After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Lupine Bar in a dark alley in Ginza

Dim lights illuminate the bar, isolating the hustle and bustle of the city, leaving only the sound of conversation and the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding.

There were not many guests in the bar, only the four of them were left.

The black-haired young man held his chin with one hand and gently shook the cold wine glass. The ice cubes in the glass collided with the glass and made a crisp sound. He turned his head slightly to look at the white-haired young man beside him, and said with a slight smile: " —Would you like to try it?"

The height of the bar was a bit too high for Gojo Sora in a wheelchair. With the assistance of Limei, Gojo Sora sat on the high chair smoothly, and his feet were weakly stepped on the crossbar.

He didn't respond, picked up the wine glass and sipped the whiskey lightly, put down the wine glass, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, his every move was extremely elegant.

Osamu Dazai looked down and landed on his white and bony fingers, which formed a sharp contrast with the black chopsticks. The extreme black and extreme white brought a strong visual impact.

It is pleasing to the eye.

"It's nice here."

Wujokong put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, then picked up his wine glass and drank.

Whether it's the atmosphere or the drinks, it's the feeling he likes.

"Empty." Limei watched him finish his third glass of whiskey, and reminded him blankly, "The doctor restricts you from drinking alcohol."

"Hmm..." Wutiao Kong replied lazily, put down the empty glass, and said gently to the bartender, "Please bring me a glass of Old England."

The bartender responded with a smile: "Please wait a moment."

The bartender is an elderly gentleman. Based on his experience and feeling, he took out 35ml of vodka and 35ml of Fino Sydney, and quickly and neatly adjusted it. In a short while, a glass of Old England cocktail was pushed in front of Wujo Kong .

"Thank you."

Wujo Sora picked up the wine glass and brought it to the tip of his nose to sniff lightly, then took a sip, his light blue eyes lit up instantly, as if stars were shining. After putting down the wine glass, he turned to look at Osamu Dazai beside him: "Mr. Dazai, you Finding me this time shouldn't be as simple as just drinking, right?"

Under the dim light, I couldn't really see his expression, but from the slightly raised corners of his lips, it could be seen that he was in a very good mood at this time.

Osamu Dazai finished drinking with only a little wine left, sighed contentedly, lay down on the wine table, turned his head to look at Gojo Sora, and blinked his big eyes: "Huh? You guessed wrong——"

"I just want to ask you out for a drink."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips in grievance, and complained: "Could it be that Sora doesn't want to see me?" Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of the rejection he had earlier, and frowned: "For Lafite's sake in 82 , I forgive you for what happened last time..."

This time Osamu Dazai really just wanted to ask Gojo Sora for a drink. Meeting Odasaku and receiving that text message were unexpected.

Oda Saku, who was sitting on Dazai Osamu's right, drank slowly and did not intervene in the conversation between them. He listened quietly to the conversation between the two of them, not feeling bored.

"Ah, right! The latest version of "Complete Suicide Manual" is out! I'll give it to you in a few days—" The black-haired boy suddenly raised his head, his hair fluttering lightly with his movements, and his face was full of uncontrollable expressions. Live the excitement, like a child who got his favorite toy.

When Li Mei heard this, she turned her head slowly and stared at him with cold eyes.

He now finally knew who sent the different versions of The Complete Suicide Manual in his study.

"The latest version? Well... I've already bought it." Wujo turned his head to look at Osamu Dazai, tilted his head slightly, a few strands of white hair fell down to cover half of his face, with a hint of interest in his eyes, and said with a gentle smile: " The content is interesting."

"Yes, yes! This new version has added a new method of suicide——"

Osamu Dazai was pulling Gojo Sora, talking about the contents of "Complete Suicide Manual" with great interest, no matter what point he said, Gojo Sora could perfectly answer the words.

He read the book carefully and even made a series of research.

suicide?

Gojo Sora wouldn't commit suicide, however he would be very interested in letting those people commit suicide.

"When—when—"

The pendulum swung slightly and made a loud sound.

It's eleven o'clock.

Wujo Kong was stunned for a moment, shifted his gaze to the wall clock, looked back after looking at it, put his hands on the wine table, and with the assistance of Limei, he sat in a wheelchair: "It's getting late, I have to go back and rest."

After a pause, he added, "I have to go to school tomorrow."

"We will meet again next time we have a chance."

He hasn't been back to the high school of conjuration for a week, and today he met Wujo Wu and those two guys again. If he doesn't show his face again, he can't justify it.

"Go to school?" When he heard this, Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, his slightly wide-open eyes flashed a flash of surprise, it seemed a little unbelievable that Sora Gojo ran back to Tokyo just to go to school.

Then thinking of Gojo Sora's age and status, Osamu Dazai suddenly felt relieved.

"where do you go to school?"

When Osamu Dazai looked over, gossip appeared on his face.

Limei pushed the wheelchair out of the bar slowly.

The cool evening wind blew head-on, and the hair of the white-haired boy was gently blown.

He tightened the cloak on his body, and said softly, "Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic."

It is referred to as the High School of Conjuration.

"A school dedicated to cultivating magicians?"

Osamu Dazai lightly tapped his chin with his index finger, a hint of interest flashed in his iris-colored eyes, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

In Tokyo, in addition to the supernatural beings entrenched in Yokohama, there is also a group of people called conjurers, who are responsible for exorcising curses born from negative human emotions.

Curse... He has never met it before.

"That sounds interesting."

Wujo Kong lowered his eyes and nodded lightly: "Indeed."

"However, I remember that Kong-kun doesn't seem to have magic power..." After a pause, Osamu Dazai looked down at him, frowning in distress: "Will Kong-kun be bullied in such a school? "

Hearing this, Odasaku subconsciously looked at the white-haired boy sitting in the wheelchair.

Limei pushed the wheelchair and walked into the dark alley. Wujo Kong tapped on the armrest with his fingers, and a chuckle dissipated in the wind: "Well... I will give you the answer tomorrow."

"Okay, then I'll wait for your answer."

The breeze blows, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Halfway through, Limei stopped suddenly, with a hint of killing intent in her eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku also stopped, and they turned their heads to look at this cold boy who rarely spoke in doubt.

"There is a curse spirit."

"Frozen Curse: Smoky Nagi"

Limei slowly raised his head to look at the huge first-level spider curse spirit entrenched on the high wall, immediately released the spell, and blew lightly on the palm of his hand, and the icy air instantly froze the curse spirit.

The three looked up at the same time.

Wujokong could only see the dark starry sky, and the spider ice sculpture hanging high on the wall could not be seen with the naked eye.

"What level is the curse spirit?"

"A first-level curse spirit that was just born." Limei waved his hand to ensure that the freezing air in his hand would not freeze to five emptinesses before re-holding the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Hey, is this the curse spirit?" Staring at the ugly spider monster, Osamu Dazai stroked his chin, blinked his eyes, and said in a funny way, "If you are eaten by this monster, it must be very painful... "

The curse spirit is a bit scary, but the two often wander in the dark and have seen humans that are more terrifying than the curse spirit, and they have a good acceptance of this kind of biological species that is beyond the range of ordinary people.

Three black lines appeared on Odasaku's forehead, he frowned slightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said helplessly, "Dazai, don't say such scary words."

"Huh? Scary?" Osamu Dazai pouted unconvinced, turned his head to look at the white-haired boy on the left, and suddenly approached him: "Does Sora think so too?"

"No." Wujo Kong responded casually: "I can't see the curse spirit—" So, he couldn't feel the horror of the curse spirit.

As soon as the words fell, he felt a sharp gaze sweeping across from a distance.

Osamu Dazai suddenly asked again: "Speaking of which, this is the first time we have seen the curse spirit."

"Once the curse spirit is found, the magician will come to exorcise it immediately." Limei explained: "So, it's normal for the two of you not to see it."

Wu Tiaokong raised his head and looked forward, after staring for a while, he told Limei who was behind him: "Limei, push me to that dark corner—"

He pointed to the fork in the road not far ahead, and there was a dead end any further.

Li Mei responded and pushed him towards the dead end.

Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

"Did you see anything interesting?" Osamu Dazai asked curiously, and said casually, "Ah, most of the people who will appear at this time are punks—"

Gojo Sora didn't respond. Although his body was not good, his five senses were sharper than that of a conjurer.

Just now, someone did look at him.

That kind of look is not something a punk would have.

Therefore, Wujo Kong was a little curious, he wanted to see what was hidden in the darkness.

In the dark dead-end alley, only a few faint yellow rays of light refracted in. The night vision ability of the few people was excellent, and they were not hindered even in the dark.

Soon, they saw the man sitting on the garbage dump.

As the wind blew, a stench mixed with a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils instantly.

Limei took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight software, and the white light instantly illuminated the surroundings. When she looked over, she suddenly met a pair of sharp and fierce black eyes like a black panther.

The man was wearing a tattered black tights, outlining the perfect abdominal muscles. The pants were stained with blood and filth so that the original color could not be seen clearly. There was a hole in the abdomen, and the internal organs could be seen faintly.

Blood flowed out continuously, forming a small pool of blood all over his body. If ordinary people would have died long ago, this person's spirit is not bad.

While Gojo Sora was sizing up this man, the other party was also sizing him up.

White hair and blue eyes——

Such a familiar face, but it's a pity that it's not that guy Gojo Satoru.

Thinking of something, the man suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, his eyes fell presumptuously on Wutiao Kong's face, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

"The twins of the Wutiao family?"

The author has something to say: Before being listed on the list, it was updated at [-]:[-] pm the next day, and I can update this book every day when I finish next door