Illness Men's Manual

"There are still two missing."

Holding arms with Wuori, staring at the eighteen fingers in her specially made sealed box.

She was thoughtful: "Isn't there a high school..."

In the middle of speaking, there was a clear swallowing sound in the silent shrine, she stopped her tone and raised her eyes, looking at the row of curse spirits in front of her.

"..."

The real person never hides his desires, Hua Yu is good at forbearance, and there is no difference between the clepsydra and Tuo Gen as usual.

He and Wuzhi looked straight at Fuhesher in the corner.

The other party raised his eyebrows, and looked back rather arrogantly, with one hand resting on his muscular waist, and the white trouser belt was swaying.

He raised a not-so-friendly smile at her, lowered the corners of his eyes, and licked his thumb seductively.

Yu Wuzhi looked away expressionlessly, and continued: "Gaozhuan lost two fingers, Tianyuan is basically like a dead wood, so don't worry about it, that is to say, he was taken away before we came."

Being able to take something from the school's respectful Master Tian Yuan so swaggeringly, it is estimated that the case will be solved soon.

The clepsydra seemed a little excited, and the old and hoarse voice raised its voice: "There are only two last ones left! As long as you find the container of Su Nuo, you can liberate the world where the curse spirit exists..."

"That is impossible."

Yuwuori spoke lightly, she closed the box, and the seal began to weaken with more and more fingers.

Su Nuo's soul was awakened the moment he saw her, but it was always sealed with Wuzhi. If he really found a container to wake up, those seals were equivalent to nothing in front of Su Nuo.

Although this malice and power are very attractive, they are poisonous and deadly traps.

"What did you say!?"

Leu Hu's one-eyed stared wide, and she asked Wuzhi excitedly: "The ghosts and gods in ancient times, Su Nuo, known as the king of curses, just wake him up—!?"

"It's just being called by later generations." Yu Wuzhi interrupted it by lowering his eyes, how could he not understand the expectation in Leuhu's heart, but it was doomed to be impossible.

"To be precise, he is neither a curse spirit nor a ghost."

"He's human."

When it came to the end, Wuzhi's voice gradually lowered, Zhenren and Hanayu were stunned at the same time, even though they had imagined countless possibilities, the answer she said was indeed unimaginable.

"What are you kidding!?"

Yuwuzhi sighed, straightened his face and said coldly: "Even if he is the king of curses in your mouth, he is still a high-ranking ghost, I can guarantee it."

"He will definitely not stand on the side of the curse spirit."

She may not know Su Nuo well enough, but such an absolute self always does things as he pleases, and his eyes are full of ants and plants.

Su Nuo is an existence that doesn't care about position and balance.

Leu Hu couldn't speak for a while, and stood there in a daze, looking a bit like a widowed old man.

"Without Su Nuo, you can't do anything."

It blends with the fog weaving eyes and the night, deserted and clear, full of the brilliance of the moonlight.

"Is the freedom and equality pursued by the curse spirit only based on the help of chasing power?"

In an instant, the wind rushed into the shrine.

The branches and leaves whirled, and Fuheisher, who was standing by the window, rubbed his chin with his fingertips.

Leuhu was stunned for a while, the corner of its mouth squirmed, and the next moment it burst into an angry cry that resounded through the night sky: "Fart! Will our curse spirits be the kind of existence that relies on other people to achieve their goals!?"

"We are more real than human beings, and more thirsty for liberation!"

"We have a longer lifespan and faith to pursue our goals, how can we be above the constraints and strength!?"

"Even if it's not me who laughs out loud after a hundred years!"

"I will also bring the era of the wilderness back!"

After panting, Leuhu finished talking behind her hands, turned around and didn't look at Su Nuo's fingers, the volcano above her head was still emitting sparks, but Yu Wuzhi didn't scold it, but pursed her lips and smiled.

"It's not bad, Leu Hu, it's a bit impressive."

The real person wrapped Leu Hu's shoulders with a smile, and patted the top of his head, "Even if it's a companion, it should be replaced by 'we', right?"

Hana nodded silently.

"Hmph, you don't seem to be conscious at all except for eating, drinking and having fun!" Leo Hu snorted coldly, but she didn't slap the real person away, and still turned her back to sulk.

"Don't say that, we are all free while pursuing our goals." Zhenren narrowed his eyes happily, but he still looks forward to the coming of Su Nuo, which must be his favorite chaotic world.

"Wow, is this plotting out loud?"

Fu Heisher leaned lazily by the window, his smooth and strong body looked like a sculpture under the moonlight, and the scar at the corner of his mouth added a unique charm to the originally handsome and resolute face.

"Anyway, everyone is not human, so it doesn't matter." The real man curled his lips, gray-blue colors surged in his unpredictable eyes, and he turned his head to wrap around Wuzhi.

"I really like this kind of fog weave..."

He stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, his eyes began to rest on her feet lazily, like inhaling too much catnip, just being in the same room was unbearable.

"cough."

Hua Yu coughed, and turned her head to look out the window somewhat unnaturally.

Tuogen also rubbed against the corner of her clothes.

And Wuzhi: "..."

What exactly is going on.

Creatures like mantra spirits turned out to be completely faithful to their desires.

It made Yu Wuzhi, who was transformed into catnip, feel a little hard to swallow, but fortunately, Fu Heishi paused, walked to Yu Wuzhi's side and pulled her out of the pile of spells with big hands.

"The work is over, let's go and eat."

Apart from anything else, he pulled Wuzhi out of the shrine, and Wuzhi also took advantage of the situation to escape, observing the situation of Fuheshier from time to time. It stands to reason that the artifact would not have an excessive impact, right?

Fu Heisher sneered, his voice hoarse and rambunctious: "What are you worried about, Miss, it's just this level, I've been used to it for a long time."

"What do you mean I've been used to it for a long time, are you sick too?" Yuri frowned, and when he heard such similar words, he thought of a white-haired crazy cat that had just gotten rid of.

"Ah, maybe." He walked forward casually.

It's not serious enough to spit flowers.

Fuheshier, who was naturally keen, noticed the petal fragments in Gojo Satoru's palm at that time.

What to eat in the middle of the night.

The two wandered in the woods for a long time, but finally ran to the streets of Tokyo.

One god and one dead spirit, standing on the streets of a night market in Tokyo where people come and go.

And Wuzhi: "..."

No one can see them at all.

It's like two transparent people standing here, looking like fools.

"As the master of the artifact, I have to tell you that the undead don't need to eat, so what's going on with you?" You Wuzhi frowned, thinking of the last experience, his face darkened faintly.

"I don't know, I'm just very hungry." Fu Heisher put his hands on his head and walked down the street.

The pace is loose, free shuttle in the crowd.

Colorful neon lights scattered over his shoulders, and he squinted comfortably.

"Usually, I don't think so, but after I die, I realize that these lights on the street are really pretty."

Fu Heisher's slow tone, mixed with a bit of casual exclamation, made the black-haired man come alive for a moment.

Yuwuzhi was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously blurted out: "Do you regret it, do you want to continue living?"

"I remember I promised you one thing."

Fu Heisher paused, and looked back at her.

The girl's red and white embroidered kimono looks extremely disobedient in this bustling street, but it also seems to be forcibly painted with fireworks, making it extremely moving.

Blurred the surrounding vision, making her figure more eye-catching and profound.

He moved his Adam's apple slightly, and looked away lazily.

"not yet."

Fu Heisher walked into an izakaya around the corner quite skillfully, the lights inside were dim, and he automatically took a bottle of the most expensive wine from the wine rack behind the boss.

Then he sat in the corner and raised Erlang's legs, performed a bare-handed opening of the bottle cap for Wuzhi, and took two gulps.

Yuwuzhi choked up: "I think..."

"Do you want to give money?" Fu Heisher didn't care, long black eyelashes cast a small shadow, seemed to remember something, curled his lips: "Hey, my wallet is still in the ugly treasure, should I return it?" .”

"Even if I give you, you have no money to pay the bill." Yuwuzhi sat opposite him and looked at the surrounding environment.

Fu Heisher's eyes darkened, he put down the wine bottle and said, "What do you mean?"

"I have spent all your money." Yuwuzhi remained calm, and even picked up his wine bottle to observe.

The people here are basically all drunk, the boss is busy greeting the drunks, and no one cares about the empty wine bottles in the corner.

Fu Heisher's face darkened, never expecting to be planted here.

"Fulfilling my promise, I spent 20 billion to buy your child back from the Chanyuan home."

"..." Fu Heisher twitched the corner of his mouth, tapped the table with his fingertips, and corrected her, holding back his anger: "Attention, it cost me."

When Fu Heisher was asked to make the artifact with Wuzhi, the condition of the transaction was that she arrange Fu Heihui.

"What happened to your son spending your money?"

Yuwuzhi glanced at him, not only confident, but also felt that Fuheisher had a lot to do.

She can still think calmly about other things, but she has almost no knowledge of money.

Fu Heisher tugged at the corner of his mouth with a scar, knowing the cannibalistic nature of the Chanyuan family, he said angrily: "Spending 20 billion is too much, right? Even that brat from the Wutiao family would not dare to ask such a high price?! "

Did he plan to entrust it to Gojo Satoru before he died?

Frowning with Wuzhi: "For the Yusanjia, a child who has inherited the ancestral technique is invaluable in itself, so it's not a big deal."

Fu Heisher sneered, "But those idiots don't know it yet, so it's taking advantage of you."

"Even if the family of the Chanyuan knew about it, they would definitely try their best to treat him with food, clothing, housing and transportation like Wujo Wu, and there is no need to arrange it." Yu Wuzhi lowered his eyes and took a sip.

"You really think so?"

"..."

Inexplicably, Yuwuzhi thought of that pure white child, who happened to be an untouchable white snow lotus on the top of the snow. Those blue eyes that were frozen seemed to be able to freeze everything, and he could not feel the temperature and emotion at all.

Even surrounded by thousands of people, he is still alone.

"In short, I have already arranged it, you can go and have a look."

"No need." Fu Heisher snatched the wine bottle from Wuzhi's hand, took a few sips, tried to use alcohol to numb his feeling of losing money, and laughed hoarsely.

"What's so interesting about an irresponsible father who turned into a ghost and entrusted a poor god, only to spend his own money to buy him back and secretly visit him?"

After finishing speaking, he sneered again, raised his head and prepared to continue pouring: "I will do such a warm thing?"

Really spicy, this wine.

Yuwuzhi looked at it coldly, then stood up suddenly, tore off the wine bottle in his hand and threw it out, stretched out his palm and forced Fu Heisher to change back into the appearance of a divine weapon and held it in his hand.

"meeting."

"Then get rid of poverty for me."