I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Anger, depression, doubt, surprise, shock...

Fu Heihui was slammed to the ground by the force of the spell, creating a dent, and his eyes turned black from the pain. Even so, he closed his eyes and found strangely that he had no fluctuations, and he was so calm that he could even think about what he was. Not something wrong with it.

After the man who appeared in the photo of the chicken breaking the cat took out Osamu Dazai's signature, all kinds of emotions finally mixed into thoughts that even Fukuroe himself didn't know.

It's more of an "ah, that's right" feeling.

In fact, from the first time he saw Osamu Dazai, he should know that this person is evil, and after that, he should not deceive himself, and should not think that Osamu Dazai is a good thing-the sixth sense of a conjurer is indeed the strongest .

The female JK who was broken up because of the scumbag's pregnancy, I am afraid that he has a lot in common with him now.

Fu Heihui peacefully entered the sage mode, with a face full of enlightenment, and even wanted to light another cigarette.

I got it.

If you die, you will die. For this level of curse spirits, if you can get rid of them, you can get rid of them. If you can’t get rid of them, you have to find a way to lure the knotweed to a safe place. He stood next to Yu Zhang Yuren expressionlessly: "Kum Zhang, we have been delayed inside for so long, Yi Dizhi probably contacted Mr. Wutiao."

"I'll run away with Dazai first, you go to the edge of the tent, if you meet him, join us immediately."

While responding to the attack, Hu Zhang took the time out of his busy schedule to shout, "Can't Teacher Wu Tiao come to us by himself!"

Fu Heihui looked sincere: "He can't do it! I asked him to pick me up in Aomori County when I was a child, but he got lost to Nanatsujiya in Yahara—"

Knotabagi Youruhito had a blank face: "But..."

"No but!" Fu Heihui turned around to avoid the attack, and retorted loudly: "Do you think he can't do this?"

Knotweed Yuren: ...

Knotweed Yuren: ...

"I'll go right away." He ran out immediately, and at the same time turned his head and looked at Fu Heihui with great worry: "You must survive!"

**

"Okay, tell me, what do we do now."

Fu Heihui stood behind Dazai with a cold face: "Currently Zaohua is a genuine super-class magic spirit, which will cause huge damage over time, and there is no rescue right now. There are two ways, either die here or exorcise Get rid of it."

Dazai folded his hands, looked at the curse spirit and didn't know what he was thinking. Hearing Fu Heihui's voice, he turned around exaggeratedly, with one foot as the axis, and turned lightly for half a circle.

"I choose to die now." He replied with a smile.

Fu Hei Whetton paused.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar and lifted it up high: "Even if you are going to die, you must first exorcise this curse spirit."

Their heights are not much different, but Osamu Dazai is too thin, so thin that Fugurohui easily picked him up without any effort, and Dazai kicked his legs in the air indiscriminately, struggling in a panic: "Wait!" Wait a minute, my friend—"

Fu Heihui showed a smile with white teeth: "Huh?"

Dazai turned his head away, with a horrific look on his face, he kicked the air twice, turned his head, blinked his eyes, and dragged out his tone: "Ah—so my friend trusts me so much."

"It's not trust." Fu Heihui looked at the kite-colored eyes, and said calmly: "If I find out that this matter is related to you, even if I die, I will make you pay the price."

silence.

A suffocating silence.

"Pay-out-for-price." Dazai squeezed his throat, suppressed a smile and learned it again: "Hey, ok, ok, I heard it."

Fu Heihui let go of his hand suddenly, angrily: "If you have the time to joke now, why don't you hurry up and cooperate with me, and use your spells to get rid of this guy!"

Dazai raised his hand with a smile: "Impossible, completely impossible, we can only wait for death."

"The name is the shortest curse. The power of this curse spirit comes from my negative emotions, or it is the product of my curse." Dazai said lightly and humorously: "Unless one day I can meet the second day with vigor and vitality." The sun in the sky, this curse spirit is too weak to be vulnerable, so it can be easily wiped out."

"Stop joking, how could it be just because of your negative emotions."

Fu Heihui didn't believe his nonsense at all: "You also take a little responsibility for me, what happened to the sutured face curse spirit before..."

"Fu Hei-kun." Dazai interrupted him abruptly.

"There are ways."

He held Fu Heihui's wrist with a smile, and under the dazed gaze of the other party, he placed the callused hand on his neck again: "Put a little force, Mr. Fu Hei, as long as you kill me!" Me, that curse spirit will naturally die."

Fu Heihui withdrew his arm as if being scalded, a mouthful of anger stuck in his throat, just about to speak, but met Osamu Dazai's eyes.

Morbid and neurotic.

Pleasant and relaxing.

He is looking forward to death from the bottom of his heart.

"It's very simple, just break a bone." Dazai Osamu's voice was very soft, with a sense of persuasion: "The flower making has brought a lot of trouble. If you don't kill me, ordinary people will be baffled. Is it really worth it for someone like me to die, or a new conjurer will receive a mission?"

The muscles on Fu Heihui's face twitched.

"I gave my signature on purpose." Dazai's face was calm, but his tone was full of boredom: "Chanyuanlian's ability is not enough to accomplish all this, and only Mr. Fuhei would believe him foolishly. Mr. Fuhei paid attention to Pan Xing Teach? Inexplicably disappeared last year, but every month a huge sum of money passes through the auctions...”

The nerves on Fu Heihui's forehead twitched and ached.

"Well, forget it, it's too troublesome to explain." Dazai suddenly stopped talking and smiled.

He lowered his eyelashes, took out the shiny dagger again, and handed the handle backwards to Fu Heihui: "Anyway, you just need to know that I'm not innocent."

"Hurry up, friend-kun." Dazai sighed briskly, "I've been looking forward to this moment for too long."

Looking at Dazai Osamu's white and elegant face, Fukui Hui wanted to gag, his stomach seemed to be burnt violently by something, and it was about to pour out along the throat, with stars in his eyes, trembling in his head, the person who occupied all his attention , but at this moment restrained all unscrupulous mannerisms, with a gentle and peaceful smile.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, as if looking at a monster covered in human skin.

Wandering around the world empty and aimless.

Fu Heihui lowered his head and breathed with all his strength, as if trying to spit something out of his body.

[…Only the reality of inequality exists equally. ]

[Karma is not fully automatic, and the wicked will be judged only on the basis of obedience to the law. ]

[Do my best, in order to let as many good people as possible enjoy equality, I will help others unequally. ]

"It's not that simple."

Fu Heihui straightened up slowly, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the side of his lips, and wiped it viciously.

"If you want to die, find a place to die by yourself, and don't bother others." He concentrated his attention, holding his right hand empty, his left hand stretched forward, and his ring finger slightly bent.

"Besides, why should I bear the crime of killing you with my own hands?"

The young conjurer calmly took a step forward, and the super-level curse spirit squirmed twice, shedding the last layer of black mist, and the extremely huge spell power was ready to be released.

【——Nububu Yura Yura Bachi. 】

"OK OK."

A grinning voice suddenly appeared behind Fu Heihui, followed by two rather excessive slaps on the forehead. The white-haired man's slender fingers slightly bent, and "bang—" flicked towards Fu Heihui's forehead.

"Didn't Hui eat all the Qitsujiya steamed buns I bought that time?" The man frantically pressed a pink mobile phone while sighing loudly: "I am also a teacher anyway, what do you mean getting lost in Yayuan? "

Fu Heihui rolled his eyes: "Special grade..."

[The technique is reversed, Cang. 】

[Spell reversal, heh. 】

"Then!" Wujo Gojo's fingers pulling the screen stopped abruptly, he took off his sunglasses casually, threw them around, flicked his fingers lightly.

The concept of intangibility was forcibly compressed into dots by the technique, and the purple-black lightning stopped obediently under the man's fingertips like a toy. The black and red colors gradually blended, and the quality collapsed. The ball is also terrifying to the extreme.

The super-class mantra spirit that had grown to the size of a building let out a roar, its mantra power soared, and its body swelled even more. The faint blue color was as bright as day in an instant, reflecting all corners clearly.

——the imaginary form "茈"

The air wave exploded, Fu Heihui lowered his body, covered his face with his arms, and opened his eyes with difficulty, while Dazai was directly blown back a few steps, and then tripped by the ruins on the ground, maintaining his balance in a state of embarrassment .

"What's the situation now?"

"As expected of Mr. Kosuge."

Two voices sounded at the same time.Dazai's pupils shrank, but before he had time to react, there was a sudden tearing pain in his chest, followed by the tearing sound of the blade being pulled out of the flesh and blood.

He fell forward heavily, and a piece of gauze trimmed with gold passed in front of his eyes.

"Sorry, it's too dangerous for me to live."