Illness Men's Manual

night.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who came out of the shower, also opened a bottle of red wine. It was rare that he didn't work overtime today. Naturally, he wanted to enjoy it. He took a sip and looked out the window.

The night sky is exceptionally quiet, dotted with moon and stars.

As if thinking of something, he lifted his coat and took out a black bell from his pocket, which was given to him by the curser before he left.

"Although no traces can be seen, some curse spirits will hide their aura and lurk around humans. To be on the safe side, the cadres should take this curse object."

The smell of corruption and stench emanated from it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also resisted at first, and it didn't look like a good thing no matter what.

The curse master explained: "Curse spirits like this kind of curse very much. If there is really a curse spirit in the cadre's house, you can attract it by placing it in the place closest to you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, lead them out?

"At that time, the cadres can just inform us directly, but it is also very dangerous... If it is a special grade or swallows the curse, it may become very difficult, otherwise let the second child accompany..."

"Ah, that's not necessary."

Zhong Yuanzhong also declined the proposal and accepted the cursed object.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his deep sea-colored eyes were deeper than the night sky.

Are you kidding me, he is the first gravity force, in the face of absolute power, how could he lose to something like a curse spirit?

He put the bell on the transparent tea table, and sat on the sofa with his legs up to look at the information. Although the operation was perfect, it also consumed a lot of materials.

It's really troublesome. Leader Sen is currently preparing to expand his power, and the first thing to do is to calm down the remaining remnants of the party.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sipped his wine glass. After reading the information several times, he felt a little sleepy, so he changed his posture and continued reading with his forehead propped up.

The empty room was a little too quiet.

The light suddenly dimmed.

He raised his eyes and glanced out of the window, the dark clouds just covered the stars and the moon.

The indoor light became increasingly dimmer, and Zhongyuan finally felt that something was wrong. The last time the power went out, the property had urgently called to inform that it was repaired. It is impossible to do it again, right?

Maybe it's not such a coincidence.

His eyes calmly moved to the black bell on the coffee table.

"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be really useful."

He put down the materials calmly, took out a pair of black gloves and put them on slowly, his knuckle fingers were gathered into the black fabric one by one, and then squeezed tightly.

With a loose white bathrobe and black gloves, his secretive and lazy temperament disappeared as he got up little by little.

Kacha-!

The crystal chandelier above the head fell down without warning!

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped away lightly, surrounded by red shimmering light that stagnated the sputtered glass shards in the air, and his eyes rolled to the balcony.

The black-outlined alien is slowly squirming.

Only the outline could be vaguely seen, and Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at it and moved in a little bit, frowning.

not it.

A guy who looks ugly just by looking at his outline.

Chuya Zhongya kicked his legs flexibly after flying into the air, and attacked the invading curse spirit with the debris stagnant around him.

The black-outlined curse spirit let out an ear-piercing cry, and the shards wrapped in red superpowers shattered its body, turning into black and disappearing.

Unbeatable.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and took a few steps forward, still puzzled, "According to this, that sight is indeed not a curse spirit..."

In the darkness, malice is quietly growing.

In the dark living room, black shadows continuously spread from the shards of the chandelier on the ground, like weird branches growing continuously, gradually extending to every corner.

The bell with its back to Chuya Zhongyuan continued to exude malice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around suddenly, his pupils constricted for a while, what was that?

Huge and numerous ghost hands filled the room, and the footprints constantly emerging on the floor were approaching him very quickly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly dodged, his eyes fell on his precious wine on the wine rack, his face became gloomy, it is best to move the battlefield outside.

He held on to the door frame of the balcony but felt something wet and soft, half of his finger was eaten into the semi-viscous black mud!

what! ?

Zhong Yuanzhong also took off his gloves very quickly, and the other hand that was glowing red squeezed the black mud and shook it away.

Why so many?

Central Plains also saw the black bell flickering strangely through the constantly emerging curse spirits. How could there be so many curse spirits lurking?

Attracted by that cursed object?

Zhongyuan Zhong also's face darkened suddenly, what are you doing, it's like shooting yourself in the foot.

Jumping to the storage shelf on the other side with a smart and handsome posture, he punched away the spell attached to his right hand, and his orange hair swayed twice by his ears.

He bent down and crushed the black sticky spell with force.

"I didn't want to do this, but it's really too much trouble, you guys."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's deep voice sounded, standing in the space wrapped in pitch black.

He slowly tore off the remaining black glove, revealing his white wrist bones. His handsome features and thin figure looked more like a hunter lurking in the dark at this moment.

The increasingly dense spell spirits became materialized.

The ugly posture can be seen at a glance, and the stronger the spell, the more clearly it can see its original appearance.

Sure enough, it is as disgusting as imagined. Is this the monster created by the so-called human malice?

Zhongyuan Zhong also twisted his wrist bones expressionlessly, tilted his neck, his voice was as deep as a vibrating string, and his anger level had already risen.

next moment--

Very abruptly a light came on behind him.

"and also?"

He turned around in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling white light bloomed behind him, and Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously raised his hand to cover some of his sight, his muscles were still tense and he maintained a seamless fighting posture.

what is that?

How could it be white?

figure?

is it human?

The girl surrounded by white light landed one meter away from him, her black hair flowing through the gap between her fingertips like a waterfall, and the red and white kimono outlined her beautiful figure and stunning color.

The girl didn't even look at him, holding a long knife with a cold light in her hand, she rushed straight to the huge black shadow that was constantly twisting.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously shouted.

Not realizing what the girl who suddenly appeared was, he moved forward a few steps and was stopped by the malice accumulated in a short period of time.

She raised her hand and waved it away, and there were undulating roars and screams.

The bloated and ugly mantra was cut into several pieces and dissipated, and the blood-like ink slipped from her fingertips, dripping onto the floor.

Surrounded by thick ink, and then layer upon layer of halo under the feet, it is more like white epiphyllum blooming in the dark.

His white bare feet stepped on the ground covered with shards of glass.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned.

Not only why, his throat was inexplicably choked.

It's her.

She bent down to pick up the black bell on the transparent coffee table, and the hair that fell slowly as she moved, was lifted little by little like a tulle hidden under the night.

Until she turned her head and looked at him.

His pupils suddenly contracted to the limit.

After the dark clouds dissipated, the clear light fell on the room, like sea water overflowing the ears, eroding the senses.

The cold, cold, and incomparably clear moonlight.

Let the throat tighten unconsciously, the information conveyed by the sensory-deprived brain becomes blank, and it is difficult to breathe.

"you……"

She made a hesitant voice, gentle and cold.

Yuwuori didn't know what to say immediately, she really didn't expect her first meeting with Rage God to be like this.

But where did he get this thing?

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly came back to his senses, his Adam's apple slid up and down, his slender fingertips trembled a few times, and then he clenched his fists to show a fighting stance, his eyes full of vigilance.

"What are you? A curse spirit?"

Is it for the bell?

So she really is also a curse spirit?

"..."

Wuzhi and Wuzhi were silent for a while, then crushed the bell under the vigilant eyes of Zhong Yuanzhong, and subconsciously took two steps back.

Crushed?

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, his eyes uncertain.

"Master Rage God."

Yuwuzhi's tone was calm, and her gentle voice made people unconsciously let go of her guard. She pinched the cuff with her fingertips hesitantly, and said slowly: "I am the god who came to fulfill your wish, Yuwuzhi."

"……what?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned for a moment, god?

What it is?

Seeing that Zhongyuan Zhong didn't respond, she smiled her usual business-like smile with Kiriori, and was even a little embarrassed, after all, her status was too low in front of the Rage God.

"Wait, what are you calling me?"

Blinking with Wuzhi, he repeated: "Lord Rage God."

"I?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed at himself, with a dignified expression on his face, the familiar words for a long time... Could it be that the Huangshen she was talking about was Huangba vomit?

Yuri Kiriori nodded obediently, it seems that Lord Aragami...has no memory of his own?Or is it already integrated with the carrier?

"How do you know?" Nakahara Chuya's eyes suddenly sharpened, as clean and sharp as the cut surface of sapphire, and his voice unconsciously sank a little.

No one should have known about this back then.

He and Wuzhi pondered for a second with downcast eyes, leaving aside the matter of Mikage, "Gods can communicate with each other, and messages are also passed on to each other."

"...God?"

What's this all about.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked by the huge amount of information, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. He and Wuzhi were really clean without any malice, and at the same time, there was a breath of mountains and forests.

Yuwuzhi nodded, handed over the crushed bell in her hand, and explained: "This kind of thing is very dangerous, it's better to destroy it."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't take it, but looked at the mess in this place without saying a word.

Now it's not a problem with the bell, since we can communicate normally, everything is easy.

"Why have you been...coughing and staring at me all this time?"

Realizing that the room had returned to normal light at this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also stepped back a few steps, clenched his fists and coughed.

Facing this beautiful girl like Kaguya Hime in front of her, peeping or monitoring didn't seem to be a good idea, so she had to use a more acceptable word.

You Wuzhi also took a few steps away, and also realized that this is not a good time to appear, so he can only say truthfully: "Master Rage God is not the same as us...so I want to observe for a few more days before appearing."

But looking at it this way, it seems that it is no different from ordinary humans.

Except for the extreme destructive power.

To be able to hammer the existence of a curse spirit without using magic power... is worthy of being Rage God-sama.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into silence. He had never dealt with such a situation, and it was the first time he knew what it meant to have nothing to say.

He needs to clear his mind.

Curse spirit, no, is it a god who came to his house to fulfill his wish?

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a complicated expression.

When did he make a wish?

It seems that he never believed in such things, did he?Every year at the beginning of the year, he just goes to temples or shrines to pay homage symbolically according to the festival. It seems that he has never made a wish, right?

Is there a mistake?

He raised his eyes and looked at Yuzhi, his eyes slid down to her slender fingertips, and asked inadvertently, "What wish?"

Yuwuzhi recalled the shining lettering on the prayer card, after so many years, it was still free from dust and dirt, and had the most persistent and devout heart.

For such a wish, Yuriori could hardly move her eyes away, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she took out the wish sign and showed it to him.

He lowered his head slightly, his white fingertips were covered with a dark brown background, a wooden sign was floating in her hand, the orange-haired boy looked away as if to cover up, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his familiar yet immature handwriting on it.

"I want to grow taller."

Nakahara Chuya: "..."