I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Yuzu Yuhito's face was frozen in a confused and strange expression, as if he was lagging behind the previous shock: "...Take it away?"

The blue-haired boy smiled and said, "Yeah, although the body/body is already in a mess, I specially protected his soul, so it can be reused after recycling."

He quickly glanced over the three people in front of him, and his eyes paused for a moment on Xiao Jian Yinji, who Xia Youjie had paid special attention to.

The pink-haired conjurer repeated incomprehensibly: "Recycling?"

The blue-haired boy froze for a moment, glanced at the Zenyuan Lian who had lost his breath, and couldn't help laughing: "Wait a minute, you don't think that trash can do this."

Knotabagi Yuhito's pupils suddenly shrank.

The blue-haired boy spread his hand, and with the other hand he tugged at Zuo Hua's hair, as if showing off: "My technique is to touch the soul and change its shape."

He smiled and said, "Inaction changes."

As he spoke, he twisted his neck, making creaking noises all over his body. The bones grew inch by inch, twisted into weird shapes, and then pulled back into human shape bit by bit. The whole process was terrifying and disgusting. After reorganization, he He was much taller, and his face became more mature.

"...you did it." Knotabagi Yuhito said in a low voice.

The real person touched the sutures on his face, and said calmly, "I just changed his shape, but he could have survived."

As he said that, he squatted down and looked at Zaohua with great interest, and said inconceivably, "The connection between him and the lotus of the Chanyuan was completely cut off. Although it was only for a moment, it was also at this moment that he completed the beautiful painting. revenge."

He turned his head to look at Dazai: "Is it your technique? Your technique destroyed Zenyuan Ren's technique?"

Dazai looked at him blankly.

Dazai stared at Dazai without blinking, his eye sockets were slightly wide open, and the corners of his mouth were raised in an exaggerated arc, laughing: "If you don't apply spells to him, he will definitely not die, and the reliable conjurers over there may Find out the reversal technique to restore him, even if it doesn't work for the time being, Gojo Satoru will have a way."

"...After all, you killed him!"

[Hurry up, hurry up and show an expression that looks like your belief has collapsed. ]

Daoist is very clear about what his spells mean to these conjurers who stick to righteousness. More than once, those conjurers succeeded in exorcising these monsters transformed from humans, but they collapsed and even went crazy when they learned the truth.

He is keen to appreciate the performances presented by the conjurers.

In fact, Su Nuo's flesh recipient not far away has gradually transformed into the appearance he longed to see.

The super magic spirit withdrew its gaze and stared at Dazai like a cold and greasy snake. The expectation value had reached its peak. He suppressed his malice, his eyes were shining, waiting to appreciate Dazai's collapse of self-doubt.

Crying bitterly, in pain, and then showing a slack expression like playing bad... He was so excited that his body was shaking!

"Well."

Contrary to his expectations, Osamu Dazai just turned his head in a lack of interest, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed in extreme annoyance, exhaustion seemed to ooze from his bones.

[too disgusting. ]

[Where is the temple Nanami mentioned last time?I can't go home directly, so I have to buy a new apartment when I go back, so I decided to go to Nanami's for dinner later. ]

Then he maintained this listless look, and walked slowly, step by step, in front of him. Just when the real person raised his guard in secret, he bent down calmly, picked up the dagger on Zaohua's corpse, and said with even more disgust. He looked at the blood stained on the handle of the dagger.

Real person: ...

Unhappily, Dazai turned the dagger upside down, held the tip of the knife, and shook it gloomily: "Ah, it's so dirty—forget it, the slug doesn't know it anyway, so just return it to him like this."

He put away the dagger, turned around with a dull look, and walked towards the exit.

The smile on the real person's face faded away, and in the next second, he put on a fake smile again: "But my technique has protected his soul, that is to say, there is still a slight possibility of recovery."

Knotabagi Yuhito raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashed the light called "Hope" again.

And Dazai put one hand in his pocket, waved the other hand, his voice was full of boredom, and he walked out without turning his head: "Hey hey~ I see, you guys continue."

If he had to describe his mood, it would be eating four cans of crab meat in a row, but he got slugs in the last can, and after waiting for half a day, not only was the crab meat dish not served, but he was served a bottle of buck medicine solution.

He lowered his eyelashes, and was about to step out of the ruins, but suddenly there was a sound of wind hitting him from behind, and a hideous and distorted shadow had covered his feet——

Dazai paused, his boredom and displeasure intensified, his iris-colored eyes were as indifferent as a pitch-black glass bead.

"That's too rude, Maestro."

——The terrifying curse spirit twitched and turned into a small black ball, which lightly fell from the man's fingertips, and rolled to Dazai's feet with a grunt.

The man in cassock lowered his head slightly: "Mr. Dazai."

The corners of Dazai's mouth pulled upwards, showing a smiling expression, but his eyes did not contain any warmth: "It's Mr. Masuo, if you showed up earlier, I would still be a little interested, but now..."

The smiling face disappeared suddenly, and he deliberately exaggerated the standard mouth shape as if he was afraid that he would not be able to hear clearly.

"Evil-heart-thru-too."

Faced with this bad attitude, the man didn't care, and even bowed slightly apologetically, smiling: "I was delayed by some trivial matters, and I didn't have the chance to meet Mr. Dazai last time, it's really a pity. "

"Last time?" Fu Heihui suddenly said, "That time at school?"

[Dazai since when did he get involved in all this. ]

Fu Heihui only wants to know the answer now, and he gradually senses Dazai's almost terrifying insight and wisdom from seemingly irrelevant incidents that actually go through the needle.

The man focused his eyes on Dazai's face: "Mr. Dazai..."

"I refuse." Before the other party could finish speaking, Dazai interrupted him, and said with disgust: "Mr. Suso, to me, the curse spirit is too disgusting, so disgusting that I have to wash it several times after I go home. To take a bath, you need to soak in the bathtub for an hour."

The smile on the man's face remained unchanged: "Can I ask Mr. Dazai why?"

A faint sneer escaped from Dazai's lips.

"I always think the world is a rotten garbage dump." The boy's iris-colored eyes are filled with nothingness: "Human beings are terrible, worthless than rotten oranges, extremely stupid, full of sin, and have no existence significance."

[In such a world, I still have to look for something in it. ]

"It's a curse spirit formed by negative human emotions." He closed his eyes wearily. "It's just a lump of chewing gum that has been chewed to the point of being tasteless."

[Worse than trash, more useless than trash. ]

The man nodded: "It's such a pity."

He sighed regretfully: "...What a pity."

The curse spirit who had been suturing his face without moving, suddenly flashed in front of Fu Heihui's eyes, the hand covered with stitches, grabbed Dazai's neck straightly, he stared at the hand, leaned forward, But it was too late--

"Snapped."

The real person's movements were stiff, and his eyes widened for a moment.

The torrent of words emitting blue light is like a green lamp in the mysterious underworld, wrapping around Dazai's body in a ring, and the golden black falls outside the window, and the last ray of light does not pass the horizon. Under the strong wind pressure, in the deep darkness, those words are merciless The ground covered the hand that the magic spirit touched Dazai.

[Human disqualification. ]

Great light.

Where no one was paying attention, a black ball fell out from the cuff of the cassock and fell right into the inner pocket of Dazai's coat.

Yan Suo took a step back, and the real man opened his eyes blankly, as if he had completely disappeared before he understood what happened.

"The spell is invalidated?"

For the first time, Masuo lost his smile. He looked at Dazai with an inexplicable expression. After a while, he said softly: "Mr. Xiaosuge, I really like your works. I planned to keep the autograph you gave me earlier. of."

"If you use scientific terms, this weak curse spirit is just a culture medium." He glanced at Zuohua: "It doesn't need to have any effect, as long as it has the name [Zaohua] is enough."

"I'm sorry." The man's shoulders drooped a little, a page of paper was held between his thin fingers.

He put two fingers together and put them on his heart.

"——Separation and death."

The name is the shortest spell. There has always been a saying in Japanese monster legends. Giving your real name means giving your power or your own existence. It is said that there is a very powerful exorcist who made a driving spell by collecting names. The magic weapon of the spirit.

Even though Kosuge Ginkichi was not Dazai's real name, those four characters were written by him.

The ink lines jumped up from the paper, rotated and enlarged, the strokes outlined mysterious shapes, became blurred, and finally landed on the dead Zaohua.

The corpse moved, twisted and squirmed nervously, the night outside the window became thicker and thicker, as if black liquid could seep out of the oppression, and at some point, the surrounding air was filled with black mist, and the black tide was changing and gathering, condensing a heavy The shadows wrap the artificial flowers layer by layer.

The shapeless aggregate of curses stood up slowly, slowly, the ceiling above the head had been knocked open by the force of the curse, and it was empty, revealing a starless sky.

Huge and terrifying, covering the sky and covering the earth.

——A super-class mantra that truly transformed from Occupation of Dazai.

[flower making]