Has wtw entered the necropolis?

Those colorful eyes looked at her with surprise.

Conjurers - humans with spell power, compared to other ordinary humans, their fleshy blood is extraordinarily delicious, and it is equivalent to the nutrition of a hundred people.

As long as you eat one, it can be worth not eating for several years.

It's just a pity that conjurers have always been very difficult creatures, and they are more difficult to deal with than those of the ghost killing team hundreds of years ago. In addition, they still maintain the physique of ghosts and cannot bask in the sun, so they can only come out at night , and even only when the human fear of them reaches a certain level again, can they reappear.

This was the first conjurer that Tong Mo met after reappearing in the world, so he was inevitably a little excited.

It's just that they know very little about conjurers. Although that adult has tried to study creatures such as conjurers, the information he can find is very limited.

Tong Mo sat up again, without the slightest annoyance at her actions, with a gentler smile on his face: "Is this your technique? It's really interesting."

Nami Fugumin raised her brows slightly, and stood up from the cushion. Before the other party figured out her technique, she would not be so stupid as to explode herself.

"It's not." She took out the big horn from her schoolbag and played with it in her hand, and said with a smile, "It's just some tricks that any conjurer would know."

Looking at the indifference in those purple eyes, Tong Mo felt a strange feeling in his heart, but he couldn't explain the reason for this feeling.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Fuguro Nami, ten years old this year!"

Beads of sweat were already dripping from the hand holding the loudspeaker tightly, and Fukura Nami's face was still calm. She knew that if she showed any tricks, she would lose the opportunity.

"It's the first time we met, I'm Tong Mo."

Tong Mo took down the pupils on his head, revealing the more conspicuous top of his head, and smiled very happily.

"Then Nami, would you like to talk to me about conjurers?" Tong Mo tilted his head, shaking the golden fan in his hand, "I'm really interested in the existence of conjurers."

He glanced up and down Fuhe Nami, thinking about keeping her in captivity for a few years, and when she was an adult, the taste would probably be even better.

"It just so happens that I'm also very interested in you." Seeing that he had no intention of doing anything, Fuhenami pressed the horn to his lips, "Before that, let me introduce to you what a conjurer is."

Tong Mo just felt bored, so he immediately nodded with a smile, "Okay." As for the bit of hostility leaked by the little girl, he directly threw it behind his head and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"I want Tong Mo to block all the magic power!"

This time, Fukura Nami did not continue to hide, and used the spell to the extreme as soon as he opened his mouth. The moment the voice just fell, the loudspeaker in his hand was almost shattered.

She clicked her tongue, and immediately retreated to a safe distance, looking at the super magic spirit who was under her domain but knew nothing about it.

"What is this?" Tong Mo instantly felt that the magic power in his body could no longer be used, and he suddenly became interested, "Is the magic power blocked? It's really interesting."

But it's a pity that besides being a super-level curse spirit, he is also a winding ghost.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Fukhinami's heart suddenly thumped, and a bad premonition arose.

Tong Mo stood up, smoothed the wrinkled hem of his clothes, folded the fan and tapped it on his chin, "It's a pity, losing the magic power doesn't have much impact on me."

"It doesn't have much impact?" Fukunami frowned, slightly confused about what he meant.

Isn't this guy a super magic spirit... How could it have no effect.

Tong Mo spread his fan to cover half of his face, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, "Because I am the second of the twelve ghost moons." He paused, and seeing Fuguro Nami's expression change slightly, he continued: " I especially like to eat girls."

"........."

What kind of creature is this?

Fuguro Nami's brain was spinning rapidly, and the hand hanging by her side was slightly clenched into a fist, her heart was so calm that there was no emotion, as if the person standing in front of her was not a super magic spirit of unknown strength.

"Ghost? Still like to eat girls?" She chuckled, pointing her fingers in front of her eyes, curling her lips, "Let me guess what ghosts are most afraid of?"

"You don't have to guess, I'll tell you directly. Our man-eating ghosts are only afraid of the sun—" Tong Mo blinked, in a good mood, and even said their weaknesses as ghosts, because——

"There are still five or six hours before the sun appears."

So can the little girl successfully escape from his clutches?The seasoning finally appeared in the boring years, and Tong Mo suddenly became interested in her.

Even if you don't eat, you can stay and play with him.

Fuguro Nami took out his mobile phone to check the time, sent a message to Gojo Satoru and others casually, and then nodded: "Indeed."

The night had only just begun, and if she had really waited for the sun to appear to save her, by then she probably wouldn't even have any bones left.

"Although there is no sun now, it doesn't mean I can't make sunshine."

Tong Mo was stunned: ...?

"Ala, does Nami want to fight with me?" He shook the golden fan, as if he was a bit unhappy, "I don't want to attack you~ Why don't we use the remaining time to have a good chat?"

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

With a bang, the closed paper door was kicked open from the outside, and then a man in a black shirt strode in. There was a strange spell clinging to his shoulder, and his eyes locked on Tong Mo instantly.

"Father?!" Fuhe Nami was startled, and walked quickly to his side. Before he could stand still, he pulled him behind him. The man glanced at her with lowered eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "The field is unfolding!" ?”

"Well, it unfolded."

She nodded, she was ready to kill the other party directly with a sun, but she didn't expect the old father to come.

"Stand at the back, leave this guy to me." Fu Heisher grinned bloodthirstyly, and pulled out the Tianni Hoko from Ugly Treasure's stomach with one hand. A stinky boy, really boring, now finally came an interesting guy.

"it is good."

Fuguro Nami immediately found a place to stand up, and calmly added layers of buffs to his old father.

"Huh? How did you break in?" When Tong Mo saw Fu Heisher, he was stunned for a few seconds, then shook the golden fan and tapped it on his head lightly, quite disgusted, "Also, I don't like it." man."

"It just so happens that I don't like men either." Fuheshier twisted his neck, made a few crisp crackling sounds, turned and glanced at his daughter, "Nami, stay away later."

Looking at the black-haired man in front of him, the looming foreboding in Tong Mo's heart seemed to become stronger.

When I had this premonition earlier, I was still talking to that... well, what's his name, he seemed to be the pillar of the Ghost Killing Team, but unfortunately, it's been so long that he can't remember the other party clearly.

He just vaguely remembered that the other party had killed him.

What a lovely memory.

"Blood ghost art lotus leaf ice!"

Even if they die, the vampire art engraved deep in the soul will not be forgotten, and will even be used here with their reappearance.

The colorful eyes flashed slightly, and Tong Mo jumped up from the ground, waving the golden fan in his hand, and many lotus-shaped ice crystals appeared in the air in an instant, spinning and rushing towards the father and daughter Fu Hei at an extremely fast speed.

The air cools drastically.

Fu Heisher still stood still, and raised his hand to wipe off the layer of frost above his eyelashes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by silently, and the ice crystals in the air instantly turned into dust and dissipated, even Tong Mo didn't see what was going on.

Tong Mo's pupils constricted slightly, and his gaze immediately shifted to Fuguro Nami who was standing behind, licked his lips, and subconsciously asked: "Nami, can I know what you did?"

The black-haired man didn't do anything, but the strange feeling brought to him by the little girl became more and more intense. Tong Mo subconsciously believed that it was her technique.

"No." Although Fu Hei Nami was standing by the door, she was still affected a lot, wiped off the thin layer of ice on her face, and exhaled a white mist, "Your blood ghost technique is ice."

In her brain, the vampire technique is automatically equivalent to the technique, although there may be some differences between the two, but the difference seems extremely small at this moment.

"Then—" Fukura Nami did not answer his question, but stretched out a finger, his purple eyes reflected Tong Mo's appearance, and said crisply: "The ice blood ghost technique is prohibited."

As soon as her words fell, Fuheisher looked back at her, frowning slightly, "Nami—" He didn't say anything, but Fuheisher instantly understood what he meant.

"Ok."

She curled her lips, waved her hand and removed the spell just now.

"I'll go to Gojo Wujo and them."

Throwing down these words, Fuguro Nami turned around and ran out without unlocking the field expansion, otherwise the buff applied to the old father would lose its effect. Since the old father wanted to play refreshingly, then she left the space give it to them.

Meanwhile, on the other side

"What kind of creature is this?" Gojo Satoru patted the shoulder of his best friend beside him, pointing to the man with peach-red hair standing in a hidden corner, "Special grade? No, it seems that there are other things..." But that kind of thing is a bit difficult describe.

The other party seemed to be aware of their existence, turned his head and raised his eyes to meet them, and at the same time revealed the eyes engraved with winding and three respectively.

"Superior curse spirit."

Xia Youjie's expression became solemn in an instant, and a super-level curse spirit appeared behind him in an instant. He turned his head to look at Wujo Wu, whose expression also became serious, "Wu, this guy is many times stronger than the super-level we met before."

It's a super class that has never been registered, and it's just that the naked eye can't tell how strong the opponent is.

"Indeed. It's an interesting new breed of super." Gojo Satoru finally gave up using Six Eyes, after all, this kind of thing is too much of a brain, "Jie, let's kill him quickly, and then go in to save Nami."

"She must be crying in fright now, waiting for our hero to save her."

The corner of Xia Youjie's mouth twitched, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl running over from the other end of the corridor, and suddenly smiled, "I don't think so, she's already here."

"What—" Gojo Satoru also saw the increasingly clear figure, curled his lips, and scratched his head in displeasure, "I thought I could tease her."

But for now, let's get rid of the special one in front of us first.

Seeing the two parties who seemed to be confronting each other, Fukunaiya gradually slowed down his pace.

"Am I late?"