Illness Men's Manual

The first step Xia Youjie took when he stepped out of the house was to release his curse spirit.

And the first order he gave was to kill all the people here.

Before the dull and ignorant villagers noticed, the ugly black curse spirit stood up from the vortex, changing the color of the situation, and the strong smell of blood was about to fill the land.

The huge mouth of the abyss swallowed the villagers who had just cursed in their ears.

He died before he could even call for help.

In an instant, the originally peaceful and quiet village was like a hell on earth, with the filth of life dripping down from the blood-covered branches and leaves.

The villagers who saw this scene fled like crazy, calling for help, and tried their best to escape from the black-haired young man who had extended a helping hand to them with a smile on his face.

"Help! Help!!"

"The conjurer killed someone! The conjurer, uh--!"

The black-haired man with clear eyebrows propped his chin with one hand, sat cross-legged on the back of the Floating Mantra, hanging high in the air, his eyes drooped lazily, as if he was resting and thinking about something.

Sitting high above this piece of purgatory, he showed compassionate eyes like a monk.

The curse spirits who had caught up with the villagers raised their heads and roared, and when they were about to crush the people in half, they were cut in half by the light of the saber!

The black shadow of the curse spirit gradually faded away, and the rescued villagers fainted from fright.

Xia Youjie's expression didn't change. He tilted his head and stared at the person who got rid of his curse spirit.

"Enough is enough."

Floating unreliably in the air with Kiriori and staring at him, she looked at the surrounding environment, and it was somewhat familiar from before, but the black soil here could not bloom that flower.

She retracted the knife and landed on the black soil, stepping on the bloody water.

As if he didn't expect that he would become this marigold blooming in front of Xia Youjie.

"what?"

Xia Youjie raised the corners of his lips and asked her.

The gentle smile that was the same as before had already undergone earth-shaking changes. After gradually collapsing along the cracks, what gushed out was this boundless sea of ​​ink.

"Are you forcing yourself to make a choice and kill, or have you already made a choice and killed?"

Frowning with Kiriori, he placed the two little girls at the door.

The smile on the corners of Xia Youjie's lips remained the same, and his knuckle fingers still supported his forehead to look at her, his eyes were gentle and tender: "Is there any difference? There is no difference between denying what I thought I was and looking for new ideas. "

"I'm still on this road, but I want to try a more shortcut and effective way."

Wuzhi blurted out: "Kill all humans?"

He sat in a corner of the ink sea, looking back.

Xia Youjie shook his head: "It's...a non-artist."

"It sounds like your idea is crazy." Wuzhi was noncommittal.

"If you say, I want to create a world without aliens, wouldn't it be crazier?"

"..."

Deathly silence.

The little girls at the door hugged each other tightly, not daring to breathe out. The outside air was even more pungent and unpleasant than the stench in the iron cage, but they were free.

They can see the sky now!

"……Do not."

Yu Wuzhi, who had been silent for a long time, slowly raised her hand to clean up the curse spirits around her. The ink stains fell on her fair cheeks, which had a concealed and suppressed beauty.

"It's called hubris."

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows slightly, but smiled and said nothing.

I don't know which string of Wuzhi was touched, she called out the narrow knife in her hand, and swung it towards Xia Youjie against the thick black color!

The surrounding blackness turned into wisps of wind and moved around her, with the tips of her hair and clothes swaying, she approached Xia Youjie at a very fast speed and cut off the curse spirit under his seat.

Xia Youjie reacted very quickly, he jumped onto the eaves with his hands supporting his floating back, stepped on the roof and landed very quickly, and waved his hands to summon a lot of magic spirits hovering beside him.

He smiled wryly.

Heterogeneous.

Of course she can't be an exception.

Xia Youjie made a few mouth movements, and the curse spirit who received the order attacked Wuzhi and Wuzhi, even though he knew it was useless——

Sure enough, the power of the gods can still stand above the curse spirit even after thousands of years of decline.

But it's just... standing on top of the curse spirit.

The curse spirits that she easily killed all turned into ink and surged in the air, surrounding them into a sea of ​​ink, and Xia Youjie seemed to be submerged in it, motionless.

He stared at her almost greedily and stubbornly, wanting to both escape and drown in this sea of ​​suffering alone.

I even want to reach out and grab her who is aloof, and go to sink with him.

Yu Wuzhi raised her chin and stared at Xia Youjie. She had never claimed that the gods had shown anything in front of the magician, but at this moment she wanted the magician in front of her to see——

What is a god and what is a different kind.

Xia Youjie was shackled by the strong air pressure, and he clearly felt that this was Wu Zhi's anger.

The wrath of the gods.

He had to half-kneel down, and the knotted hair fell loose, and the distinct strands of hair fell on his shoulders.

But Xia Youjie was smiling.

He raised his head and stared at Wuzhi, with inextricable obsession and greed in his eyes.

"Since when did you magicians think that this is a human world?"

Xia Youjie laughed and coughed a few times, his breathing gradually became difficult, his elegant and handsome eyebrows were stained with a little bit of bewitching depression, he slowly covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and sighed softly with his thin lips: "Non-artists... are the derivatives." source of disaster."

Wu Zhi laughed back angrily: "Is this your root therapy?"

"For a person like you who can't distinguish between the precious and the ugly of human nature, what gave you the courage to make this choice?"

"Why do you? Conjurer?"

Xia Youjie didn't refute, but quietly looked at Wuzhi, watching her expression of speaking out for human beings, gradually changing from inorganic and cold to... approaching human beings.

"Have you ever questioned that those weak people hiding under the guns are not worthy of being protected with their lives at all?"

"Among the wishes you have fulfilled, are there any wishes that are not worthy of your fulfillment at all?"

The good and bad of the weak, once this kind of deviation appears confusion.

The concept that the strong should protect the weak will collapse. He despises those non-magicians, but should sacrifice his life to protect them. Who will correct his most correct concept?

He covered his mouth, and the sea of ​​ink formed by the curse spirits around him made his stomach start to churn.

Nausea.

Absorbing the malice of the curse spirit, but still facing the malice from the world.

"When did it change?"

Xia Youjie muttered in his mouth, trying to hate what Wuzhi and Wuzhi did that broke the current balance, but he couldn't help thinking of her, describing the unspeakable gesture in his mind.

Will such a him have unspeakable evil thoughts and curse himself one day?

"No."

A crisp voice interrupted his thoughts, and Wuzhi glanced at him, and said coldly: "Whether it's ugly or good wishes, those are the sources that maintain our own existence."

Talking with Wuzhi, he gradually lowered his eyes, "Human beings are composed of various desires, emotions, likes and dislikes, and their nature is chaotic."

"Even you, too, have had evil thoughts that you despise."

Even though the thoughts buried in his heart were seen through, Xia Youjie still looked calm. He withdrew his offensive and patted the floating ink on his shoulder.

"This kind of thinking is probably because Kiriori was born from these evils."

Yu Wuzhi did not deny that good and evil are inseparable, and even now she doesn't understand why she said this to Xia Youjie.

It's just instinct... to refute him.

I want to tell him something, and I want the arrogant conjurer in front of me to understand one thing——

The more You Wuzhi thought about it, the more he felt that the layers of fog in his mind had been cleared away, and he repeatedly raised questions that he had never looked at directly, good and evil, the nature of chaos...

What did she realize at this moment.

The current Su Nuo is pure evil, and things that are too pure cannot be killed.

The physical Buddha she killed thousands of years ago was righteous to him, so by the same token, it will definitely exist in this world.

Those are engraved in the soul, no, the key to the composition of the soul.

"Mist, Master Mist..."

The two little girls who embraced each other made timid voices.

Xia Youjie looked at them, shook off the blood from his hands and walked towards the little girl, then squatted down and touched their heads.

"Will you come with me?"

The little girl subconsciously took a few steps back and looked at Wuzhi from a distance.

"Do you want to follow her?" Xia Youjie laughed, raised his eyebrows and said half-truthfully, "That's my lord, I don't need such small servants, when you become stronger... become strong enough, then you will be able to follow her." Qualified to follow her."

The little girl bit her lower lip, she still wanted to hear Master Wuzhi herself.

Xia Youjie sighed helplessly, Wuzhi's attraction really does not distinguish between men and women and ages, and fortunately such people are gods, otherwise this world will become more and more chaotic.

He was thinking about it when her voice came from behind him.

"Xia Youjie."

The sea of ​​ink surging around was blown away, and the fresh breath of the mountains and streams came out in an instant. This soft call was so different from the past, that he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Good and evil are the chaotic essence of human beings, and they are also the essence that cannot be eliminated."

"..."

Xia Youjie remained silent, thinking about her words quietly, but was interrupted when he opened his mouth slightly.

Yuwuzhi said firmly: "But it can be assimilated and changed."

Infinite possibilities are created by transformation.

Assimilation and change?

Xia Youjie raised his chin, blinked slowly, and there was a trace of coolness in his warm brows.

"I guess I don't have the patience and time..."

"Ugh..."

The little girl shrank back in fear and sobbed softly.

Yu Wuzhi's eyes suddenly became cold, staring at Xia Youjie's back almost drew his sword again.

Xia Youjie: "..."

He helplessly raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow with his thumb, stood up with the other hand on his waist, glanced at the surviving villagers, and exhaled foul air.

Really...

no way.

Xia Youjie laughed unexpectedly, looking at the red and white light and shadow coming out of the mountain scenery, he covered the corners of his lips with the back of his hand, narrowed his narrow fox eyes, and looked at the mess of the village.

"Then what about these?"

"You figure it out yourself."

Yuri sneered and came to the two little girls.

"You don't really think I'll be persuaded by your few words, do you?" Xia Youjie rolled up his blood-stained cuffs, took off the hair tie wrapped around his wrist, and tied up his hair again.

The white shirt had already been stained with a lot of ink and blood, but the smile was unexpectedly refreshing.

"That's the path you chose, so it has nothing to do with me." Yuwuzhi touched the heads of the two little girls, but these two children were really not suitable to stay in the shrine.

Xia Youjie tied up her hair, and said with a smile: "Let me take these two children with me. If you are worried, you can come and see them at any time."

Yuwuzhi raised his eyebrows: "Have you decided?"

What about Gojo Satoru?

"Hmm." Xia Youjie copied his pockets with both hands, looking up at the vast sky, he could see everything in his eyes, the hair on his forehead was gently swaying, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"There are always exceptions."

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"By the way, I heard that Satoru seems to have found out about you, my lord."