Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

"Hey, what the hell is this thing?"

It was one past five in the evening.

Fu Heisher squatted down, looking down at the body of Target A.

The suture that ran across the entire forehead of the other party was cut off by him with a knife just now, and the entire head was exposed unexpectedly.

Really the whole skull.

It seemed that something had been neatly cut open on the top of the head, and after losing the suture thread, it immediately fell to the other side, revealing the empty interior that was also stained with a little blood and flesh foam.

The brain that should have been there was hollowed out.

To be precise, it seemed to be parasitized by something else before, but it disappeared now.

Disappeared out of thin air.

Under the premise that there is nothing around.

To be honest, this picture is quite weird and infiltrating.

Huili quietly emerged from the shadow, but Shier covered her eyes in time and coaxed her back.

Reminiscent of Wujo Satoru's emphasis on destroying the brain, Fu Heisher immediately understood something.

The man clicked his tongue, picked up the half of the skull on the ground and took a look, there were some scorched marks inside, and a broken key that was about as long as his thumb... Judging from the sense of age and the residual spell power , probably a spell tool.

I don't know where to hide it, so I can't squeeze it in my head, right?

Shier took a photo, then threw the thing next to the corpse in disgust, and then walked towards the only abandoned factory around.

Ten minutes later, he called Gojo Goren in the middle of the night.

Gojo Satoru was still up, and he was also working overtime.

"Hey, failed."

[People ran away? ] Gojo Satoru yawned, stretched his voice, it didn't seem very unexpected, [or did he throw away his body and run? ]

Shi Er grudgingly clicked his tongue. Huili, with the natural advantage added in the middle of the night, continued to expand the shadow area. He searched for a circle within a hundred meters, but found no traces. He had to hold his nose and admit: "The part of the brain is gone, the body is still there."

[Well...although I also expected this possibility. ]

After all, he is an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. No matter what, his IQ and ability to save his life are second to none.

Gojo Satoru sighed regretfully, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: [I have to say, you are really inferior. ]

The corner of Fu Heisher's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the phone tightened.

His stinky face was exactly the same as Hui's: "..."

He would rather fail a hundred times than be ridiculed by Wujo Wujo justifiably.

whispering sound! !

[Didn't you destroy his brain?Didn't I tell you earlier? ]

"Nonsense, I wouldn't make such a mistake. I stabbed it with the Tianni Hoko." Shi Er replied with a murderous tone, "In order to avoid surviving like a monster like you, I stabbed him three times. , Judging from the feel, I obviously stabbed something in his skull."

Gojo Satoru choked.

It seemed to recall the time when Shi Er stabbed him with the Tennihoko.

Tiannihoko is a magic-breaking sword that can penetrate the effects of all spells, such as Wujo Satoru's no-lower limit spell. If you often rely on spells to protect yourself, you will often suffer a lot from this spell.

Astrohoko is particularly effective against defensive spells.

But not without a solution.

If he was pierced by the Tennis Hoko and did not die immediately after the blade was pulled out, then the person with the reversal technique could still heal the wound before death and revive him—just like Gojo Satoru did back then.

However, there are very few people who can reverse the spell, and even fewer understand it when they are dying.

At least Fu Heisher has only seen Gojo Satoru for so many years.

But a precedent is enough.

This precedent represents a hidden danger. He has already overturned his car once because of it, and he will never make the same mistake again.

After Fu Heisher dealt with Gojo Satoru, every time he performed a mission, he had to be sure that the target was dead before leaving.

For example, this time, because Gojo Satoru emphasized the need to destroy the brain, Shi Er, who is also above the IQ, vaguely speculated about the possibility, and under the premise that the damage to the opponent's throat, heart, and limbs failed to kill him, he used the Tennis Hoko Stabbed the opponent's head three times.

The last blow didn't even take the knife away, he pulled it out and took it away after the body was completely still.

But even so, the last thing he saw was the empty skull.

Tsk, it is really more tenacious than cockroaches.

[Pfft... stabbed three times? ]

Wujo Wujo opened his blue eyes wide when he heard the words, and his spirit, which was lacking in interest because of being too sleepy, was instantly ignited. He covered his hands and smiled:

[Three stabs with the Tiannihoko? ]

Shi Er expressionlessly took a picture of the Tenni Hoko, which was still stained with rotten blood and scum, and showed him the photo he had just taken.

[...Probably due to the effect of the key-shaped special spell, that old monster is indeed not that easy to kill, but even if he is not dead, the current situation is definitely not very good, poof——]

Gojo Satoru, who had been preparing for failure for a long time, was in an extremely happy mood. After several times of muffled laughter, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed out loud with a flamboyant tone:

[It’s still a good job, hey, after the corpse is disposed of, bring back the key-shaped magic tool to me, and the blood stains of Tennihoko are also preserved. ]

For living beings, blood and body tissue are quite useful things, because they represent connections.

The effect of the spell is all kinds of strange, such as Nagasaki Wild Rose's Ruling spell, which can be used to attack a scarecrow that has been placed on the target, including blood or body tissue, for a long-range attack.

The ancient books stored in Yusan's house also have similar records of long-distance intervention by blood and body tissues.

It's just that there are various restrictions.

The spell effect of Nagasaki Wild Rose is related to the degree of connection between the medium and the target, as well as the reserve and talent of personal spell power.

However, Yusanjia's formation is too expensive for the caster, and it has higher requirements for the medium, and it will also have a corresponding loss on itself.

The latter method is relatively rare in the circle of modern conjurers.

Leaving aside the explicit prohibition in the magic world, it is also because fewer and fewer people can really use it.

Thousands of years ago...especially in the Heian-kyo era, there might have been a little more people who used blood and body tissue components to cast spells on targets.

Now, most of the methods of casting spells in the past have become the supernatural games of ordinary people.

For example, there are still people in Japan who use scarecrows to wrap the hair of their enemies, and then use five-inch nails to nail the scarecrows to the sacred wood of the shrine to curse and kill them.

After all, the method of curse killing requires extremely high spell power and talent, and causing trouble to the cursed person is a completely different concept from killing him to death with a curse.

Unless it is Nagasaki's natural magical effect, it is basically impossible to kill others with a curse.

Even Gojo Satoru couldn't do a curse kill under the effect of a non-magical technique.

What's more, the curse-killing formations of thousands of years ago have been completely lost, and now only the formations that bring bad luck, cause trouble or bring pain to the opponent consume a lot of magic power and energy every time they are used. Some mediums are quite cheap, so no one has ever used them.

But Gojo Satoru didn't have to worry about this, he was happy to find fault with the other party.

Although it is said that Rensuo, who was born thousands of years ago, has experienced the peaceful and prosperous age where spells flourished, there is no doubt that there is a way to deal with this method.

But that's just normal.

After being stabbed three times by Tian Ni Hoko, even if he was alive, his vitality would be severely injured. Whether he can protect himself well now is unknown.

"Speaking of which, what is that thing?" When Shier went back to dispose of the corpse, he glanced at the other's empty head again, "Shouldn't it be a curse spirit? Although there is only a brain left, that thing is indeed still alive. I didn't even see anything wrong before it was exposed, it was like..."

[It's like an ordinary living person, indeed, even my six eyes can't see anything abnormal, I can only rely on my senses. ] Gojo Satoru answered bluntly, [It's an old monster that must be killed. ]

"This time I failed, what should he do if he guessed the people behind the scenes? Although I don't want to care about your life and death, this time it is barely my mistake, so let me remind you."

[It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, after all, you are a former magician killer who takes money to do things. It is not difficult to deal with the traces. Just blame it and it's over. Some old men who should have been eliminated long ago are very good. ]

Gojo Satoru spoke briskly with a bright smile, and his clear blue eyes were fearlessly cold:

[Even if the other party doesn't believe me, it's just a little bit regrettable that I'm behind it, it's not a big problem, after all, the one who needs to hide in the dark is not me... but that guy. ]

Lisuo, that guy is frankly speaking, his body is not very strong.

He is just thoughtful, calculating, patient, and has been hiding in the dark so that they won't find out.

Although Gojo Satoru avoided exposure as much as possible, it didn't mean he would have a headache because of it.

After all, he doesn't have the advantage of the dark, it's just a little troublesome, but so what?

He has already had enough information, and he is clear about the purpose of the search, even if he loses this advantage, he will not be restrained because of it.

However, the situation of Lisuo is different.

His success in the previous life was largely due to the advantage of being in the dark. He took the position of the chess player to push the chess pieces, and guided the situation in the direction he wanted in a place where no one could see. Play around and around.

No one would have thought that there would be an old monster from thousands of years ago who had been plotting until now, and could even change his identity at any time.

But if the opponent's conspiracy has been exposed, the situation will be completely different.

Do you still want to be that behind-the-scenes chess player silently controlling other people's lives and recreating the situation in the previous life?

Dream it.

Gojo Satoru thought coldly.

As long as Kisuo still wants to obtain the body used by the curse spirit, then he is still the one who controls the dominant party, not to mention that the other party has just been stabbed three times by Tian Ni Hoko, with such a big brain, he was stabbed three times. Even if he didn't die, he was probably seriously injured.

and.

The five Wuqu fingers rested on his lower lip, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If he is really discovered, the situation is not bad.

If it goes well, he may be able to use that guy in turn to trigger a revolution in the future, and clean up the rotten oranges at the top.

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Shi Er didn't kill the opponent, but Gojo Satoru didn't deduct his mission money.

After all, Gojo Satoru still needs Shier's help to cooperate with the follow-up processing. Anyway, the three stabs on the main body of Rensuo are enough for him to spend the money.

"By the way, do you want this thing?"

Shi Er raised the trophy in his hand and took a photo for the other party.

It is Su Nuo's finger.

That guy Ron Soo ran to such a place at night just to reclaim this finger.

[Last price? ]

"make a deal."

After earning a fortune, he also got rid of the original job of exorcising the curse spirit (Shier used the blood and flesh foam of the rope and the key-shaped magic tool to reject Gojo Satoru's attempt to throw the job back to him), Fuheisher, who finally has a holiday now, is in a happy mood.

45:[-] p.m.

Shi Er yawned and didn't bother to go back to the hotel from here.

He chose to be pulled into the shadow by Eri.

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Tokyo, Gojo House.

Fu Heihui, who was curled up on the bed with the air conditioner on, was sleeping soundly, when the shadow under him suddenly spread to the bottom, and one person and one curse spirit emerged.

"What, are you still at that guy's house in Wujo?"

Although it has long been known from Eri that Hui was pulled by Gojo Gojo to do a white job, it does not prevent Shi Er from disgusting it.

Even if he just made a lot of money from the other party.

The black-haired and blue-eyed muscular man looked around the room critically, paused, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.

…Why does the Wujo House, a traditional ancient house that is almost the same as a Buddhist monastery, have a room decorated in this way?

There is always an ominous premonition.

But I can't figure it out.

It was almost two o'clock, Shi Er yawned, and gave up pursuing the unclear sense of crisis in his heart.

He directly pushed his son to the side, and then lay down on it without hesitation, rubbing against the other's bed to sleep.

"Well……"

Fu Heihui, who was pushed aside in his sleep, frowned and made a muffled sound.

Because it was a familiar breath, Hui just opened his eyes in a daze. Without turning his mind, he subconsciously pushed his father's strong chest with his hand.

Hui didn't wake up, his voice was as low as a cat meowing, and he muttered: "A smell of sweat...give me a bath, even..."

"Who knows where the bathroom of Wujo's house is, let's make do with it."

Shi Er rubbed his son's hair. He was too muscular to occupy more than half of the single bed, and Hui was wrapped up with a quilt and stuffed in his arms.

"Good night."

Because the single bed couldn't fit a family of three, and there was a very sensitive Mana Ling Lixiang next door, therefore, after giving the father and son a goodnight kiss affectionately, Eili quickly returned to the shadow world.

Shir had a good night's sleep.

Fu Heihui had a nightmare of being crushed by a smelly bear all night.

The next day.

Fu Heisher was awakened by Hui's merciless kick.

"Don't make trouble in the morning, are you a child who is so energetic that you have to disturb your parents to sleep?"

"Who's the kid?" Hui was wearing a big T-shirt with messy hair. He woke people up with a disgusted face and condemned loudly:

"You smell of sweat and you squeeze my bed!"

"They're all men, why care about so much."

"I just mind. Cleanliness has nothing to do with gender. If you don't take a shower, you can't consciously sleep on the floor. It's all tatami anyway!"

"No, I'm not used to sleeping on tatami, so I won't be able to sleep."

"Who would believe it!" Fu Heihui exploded angrily in the morning: "Also, it's fine if you rubbed against my bed to sleep, and even snatched my quilt and pillow, no, yes [again], you are already a habitual offender , never once was she sleeping honestly!"

"Here, give it back to you..."

Shi Er sat up slowly, scratched his head, then picked up the quilt on his body and the pillow under his head and threw them to the other party, then turned his head and looked away.

Fu Heihui took a deep breath.

He took the quilt expressionlessly and slapped the other person's face, and finally lifted the pillow viciously, and hammered the other person three times with all his strength.