After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Kumamoto Prefecture, Kuma Village

PM, 05:30

"Those teenagers who had an accident heard that there are shrines in the woods. They believe that if they find these gods who haven't been worshiped for a long time and make a wish, the gods will respond to them—?"

Because of this, the teenagers suffered disasters.

If the villagers hadn't noticed something was wrong and went up the mountain to look for them the next day, no one would have noticed that almost all of them were dead.

The scene of the crime was covered with blood and wreckage, which looked like a horrible massacre.

The military and police couldn't find the murderer, so they had to hand over the matter to a special department - the world of magic.

Gojo Sora held the umbrella in one hand, and opened the notebook with the other. The information he had just received was clearly recorded on the paper. After reading it, he looked sideways at the black-haired boy beside him who was playing with his mobile phone.

"Student Xia You, do you believe in gods?"

Xia Youjie raised his head from the phone screen when he heard this, frowned slightly and thought: "I don't really believe it..."

"If there is a god, then the curse spirit should die."

Gojo Sora chuckled, and there was a gleam of joy in his light blue eyes: "You're right."

If there are gods in this world, then the wishes he made when he was young and ignorant should also be fulfilled one by one.

Unfortunately, so far, none of them have been realized.

Gojo Sora put away his notebook and never mentioned this matter again.

"Let's go in and take a look first." Xia Youjie looked up at the sky, and said to Wu Tiaokong: "Fix it as soon as possible, and we can return to the high school in the evening."

Wujo Kong has no objection to this.

As Ye Mo Zhengdao said, there is a path here that is enough for the wheelchair to move forward. Xia Youjie pushed the wheelchair easily, but he stopped suddenly when he walked halfway.

"Turn left ahead, and we should be there—" Xia Youjie looked at the map on his phone, his brows were knit together, and finally he sighed and gave up. He said to the boy in the wheelchair, "Let's go and see it first." Look, if you don't find it, come back tomorrow."

"Hmm...Xia You, can you lend me your mobile phone?" Wu Tiaokong didn't respond to his words, but asked another matter gently and politely.

"Huh?" Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows in doubt, and handed the phone to him as he said: "Here."

The map of Kumo Village was a mess. He studied it for a while, and his head ached. It would be a good thing if Wu Tiaokong could understand it.

Wujo Kong took the phone, clicked on the map, and studied it carefully.

This time, Li Mei didn't come with him, and he had to rely on himself for everything.

After all, he wasn't in the habit of putting his life in the hands of strangers.

"This way—" One minute later, Wu Tiao Kong returned the phone to Xia Youjie, pointed to the seemingly endless forest path ahead, and said, "Turn left not far ahead."

"Then, turn right again up the ramp."

"okk."

Xia Youjie pushed the wheelchair forward again.

Under Wu Tiaokong's guidance, after 15 minutes, the scenery in front of me changed.

The sun slanted down through the branches and leaves, and a dilapidated small shrine appeared in sight.

The small shrine has been abandoned for many years. The statue standing at the gate is covered with dust, and the cracks spread all over the body like spider webs. It seems that it will be shattered in a gust of wind.

The original colors of the beams and columns cannot be seen, and the broken ropes are tied to them, swaying in the wind.

"arrive."

The two came to the center of the field.

As the breeze blew, the dead leaves on the ground were rolled up, twirled in mid-air, and fell to the ground again.

Wujo Kong slightly raised his head and looked around. He couldn't see anything unusual, so he turned his head to Xia Youjie beside him, and asked doubtfully, "Is there a curse spirit here?"

"Yes, a powerful curse breath." Xia Youjie rubbed his chin and explained to Wujo Kong: "It probably comes from a special curse."

"I'll go find the cursed object first, you wait here for me—"

After a pause, Xia Youjie felt that it was not safe to leave Wutiaokong here alone, so he turned his head and said, "Just shout if you have something to do."

"Okay." Wutiao Kong smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, and said in a gentle voice: "Xia You, please rest assured, I regret my life."

Xia Youjie nodded, walked straight past the boy in the wheelchair, stepped forward quickly, and pushed open the gate of the shrine.

The heavy wooden door squeaked, and the afterglow of the sunset followed the opened door and spilled into the room. Xia Youjie stood by the door and looked inside.

The shrine was so messy that it seemed to have been baptized by a major earthquake, and the dry dark red blood on the ground could still be vaguely seen.

There was still a trace of blood in the air.

The curse breath is getting stronger and stronger.

There was dead silence all around.

Xia Youjie stared, walked in, and was about to look for the super-grade cursed object stored away, but according to the information from Ye Mo Zhengdao, the cursed object was hidden in a dark underground compartment.

Underground, secret compartment? !

He stopped suddenly, looked down at his feet, and suddenly fell silent.

Is this asking him to look for them one by one? !

Xia Youjie supported his forehead, and before he started to act, he turned his head to look at the boy waiting outside, and saw that he pushed the wheelchair and ran to another place at some point, as if he was observing his surroundings.

Forget it, let him do it himself.

Lift your foot and step on the ground heavily. If there is a hidden space, there will be a response from below. Fortunately, the shrine does not occupy a large area. After 10 minutes, Xia Youjie successfully found the hidden space under the fallen statue.

Pushing away the two-meter-high statue, Xia Youjie let out a breath, squatted down, picked up the loose floor tile, and took out a long, dark wooden box with spell patterns painted on it.

He looked at the long wooden box, and gently stroked the curse patterns on the box with his index finger. These were the seal curse patterns, but there was a big hole in the corner, and the breath of the super-grade curse object leaked, which attracted the curse spirit.

Now I finally found the reason.

Then, the wooden box was opened, revealing a super-grade cursed object tightly wrapped by a charm placed inside.

Seeing this familiar shape, Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is the finger of the king of curses, the two-faced Su Nuo, right?

The charm is still there, but it can emit such a powerful aura, Xia Youjie doesn't think about it except for the two-faced Su Nuo's fingers.

Once the cursed object is in hand, and then get rid of those hidden cursed spirits, the task will be over.

At this moment, the mutation protruded!

Boom!

Xia Youjie suddenly rolled to the side, and in an instant, the place where he was originally was pierced by a tentacle.

Before he could see the attacker clearly, there was a sudden bang from outside, and Xia Youjie said inwardly that something was wrong, that guy Wutiaokong had no magic power and couldn't see the magic spirit, which meant that he was in a very dangerous situation!

Xia Youjie knelt on the ground with one knee, looked back to the top of the eaves, and saw an octopus-like second-level curse spirit clinging tightly to the roof, with a look of disgust in his eyes, and immediately summoned several curse spirits to wrap around it , and ran outside.

He was careless, he shouldn't have left five empty and one person outside!

a few minutes ago

Wujo Kong was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a black umbrella with one hand, completely blocking the afterglow of the setting sun. Even though the sun was extraordinarily warm at this time, it was still very harmful to him.

The small shrine was so quiet that Xia Youjie's footsteps could be heard. He chuckled, turned the wheelchair rather boringly, came not far from the statue, and looked up to study the statue carefully.

Perhaps it has been abandoned for too long, and the original appearance of the statue has long been lost.

Gojo Sora took out a handkerchief and lightly pressed it on his nose. Just when he was about to turn around, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

In a corner that he couldn't see, a curse spirit about three meters high gradually appeared and quietly came behind him, muttering incessantly: "Kill...Kill."

"kill……"

The wind blows, the hair on the forehead flutters with the wind, the five empty eyes gradually darken, the thumb gently rubs the handle of the umbrella, slightly tilts the head, and looks backward from the corner of the eye.

Nothing at all.

However, in a place invisible to the naked eye, the third-level curse spirit was slowly walking towards him.

Although he couldn't see it, he was keenly aware of the sticky, disgusting feeling in the air, and that thing was behind him.

How far is it from him?

Three meters?one meter?Or is it close at hand?

At a time like this, he could completely exorcise the cursed spirit with the spirit of words, but when he thought of Xia Youjie in the shrine, Gojo Sora evoked a slight smile.

Exorcise?

No, injury is much more interesting than exorcism.

I don't know how the elder brother will react after learning about this?

After this idea appeared in his mind, Wu Tiaokong pondered in his heart the damage that the attack of the curse spirit would cause to him.

If it is a special grade, although it will not die directly, it may also cause serious injuries. How many injuries will cause a reaction?

Before he could figure it out, the curse spirit stretched out its claws and caught him whole.

The black umbrella fell to the ground with a clatter.

In an instant, severe pain swept across the brain, and Wutiaokong could even hear the crisp cracking sound of the bones in the body, the stinging pain from the skin exposed to the sun, and a smear of blood suddenly spilled from the corner of the mouth.

The pain sensation has long been numb, but the brain still clearly receives information from the pain-sensing nerve.

In the next second, a black figure suddenly jumped out, jumped up, kicked the curse spirit hard on the head, bent down to pick up the five holes in the curse spirit's hand, kicked hard, and jumped in mid-air nimbly , and landed firmly on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

Xia Youjie looked at the young man in his arms. He was lighter than expected, not at all the weight that a normal young man should have. When his eyes fell on the blood on the corner of his mouth, his brows furrowed.

"Ahem..." Wujo Kong coughed up a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his thumb, and kept a gentle smile on his pale face: "I'm fine."

"Sorry, I became a burden."

"It's none of your business." Xia Youjie put him in a safe place, stood up, looked at the third-level curse spirit who had climbed up again, and immediately became serious, saying: "Wait, I'll be there soon." Just get rid of these curse spirits—"

Wu Tiaokong didn't respond, and stared at Xia Youjie's back with a pleasant smile in his eyes.

The afterglow fell on the exposed skin, and the skin slowly became red, swollen and itchy.

Wujo Kong covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and took out a palm-sized special magic tool from his pocket - a small dagger.

When he felt that strange feeling coming again, he had a very quick reflex, raised the small dagger, stabbed fiercely above the top of his head according to his intuition, opened and closed his lips silently, and spit out two words.

[Go to hell. 】

Xia Youjie noticed a change in the rear, and suddenly turned his head to look, and saw the curse spirit appearing from nowhere, with its bloody mouth wide open, swallowing Wutiaokong.

Those long and narrow eyes suddenly tightened.