I make a lot of money from vests

The noisy sound of the "special locator" kept coming from my ears.

In order to prevent it from shutting itself down again, Yuan Yi could only endure it.

The water droplets on the car window kept dripping, Yuan Yi looked out of the car window, and could vaguely see the gloomy sky, which felt very oppressive.

"The target anchor point has been reached."

The car stopped on the side of the road, Yuan Yi got out of the car with an umbrella.

There is not even a pedestrian around, and the long road seems to have no end.

"I want to ask, where is the person I'm targeting?"

The special locator has only a cold sentence: "The target positioning point has been reached."

Yuan Yi's face darkened, and he looked around carefully and found a trail leading to nowhere.

Due to the rain, the path was covered with mud, Yuan Yi didn't care.

The muddy water splashed on the shoes and trousers, the rain gradually became heavier, and the thunder roared overhead.

Yuan Yi quickened his pace, feeling a bad premonition.

This path seems to have no end, and every five meters there will be a shrine to serve the gods on both sides.

Yuan Yi squatted down and looked at the statue enshrined in the alcove.

They were all the same, and the gods served in the shrines he saw along the way were all the same.

He didn't know exactly how Hui Yuanxiong died, he only knew that the task of exorcising the curse spirit was death today.

Yuan Yi closed his eyes, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and exhaled a foul breath.

"There is so little information."

[You will fail. ]

Yuan Yi hurriedly said impatiently: "It's fine if you can't help, don't pour cold water on me to hinder me."

[The death of Hui Yuanxiong has already happened, and he has also died on the timeline where your vest was before, no matter how you try, it cannot be changed. ]

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Martin Morning" no longer speaks, as long as it does not affect the task, he will not interfere with Yuan Yi's behavior.

Even if he is doomed to fail.

The path came to an end, and Yuan Yi reached the village.

The whole village is gloomy, and there are stone statues at the entrance that are the same as the gods served in the roadside shrines.

Slender body, pointed head, wearing a hat with a ball embroidered on it.

The stone statue looks benevolent, and the wrinkles on the face are clearly visible.

In his hand, he held a fork-like weapon, and half of a bone was stuck on the weapon.

There is a faint evil spirit surrounding the stone statue, and the benevolent face instantly becomes extremely weird.

Except for the sound of rain and thunder, Yuan Yi didn't hear any other sounds.

He walked vigilantly into the village, every house turned on the lights, and the dim light leaked from the windows, engulfed in mist.

"It's too quiet."

It's really weird, such a task level is beyond the scope of Hui Yuanxiong's ability to perform, why is this task assigned to him.

The downpour blocked Yuan Yi's sight, and the umbrella in his hand was crumbling by the wind.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

The rainwater falling from the sky turned into blood, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground was instantly stained red.

Yuan Yi chuckled: "Since I entered the small road, I have entered the realm of life."

Sudden dripping blood and leaking mana.

This spell spirit is evolving, from the first level to the special level.

Yuan Yi still hasn't figured it out, such a task level should obviously be assigned to a special-level magician like Wujo Wu or Xia Youjie to complete.

Even a first-level magician may not be able to complete this task, why is this task assigned to Saihuihara Yuo.

Someone is trying to harm him?

Yuan Yi can only think of this possibility, but why kill a student who is in a college?

Hui Yuanxiong's family is simple, not from a family of magic spells, but was recruited into high school, such an ordinary student, what is worth spending to get rid of him?

Could it be... that the Magic Association estimated the task level wrongly?

Yuan Yi's face was gloomy. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he would have carried the bazooka and blow up the place where the Magic Association and those old guys were.

Yuan Yi suppressed his anger and continued to move forward. The field was twisted and complicated, which could not be described by common sense.

He was carefully looking for the trace of Hui Yuanxiong, but he knew nothing.

The rain stopped suddenly, and the blood under his feet was swallowed by the mud and disappeared instantly.

Yuan Yi quickly covered his whole body with mana, and he took out a tennis ball from the tennis bag he was carrying.

He used tennis balls to open the way.

Yuanyi in front of him found the remnant of the magic power, it wasn't the magic spirit, it should belong to Hui Yuanxiong.

The blue light was gentle and not dazzling, Hui Yuanxiong was knocked to the ground by the curse spirit.

The original second-level case was upgraded to a first-level case, which was not a level he could handle at all.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the mobile phone that fell beside him still had no signal, and the interface stayed on the text message interface.

The text message was not sent successfully, and there was a big bright red exclamation mark next to it.

He was a little tired and couldn't move with his eyes closed.

The roar of the curse spirit was close to his ears, and the fork that was glowing with cold light was about to be forked off.

Hui Yuanxiong suddenly opened his eyes and struggled to get up.

He barely avoided the attack of the curse spirit, and soon the second blow of the curse spirit came.

The fork stained with bright red soil was getting closer and closer, and Hui Yuanxiong was completely powerless and unable to dodge the second blow.

dying...

I haven't become a powerful conjurer like my seniors yet.

After he was gone, Qihai was left alone in the class.

It will be lonely.

He closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

boom--

Hui Yuanxiong opened his eyes with a surprised expression.

The high-speed spinning tennis ball hit the fork coming towards him, and thin ice spread up the fork tip.

The curse spirit was frozen in place by the thick ice.

Yuan Yi quickly helped Hui Yuanxiong: "Go!"

Hui Yuanyu gasped: "Are you the conjurer sent to support you? The level of this curse spirit is not level two, but a level one born from the belief in the god of production..."

He paused for a moment, his expression solemn: "According to the current situation, this curse spirit is evolving into a super class."

Genichi supported Hui Yuanxiong without daring to stop.

He could feel the magic power in his body draining rapidly.

The ice block that was freezing the curse spirit shattered, and fine ice slags scattered in all directions.

Yuan Yi pushed Hui Yuanxiong away, dodging the fork poked by the curse spirit.

"What's going on?" Yuan Yi asked inwardly with a sullen face.

"Morning Martin" knows what Yuanyi is asking, it scans for inquiries and issues warnings.

The red light on the panel was flashing, and the warning sound came one after another, becoming more and more urgent.

[warn!warn!warn! ]

The originally emotionless electronic sound brought anxiety this time.

[You are being repelled by the will of the world, changing the ending of Hui Yuanxiong's death in the first timeline will affect the subsequent timeline. ]

[Please stop this behavior! ]

Yuan Yi didn't care: "If you reject it, you reject it. I shouldn't be a person in this world."

[Tested...]

The electronic sound was intermittent, and Yuan Yi tentatively asked: "Morning, Martin?"

The only response to him was the piercing zila electric sound.

This step has been achieved, and everything will be in vain in the future.

Yuan Yi quickly picked up the tennis racket and blocked it in front of Hui Yuanxiong.

"You leave quickly."

Hui Yuanxiong struggled to stand up, he grabbed Yuan Yi's wrist: "No, let's go together!"

"That's too late."

He pushed Hui Yuanxiong away, and changed his posture holding the tennis racket.

Hui Yuanxiong's eyes widened, this grip is for a samurai sword...

Yuan Yi looked at the mantra calmly, and the howling wind turned back at him.

The tennis racket in his hand was like a sharp knife, Yuan Yi's back was straight, and his whole body was extremely sharp.

Hui Yuanxiong had tears in his eyes, and he murmured: "Senior Yinshi..."

It should be the first time he has seen this conjurer, such a dazzling person will not leave a trace in his memory.

He was obviously a stranger, but Hui Yuanxiong felt very familiar.

The figure of this unknown magician gradually overlapped with the senior with silver hair and natural curly hair in his memory.

He always wears a baggy white kimono, and he can smell a sweet fragrance as soon as he gets close.

Senior Gojo Satoru kept saying that it was marinated in sugar.

When he heard the news of the senior's death, Hui Yuanxiong was still sad for a long time.

In a classroom with only two people, Nanami Kento patted him on the shoulder.

He calmly said: "This is the fate of a conjurer."

He is always like this, calm and unlike his peers.

If it wasn't for his clenched fists revealing his emotions, Hui Yuanxiong thought he didn't care at all.

After all, it seemed that he didn't really like that nonchalant senior.

This is actually not the first time Hui Yuanxiong has heard of the death of a conjurer. The conjurer is a high-risk profession, accompanied by danger, and will inevitably be swallowed by danger.

"Let's go!!"

Hui Yuanxiong shook his head: "It's very strange, I feel somewhere that today is the end of me."

Yuan Yi blocked the attack of the curse spirit, and the tennis racket in his hand was cracked.

The magic power in his body was constantly draining, his whole body was like a leaky ball, and the air in the ball was constantly being released.

The tennis racket broke, Yuan Yi bent down, and the sharp point of the knife passed in front of him.

A strand of purple-gray hair fluttered to the ground.

"Your feeling is wrong." Yuan Yi said calmly, "Leave the field of life and seek help from other people. I can hold on for a while."

"This conjurer, you are a bit like my senior, either because of your looks, or because you don't understand."

Yuan Yi took a deep breath and said coldly, "You should go."

Haibara took a step forward.

The wind stopped, and the fork in Mana Ling's hand was hanging in the air.

The falling leaves also stopped, and the lightning in the clouds froze as it had just struck.

Time stands still.

The panel glowed bright red.

The frozen picture shattered bit by bit, spreading towards Yuan Yi continuously.

Yuan Yi couldn't move and was held in place, and the dense silk threads gradually appeared, and he was firmly trapped in place by these silk threads.

"Morning Martin?"

[warn!warn!warn! ]

The red light was still flashing, and an exclamation mark appeared on the panel.

[emergency start...]

[The launch was successful...]

[Get out of here quickly, "Morning Martin" activates a backup power source that will forcibly pull you out of this timeline and into the next one. ]

"Next timeline? Do you want to do it all over again?"

[I'm not joking with you, please pay attention. ]

Yuan Yi smiled sarcastically: "What is the timeline of the dog meow, the timeline will return to the initial point next time?"

[Insufficient permissions. ]

"It's a big deal to do it again."

The broken picture is about to spread to Yuan Yi.

The electronic sound of "Morning Martin" is once again staccato.

[The task has not been completed... Forced to leave...]

[Clearing traces...]

[Punishment... Bound Vest - Yazawa Nicole...]

[The timeline is restarting...]

[Punishment starts...]

Yuan Yi's eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

He opened his eyes again, and the surroundings were pitch black.

"Morning Martin?"

Yuan Yi covered his mouth in surprise, it was a female voice!

He moved his hand covering his mouth all the way down, touching something that shouldn't exist.

Continue to move down, the things that should be there are no longer there.

what happened? ! ! !

Was he sent to Thailand by the scam "Martin Morning"? ! !