I am a writer in the world of sorcery

[Disgusting, boring, mediocre, uninteresting. ]

[Bad to the point of laughing. ]

Anger and despair climbed to the peak, but Zenyuanlian calmed down strangely. He lowered his hands, lowered his head, and his eyes staring at the floor were gradually covered with red.

"Why me." He whispered.

"If you want to respect seniors, there are so many - why me."

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth happily: "Well, why, ah, why is it Mr. Ren?"

He tilted his face, and replied casually: "There is no reason, because Mr. Lian is so mediocre, so mediocre that even I can't help but feel pity."

Lian of the Chanyuan lowered her head and did not make a sound for a long time.

"……yes."

This sentence became the last straw that crushed him. The corners of the middle-aged man's eyes were almost cracked, and his cheeks were flushed: "It's the reason for this kind of boredom—boy, you are too arrogant, and you will howl in despair So stupid, you're going to see horrors you've never imagined in your life—!"

"My technique, the Dental Flow, will apply twisted spell power to objects weaker than me. If a creature has the thought of death, it will become an extension of my will."

He stared at Dazai's pretty face, his facial features distorted: "I've already begun to expect you to beg for mercy in pain!"

Dazai raised his hand in a panic: "Ah, it's so scary, Fuhei-kun, what is this?"

"Idiot!" Fu Heihui raised his voice with a dark face, "Opening the technique can increase the power of the technique!"

"It's amazing, wow, it's amazing." Dazai almost turned into star-eyed: "Mr. Lian is indeed a kind and honest person! Before fighting, you have to tell your opponent your moves——"

Fu Heihui: ...

"Don't make trouble, the knotweed will protect you." With an unhappy expression on his face, he stood in front of Osamu Dazai and drove Shikigami: "Even though his tooth armor has a lot of restrictions and can only be used on people weaker than him, but for non-spells You, the magician..."

"Mr. Fuhei, don't meddle in your own business."

Fu Heihui's eyes froze, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Dazai had already jumped past him leisurely. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but his fingertips brushed against the hem of the black clothes.

"Jade Dog!" He gritted his teeth and summoned Shikigami.

The black-colored shikigami summoned by the Dentobe Ryu possessed agility that did not match his own swollen body. He turned around abruptly, dodged the jade dog, and then dodged the attack of Kozu Yuhito, and opened his huge mouth to rush at Dazai.

"Dazai!" Fukuro Hui shouted.

Dazai raised his hand lightly.

[--Human disqualification. ]

The pitch-black monster disappeared in an instant, time suddenly pressed the stop button, silence replaced the noise, and the moment was like light and electricity. Except for Dazai Osamu, everyone's faces were changed into unbelievable and sluggish expressions.

what happened?

A piece of masonry fell from the broken wall with a click.

Zenyuan Lian murmured, "Why, how...why?"

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai couldn't help showing a smile, and then laughed out loud, leaning forward and back, his hands in his pockets, his body swaying: "Ah, Mr. Lian."

"My technique is called filth." Dazai took time to take a breath, and the laughter in his voice was so thick that it was about to overflow: "If the technique is to be made public——you, allow the filthiness of the gloom, and don't restore my awakening. "

Fu Heihui was stunned for a moment: ... Huh?

He was stunned to be awakened from the shock by Dazai's public art, feeling like he was beaten all night by a stray cat that broke into his house.

Growing up so big, it was the first time he heard a technique that was even more confusing than Gojo Satoru's Chicken Breaking technique made public.

"To put it simply, I am stronger than Mr. Ren." Dazai finally stopped laughing, very abruptly, he gently and deftly turned to the right side, clamped the hand that was coming from behind, and then skillfully With a twist, the opponent was caught off guard and fell to the ground like a cement bag.

"Do you think so, Zaohua?"

He let go of the magic spirit's wrist, lowered his body, and his expression became melancholy again: "I'm so unlucky, it's painful, I wish I could die every second, I can sense the outside world, I can hear and understand, but I can't do it react."

"If it becomes like this, life will be over."

The curse spirit stretched out his hand tremblingly, his fingers bent and stretched like hooks and claws, groping forward indiscriminately.

[So painful. ]

[Why am I going through this, what am I doing wrong?Why it's always me, I don't understand. ]

——The torn paintings, the schoolbags soaked in the pool, the paints that were deliberately knocked over, the scalp that was pulled sorely, the bento mixed with sand and stones.

[I never messed with anyone, I just huddled in my little corner, even then, why did bad luck befall me. ]

Fu Heihui's breath stagnates: "Hey, Dazai!"

Yuzu Yuhito's body trembled abruptly: "... Dazai-san, what do you mean?"

Osamu Dazai stared intently at the face of the curse spirit, and his voice was so gentle that he was about to drown in water: "Obviously it wasn't like this before, but because I wrote this book, Zaohua happened to be a gentle and weak person, so I will suffer this kind of inexplicable punishment." treat."

"Dazai, what are you talking about!"

"Fu Hei." Beside him, Yu Zhang Yuren lowered his head, clenched his fists, his voice trembled violently, and his body was also trembling faintly: "...Zaohua him."

"—Actually, it's a human being."

**

For a moment, Fu Heihui seemed to be hit on the forehead by a boulder, and the sky was spinning, and there were stars in his eyes. The majestic sense of unreality washed over his reason, and the memory went back, and the scenes twisted and drilled into his brain, and then he was cut alive. open.

【Dazai's expression that looks like a smile is not a smile: "Make flowers?"】

【"Fragile and beautiful things like flowers, it's better to be natural. If they are made by force, not only will they be ugly, but the flower maker will also panic."】

【—Props behind the stage. 】

"You knew it a long time ago." Fu Heihui stared at Dazai Zhi, his eyes were red, and he was so dizzy that he could hardly see Dazai Zhi's face: "You knew what was going on."

"I don't know." Dazai looked indifferently, watching him quietly: "I just made some predictions based on the facts I saw, but it's actually easy to guess, Fuhei-kun."

Fu Heihui stared at him for a while, blinked his dry eyes, wiped his face again, and then looked at Zenyuan Lian stiffly and strangely: "Why?"

Seeing that the matter was exposed, Lian of the Zen Academy opened her mouth, but finally laughed loudly: "Why?"

A figure wearing five cassocks flashed through his mind, and he paused.

"Like that kid said, there is no reason—I need to be promoted to a first-level conjurer, what better way to advance than exorcising the super-level magic flower creation? Anyway, there will be magic flower creation sooner or later, I let it A little earlier, what's wrong?"

Knotabazu Yuhito's eyes widened suddenly.

"Unforgivable." He repeated tremblingly: "Unforgivable."

He pushed hard on his knees, kicked his feet heavily, and was as agile as a leopard. His goal was the throat of Chan Yuan Lian——

"You can't kill me! If I die, it will die too!"

The movements of the magician boy stopped abruptly.

Lian of the Chanyuan sat paralyzed on the ground, laughing intermittently: "Didn't I say that it is an extension of my will, without my order, it has no ability to act independently, let alone resist me, I let it die, it would kill himself immediately."

"At the same time." Chan Yuanlian provocatively said, "If I die, it will die together."

Knotabagi Yourohito's mind was blank, and when he was at a loss, he looked at Fu Heihui as if asking for help, wanting to get some advice from his reliable companion, but Fu Heihui looked equally angry and powerless, and he suddenly realized that, Fu Heihui's expression was exactly the same as his.

[What should I do to save Zaohua. ]

The idea was all over his head.

"What, Knotweed Yuren, do you still want to kill me?" Chan Yuanlian asked with a big smile.

"Impossible!" He punched the wall next to the lotus face of the Buddhist temple, and under one blow, the wall turned into powder.

A cold light.

Zenyuanlian's laughter suddenly became breathy, and then a strange creaking sound escaped from her throat, and the gurgling blood was squeezed out of the artery like a fountain, and then sprayed onto Zaohua's empty face.

In his hand, he held a sharp blade.

Veins protruded from Zaohua's hand holding the dagger, and she stabbed the blade into the lotus body of the Buddhist temple one after another. The middle-aged man held his neck, but couldn't make any sound, his eyes were like the pupils of a dead fish, and he stared at him without blinking. Proud work.

The last gleam of light in the pupils of Zen Yuanlian gradually disappeared.

Zaohua's hand holding the blade suddenly let go, "Boom—" and there was a muffled sound of falling to the ground. He fell to the ground together, twitched, and did not move.

Dazai's expression didn't change at all, he slowly put his hands back into his pockets and stood up.

Yuzuhiro opened his mouth, but did not make any sound. After a long while, a roar of extreme grief, accompanied by the ticking sound of blood dripping on the ground, echoed in the venue.

"You bastard..." Fu Heihui took a step forward slowly, and the blue mantra wrapped around him like fireworks.

"Eh?"

The atmosphere was so tense that it was about to explode.

A blue-haired boy put his hands on the back of his head, and slowly stepped into the ruins: "You guys are such a waste. Obviously, this experiment almost succeeded, and it is about to transform into a super-level spell."

"Well, forget it." Facing the two conjurers with terrifying faces, he bent his eyes and pulled Zaohua's hair like dragging garbage.

"Anyway, Xiayou only asked me to take it back."