I am a writer in the world of sorcery

This is not the first time Fu Heihui has watched death from the sidelines.

No one dies calmly, let alone these magicians, no matter how old or young, they all feel deep regret in the revolving lantern of life before they die.

He had also seen sudden death.

In an instant, the head fell from the neck, the body disintegrated into eight pieces, and the blood gushed out. The vivid and lively person in the previous second turned into weird and twisted flesh and blood in the next second, and there was no chance to call for help.

With a blank face, he watched the thin and thin figure fall lightly to the ground, the hem of the black clothes fluttered past his eyes, and it seemed to land with a heavy sound, but it didn't seem to.

But blood oozes from Dazai Osamu's pierced chest, and in the blink of an eye, a large patch of red has been soaked on the bamboo-white floor under him.

"what happened?"

Fu Heihui half-kneeled on the ground, trying to seal the wound, while looking at Wujo Wu, Fu Heihui didn't know how panicked his expression was, the white-haired conjurer paused, stepped over from the side, Bow down.

He held Dazai Osamu's bandage-wrapped wrist, lifted it up a little distance, and removed a sticky human-shaped white piece of paper from it.

"Remote control type shikigami." Gojo Satoru picked up the piece of paper, and lightly grasped it, and the paper fluttered into ashes. He let go of his hand and said calmly: "Now I have completely lost the power of the spell. The dagger that wears him is not a charm."

Wujo Wu let go of the thin bone in his hand and stood up. The man's face was expressionless. Once he restrained his usual inconspicuous expression, the six eyes were born to attach to Su Hui, transparent and clear, and all living beings had nowhere to hide. White hair, white eyelashes and blue eyes, overlooking the world like a god.

"Save him, Gojo-sensei!" Fuguro Hui turned Dazai Zhi over, using standard first aid steps, desperately pinched Dazai's artery, and shouted at Gojo Satoru.

What to do to save him, Gojo Wu thought.

It's not that he really doesn't know the ways of the world, so naturally he wouldn't say such things in front of greatly stimulated students, but even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can't save sentient beings, no matter how strong his five enlightenment is, he can't save those who don't want to. saved people.

He had a way of keeping the kid alive—but why bother?

The other party was clearly looking forward to death with joy and eagerness. Osamu Dazai's technique is to nullify all the magic power that comes into contact with it. It seems to be very strong, but the conditions are also harsh, and it must satisfy skin contact.

That piece of paper shikigami, was it really so coincidental that it was pasted on the bandage of that brat, without touching any skin?

The only people he can save are those who are ready to be rescued by others.

Osamu Dazai personally planned his own death.

He coughed intermittently and very lightly, his lungs were damaged, so he couldn't make a sound, but with the satisfied smile on his lips, it seemed like he was laughing silently. Fu Heihui had known him for so long, It was the first time I saw Osamu Dazai stretching his brows and eyes without haze, that face that was always unpredictable, at this moment was as innocent as a child, as if ushered in the most extreme joy.

He was finally about to be freed from the world that had tortured him for so long.

He is no stranger to the process of his body gradually losing temperature. He swore that once a few years ago, he was really close to the door of Huangquan Biliangsaka, but Mr. Mori forcibly inserted a gastric tube, which made him vomit until the sky was dark and dripping with cold sweat, and he woke up. After he came, he had to hear the old man warn him with a smile: "Zhi Jun, it's not time for you to die yet."

In the dark, his eyes were full of stars, and there was only one thought in his mind.

[Ah, that sucks. ]

Compared with the pain of facing death, for Osamu Dazai, it is more annoying to try various ways of death. He is not a patient person. The longest thing in his life is to practice "Complete Sex". Losing this bit of fun, he was so irritable that he couldn't see anything well, and breathing was a heavy torture for him.

So he looked out of the window on a boring afternoon and decided to die.

"Teacher Wutiao!" Fu Heihui urged again: "Hurry up! He is going to die!"

Gojo Satoru stood alone with his pockets in his pockets, hummed indifferently, still with that unpredictable expression, he stared at Osamu Dazai for a long time, and finally his gaze stayed on his still childish face.

Osamu Dazai was originally thin, and one eye was wrapped with a bandage, and his curly hair made him look younger. After all, he was not very old, and it was just his usual performance, which was always unconsciously ignored—he But also a child.

...still a child, Gojo Satoru thought aimlessly.

He sighed vaguely.

The white-haired conjurer lowered his eyes, raised his hand to push the blindfold back, and clapped his hands with a "snap--". This action seemed to be a switch for him to switch his personality, and the indecency and madness returned to him, that kind of god-like The cold breath also dissipated suddenly.

"ok, ok, I got it."

"Spell Reversal - Cang."

Gojo Satoru puts his hands into his pockets with a cat-like expression on his face. His posture in pockets is really that of a female high school student. The trouser pockets for playing handsome must be decorations. He strongly requests that the high school coat on the upper body be lengthened—long below the hip joint.

Jia Ruozi felt that he could knock five such Gojos away with one punch.

She squeezed the cigarette in her mouth tightly, then took it out and pressed it out in the ashtray, and imagined that the ashtray was the face of Gojo Satoru. Speaking of which, is the existence of such a thing as no lower limit really reasonable?

"What are you doing?" She looked enlightened, "You came to me at this point, are you a female high school student who watched a horror movie and was so scared that she couldn't sleep?"

Even Gojo Satoru was silent for several whole seconds.

Then he put his pocket in his pocket like a female high school student, and took the small steps specially used by Johnny's office, walked to the side of the house, smiled very charmingly, and the house closed his eyes peacefully, and opened them again. Sure enough, he changed his appearance.

"Hey, Hui, long time no see." She greeted Fu Hei Hui more peacefully.

Fu Heihui: ...

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Glass, his spell is to nullify spell power, which is very similar to my no-lower-limit spell. You have to wait until the moment he dies to apply the reverse spell on him."

"Dead, but not completely dead." The white-haired magician Diao Erlang shook his index finger.

Gojo Wu, are you speaking human words?She was so exhausted, she put her fingers together, and just lifted it up a little, before she realized that she had already extinguished the cigarette, and finally opened her eyes listlessly: "My license to practice medicine is obtained by cheating, and you It's not that I don't know."

"Yeah!" Gojo Satoru nodded, "So it's fine if I can see, there are still about 20 seconds left."

"Three, two—Glass, please."

Osamu Dazai's pale face gradually turned red. He coughed a couple of times uncomfortably. His breathing changed from weak to rapid, and then gradually stabilized.

...Maybe this brat will jump in anger later.

The white-haired conjurer casually raised the corners of his mouth, lifted Dazai by the back of his neck with one hand, as easily as lifting a kitten, and then shook it very roughly.

"Wake up."