"

"Hmm...how about letting them be unlucky for three days in a row?" Xia Youjie sat down on the sofa opposite her, took out his phone and began to scan, and suggested, "Or the mission failed and was kissed several times by the curse spirit." mouth."

"??!!"

Gojo Satoru was shocked, but excitement appeared in his eyes: "Jie, I didn't expect you to be such a person."

"I just want them to taste the curse spirit." Xia Youjie lazily raised his eyes and looked at his best friend. Speaking of this, he seemed to have tasted the curse spirit's taste like vomit overnight, and his expression suddenly changed. Kind of embarrassing.

Speaking of this, Nami Fushiguro became interested immediately.

"Xia You, what does the curse spirit smell like?" She put down her pen, curiosity almost overflowed in her eyes, and she looked at Xia Youjie without blinking.

The black-haired boy put down his phone, raised his eyes to meet her shining purple eyes, put his chin on one hand, smiled and said: "The smell of the curse spirit is like a rag that has processed vomit, it's quite unpalatable. "

But who told him that his technique is "spell magic operation", if he wants to continue to become stronger, he can only continue to devour more powerful magic spirits.

Xia Youjie hated his own technique, but had to rely on it.

"..."

Immediately, that scene appeared in her mind, and Nami Fukuno immediately covered her mouth, her little face was ashen, "No, no... I think this is too uncomfortable." She couldn't accept that disgusting taste at all.

So, how did Xia Youjie swallow it?

Seeing her puzzled expression, Xia Youjie's mood suddenly became complicated, and before he could speak, Fu Heisher, who was crossing his legs, gave him a sideways glance, and said calmly, "Nami, this is the price of becoming stronger. "

It's like Wujo Wu learned to reverse the spell and mastered the core of the spell after experiencing life and death, so the price for Xia Youjie to become stronger is to devour the spell.

Fuheshier... He was born without magic power, but as a price he had the sky and a cursed body.

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and even Gojo Satoru, who was usually rambunctious, fell silent.

"Maybe I..." Fuhe Nami pondered for a long time, looked up at Xia Youjie who couldn't see any emotion on the opposite side, and said a little uncertainly: "I can put a curse on you."

"Ok?"

After she said the words, she suddenly had a sense of certainty in her heart—she could do this.

Not only Xia Youjie, Wujo Wu, Fu Heisher and others immediately turned their heads to look at her, and their eyes fell on her with unclear expressions. No one had any doubts about these words.

The smile on the corner of Xia Youjie's mouth instantly faded, he sat up straight, his eyes fixed on her seriously, his expression was calm without any waves, and after a long while, he said, "Come on, I'm willing to be your guinea pig."

Regardless of whether this matter is accomplished or not, it does not affect his loss in the slightest.

Of course if it works...

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, and suppressed the hope that shouldn't have arisen in his heart, because he clearly knew that once he had expectations for anything, but got an unsatisfactory result, the sense of disappointment was enough to defeat a person.

Especially when it comes to matters involving one's own spells.

Keenly aware of his emotions hidden under his calm and elegant appearance, Fuhe Nami frowned, and said with a serious expression: "You can't question my spell."

Her proud spell ability cannot be questioned by anyone.

As soon as the words fell, Xia Youjie felt Fu Heisher's sharp eyes that seemed to be looking at the dead fell on him. The corner of his mouth twitched, and the dark thoughts in his heart were instantly dispelled, and he quickly raised his hand in surrender, "I'm sorry ,I was wrong."

Gojo Satoru, who had been silent all this time, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the ice blue eyes covered by the sunglasses flickered, turned his head to look at Fukuro Nami beside him, rubbed her head, "I'm looking forward to it~"

Then, he was caught by the claws, and also got a warning from Fushi Nami.

"Don't bother me!"

After confirming that Gojo Satoru would not bother her anymore, Fuhe Nami looked at Xia Youjie who was on the opposite sofa, pointed at him, his expression became extremely serious, the spell power was concentrated in his throat, and he cast the spell in an unquestionable tone :

"All the cursed spirits I swallowed up after Fu He Nami cursed Xia Youjie were—"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly approached her and whispered in her ear: "—Sweet taste."

"—Sweet taste."

Fuguro Nami didn't blink, she just followed Gojo Satoru's words, and when she realized that the spell had been completed, the fruit flavor that she wanted to talk about...

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Enlightened??!"

Xia Youjie cracked his finger bones, stood up and hooked his fingers at him, "Come on, let's go out and talk." He had to fight this guy today.

"Jie, I think the desserts are very good~ If the mantra is also sweet, I would be more than happy to eat it with you."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, pulled away the sunglasses on his face, revealing those twinkling eyes, and seeing Xia Youjie's almost furious expression, he suddenly became interested.

"Let's go, let me accompany you to catch a curse spirit."

As if drained of energy all of a sudden, Fukura Nami sat directly on the sofa, covered her mouth and yawned, "Don't be so troublesome, I just let those curse spirits be born." Moreover, she also wanted to follow See how it turns out.

"Sweet-tasting curse spirit?" Fu Heihui suddenly said at this moment, took out his small notebook and silently recorded this point, "Can I eat it too?"

This guy Wujo Satoru is simply leading the children!

Xia Youjie glared at him, then turned to rush to Hei Hui and persuaded him gently, "No, Hui will spoil his stomach."

"Why?" Fu Heihui didn't understand why he would eat up his stomach if he ate it, but Xia Youjie was completely fine, obviously he was also a little magician.

"...Because our spells are different, Hui can't digest the curse spirit even after eating it." After a pause, Xia Youjie grabbed Wutiaowu's collar and walked outside, not forgetting to continue explaining: "It's not just Hui , Nami and Teacher Fuhei are the same."

Among these few people, only his spell needs to devour the magic spirit, and no magician would want to eat such an ugly magic spirit, so should it be said that children's imaginations are always amazing?

"... Thank you, Senior Xia You."

Fu Heihui put away the small notebook and looked at him seriously.

Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment, then smiled warmly at him, grabbed Wutiaowu and walked outside, "You guys have dinner first, you don't have to wait for the two of us."

"No!" Fuhei Nami immediately chased after her with a small book in her arms. She had to see for herself if Xia Youjie's sense of taste had really changed. Even if the spell worked, the smell of the spell spirit would not No change, but Xia Youjie's taste has changed.

"I'm going to see it!"

The door slammed shut, and only Fu Hei and his son were left in the living room.

Fu Heisher turned his head to look at his son sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going?" It was rare to see this little guy not following his sister.

"I won't go, I want to think of a way to punish the Buddhist family for my sister." Fu Heihui said seriously.

Speaking of this, Fu Heisher also became interested and waved to him, "Come here, I will think with you."

Fu Heihui looked up at him for a few seconds, curled his lips and was a little unwilling to change seats, sat beside Fu Heisher, opened the notebook and wrote his thoughts on it last time, completely ignoring the old father beside him.

"It's too easy to have nightmares, let them fall into the cesspit." Fu Heisher picked his nostrils, and he didn't understand what nausea was, anyway, as long as it didn't disgust him, he glanced at Fu Heihui and wrote in his notebook The next method is, "Add one more, let their Chanyuan family go bankrupt."

"It seems to be too boring."

"Just let them get a 'spell spirit favorite physique'."

"..."

"No, let them fight the Gojo family."

The three arrived at a nearby hospital

It's not difficult to find a curse spirit, as long as you wander around places with the most curses, such as schools and hospitals, you will always meet a newly born curse spirit of level three or four.

What's more, there is a spellcaster here.

The three of them got into the hospital and wandered around. After walking for a while, they finally met the curse spirit embryo clinging to the corner, but it seemed that it would take some time before the embryo was born.

Fuhe Nami drank the canned juice in his hand in one gulp, and threw it into the trash can not far away. After looking around and seeing that there was no one else in the corridor, he immediately pointed at the embryo of the curse spirit, and with a very low The voice muttered: "The embryo of the curse spirit will be born immediately!"

This method of forcing the growth of the spell spirit will affect the strength of the spell spirit to a certain extent, but they are just doing a test now, so they don't care about the strength of the spell spirit.

The five enlightened hands hooked on Xia Youjie's shoulders, and saw the little girl retreat to their side immediately after casting the curse, and then saw a slight crackling sound from the curse spirit embryo, and it didn't take a few seconds , the outer layer chrysalis turned into fragments and fell to the ground one after another, and an extremely ugly third-level curse spirit was successfully born.

"..."

so ugly!

Fuguro Nami took a deep breath, hid behind the two high school students, poked his head out to look at the still somewhat ignorant curse spirit, and subconsciously grabbed Wujo Satoru's clothes with his little hand.

"Do you want to eat now?"

Xia Youjie nodded, looked back at the little girl behind him, put his hand on her head and rubbed it, and smiled slightly, "It's okay." Regardless of whether the smell has changed, in fact, for him It doesn't matter.

Xia Youjie didn't use much spell power to deal with the third-level spell spirit. Xia Youjie easily rolled the spell spirit into a ball. It is usually swallowed directly, only in this way can the disgusting taste of the spell be reduced in the mouth.

But this time, just when he was about to swallow it, a light and sweet strawberry smell permeated the tip of his tongue instantly. It was no longer the usual disgusting smell of vomit, but the strawberry cake smell he had eaten before.

Immediately, disbelief and shock appeared on his face, and that expression was still somewhat naive in the eyes of Gojo Satoru and Fuguro Nami.

So Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Hahahahahaha, how is it? Did Nami's spell succeed?"

Although they had already got the answer from Xia Youjie's expression, Wujo Wu still wanted to confirm again.

"Well, this time it's strawberry flavor." Xia Youjie turned his head and smiled brightly at them, scratched his head, tilted his head and asked with a smile, "I don't know what it will be next time."

The darkness that had grown up in my heart dissipated in an instant.

After changing the taste of the curse spirit, it doesn't seem too bad.

"If it's sweet—" Nami Fuguro tapped his chin with his index finger, and said a little uncertainly, "It's probably random."

After all, there are so many types of sweets in this world, no one can guarantee what kind of sweets Xia Youjie will taste.

But to have this result is already the best for him.

Xia Youjie walked up to Fu Hei Nami and leaned down slightly, putting his big hand on her head gently, "Thank you, Nami."

"No, no thanks."

Fuhe Nami suddenly became a little awkward, turned around suddenly to avoid his big hand, and walked forward with his hands behind his back, muttering: "This is not a big deal..."

Anyway, for her, it was just consuming part of her mana, but for Xia Youjie, this might be a good start.

"Jie, if that's the case, let's go catch the super magic spirit next time!"

"Okay, I have that plan too."

"correct--"

Fuguro Nami, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly turned her head to look at the two groups who were a few steps behind, her purple eyes sparkled, and there was a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"I thought about what to do to them~"

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu glanced at each other, seeing the interest in each other's eyes. At the same time, they quickly caught up with the little girl in front, putting their hands on her shoulders, and the heads of the three were very close.

"Come on, tell your brothers what you want to do to the Chanyuan family."

"Let them swallow the spell in their nightmares and enjoy the sour feeling of being surrounded by vomit."

She was sure that this nightmare would leave the Buddhist monks with an indelible fear.

"That's a good idea." Xia Youjie nodded in agreement, and after feeling relieved, he joked, "It can't just smell like vomit, maybe you can add other smells."

The three walked out of the hospital while talking.

"Little Nami~"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Fukunami stopped, and turned her head in a daze to look at the black-haired boy with iris-colored eyes who suddenly appeared behind her, staring at him for a long time unable to recover.

"...Why are you in Tokyo?"

"Because I just came here to deal with some small things." Dazai Osamu walked towards her quickly, and as he approached, the smell of blood in the air instantly became stronger.

"What about you?"

Osamu Dazai ignored the two high school students, leaned slightly to look at the pair of clear purple eyes, and smiled satisfied after seeing his own image reflected in them.

The distance was a little too close, so close that she could almost feel the breath sprayed on his face, she couldn't help but shivered, and immediately reached out her hand to his face and pushed it away.

"Dazai, you're too close to me!"

Seeing this young man, she would recall the embarrassing incident last time in her mind, and instantly lost interest in talking.

"Nami, who is this?" Gojo Satoru suddenly put his hand on Dazai Osamu's body, slightly pulling the distance between the two of them, his ice blue eyes looked at him through the sunglasses.

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do to our school girl?"

"I'm Nami's older brother~ Who are you guys?"

Osamu Dazai seemed to have noticed the existence of the two of them at this moment, holding Kuronami's little hand tightly, only showing one eye and looking at them unceremoniously.

The closer he got to Osamu Dazai, Fuguro Nami could smell the strong smell of blood on his body. He frowned and raised his eyes to look at him seriously. Only then did he realize that the boy was covered in bandages all over his body, and his right eye seemed to be injured. His right hand was wrapped in plaster and hung in front of his body, which looked very serious.

Immediately, she couldn't bear to break free from his big hand, but she was afraid that the three of them would fight, so she suddenly felt a toothache.

"Dazai, I'm going home for dinner."

"Hmm... Do you want to eat? I just happened to be hungry too, would Naomi take me home?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Nami Fukuro, staring at her with a pitiful expression on his delicate face, full of the rhythm of being heartbroken if she didn't agree.

"Wait, what's your relationship with Nami?" Gojo Satoru raised his brows, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two.

"It's brother and sister~" Osamu Dazai swept away the big hands on his shoulders, his kite-colored eyes revealed a little bit of darkness, "I'm Nami's older brother."

"what?"

Xia Youjie dug his ears, raised his eyes and glanced at Osamu Dazai, then turned his head to look at Nami Fukuro with an indescribable expression, "Nami, your brother?"

"... Ah... I guess so."

After all, he was the elder brother he recognized, and he had to be lifted up even if he fell into the pit. Fuguro Nami shrugged powerlessly, took Dazai Osamu Weiliang's hand with her small hand, and coaxed: "Dazai, don't make trouble, let's go home Let's eat."

"it is good."

Osamu Dazai suppressed the darkness in his eyes instantly, turned his head and smiled at Kuronami, and then felt a little worried: "Will Nami's family not like me?"

Although he doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, but if it's the Fukunemi family...he doesn't mind currying favor with them.

"I definitely won't like you." Gojo Satoru interjected, showing a half-smile expression, "I guess you can't take a beating with your small body."

Xia Youjie nodded in agreement, and cast a sympathetic look at Dazai Zhi.

"After all, it's—that man."

"???"

Fuguro Nami, who had no idea when her old father became so terrifying, was in a daze. Before she could figure it out, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and pulled her away.

"Nami, in the future, don't recognize your brother indiscriminately."

"Even if you want to recognize your brother, you should recognize both of us, right?"

Gojo Satoru dragged Fuhe Nami out of the hospital gate, pointed at himself and Xia Youjie, and then pressed his big hand on her head, "——this person is very dangerous, you will be betrayed without knowing it."

The six eyes can see through everything, naturally including the information revealed by Osamu Dazai.

"..."

Indeed, after all, Osamu Dazai is a person who followed Mori Ogai to mix port mafia, but...

She trusts her instincts.

Xia Youjie was one step behind the two of them, looked sideways at the boy Dazai Osamu who was a head shorter than him, and smiled slightly.

"Hi, I'm Brother Nami—Xia Youjie."

Suddenly hearing this, Osamu Dazai's eyes flickered a few times, but there was no sign of anything wrong on his face, and he said with a light smile, "Isn't Nami the only older brother of mine?"

"?!"

Fuhei Nami subconsciously wanted to refute this, but Gojo Satoru, who was quick-sighted and quick-witted, covered her mouth, directly grabbed her, turned her head and said to Xia Youjie, "Jie, let's run back!"

"Okay." Xia Youjie nodded in response.

As for whether Osamu Dazai can catch up with their speed?This is no longer within the scope of their concern.

After 10 minutes, the three finally ran back to the dormitory.

"Gojo Satoru, let me go!" Fuguro Nami struggled to jump off Gojo Satoru's shoulders, panting slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the black-haired boy who was a few steps behind.

Gojo Satoru followed her gaze and looked back, narrowing his eyes slightly: "It's not bad." It's hard to see that his small body can keep up with their footsteps.

"It's okay." Xia Youjie knocked on the door of the room. After a while, Fu Heisher opened the door, raised his eyes to look at the two high school students standing outside the door, and shifted his gaze to his daughter behind them.

"Yoxi, Teacher Fuhei!"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and greeted him heartily.

"Nami brought back your eldest son, are you happy?"

"Huh?" Fu Heisher frowned, digging his ears to wonder if he heard it wrong, "What did you say?"