Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

He took the initiative to attend appointments, and gathered and fought with more than [-] high school students and adults outside the school.

One person also injured more than 20 people. Although there were no serious injuries, the nature was undoubtedly extremely bad.

"Those three habitual offenders are fine, but Fu Hei, you are a top student with a scholarship!"

The principal hated iron for being weak, and walked back and forth in front of the black-haired boy with his hands behind his back, "How can you let yourself and those guys fall into the same situation, even worse than their crimes, let yourself, and even the school Damaged reputation!"

"Reflect, give me a good reflection!"

In short, Fu Heihui was suspended from school without any surprise.

There were a total of three days on the weekend, plus a [-]-word review and an [-]-word letter of guarantee, and then the whole school circulated a criticism, canceling the scholarship qualification for this academic year.

But in terms of review...

To be honest, Hui also thinks he is not a guy with very normal views.

There is nothing wrong with saying that conjurers are lunatics.

He knows fighting is bad, but no matter how many times it happens he will definitely do it, call the police?Looking for adult help?No, he will not make that choice.

Fu Heihui is too passive in nature and basically doesn't trust others. Thanks to this, he has good insight and can always notice many bad details. For example, many things cannot be solved simply by making a small report of.

Whenever Huihui faces incidents like school bullying, compared to the decisions that most normal teenagers would make—such as seeking help from teachers, schools, etc., or interfering with their theories, Huihui is more inclined to rely on himself The power to solve... the physical level.

Because he had experimented in his previous life.

It's not a routine choice, and it's not a reasonable way, but it's the one that works the fastest.

So even if he was reborn once, he would do the same.

Fu Hei never considered himself a messenger of justice, he only acted according to his own conscience, even if it was a morally wrong thing.

So he couldn't hold back his self-criticism.

"Then don't write anymore!" The uninterested dad reached out and picked up the white paper on his son's desk and tore it off, then picked up Hui's collar and pulled him up, "Just take it as a three-day holiday, Kong That guy Shi Yu found me another commission to exorcise the curse, if you have nothing to do, come with me."

Fu Heihui immediately cheered up and looked up at him.

"How much is the commission? It can't be a bad client again, right?"

Fu Heihui felt that when she was the poorest in her previous life, she didn't worry about the family's expenses so much.

It's too difficult, it's really too difficult.

Most of the usual wages of the father and son are separate, and the entrustment of cooperation is fifty-five cents, one card per person.

But despite this, Shirkali's savings will never last for a week, and after spending it, he quietly touches Hui's card, and after being exposed, the frantic little guy chases him for three streets with a magic tool and a dog.

Hui (sticky reading): Laughing to death, I can't catch up with that scum at all.

Later, Hui learned to hide the card in the shadow, and refused to take it life or death. Shi Er was in debt in less than three days after being quiet.

——Someone is willing to lend him money!

Hui looked at the debt collector who came to him in shock, and his hands trembling as he paid back the money for his father.

That's right, Shi Er said that he would pay it back every time, and he would indeed return the money he took away from Hui last time after completing the commission...

But less than a week after going back, he will be touched again!

Even if you earn a lot of money, you also spend a lot of money, and the buttons of your wallet pockets will never be fastened!The savings at home will never survive!

You have to be a moonlight clan!

Hui's face was expressionless, gradually getting used to it: Heh.

In order not to lose even the most basic living expenses, the only thing they don't touch is the cash that Hui regularly hides in the shadows every month for living.

But even so, after Gojo-sensei became his guardian in the previous life, the life of not being rich but at least having enough food and clothing is far away. Now Kei, who is forced to worry about family income and expenditure, cares more about entrusted money than his father in some cases. .

"Avoid the formal way of seeking help from the magic world, and ask the intermediary to find someone from the black market to exorcise the curse. Hui, how can you expect such a client to be better?"

Shi Er sneered, and answered Hui's question:

"Anyway, the target is a curse. We can do things with money. The commission is not high, but if you are idle, you are idle... The base price is 50 yen, but if you curse [troublesome], you can ask for several times."

He emphasized the word [difficult], and then gestured with a flamboyant smile.

Fu Heihui couldn't think of what kind of [troublesome] curse could be encountered by Tianhe Tyrant who was able to tear the special level with his hands and seriously injured Gojo Wu.

...It is obvious that they are going to cheat people.

Fu Heihui did not comment on this, he decided to look at the strength of the curse and the situation of the client before deciding whether to intervene.

"Location?"

"In Sendai City."

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After deciding to accept the commission, Kei began to prepare.

As Fu Heihui grew up, the cooperation between father and son became more and more tacit. Fu Heisher, who has the strongest body of human beings, is invincible in melee combat. Although Heihui is far inferior to him in terms of physical skills and the use of magic tools, he is not bad in the magic world, and the shikigami who can assist from a long distance makes up for Shier who can only fight in close combat. blind spot.

The most important point - Hui's shadow is quite concealed, convenient, versatile and clean, and the replacement of weapons is just a blink of an eye, which is much easier to use than the curse spirit he domesticated.

Stuffing the two people's change of clothes into the shadow, Fu Hei changed into a black slim-fit sleeveless top that was easy to move around, and trousers of the same color with good elasticity.

Because the body is still young, the muscles and nerves are not strong enough, Fu Heihui, who has not inherited the physical body of Shier, in order to prevent the excessive use of magic tools in close combat from causing too much burden on the undeveloped body, he also He put on black elbow, wrist and knee pads for himself.

Finally, a loose off-white hooded jacket was added to completely cover her exposed arms.

The two took the Shinkansen to Sendai Station, and the intermediary Kong Shiyu who was waiting there first went to pick them up early.

"The mission information is here."

Kong Shiyu handed the tablet on the co-pilot to Hui in the back row, and Hui took it over, opened it skillfully, and turned a page.

The name of the client is Kengo Furusawa, a male, and an actor by profession.

It seems to be a popular star recently, because his father runs a big company, he also has the confidence to bring money into the group, successfully found a good role for himself, and has become popular since then.

Since half a month ago, he has been attacked by curses.

Why did he know that it was a curse - because his father knew a little about the magic world, and he had hired a curse master by his side for a long time.

At first it was a small curse of the third or fourth level, and the hired curse master could still deal with it. Later, the number began to increase abnormally. Among the third and fourth level curses, even a second level curse appeared, and the curse master gradually After struggling, he thought about the reason, found the disguised cursed object from Gusawa Kengo, and stopped for a while after sealing it, but within a week, Gusawa Kengo was attacked by the curse again.

Because there were other curse objects mixed in the gift and sent to Guzawa Kengo.

"Ha, did this guy offend someone?"

Shi Er put his son's shoulders on his shoulders and looked at the content casually, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly:

"Being able to live until now after being stuffed with a cursed object, this guy, as an ordinary person, has a really big life."

"Using cursed objects to attract curses to kill people...?" Fu Heihui frowned. Most of the cursed objects in his impression, no matter what level they were, were sealed and guarded. They were almost priceless in the black market. Such things could be regarded as The means of killing are sent to the target one after another, how ruthless is this to offend people?

Let the curse attack an ordinary person... The guy behind the scenes is completely trying to make Guzawa Kengo die without a whole body.

"Hey, Kong!" Shi Er kicked the driver's seat with his foot, "Isn't this a simple request to exorcise the curse? If you dare to nod and say yes, then I will take Hui back now."

This kind of work, which seems very troublesome, is only paid 50 yuan-then go to hell.

Both of Shi'er's eyes are filled with the words [plus money].

"50 is just the reserve price to exorcise a curse." Kong Shiyu said, "50 a piece."

Shi Er was still not interested, "Instead of counting by the strength of the curse, count by the number?"

"Because what the client really wants you to do is to find out the curse master behind the scenes, and then kill him, once and for all."

Fu Hei and his son are now only taking over the work of exorcising curses and dealing with curse masters, but generally speaking, the latter is relatively small.

"What about the money? How much do they give?"

"1000 million." Kong Shiyu turned his face to the side and compared a number with his left hand, "If it is done within three days, they will double it for you."

Shir nodded.

"Why is it in Sendai?" Fu Heihui turned another page, he looked up at Kong Shiyu, "It says he was born in Kyoto, right?"

"He went to Sendai on vacation nominally."

Kong Shiyu replied, "Probably because there have been too many [accidents] in Kyoto in the past half month, public opinion has affected his career, and the abnormal number of curses has attracted the attention of the conjurers in Kyoto. Li, for [unknown reason], they plan to go back to the villa in Sendai, and go back after the curse is resolved."

"[What reason I don't know]?" Fu Heihui repeated, frowning.

"Well... it won't be a good thing after all." Kong Shiyu calmed down, "I will entrust the guys in the black market... Don't expect too much from them, Huijun."

I was afraid that the regular conjurers in Kyoto would notice, so I left in a hurry, and the reason for contacting offending people was self-evident.

It’s nothing more than that Guzawa Kengo did something terrible and would definitely be arrested, so even if they were secretly retaliated, the rich and powerful only wanted to hire those desperadoes who could work as long as they were paid, and then Continue to live as if nothing had happened.

Instead of hiring a regular magician.

Because a regular conjurer will definitely report it to the cooperating police after he understands the reason.

"……whispering sound."

Not knowing what was going on in his mind, Fu Heihui snorted reluctantly, his little expression was almost exactly the same as when his father was reluctant.

"Don't think so much."

Shi Er reached out and ruffled the stinky-faced child's hair, "Even if the client did something bad, the curser who secretly took revenge didn't care about the other ordinary people who were implicated, and he was no different from the guy who issued the commission—— Well, I don't care, but if you think so, you'll feel better, right?"

Tian and Tyrant were careless: "But I still suggest that you give up this boring dissatisfaction as soon as possible. We only need money to get it. Hui, after all, our current job is no different from that of a curse master."

Hui returned the tablet to Kong Shiyu, glanced at Shi Er noncommittally, snorted dissatisfiedly, but leaned on Shi Er without hesitation to catch up on sleep.

The car was driving fast on the highway.