Illness Men's Manual

Xia Youjie knew he couldn't win against Wuzhi.

He never wanted to go to war with Wuzhi, after all, he may not have found his own position yet.

"Xia Youjie, why is Su Nuo's finger here with you?"

Yu Wuzhi's gaze didn't stay on Xia Youjie for a long time, but turned to the extremely evil cursed object sealed in yellow talisman paper on the wooden box behind him.

This kind of thing should not be kept by these people.

Xia Youjie's black hair had grown below his shoulders, half of his hair was pulled up into a familiar bun, and the other half was let loose on his shoulders.

He can exude a deceptive aura just by standing like this and looking at you with a smile.

"I went back the day the curse spirits invaded the high school, but these curse spirits seemed to be very measured, so I didn't mind my own business and went directly to Tianyuan's underground palace."

Xia Youjie came slowly, and slowly raised his hand to take the curse spirit hovering around Wuzhi into his palm. After all, he didn't want to add unnecessary sacrifices to his combat power.

"Tianyuan's enchantment is temporarily invalid, so I can easily enter the collection room."

Xia Youjie then smiled at her, his narrow eyes slightly curved: "By the way, the other finger is in Wu's hand."

He sold his best friend without hesitation.

"..."

Silence filled the dark icehouse for a moment.

Let's not mention anything else.

The matter of Xia Youjie taking his finger has not yet been explained.

Frowning with Wuzhi: "Then why do you..."

"By the way, have you seen those two children?" Xia Youjie suddenly changed the subject, the corners of his thin lips rose unremarkably, with a faint smile on his face.

"……Saw."

After hesitating for a while, Kiriori answered.

"They miss you very much. After all, you have never visited them once." Xia Youjie spoke with a familiar tone, as if he were an old friend.

Of course, there is no lack of complaints about Wuzhi's disappearance, but it's just that he said it lightly, which makes Yuwuzhi a little bit stunned.

But how should she answer this?

"Anyway, I've been a classmate for a while, isn't it too cruel to leave in this way?"

Xia Youjie's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the shadows that fell covered his dark eyes, making it impossible to see his emotions clearly.

The black-haired man in cassock blinked his eyes very lightly, a faint wry smile appeared on his lips, and his fully mature voice was filled with the languid breath of tobacco.

"Compared to Wu, am I more pitiful for getting nothing?"

what?

Wuzhi was stunned for a while.

What did Gojo Satoru gain?

Moreover, Xia Youjie's step from being a super-level conjurer at the Fengruo altar to this step is completely his own choice. There is already a gap in his heart that has the impossible ability to heal itself.

He pursed his lips with Wuzhi.

Maybe she could change something, but she chose to let it go.

It's even been called 'the arrogance of the gods'.

Seeing that Wuzhi and Wuzhi were moved, Xia Youjie let out a muffled laugh, and put his fingertips between his lips to exude a silent temptation, "I once knew that you were collecting this kind of spell, and I took it only in the hope of being able to recover." See you again.

"At the same time, I hope you can come back to see these two children."

Know how to attack the weak point.

He tilted his head, driving the distinct strands of hair to slide, hanging on the hem and shoulders like broken spider webs.

Wuzhi and Wuzhi had seen the eyes of those two girls, and she would not be able to understand the reason Xia Youjie said in the original.

But in the days of being played up by Nakahara Chuya, she seems to have gradually touched human feelings.

A life that is more fragile than anything else can produce such a tenacious and long-lasting relationship.

"But you saw them, so you can take this cursed object." Xia Youjie glanced at her, then turned and picked up the wooden box.

He stands in the ink, his hair turns into the pen and ink around him, which is more ethereal than the portrait.

There was no words with Wuzhi from the beginning to the end, and Xia Youjie was allowed to talk to himself and then approached her holding the wooden box. Although there were still some puzzled words, at this moment she thought of Zhongya in the Central Plains.

If you feel guilty, just apologize.

If you feel angry, just scold him.

In short, if you don't express it, no one will know, idiot.

"……Feel sorry."

The hand holding the wooden box trembled, and the hair on Xia Youjie's forehead also stopped shaking. He raised his eyes and looked at Wuzhi, as if he wanted to pull her into the black vortex.

Can you do it?

Can something like this be done?

The Adam's apple rolled twice quietly, and Xia Youjie's almost steady voice came from his ear.

"...It's so rare to hear Wuzhi say such a thing."

"Are you apologizing for those two children, or for me?"

Yu Wuzhi raised the back of his hand slightly to cover his cheeks, and kept his eyes away from Xia Youjie. Even though Xia Youjie's words were extremely sympathetic, she would probably only say that.

Xia Youjie, who got the answer from it, just laughed it off and handed the wooden box to her: "Do you know the talisman paper pasted on it?"

She couldn't hear anything strange from the casual tone of the other party, and Wuzhi looked at the spell with blood as characters. She never paid much attention to these, and only vaguely recognized: "This is the talisman paper to suppress the spirit of the spell."

Xia Youjie smiled: "Do you want to tear it apart?"

And Kiriori did not move.

"...I suggest you take it away."

This was Xia Youjie's last kindness in the apology he only heard, and he unconsciously lowered his voice.

Yu Wuzhi shook her head, not that she couldn't trust Xia Youjie, but that such an evil thing must be treated with caution, "I want to confirm the situation of the cursed thing inside."

Yuwuori stretched out his fingertips and gently peeled off the talisman paper on the wooden box.

Xia Youjie closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

The seal of the peeled talisman paper was lifted instantly, and Wuzhi had planned to destroy the talisman paper first, but unexpectedly, the blood curse on the talisman paper turned into fresh blood and rushed out!

Bloodshots immediately wrapped around Wuzhi's hands!

"what?"

Wuzhi and Wuzhi stretched their five fingers to try to push away these bloodshots.

A strong spell that binds, using blood as a medium to increase the strength of the spell.

"...This is not an ordinary talisman, but a blood-suppressing talisman I specially invited from Kamo's house." Xia Youjie said in a low voice, and stepped back slowly.

"Blood curse?"

Frowning with Wuzhi, his right hand was shackled by layers of blood, and the white wrist and thick blood produced a very impactful color difference beauty.

These blood-infused mantras are so amazing.

"That is to say... will curse the person who tears the talisman paper." Xia Youjie put down the wooden box with a leisurely tone.

"I told you earlier that it would be better to take it away directly, so that I can get rid of the idea..."

"...Is that so?"

Yuwuzhi tugged at the corner of his mouth, turned his wrist upwards, and the white light in his hand rose and instantly illuminated the entire icehouse.

"You don't think that things like mantras can restrain gods, do you?"

Her face gradually turned cold, and she steadily resisted the spells handed down by the Kamo family. The power of the gods itself can weaken the spell power, and this layer of suppression is only delaying time.

"if……"

Xia Youjie raised his hand, and a black vortex appeared above his palm.

"...What if you are no longer a god?"

Suddenly, a puff of blue smoke escaped from his hand.

Xia Youjie's dark pupils were covered by drooping eyelashes, and it seemed that an undercurrent surged across the hair of the girl in front of him, casting a spell while her mind was distracted.

In an instant, the visibility of the icehouse shrouded in green smoke dropped to zero.

"Xia Youjie!"

As expected, Kiriori got angry.

cheated?

No, it's not.

He advised Laiyi early in the morning that showing weakness is just a hypnotic agent, and presenting the sealed wooden box is just falling into a trap, and the last advice... What is it?

A pitch-black figure slowly stood up behind Yuzhi, with terrifying sharp claws and treacherous nine tails.

That is--! ?

Turning around with Wuzhi, he almost recognized the curse spirit at a glance.

That was the fox spirit she gave to Xia Youjie in exchange!

Memories instantly immersed in the brain of Kiriori, the village in the north of Tochigi Prefecture, the shrine in the deep mountains and old forests, the forgotten fox fairy and the night at the mountain hotel.

Xia Youjie...?

"What if you are no longer a god?"

The black-haired man in cassock walked up to Yuzhi at some point, and the tip of his nose was surrounded by the faint sandalwood, which was so strong that it almost completely covered the cold fragrance on her body.

The black vortex in his hand was still there, manipulating the curse spirit to approach her step by step.

Yu Wuzhi is not afraid of Xia Youjie and the curse spirit behind him. Xia Youjie cannot shake the gods, but she doesn't know what it is all for.

Why did Xia Youjie treat her like this.

She suddenly wanted to know the answer, she didn't care about the bloodshot wounds on her hands, and she didn't look at the curse spirit behind her, her star-like eyes seemed to be involved in a little haze, like fog on the glass.

"why?"

Xia Youjie listened to her words quietly, Mo Se enveloped her as close as he embraced a god.

"I remember Kiriori once said a word to me."

The voice next to my ear was so soft that I couldn't even tell which one was Xia Youjie's most genuine and gentle intimacy.

In Tianyuan's underground palace, Xia Youjie once asked her this question in despair, but the response almost made him fall from the pinnacle of a conjurer.

"Probably because you are magicians."

He and Wu used to be the strongest combination, and far surpassed the magician.

No matter how many times "arrogance" has been discussed by superiors or elders, it has never been denied that he is a magician.

Of course he was angry.

Although his current identity seems to be reversed with that of a conjurer, he can't bear the feeling of being denied. Speaking of which, the person who is truly arrogant must be Kiriori.

Relying on the convenience of being a god, it is only natural to give or take away.

Be it Mimiko and Nanako or him and Satoru, they were also left behind, right?

So let's swap it out.

if--

The gods are no longer gods.

And whether it will fall into the world.

Huge, empty, silent and cold room.

At first glance, it looks somewhat similar to the cage where Nanako and Mimiko were imprisoned, but their identities have been swapped, and strong malice has shrouded Kiriori's whole body.

Cyan smoke engulfed her.

"I won't hurt you." Xia Youjie laughed again after finishing speaking, "It should be said that I can't hurt you now."

In addition to borrowing the Kamo family's blood-medium spells to slightly suppress the characteristics weakened by Kiriori, the characteristics of weakening damage itself are even more useless under the harmless spells.

When the green smoke dissipates, the ink color settles.

After everything returned to calm.

Xia Youjie withdrew his technique and bent slightly to pick up the unconscious white fox in front of him. His petite and light body was easily gathered into the large cassock and curled up into a ball.

The corners of his lips were curved, and with a pleasant tone, he stroked his small, fluffy tail, then held her to his cheek and rubbed her lightly.

"It's time to replace me."

Compared with Gojo Satoru, who stayed at the school as a teacher, sealing his fingers for collection, perhaps Xia Youjie already knew what he wanted to do from the time at the mountain hotel.