Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

When an originally strong person has a weakness, there are often two interpretations.

One is the belief that this will make him weaker, that he will have a fatal Achilles' heel, and that he will be held hostage by this and forced to agree to things he doesn't want to do.

Terrible.

The second is that it makes people stronger.

Let the walking dead who had no expectations for life and were mired in the past regain their strength, and desperately climbed up from the bottom of society for that little light that belongs to them.

Even for the precious treasures he has now, he can go to the past that is unsightly and makes him insensitive and avoid... Showing the fangs of ferocious beasts!

Both of these points perfectly fit the current Fuheshier.

He once ran away from his family because he couldn't bear it, but because of years of humiliation, he was forced to wear invisible shackles, just like the giant elephant in the story who was restrained with chains when he was young. Even though the queen had the power to break the chain, she chose to remain silent because she lost the will to resist.

Gojo Satoru's ridicule was not without reason.

Obviously just being strong is enough to be comparable to the Zenyuan Zhipiren, the current head of the Zenyuan family, but it turned out to be so mixed up.

If there was no such accident as Kei, according to the original trajectory of fate, this guy would have lived a ridiculously short life without dignity.

But accidents do happen.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but lament the man's good luck.

Just this once, like a miraculous accident.

This social scum who is engaged in the bloody and dirty industry of the black market has a new life like shit. The shackles were different, the chains from Megumi and Eri were as soft and harmless as silk, pulling him out of the mud.

Fuheisher, who has Nilin, is far more like a [person] than before.

Even being threatened by a guy he hates because of this is far better than in the past.

In order to avoid that terrible [future], Gojo Satoru could barely endure the present Fuheshier and include him in his own category.

After all, this man can be trusted in matters related to Hui.

Gojo Satoru: "Before Hui subdue Mo Xuluo...my suggestion is to let you find a force to join and use your strength to ask for asylum...but now, the situation is different."

After subduing Mo Xuluo, he can be sure to have at least ten shikigami, Fu Heihui, whose strength can be called a super class. In addition, he is comparable to the current Patriarch of the Zen Academy, and can easily get rid of it by the power of the spell, leaving the magician helpless. The [Fate and Karma] cycle of Vheshel.

The former's Kei, Gojo Satoru can trust 100%; while the latter's Shi Er can be restrained by Kei.

After parting with Megumi last time, the [Memory] was triggered again, and Gojo Satoru, who received excessive information, changed his mind.

——The Zenyuan family who was so bad that Hui was forced to flee and eventually died.

With such a good condition, it would be too uncomfortable not to bite them back.

"Hey, let me tell you." Wujo Wu said, "I've been useless for most of my life. Anyway, now I'm going to fight against the monastery. Why don't you just destroy everything you're unhappy about?"

Heaven and Tyrant, who had been humiliated to the point of numbness, raised their eyes.

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The High School of Conjuration in Tokyo can be said to be the territory of the Gojo family, and the personnel who work and study there are all under the protection of the Gojo family.

Fu Heisher looked at Gojo Satoru as if he was looking at a piece of trash who abducted his son.

He reluctantly accepted Wujo Wu's olive branch for Hui's sake, and then became the shopkeeper, letting Wujo Wu do the work.

Until he received a message from Wujo Wu, saying that he planned to take them back to the home of the Zen Monastery in Kyoto.

what.

Go back to that dump.

Fu Heisher showed disgust on his face. He counted a bunch of spell tools the day before departure and took good care of them.

He stuffed the weapons he could use into the body of the domestic curse, and put all the rest in Hui's shadow.

"Why do you feel like you're going to fight?" Fu Heihui couldn't explain, "We're just going to negotiate, right? Although Mr. Wutiao suggested that you destroy everything you're unhappy with, I definitely don't mean to fight directly."

After all, the Chanyuan family is one of the three imperial families.

If typing directly could solve the problem, Gojo Satoru would have done so long ago.

"Hmph, that kind of place..." Shier narrowed his eyes, "It's impossible not to prepare for the worst."

"Speaking of which, I've never heard you mention the Zenyuan family."

Shi Er paused for a while, "There's nothing to mention."

"Really." Fu Heihui thought about Zenyuan Maki's attitude of not wanting to talk too much, and finally did not ask.

But Shire himself was quick to repent:

"No, as expected, it's better to tell you clearly, lest you go there for the first time, and you are not mentally prepared to be bullied."

It's not the first time, Fu Heihui thought.

In fact, he also went to the Chanyuan home in his previous life, although it was only once and at a very young age.

It was also Mr. Gojo who took him there, and he was dragged by Wujo Wu to the living room of the Chanyuan's house, urging him to perform some magic rituals.

That capricious man with a bad taste seems to be just looking at the ugly expressions of the elders of the Buddhist monastery.

However, Fu Heihui really didn't know the situation of the Chanyuan family.

Neither Gojo Satoru nor Zenyuan Maki-senior liked to mention that place very much.

Fu Heihui was not interested in the monastery, but if it had something to do with Shier, that would be another matter.

Hui picked up the little black cat that always trailed behind her, then walked forward, and sat cross-legged in front of Shi Er, with a look of listening attentively.

"The Chanyuan home... To put it simply, it is a place where you have an excellent talent as a conjurer, and you will be invested a lot of resources to cultivate it. Money, privileges, women, treasures, everything will be sent to you."

"But if it's like me, a family heir who has no magic power at all, or has low magic power, and can hardly become a magician..."

He said with a sneer, his face full of sarcasm:

"Male words will probably be ignored, and it's not surprising to throw them into the pile of cursed spirits and die. For women, those with better backgrounds will probably serve the son-in-law, and those with a slightly worse background will be assigned to other clansmen as concubines and servants. As honest as you are, there are probably only these ways out, and in that place, without magic power and powerful spells, it is worthless."

"That guy Wujo asked you to hide your spells first. Under this premise, after you go to the Zenyuan family tomorrow, you, as my useless son, will undoubtedly be rejected or bullied by the successors of the Zenyuan family. I will believe the information from the investigation of the magic world, the 13-year-old genius who repelled the special class, before witnessing it with my own eyes, it will only be regarded as my bluff."

"In short, if someone dares to bully you, remember to fight back, don't hesitate." Shi Er raised the corner of his mouth, "I beat up a group of people before I left home."

All of them were the most outstanding group of sorcerers in the Zen Academy at that time.

By the way, it seems to include the fellow clan... The guy named Chanyuan Fan, who is his?It seems to be uncle, right?

The guy who was bitter about not being the head of the family even once wanted to kill himself who had no magic power and was a disgrace to the family.

But was killed by him.

Killed by him with overwhelming strength.

The other person's expression at that time...was funny enough to laugh out loud.

"Trash?" Fu Heihui listened calmly, and there was only one sentence in his mind: "If you are a trash, those who can't beat you are nothing but trash."

Shi Er was slightly taken aback.

"You still have those old scars on your body at the corner of your mouth." Hui raised his hand and lightly touched the corner of the man's mouth, "It was done at the Zenyuan before? They want to kill you?"

Fu Heisher opened his eyes wide, but didn't have time to answer.

Fu Heihui instantly confirmed something, and snorted with a stinking expression.

Hui's tone was cold and firm, "I see."

what do you know?

Shi Er subconsciously wanted to ask.

But before he could speak, the shadows under the father and son moved, and the curse spirit Huili who slowly leaned out of his body diverted Shi Er's attention.

——Eri has the liquid nature of Shadow Stream. Although the main body is nearly four meters high, it can decompose the body and reshape the body in a short time according to the building space and its own needs.

Curse Eri, who had returned to her previous size, leaned over and held Shi'er's face, stared at her dark eyes without whites for a while, rubbed her soft fingertips at the corner of Shi'er's mouth for a while, and finally shared with Hui Same, his expression became especially cold and hard.

Take revenge.

The mother and son had these three words written all over their faces.

"Shi'er." Juling Huili hugged her husband's neck, kissed the corner of the other's mouth, then squinted her eyes and rubbed against the other's face: "Shi'er, the best, I, love..."

I don't know if it was due to forced hatching, or it should have been.

Eri couldn't fully express a sentence.

But both father and son could immediately grasp the meaning of the broken words.

"……I know."

Shir said in a muffled voice.

Ju Linghuili's eyes were bent, and her dehumanized face was gentle. Suddenly, her body turned into a pool of black shadows, and then reshaped her body again.

It was two or three circles bigger than before, enough for the curse spirit to hold her husband and son into her arms.

"I, protect... Hui, even, I won't, let... hurt... Hui, even."

I can't speak fluently, but the names of my husband and children are very clear.

[I will protect you and not let anyone hurt you. ]

Ju Linghuili wanted to say over and over again, only this sentence.

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The next day, Gojo Satoru drove the car to pick up the man and went to the home of the Zen Temple in Kyoto.

—None of them were in suits.

Forget Wujo Wu's high school uniform, Fu Heisher just wore the black T-shirt and kung fu pants specially designed for fighting, looking like he was just looking for trouble.

Fu Heihui is casual clothes that are convenient for sports. He has thought about the etiquette before the visit, but...

Anyway, everyone is like this, so why should he be that special case, and force himself to respect a family that he has silently held grudges against.

He guessed that Gojo Satoru didn't even write the visit letter, and just called together and it was over.

Fu Heihui remained expressionless, feeling at ease.

When the three of them arrived at the Zenyuan's house, the elderly maid who had been waiting at the door for a long time, dressed in kimono, immediately went forward.

She leaned forward with dead eyes, just like the puppet Shi Er mentioned earlier, every movement is standard like a machine, and the waitress is respectful: "Gui'an, Lord Wujo, and the other two, I am ordered to wait for you here For a long time, please follow me to the waiting room and wait for a while, and make arrangements after I notify the Patriarch."

Five adults.

the other two.

Different titles clearly highlight the difference in treatment.

This is an elderly maid. Since she can be arranged to receive the head of the Wutiao family, she must be the one who is more experienced in the family and has more say in the servant level.

That is to say, it is impossible not to know Shier.

Mingming Shier is the nephew of the current head of the Chanyuan family.

But she ignored it.

Because Shi'er, who has zero mana power, has no status in the monastery's family, even the servants feel that there is no need to address and respect him. In her eyes at this time, the other party is just a subordinate brought by Gojo Wu.

The same goes for Son of Trash.