Bungo Play Guide

｜Jinjiang Literature City Genuine Edition

The time projection Xia Youjie saw was not an exception. While he was disturbed by these phantoms, Gojo Satoru also suffered the impact of history.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the tree and looked at everything that happened in front of him with a cold expression. He was far calmer than Xia Youjie. He clearly realized that everything that happened now was just a projection of history, and he could not change anything.

It's just that Gojo Satoru didn't expect that he would meet Osamu Dazai in this way.

The phantom of Osamu Dazai formed by the white mist coldly said to the conjurer blocking him: "If you don't get out of the way, I won't be polite."

The leading conjurer obviously didn't want to confront him head-on, so he raised his hand and reasoned with Osamu Dazai: "Mr. Dazai, it's not that we want to stop you, as you can see, Zhongyuan Zhong has lost his ability to be a human being." The rationality, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and targeting ordinary people."

"The power of the curse spirit in his body is out of control. Even if he doesn't completely turn into a curse spirit, he will become a curse master hunted down by the cursed world." The leading magician spread his hands, "The higher-ups have issued an order. The death penalty for Zhongye in the Central Plains can then be executed."

"Hehe..." Osamu Dazai sneered, "If you are not of my race, their hearts must be different. Don't you think so?"

The conjurer confronting Osamu Dazai did not speak.

Osamu Dazai laughed for a long time, tears came out of his eyes, he wiped his tears gently, and restrained his sneering expression.

"What an arrogant conjurer."

The leading conjurer calmly ignored Osamu Dazai's words, and said slowly: "It's not that we can't accommodate Nakahara Chuya, after all, he is also a powerful conjurer, and with you here, he That little ailment on my body is not a problem at all.”

"But you still decided to carry out the death penalty." Dazai Osamu looked gloomy.

"It's not that there is no turning point." The conjurer said with a smile, "The Kamo family accepted the task of executing Chuya in the Central Plains, but the Zenyuan family did not."

This sentence means that the Chanyuan family can save people.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and there is no such thing as a stuffed pie out of thin air.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, and almost laughed angrily: "Oh, then what conditions do you Zenyuan family have?"

The conjurer of the Chanyuan Family snapped his fingers, looking like he was sure of winning: "It saves effort to talk to smart people. Our request is very simple. You and Zhong Yuanzhong also join the Zen Yuan Family."

The power of Nakahara Chuya is undeniable, and what is more important is Osamu Dazai's unprecedented technique to eliminate all spell power, what an eye-catching technique.

This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone. On the one hand, the Kamo family and Osamu Dazai have conflicts, and on the other hand, they can absorb two promising magicians.

The conjurer of the Chanyuan family is very sure that Osamu Dazai will not refuse this proposal.

Losing freedom, but being able to save his friends, what a worthwhile deal!

Osamu Dazai was silent, he raised his head and looked in the direction where Chuya Nakahara was in the distance, his expression gradually became dignified.

Gojo Satoru looked at the projection of history and shook his head mockingly. He could clearly see the tricks of the upper echelons, and he also disdained them very much. This kind of method of forcing people to submit happened to be the most taboo of Gojo Satoru.

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For his own friend, what would Osamu Dazai do? Wujo Satoru felt very complicated about this.

The wheel of history is slowly moving forward, looking at the past from the present, Gojo Satoru has never heard of Chuya Zhongyuan, and there is a high probability that he lost his life in this transaction.

Then Osamu Dazai's choice is obvious, he chose freedom and gave up his friends.

Although these aristocratic families are pedantic, ignorant, and disgusting, they will never lose their words in the interests of the current affairs.

Gojo Gojo's blue pupils gradually became condensed, and he looked at Osamu Dazai who was bowing his head in thought.

Suddenly, the eloquent teacher in the college classroom, Dazai Osamu, who stood in front of the family without hesitation, came into Gojo Satoru's mind.

Is Osamu Dazai such a person?

Wujo Satoru suddenly hesitated.

"Good calculation." Gojo Satoru saw that Osamu Dazai closed his eyes as if giving up, and when he opened them again, his eyes had no light, like a puppet on a string.

The conjurer shook his head slightly: "How can you say that, we just take what we need."

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it." Dazai Osamu was curious about how everyone got what they needed.

"I have investigated your information, and you are the conjurers who are under the supervision of Nocturnal Moth Zhengdao, because your spells are an unprecedented exception in the entire history of mankind." Although he has a powerful technique, he can only live in a small place like a high school, and he must be supervised by that hypocrite Noctua Moth."

"You who have the same experience as him, don't you want to be free?" The conjurer tempted Dazai Osamu like the whisper of a devil.

"Leaving this place is to learn on the surface, but secretly it is to imprison your spell experts and live for yourself."

Dazai was silent.

Through the projection of time, Gojo Satoru seemed to know something inside that he shouldn't know. His loose body gradually tensed up, and he watched everything that happened in the arena with full concentration.

What about captivity?

What do they mean by freedom?

"Freedom?" Osamu Dazai sneered, "It's just a new cage."

The conjurer laughed but said nothing.

"If you want to have "filth" and "disqualification in the world" at the same time, it depends on whether you can eat it. Osamu Dazai sneered, "Of course I can promise you, but the premise is that you can really bring Nakahara Chuya to me?" "

The conjurer of the Chanyuan family is very confident: "Of course, I have sent people to monitor all the conjurers who participated in the execution of the Kamo family this time. As long as you agree to my conditions, I will return you a complete one tonight." Zhongye in the Central Plains."

Osamu Dazai nodded: "Okay, I promise you."

"Okay, good! Good!" the conjurer was ecstatic, "I'll send someone to save Zhongya in the Central Plains immediately."

The over-excited conjurer didn't notice that the corners of Dazai Osamu's mouth gradually straightened, and his expression became gloomy.

Gojo Satoru saw Dazai Osamu's lips move slightly, then seemed to feel some pain, raised his hand to cover his heart, and frowned, Gojo Satoru stepped forward, approached the projection of Dazai Osamu's time, and listened carefully .

"That's too late."

Gojo Satoru heard Dazai Osamu muttering to himself.

That's too late?

What's too late?

Gojo Satoru's doubt was not answered, the illusion gradually dissipated, and there was no trace of the boy anywhere.

Gojo Satoru started to move forward with full of doubts. He didn't know where the front was, and he didn't know where he should go, so he could only keep walking, walking.

Gojo Satoru, who was walking, suddenly found a familiar figure from behind, which surprised him very much.

"Jie!" Gojo Gou rushed forward and put Xia Youjie's shoulders on his shoulders, "You are here, I have found you, this white mist is really evil."

Xia Youjie didn't answer Gojo Wu.

"Jie?" Gojo Satoru called again in doubt.

Only then did Xia Youjie come back to his senses, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he forced a smile: "It's enlightenment, I thought..."

It's the... people.

Thinking of the scene just now, Xia Youjie's stomach turned violently, his throat tightened, and his tongue became stiff again.

He wanted to say something.

What is he trying to say?

Xia Youjie himself didn't know what to say.

He buried all his thoughts in his heart, and no longer recalled the terrible thing that had arisen in his heart just now.

"I..." Xia Youjie moved his astringent throat, "I just saw Mr. Dazai in the white mist, Mr. Dazai from the high school period."

Xia Youjie transferred everything he saw just now to Wujo Wu. He stated everything from an objective point of view, and did not express his subjective perspective, which would affect Wujo Wu's judgment.

"You mean..." Gojo Satoru was a little unbelievable, "Chuya Chuya, was attacked by a group of ordinary people... he, he didn't resist?!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the muttered words of Osamu Dazai in his youth, and the palm that suddenly covered his heart.

Could it be that he had already noticed the death of Chuya Zhongyuan before he would say such a sentence.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes, and the shadows shrouded his brows and eyes. No matter how many thoughts were surging in his heart, he still said calmly: "I saw that he wanted to resist, but when he found that the people surrounding him When it was a group of ordinary people without magic power, he gave up."

While giving up using magic power to target ordinary people, he gave up the hope of life.

Gojo Satoru was also silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressed. After a long time, he scratched his hair irritably, and stood up.

"Tsk, what a fucking world." He wanted to put his sunglasses back on, "Jie, what are you going to do."

The subconscious meaning of Gojo Satoru is that I will listen to you.

Gojo Satoru didn't know much about emotional matters, so he was willing to hand over the decision to Xia Youjie, and he believed that Xia Youjie would make the right judgment.

"Let's get rid of the curse spirit that caused this white mist forest first." Xia Youjie suppressed his emotions and made a correct judgment.

"Whether these illusions are true or not, our priority is to prevent this forest of white mist from spreading, because" it will harm ordinary people.

Xia Youjie didn't finish his sentence. It was obviously his idea, but he couldn't say anything at this moment.

He might even think that in a world full of monkeys, destruction would be no big deal.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's smile before he died kept replaying in Xia Youjie's mind.

"I know, because it will hurt ordinary people, right?" Gojo Wu was worthy of being Xia Youjie's best friend, and he took his next sentence very smoothly.

Xia Youjie faltered: "Hmm..."

"Okay, the strongest conjurers are about to start working!" Gojo Satoru was impatient for a long time.

It's decided, the weather he hates the most in his life is the smog day!

The author has something to say: there are some bugs, and I will explain them in the next chapter.

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感谢在2021-05-0821:05:32~2021-05-0921:44:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: one antinomy has no conscience;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 2 refills with one press; 1 piece of Clivia, Kitten Zaizhi, I’m lucky (laughs), completely unknown, Yiyiyiyiacridine, wind-cut Xichuang candle, and almond mooncake;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：不正6瓶；紫荆、玉沙露华、光之逆子、42422426、岚霜、玖5瓶；徐静女、嗜甜的天然卷2瓶；帽子中也、不抽到钟离绝不改名！1瓶；

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