Illness Men's Manual

Yuwuzhi suddenly woke up from the dream.

Having seen the strange thing for a long time, she removed the quilt covering her body, she paused, who covered this?

Maybe it's Mikage's other envoys.

Rubbing her head with Wuzhi, she always felt a sense of stagnation in her heart. She sat up and leaned against the door frame. Outside was a courtyard with a desolate view.

Dreaming about these things again...

She looked at the dead leaves tossing and falling from the branches. If she hadn't listened to the girl's prayer at that time... She let out a breath, but it wouldn't help.

That was the first time she met Su Nuo.

Thin vine-colored hair, blood pupils on both sides and four hands, and a face and body that are very similar to humans are full of strange black lines.

Feng Qi almost blurted out the name of Su Nuo, that is a famous ghost and god, killing gods and ghosts has killed countless people, and the collective crusade of both onmyoji and magicians has never been successful.

The army is even more tens of thousands to send heads.

With the movement of a finger, countless lives were hidden in his hands, but He Wuzhi in the sedan chair was the only one who did not move.

Maybe it's because she's used to seeing women panic-stricken and begging for mercy, but the calmness contrasted with Wuzhi's has attracted a little bit of attention from the tyrannical ghosts and gods.

It lasted for about two seconds, and feeling bored again, he retracted his gaze and moved his fingertips.

She stayed quietly in the gauze tent, and suddenly an extremely powerful force swept over, and the attacks from all directions chopped the sedan chair into pieces in an instant.

Yuri, however, did not die.

She jumped into the air with a maple weapon in her hand, and looked down at the lord of ghosts and gods. There was no romantic scene, only bones and bloody water piled up on the ground with broken limbs.

Cruel and real, but without the slightest killing intent.

Perhaps for the ghost and god in front of him, this kind of behavior is not worthy of being called killing, it is like crushing ants with an arrogant and fearless gesture.

There was also no time to react, and she had been strangled by the throat and fell to the ground.

The sharp bones seemed to be pressed into her back, and the pain made her frown, and she lost her mind. She was not an ordinary monster at all, but the double-faced Nuo known as ghosts and gods.

That is the guy who dyed half of the land red. The current prosperity of Pingjing City is just because the disaster has not yet come.

The sharp dark nails scratched the skin, and the rough and heavy fingertips pinched her cheek, and there was a low-pitched and pleasant laughter.

"A voluntary deity?"

The maple weapon in her hand rushed out of it furiously, turning into a sharp blade and stabbing at the man who strangled her throat——

Click.

A crisp cracking sound.

"Hey."

The timely shout made Yuri's thoughts stop at that moment, she opened her eyes and looked back, the silver-haired fox demon was standing behind her at some point.

"What's the matter with you?" Bawei frowned, he smelled the extremely unstable breath on Wuzhi.

His face was so pale.

The gods don't still have nightmares, do they?

"It's okay." Yu Wuzhi shook his head, stood up on his knees but was a little unstable, and Ba Wei subconsciously supported his shoulders.

Very small.

The aroma drilled into the tip of his nose, and he shook his head.

He has always hated the guys and humans in the God Realm very much, and he did the same when he first saw Yuri, the smile on her face seemed to be deliberately created.

There is a sense of contempt and alienation in every gesture.

Condescending, hypocritical.

But the current Wuzhi seems to be different from that time, Bawei slightly lowered his head and then pondered, the contempt and alienation gradually dissipated from her, as if the smile on her face disappeared.

What happened?

Facing the dwindling number of gods, Ba Wei, who should have been laughing happily, felt a sense of loneliness and sadness from her. Perhaps she was not the same as those gods.

But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Like an electric shock, Bawei immediately let go of his hand and took a few steps back, folded his arms and taunted her as usual: "You won't die soon, will you? How can you be so weak as a god?"

Yuwuzhi looked over slowly, the black pupils of the black eyes were like extinguished lights, surrounded by black fog.

"..."

Bawei, who didn't get a response, opened his mouth, wanted to say something but held back, turned around and said in a stiff voice, "Come out, I found some information."

Yuwuzhi shook his head, and after waking up for a few minutes, he slowly followed Bawei's pace.

The Mikage Shrine is actually not big, and most of them are empty rooms.

It's just because of the age, the color of many walls, doors and windows has peeled off, and the wooden floor is also a little loose, making a heavy sound.

Ba Wei walked ahead with his sleeves in his hands, as if deliberately slowing down.

And Wuzhi was absent-minded.

Until the two came to a study room, which was ventilated on all sides, simple and elegant.

The silver-haired fox demon sat up cross-legged in a dignified manner, took out a pair of glasses from his sleeves and put them on, adding a bookish look to that handsome and flirtatious face.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, with a smug look on his face.

It seemed to be asking how her vision was.

And Wuzhi: "..."

Is it so troublesome to be a fox?

He picked up a few volumes of materials, cleared his throat and said, "Although some of the commissions Mikage received before were related to personal life, most of them were information replacement or repairs."

The human body is actually a human body, no matter how powerful the gods are, the body will still wear and tear in essence.

After finishing speaking, Bawei gave her a sideways glance: "I've never seen someone like you who disappeared immediately."

"Even if you die, there is still a body, right?"

Wuzhi and Wuzhi buried their heads in thought for a while, the body is in Gojo Satoru's hands, it would be good not to dismember her, the ghost knows what he will do with it.

And if she went back to take the body, Gojo Satoru would find her traces. This kind of endless trouble finally came to an end, and she would never have anything to do with Gojo Satoru again.

"No, there is no dead body." Yu Wuzhi said lightly.

Bawei twitched the corner of his mouth, and said it lightly, at least it was a little something for his own body! ?

Seeing that Wuzhi didn't seem to care too much, he rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves to take out another document, then propped his forehead and scanned it line by line, and lazily said: "There is another way..."

"Do you know Rage God?"

Unfamiliar nouns were pronounced from his mouth, with a somewhat ancient meaning.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi were stunned for a moment, the name was so familiar.

In fact, not all gods are recorded in the gods and are under the jurisdiction of Gao Tianyuan. Apart from the nameless gods, there are also some ancient gods who are powerful and unrestrained.

Aragami is one of those gods.

The full name is Huang Ba Tu.

"In the final analysis, the human body is nothing more than Gao Tianyuan's suppression and control of the power of your gods. For gods like Rage God who are not under Gao Tianyuan's jurisdiction, of course there are other methods."

Ba Wei lazily raised his eyelids, and curled his thin lips: "It depends on whether you are willing to use it, my lord."

The tone seems to be some kind of malicious temptation, or is this the tone of all fox demons?

Are white foxes and black foxes similar? They are so cute, but so sinister.

Yuwuzhi looked away with a headache, and asked, "What method?"

The silver-haired fox demon who affected the question itself shrugged, dropped the information casually, and yawned: "I remember that Mikage investigated this matter on purpose, and it was only because of the previous abnormal riot that I found out about Yokohama where Aragami is currently living. You Find it and ask if it’s all right?"

Known for its powerful destructive power, Araba Tushen once caused a riot in Yokohama.

It was also because of this incident that the Land God of Yokohama temporarily had no owner, so Mikage, who was the closest, was asked to investigate.

"I don't know him, and this kind of god is not friendly to the gods of Gao Tianyuan." Yu Wuzhi picked up the material he had lost and looked at it. Although it looked old, it was indeed a modern material.

The choice of words and sentences is mixed with a strange and rigorous atmosphere. Are they foreign materials?

"It's not easy." Bawei was playing with his glasses boredly, tilting his head: "Gods also have wishes, you should know better than me about the deal between gods?"

All transactions between gods are based on wishes.

"Like Yokohama, a city where supernatural beings are everywhere, the land god there has long since disappeared, and there are no gods to settle down."

Silence fell with Kiriori.

Forget about conjurers, but what are supernatural beings?

"Ah, supernatural beings are human beings born or awakened to special abilities. It doesn't matter if they are magicians, but supernatural beings are not as meddling as magicians. You can rest assured about that."

As Bawei spoke, he tugged at Yuzhi's sleeves in a bored way.

"That's not the problem, is it? What does it have to do with the human body." Yuwuori endured it, pulled back his sleeves, and stared at the photos of the large pieces of incomplete land on the data. The destructive power was indeed astonishing from the images.

"Tch, I know, this is the information from Mikage's investigation."

The dim light made Yuzhi feel tired, and she doubted whether it was reliable to find Bawei, she stared down at Yuying's flying handwriting and photos.

The orange-haired boy was fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing an ordinary sports hoodie, with a petite physique, sharp eyes, and unexpectedly delicate and delicate appearance.

This is... Huang Ba spit?

He is basically an underage boy, with a red light all over his body, which should be Mikage's special recording method.

After a glance and ten lines, Wuzhi and Wuzhi realized that the boy in the photo is not strictly a human being, but a supernatural life form.

When early researchers discovered the traces of Aragami, they created a carrier-like existence to suppress or control Aragami, but they have always claimed that Aragami is an abnormal life form with ultra-high energy, which is the result of research.

Because of an accident, when the power of Araba's vomiting was forcibly extracted, the seal was lifted, which completely liberated Aragami.

And the supernatural life form used to control the Rage God was also infected by the Rage God, and produced its own personality, which is the orange-haired boy in the photo.

What a ridiculous story.

Yuwuzhi barely understands that the human body of Rage God is also the so-called carrier, and it is a thing called a supernatural life body.

Converting the output of divine power into abilities is the same as converting divine power into spell power with Wuzhi before.

Then the problem will be solved, as long as you learn the supernatural power with Wuzhi, you can create a supernatural life body to restrain and carry the overflowing divine power.

"I understand."

Wuzhi, who thought he was transparent, raised his head and patted the information in his hand on the table.

The drowsy Ba Wei immediately opened his eyes: "?!"

"What did you say?"

Yuwuori stood up suddenly, startling the unprepared silver-haired fox demon, and dropped the glasses in his hand to the ground.

"I'm going to Yokohama right away."

"Wait, wait!"

Bawei's astonished expression was still on his face, and he hurriedly reached out his hand to grab Wuzhi, but he missed it and tripped over the corner of the table, grinning in pain, and slapped his tail straight on the floor.

The contents of the pocket also fell out.

Bawei paused for a moment, then immediately bent over to pick it up, and placed it gently in the palm of his hand, exuding radiant hair.