Illness Men's Manual

Did that guy deliberately hit the knife to get close?

Just this level of trauma...

Yuwuzhi stared at his translucent fingers for a while, and there was a strange ringing sound from his pocket when he approached. The breath was very familiar, like a device infused with divine power.

Thousands of years ago, during the chaotic war, not only conjurers but also ghosts and gods from all walks of life appeared on the scene. At that time, many conjurer families collected artifacts and borrowed the protection of gods.

With the disappearance of the gods, these things are rare.

Where is he from?

In the second half of the night, the streets were quiet and silent, and the dim street lights flickered into a strange space.

The object in the silver-haired boy's hand and the edge hidden under the sunglasses seemed ominous that a planet out of orbit was about to collide. She stopped and looked slightly behind her.

A figure stands on the fence of a house.

"Yo! Old acquaintance!"

The purple-haired boy in a tracksuit and a triangular scarf stood upright with his pockets in his hands, and his blue pupils shone faintly in the dark, just like cat pupils glowing at night.

Yuri was stunned for a moment, it was indeed a familiar face, and a face she didn't really want to see.

Now that she didn't even bother to act, she lazily said, "Why are you here?"

"Alas……"

The purple-haired boy jumped down nimbly and approached Wuzhi, sniffing at the tip of his nose, showing a shocked expression: "It turned out to be true, why? Is Gao Tianyuan finally unable to get along?"

He and Wuzhi pursed their lips to look at him, and broke into the radiant blue scene in each other's eyes.

Unlike the blue pupils of the silver-haired conjurer before, there was no bright light in the blue eyes in front of him, the dim light was like a ghost lamp perched on the other side, and the smile was hazy and empty.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

And Wuzhi slowly said: "The God of Misfortune."

"Hey, my name is Yato." The purple-haired boy paused, his delicate and handsome silhouette gradually appeared under the streetlight, and his slightly childish face was also somewhat dissatisfied.

"Curse me to death when we meet, gods should be more friendly to each other, right?"

He showed a strange expression, glanced at the blood on her skirt and the breath he sensed, and exaggerated with his cat eyes widened: "I was discovered by the magician? Isn't it too bad? You won't die?"

Curse each other ah this is.

Yuwuzhi stretched out his hand to gently wipe off the blood on the front of his shirt, and said lightly, "This question is more important to the Wuming God."

There are 800 million gods in Japan, and all things have spirits.

The gods born from wishes maintain their existence by helping human beings fulfill their wishes. The nameless gods without sacred books and shrines will disappear once they lose their faith and have no one to connect with them.

"Aha--!?"

Yetou's face was full of anger, and his dark blue pupils suddenly stood up, staring fiercely at Wuzhi and snorting from his nose: "What, you are so proud of the magic book obtained by killing people, God of illness!?"

"What did you say?"

Listening to each other's words, Wuzhi and Wu couldn't help staring at him with dark eyes, rarely angry.

"……what?"

"It was you who was killed thousands of years ago..." Yetou said in a stagnant tone, and he, who had long been used to tit for tat, couldn't help but sarcastically.

"No matter how many people that guy has killed, how many evil things he has done, how many years he has been called a monster..."

"But as a god myself—"

Ye Dou narrowed his eyes slightly: "You should also know that he is a real person, right?"

There was a very short period of absent-mindedness with Wuzhi, but he immediately returned to normal, turned around and left.

"Tch." Yetou snorted disdainfully, and couldn't help pulling up the corners of his mouth to stop her: "No matter what god will disappear once you lose your belief, isn't it also because of this in your lower realm?"

Yuwuzhi didn't turn his head back: "I have a shrine, which is different from the wandering nameless god."

Hearing this, Yato frowned instantly, and yelled at her dissatisfiedly: "What is your dilapidated shrine! I'll save enough money to build myself a luxurious new shrine soon!"

"..."

The god who built a shrine for himself is unexpectedly optimistic.

He Wuzhi curled the corners of his lips, suddenly feeling relieved.

"Hey."

But Yeto's voice became low, and he continued to follow her with his hands in his pockets, staring at her back with a calm expression, and suddenly sneered: "It's still the same as before."

"Do you want to be a real god so much?" Yato raised his head and muttered a few words, then suddenly asked her, "Are you responsible for those recent cases?"

Wuzhi and Wuzhi paused, "The case?"

The silver-haired boy who fought at school asked her the same thing.

She seemed to know the problem.

"Sure enough..." Yetou held his forehead, let out a helpless sigh, and teleported to Yu Wuzhi, and the deep purple hair fell on his forehead slowly, and his thin lips were pressed together.

"You have already affected the present world."

There was a burst of light fragrance from her body, which immediately penetrated into the tip of Yato's nose, and the picture captured by the sight was instantly dyed with hazy colors.

Blurring the skirt, blurring the waist, and the curled-up hair.

Even the first thin rope tied around the waist is dyed with an unknown meaning.

As it is now, Yato closed his eyes.

Even him, as long as he gets close, his heart will be shaken involuntarily.

"To put it bluntly, wishes are desires mixed with good and evil, and we represent a kind of desire itself. The more powerful the gods, the more appeals and evil desires in human hearts will be aroused."

"Hurry up and find the God of Land to register your body." Yetou opened his eyes, stared at her and said word by word, "Otherwise you will soon cause big trouble in this world."

The shadows under the dim light overlap each other.

He and Wuzhi were stunned for a while, but they didn't care how close the distance between them was, they just frowned slightly, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Is there any relationship?"

"what."

Yato's eyes widened, and he could accurately distort the meaning of the other party every time, and jumped up: "You are still the same as before! Can't you feel the situation in this world at all?!"

"Do you have any self-consciousness as a god? In this era, no matter what god you are, you have to stay there with your tail between your legs..."

As he spoke, Yato couldn't help but have a sore nose, the era of gods has passed.

"Hey, hey, what's that look on your face?!"

"Have you lost your mind at last, to say such ridiculous words?" You Wuzhi twitched the corner of his mouth, and the voice tinged with a smile swirled around his ears like the night wind, which perfectly angered the young man in front of him .

"It's hard to imagine that you are a god of misfortune born from killing."

Yato suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The two cold touches are intertwined, conveying different moods.

"how about you?"

"What kind of desire are you a god born from?"

"What is the meaning of your existence?"

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"Okay, it's done."

Mikage smiled lightly and clapped his hands, with a relaxed smile on his face, even if he was woken up in the middle of the night, he would not show any irritability at all, and handed over a white note.

"This is the information you registered in this world. Oh, it would be great if you came a few days earlier. Recently, only the information of this girl is left."

"Thank you."

He Wuzhi took it with both hands, staring at the identity information given to her by the land god, with a gloomy expression.

To use the lower realm of the human body, you need to find the local land god in charge to complete the registration information, otherwise it is a so-called black household.

Only by moving the information of human beings who have passed away to the created 'human body' and using the unique power of the land god to continue to use it can be considered as the completion of the real lower world and integration into the present world.

After reading it, he and Kiriori fell into a deep silence.

"A second-year transfer student from the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Magic?"

?

As the Lord of Disaster God who had just gotten into such a relationship with the magician, he turned into a newborn magician, and Wu Zhi felt inexplicably complicated, and said with some difficulty: "Is there no other information?"

She raised her eyes and looked at each other.

"It's gone. Recently, many gods have descended from the lower realms. This identity information has just been released." Mikage smiled, and seeing Yuri's lost appearance, he had to pat her on the top of the head to comfort her.

Many gods descended from the lower realms...

Sure enough, as Yato said, faith is getting scarcer.

"This identity is a descendant of a witch. The family has served the gods for generations, and was recommended by a distant relative to enroll in school. This is also convenient for you to integrate divine power into spell power."

Because the hand feels so good, Mikage continued to rub her hair twice, and when she received the other party's subtle gaze, she withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and asked with her chin in her hand, "Does the human body still use its original face?"

Yuri nodded, looking cute.

"It's not good to be exactly the same, can you put a mole on the corner of your eye?"

Kiriori and Kiriori didn't particularly care about this aspect, so they followed Mikage to fiddle with their bodies, letting the other party's breath spray on their faces.

The human body cannot withstand the overloaded divine power, and Wuzhi must seal a part of the divine power in order to fully possess the breath of human beings.

It was already pitifully small, and part of it had to be sealed.

Combined with the conjurer they met today, Wuori and Wuori finally understood the meaning of Yato's words of being a god with his tail between his legs. Although it was exaggerated, he felt it.

Really sour.

She also mocked people.

But there is no repentance, and I will do it next time.

Mikage is very understanding: "It doesn't matter, the divine power you own and collect will be placed in the shrine, and you can get it back at any time."

"I see."

Yuri was thoughtful, but there was still an unreliable angel in the shrine, and it seemed that we still needed to find a few more reliable angels.

Yuwuzhi's translucent body gradually appeared after registering the information, and it was no different from before, except that there was a tear mole under the corner of the eye, and the memory also came to mind.

Mikage took Yuori's hand, and the warm touch rubbed against each other. The hypothermic skin was more like nephrite jade held in the hand, smooth and slightly cool.

"That's fine, don't forget to report to school tomorrow."

Yuwuzhi showed a perfunctory smile: "You don't have to go."

She just lacks one piece of information, and doesn't really want to experience human life.

Mikage also showed the same smile, and smirked at each other: "No, the information you occupy will be reported to Gao Tianyuan. In the early stage, you need to follow the normal way of life of human beings, and how you develop later is up to you. And that school is very special, maybe will help you."

"..."

She was sure the conjurer would not be of any help to her.

Yukiri put away his smile and bid farewell to Mikage.

It was the first time that he returned to his own shrine in person, and usually he didn't feel it when he was floating in the air. This time, Yuwuori, who was standing in front of the torii gate, felt that ghosts might not even want to live in such a shrine.

So, what exactly is her envoy doing?

Wuori and Wuori changed into red and white shrine maiden clothes according to their identities. Speaking of which, I miss this outfit very much. It has been worn for a long time under someone's bad taste.

White socks clogs step on the overgrown bluestone slabs, which has a different sense of tranquility.

However, a dark wind was blowing around the woods, and the swaying branches and buds were like ghosts with teeth and claws, and strange rustling sounds could be heard in the ears.

A whistling similar to ghostly sounds appeared in the sky, and Wuzhi walked up the steps step by step, and then stopped.

Suddenly a black shadow jumped out of the sky, accompanied by the eerie laughter of 'Jie Jie Jie', jumped behind her and stretched out his fingers, wearing a cloak with yellow and black spots, his pitch-black teeth and one-eyed eyes were particularly creepy under the shadow of the tree.

"Do humans come here to worship the gods?"

Seeing Wuzhi's back, Leuhu showed a smug expression, and suddenly opened her arms and laughed wildly: "There are no gods here!"

"To believe in such things, today's human beings are still so stupid and false."

He even laughed to himself.

He looks quite arrogant.

Thinking about it with Wuzhi, spherical mounds popped out of the grass on both sides, contracted a few times and then spewed out flames several feet high, just like a volcano erupting in a miniature landscape.

My own angel is still talking nonsense.

"Let me burn you to ashes and dedicate to nature! Use death and pain to teach you what should be worshipped!"

The flames burned to the entire area in front of the eyes, just like the scene seen in the eyes of all the curse spirits, the brain was occupied by distorted and exaggerated black smoke.

In the face of the false beauty of being excluded, the pain is so real.

In the face of death, all living beings are equal.

They are the new human beings living in the real world.

The pungent burning smell filled the surrounding vegetation and creatures, the red and white figure walked out from the flickering firelight, raised his eyelids and looked down.

"you--"

Leohu saw that the blood on Wuzhi's face began to flow backwards, and the heat instantly extinguished into a small flame, his face was instantly pale, his hands and feet kept trembling, and he stepped back: "You, you, how could you be the breath of human beings——"

At this moment, she suddenly realized.

"It turns out that no one has been visiting the shrine because of this?"

The author has something to say: Kiriori and Yato are unnamed gods who were born in the same Heian period, but she has been promoted, and Yato has not yet. The events of the Heian period will be revealed later, and perhaps a separate chapter is also possible√

The main reason is to let the uncle appear on the stage...

Don't worry about combat power, the setting is like this, Wuzhi is still very strong and there will be many wonderful angels, please read the first sentence of the copy!Dragging down the altar and blasphemy are what I am touched by! [cover your face

Gaotianyuan is the place where the gods live, and it can also be regarded as the kingdom of gods, an island far above the clouds.

感谢在2021-03-1816:34:47~2021-03-1917:12:29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 of the irrigation nutrient solution: Oh, hello, 1 bottle;

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