The Mystery of Fangshi Edo

Early in the morning, Tokyo High School.

"Let me see... there are three second-level warlocks in total, and five assistant supervisors. For the sake of safety, there is a new quasi-first-level warlock?"

The black-haired, red-eyed woman raised her eyebrows and looked at the list of personnel in her hand. It was written on it that they were all those who stayed at the high school during the exchange meeting.

"With such a big battle, is it a little too nervous?"

"The number of people barely reaching the passing line, if possible, I would like to add more people." Ye Mozheng said in a calm tone, "So I called you here temporarily."

Serizawa Chieda showed a puzzled expression.

"The Tokyo-Kyoto sister school exchange meeting is an important platform for conjurers to understand the strength of the students, and they must be cautious." Principal Ye Moth explained, "From them, you can get a glimpse of the future of the entire conjuration world."

"So that's it. I thought it was just a high school sports meeting..." She suddenly smiled apologetically, "Understood, I will do my best to maintain the safety of this place."

"Have you visited the area in charge of inspection?"

"Well, I've been there many times."

"Don't force yourself after the task starts. If you encounter special circumstances, try to follow other people's actions."

"Oh……"

Listening to the principal's instructions, Chiemi Serizawa suddenly had a subtle feeling of being treated like a daughter.

It's rare.

She quickly put this feeling behind her, and after carefully listening to the principal's instructions, she looked at the map and prepared to join other warlocks.

"There is one last thing." The man wearing sunglasses stopped her, "Satoru asked me to tell you—'If you know about that guy, tell Yoshino Junpei after the exchange meeting.'"

Qian Zhishi blinked: "Excuse me, what are you talking about?"

"I don't know, I just pass on a message to the troublesome guy."

Night Moth Zhengdao didn't say much.

He knew that Gojo Satoru couldn't speak directly because of long-term plans, but if he just said some empty comforting words to Yoshino Junpei, it might only be regarded as a teacher performing his duties.

Serizawa Chie is different.

As an experiencer of the Xiushui incident, it is entirely reasonable for her to say something.

"A request from the strongest conjurer... well, it's really heavy." She turned her arms and smiled, "but please leave it to me."

……

A hospital in Setagaya, Tokyo.

Mrs. Purgatory sat by the hospital bed, wiping the sweat off her sleeping son's forehead.

"The doctor said that Tao Julang's condition has gradually stabilized and he can go home for treatment." Mr. Purgatory returned to the ward, carrying a bag of medicine just taken, and said to his wife, "I'll drive the car over now, you rest first a while."

Purgatory Momojuro's parents have been busy since midnight.

The reason is very bizarre. Last night, they all dreamed of a strange young man who couldn't see his face clearly. The man kept telling them that something happened to Taoshourou. I hurriedly went to my son's room to take a look, and found that Tao Shoulang had a high fever.

"You haven't slept almost all night, so you can't drive. You may have to trouble your neighbors. You can call Mr. Zaomen and ask him for help." Mrs. Purgatory rationally stopped her husband, but her brows were still frowning. It's fine, why did you suddenly get sick..."

And when Tao Shoulang was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night, he woke up once.

Those golden-red eyes were a little different from the boy's usual feeling, as if they were burning with some kind of older and firmer feelings.

For a moment, as a mother, she felt strange.

"Don't think too much about it, wait until he recovers..."

Before Mr. Purgatory finished speaking, the phone rang suddenly, so he put down the medicine and hurried out of the ward.

"Hey?"

"Hello, Mr. Purgatory."

A calm female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"My name is Miyaya Shiki Kyouya, I am calling this time because I need to tell you and your wife..."

……

"Even if you keep staring at me like that, I don't know what you want to express."

Somewhere in an unremarkable corner coffee shop, the young man put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at the samurai sitting opposite him with a wry smile.

Fortunately, this ghost has recently gotten used to the state of having two eyes, otherwise it might cause riots.

"While helping the curse spirit... and helping humans at the same time, what do you want to do?" Ji Guoyansheng asked.

"So Mr. Yan Sheng was there yesterday?" Fang Shi Yangming took a sip of coffee, then clicked his tongue and began to put sugar in it, "I thought you were not interested, so I went home early."

Last night, after he found that Purgatory Momojuro, who had regained his memory, had a fever, he not only informed the Purgatory family's parents of the incident, but also informed the Ubayashiki clan of the matter at a public telephone booth through the phone he had transcribed earlier.

"I know what you did..."

"Then you didn't stop me, and you thought you had a grudge against the members of the Demon Slayer Squad." Fang Shi Yangming slightly raised his eyebrows, his expression surprised, "For example, you directly killed Purgatory Momoshourou while I wasn't paying attention."

Of course, if he was really going to do this, he would not stand by.

"The grievances with the Ghost Killing Team are all old..." Yan Sheng looked away, as if he was not interested in this topic, "I seem to...began to forget some things recently."

Those attachments and pains that have been accumulated deep in the memory for many years began to fade away, like a gradually fading scroll.

Maybe it's the novelty of the day at work, or maybe it's something else.

Sometimes he almost forgot that he was a ghost, forgot that he used to be a ghost, forgot that he had killed so many people, and instead communicated with netizens like a human being, walked around, chatted with friends...and allies.

It's really ironic, it's clearly an old afterimage that should have disappeared long ago, but only at this time did I realize what it means to be "alive".

"I also think that proper forgetting is a good thing, and it can greatly improve the happiness of life." After adding sugar, Fang Shi Yangming felt that this cup of coffee could finally be drunk normally. "How about you write a book when you are free? Things that are willing to think about are often forgotten faster after they are written down."

"..."

Ji Guoyansheng lowered his head, as if he was really thinking about this proposal.

After a while, the young man suddenly remembered something and asked casually, "By the way, Mr. Yansheng."

"What's the matter?"

"Is the time you have been able to contact the present world longer than before?"

The samurai was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "...Maybe."

……

Tokyo High School, in a quiet room.

With a whistling sound, a talisman paper pasted on the wall was covered by red flames.

The leading teacher of the Kyoto school, Angeji, looked at the screen following the students, and the low-level magic spirit in the screen was gradually reduced to ashes, but the black-haired first-year student who killed it didn't even look at it, and manipulated the shikigami to go deep into the forest. Moving around, the huge jellyfish deftly shuttled between the trees.

"This kid...is his name Yoshino Junpei? I remember the information said that he just transferred from another school a month ago?"

I thought that this kind of child who had just been exposed to the magic world would be inferior to other students, but I didn't expect to work so hard.

"That's right, it's all thanks to some people's extremely poor arrangements, you're right, Principal Leyan Temple." Wujo Wudao.

Regardless of other things, at least in terms of the results, Yoshino Junpei did witness the scene of his neighbor and friend 'death' in front of him that day.

Gojo Satoru does not want students to grow up in this way.

"Since choosing to become a magician, life and death are inevitable. The child is just fully aware of what kind of path he has chosen."

Leyan Temple Jiashen took his time and staggered his thorny words.

The teacher wearing the blindfold wanted to say something more, but found that Noctua Moth looked at him disapprovingly, so he shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch the battle.

……

At the same time, the periphery of the high school.

The auxiliary supervisors who stayed at the high school kept monitoring the situation back and forth, and the warlocks basically stood in their patrol area to avoid moving, so that if something happened, no matter which area they could respond quickly.

"The third inspection in the east is over, and there is no abnormality."

"Yes, received."

Serizawa Chieda put down the walkie-talkie and stretched her arm.

Every 10 minutes or so, I will receive news from the auxiliary supervision in my own area, and the defense line here is very strict.

"It won't happen at all... No, it's unlucky to say that." She waved her hand in front of her mouth, and then continued to look at the rather beautiful scenery of Gaozhuan idly.

Since he was found by Noctua Moth Zhengdao a year ago, he has entered the magic world for a long time without knowing it.

What will be done in the future?Working here?Or develop elsewhere...

Anyway, it's great that the conjurer has a salary. She was kicked out of Sanche's house since she was a child and sent to Xiushui. She doesn't even remember her parents' faces. She is alone and there is no pressure.

"Just do whatever you want..."

Thinking of this, Qianzhi suddenly felt that the inspection report in her area hadn't come for more than 10 minutes. She was just about to ask, when she heard the voice of an auxiliary supervisor from another area on the walkie-talkie.

"Public channel, this is West District 2. It is found that ordinary people have entered by mistake and are moving to the North District. Please respond immediately."

At such a time, what ordinary people would...

But she suddenly remembered Fang Shi Yangming who ran to Xiushui in the middle of the night for no reason two years ago, so she changed her mind.

Or maybe 'ordinary people' just like to go off the beaten path?

"What does that average person you're talking about look like?" another auxiliary supervisor asked him over the intercom.

"Uh, it looks like a child who has run away into the forest. There seems to be a scar on his face... Oh no, is that thread?"

"……where?"

"what?"

"I ask you where it went!"

"Don't be so excited...?"

"Damn it, that's a curse spirit, a super curse...!"

There was a crackling sound from the intercom, and then nothing.

Qianzhi was stunned for a moment, then turned on the walkie-talkie: "Hello?"

Waited for a while, no response.

"Is anyone there? ... Is there anyone else here!?"

There was still no movement, obviously there were so many other people deployed besides myself, but no response came.

Either there's a communication problem, or...

Thinking of the worst possibility, the young woman hissed and quickly sent the news of the invasion to Noctuma Zhengdao.

The moment she clicked send——

In the depths of the school not far away, a giant tree like a city wall suddenly rose from the ground.

Qianeda's red eyes suddenly widened, staring there for a few seconds involuntarily, and then heard a message notification from the mobile phone.

[Quickly come to meet] From: Principal Ye Moth.

It's not 'quick to inspect', but 'quick to meet'.

The headmaster seemed to really treat her like a junior.

"But it's useless to meet up at this time! It's obvious that someone is making noise." She frowned and wanted to call, but no one answered after waiting for a while.

I'm afraid they are too busy over there, and there is no way to divide the staff.

All the assistant supervisors who have contact information are out of contact. At this time, they can only rely on two legs.

But then it would be too late, no matter what the enemy's purpose was.

So Qian Zhishi didn't think too much, and ran to West 2 District where the accident happened.

The author has something to say:

得想办法让千枝实教训（物理）真人一顿。感谢在2021-03-1710:19:32~2021-03-1809:23:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 ghost fog;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Ziozion, swallow 1 alone;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 80 bottles of Follow the Dream; 20 bottles of Luoshu; 10 bottles of Human Soul;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!