I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"That's all there is to it."

Osamu Dazai looked around, feeling completely unmotivated.

tired.

Although the dark dwarf ridiculed him every day for not working hard, in fact he just pushed all the reporting work to the slug. As one of the senior cadres of the port mafia, Mori Ogai worked on his head every day. In fact, every day is quite busy.

Just last year alone, his criminal record with Ango Sakaguchi is estimated to have increased by another layer. On average, there are 360 ​​five days a year, and almost no day is free.

He's probably the hardest working man in Port Mafia, Dazai thought.

But he was rarely as tired as he is today—Gojo Satoru's self-indulgent taijutsu teaching directly exhausted his last bit of energy, and every muscle in his body was full of soreness from overstretching.

A senior member of the Panxing Sect couldn't hold back. People with more secrets could not bear the consequences of being exposed. He stepped forward cursingly: "Boy, tell us everything you know, and we will allow you to die less painfully." .”

"What does the resurrection of the former leader mean?"

Osamu Dazai didn't move, he raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes didn't fluctuate at all, like a deep lake of dead silence.

"Who allowed you to look at people like this!" The middle-aged man became annoyed for no reason: "Little brat..."

"Mr. Ikeda donated assets of 6000 million to the second son of the Kamo sect in the past year, and illegally defrauded more than [-] congregants. Your son hired Kamo Shinobu, a member of the Kamo sect, to assassinate Councilor Ogawa. exchange, thereby removing the..."

Dazai Osamu's cold voice came to an abrupt end, and the two people he mentioned blushed, and the man who spoke rudely raised his fists high——

"You must be wondering how I know." Dazai turned to Ikeda Lu, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Is that right, Ikeda-san?"

Bloody murderous.

The expression of the middle-aged man who was being stared at changed for no reason.

He took a step back subconsciously, and when he realized what he was doing, he became furious, and immediately took out the gun from behind, pointing the gun at the boy's forehead: "Little brat, don't be too arrogant!"

He immediately found that his hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.

It was an uncontrollable conditioned reflex of human beings being poured out by too large and thick malice for a moment.

The boy bowed his back completely relaxed, lowered his head, and sighed again.

If Osamu Dazai's direct subordinates were present, they would not even dare to take a breath. They couldn't figure out Lord Dazai's temper, but they also had their own way of survival. Osamu Dazai was undoubtedly a very vile person. The look of despair, especially made him laugh from the bottom of his heart.

To this end, he doesn't skimp on his performance, and until the last moment, his enemies usually look arrogant and confident to the extreme.

If Dazai-sama is willing to wear a mask and make various expressions, especially expressions of shock and panic, they can use this to judge that the cadres are definitely in a good mood. At least at this time, he is willing to tolerate the minor mistakes of his subordinates.

If it's just the opposite, when that iris-colored pupil doesn't hide its coldness...

"Mr. Xia You." Dazai's voice had no warmth: "My patience is limited."

When the middle-aged man heard him speak, he trembled suddenly, his eyes were about to split open, his thighs trembled, and his vocal cords creaked, making strange noises.

He squeezed the trigger hard.

"No, it's impossible—!"

The bullet was stopped by an invisible barrier, and then fell vertically to the ground.

"—Ah, I'm so sorry."

A gentle and pleasant voice that was familiar to everyone present said: "I have solved some small troubles first, so I am late."

A faint yellow firework suddenly lit up at the entrance of the pitch-black main hall, lingering faintly, floating in mid-air, and then the firework suddenly dissipated, spreading into a straight road that was not wide or narrow, spreading at least under Nian's feet in an instant.

"Born from darkness, it is darker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy." The pitch-black tent suddenly rose, the light once again, and the gloom enveloped the entire Panxing Cult impenetrably.

Footsteps approached one by one, not too loudly, but someone's knees gave way and fell to the ground.

"Come out! Save us!"

From the place shrouded in shadows, some well-trained people popped out suddenly, some were conjurers, some were ordinary people. Countless weapons were held in their hands, just waiting to see their blood.

The dark light illuminates the Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall of the Panxing Sect indistinctly, and the golden body seems to be shining. The man in the gold-patterned cassock slowly approaches, and the wide sleeve robe is slowly swayed by the airflow, like a crane Feather in general.

The light gradually illuminated the figure of the person who came, his black hair was loose, his eyebrows were light, his expression was also light, and there was nothing unpleasant about it.

"Everyone, long time no see."

Like Osamu Dazai, he greeted everyone casually.

"Xia, Xia You-sama—"

The middle-aged man failed to utter these words, his body was already squeezed into a ball, blood burst everywhere, splashing ugly scars on the floor.

The man put his two fingers together, and bent the other two fingers, the corpse quickly and frantically transformed into a monster, shed its outer skin, and threw itself on the other man, biting down on the throat with its mouth open.

The Pan Xing Sect was considered useless by Dazai Zhi, because Xia Youjie never seriously managed it before his death. He was already tired of monkeys, and he had to deal with monkeys due to the nature of mantras. But that's all.

Monkeys without magic power never entered his eyes from beginning to end. After his death, he only picked out some things he could use, and let the monkeys share the rest. Now that he has regained his freedom, he lacks the necessary tools— - His inventory was almost exhausted that day, and he could only replenish it.

The magic world is terrifying and dangerous, and ordinary people would stay away. He was too lazy to deal with monkeys, but he made these high-ranking idiots have different ideas. The magic spell can satisfy their private thoughts, and they happen to have some channels to hire Some conjurers, or exchange some objects that ordinary people can use from the conjurers.

"It's actually the same as what he said." Xia Youjie smiled: "Come out in full force."

"—Spiritual Manipulation."

"Boom."

The Bodhidharma statue fell from the sky, smashing a person into a pulp.

"Boom."

The multi-eyed curse spirits swarmed up, and another person was pierced through the chest.

"Boom."

Another person's trachea was torn by sharp nails, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Osamu Dazai avoided the side in disgust, and pressed the hem of his coat together so that he would not have to wash it afterwards.

"I think I don't have a bad temper." Xia Youjie walked forward step by step. Every time he took a step, someone fell down on the ground.

"Why are you so scared?"

Osamu Dazai predicted with great certainty that these people would spend all their money and use all available resources. At that time, he didn't quite believe that there were people in the world so stupid. Now it seems that once the monkeys gain power that doesn't belong to them, they will expand. It is faster than the curse spirit. Once you have the power, you will never want to go back to the previous situation.

He really overestimated this group of rubbish.

Blood flows into a river.

Xia Youjie stepped on the blood on the ground calmly, his gaze didn't give the dead the slightest attention. In his vision, Osamu Dazai was covered with a gloomy and thick curse, which was affected by the disqualification in the world and turned into a dark purple and black fog. Roll and scratch.

He held the seal with one hand, and bent another finger.

The dead killed by mantras cannot retain their souls, nor can they freely control their shapes, nor can they be reborn. At this time, those souls are struggling with all their strength, and when they transform, they howl and scream sharply and piercingly. The scene of hell is nothing more than this, even Even better.

Osamu Dazai did not know when he had broken free from the restraints on his wrists, but the iron chains on his feet had not been removed. His expression remained unchanged, looking at the hell on earth in front of him, his expression was still tired and boring, and the curses scattered on his body were cursed. Spiritual manipulation occupies and absorbs, and then merges with the dead souls on the ground.

Mantras move across levels with frightening speed.

Level four, level three, level two... special level!

When Xia Youjie walked in front of Dazai Zhi, apart from the two of them, there was no one standing, everything was quiet, without a single sound, the golden Buddha in the hall looked at the two of them benevolently, in the faint fireworks, the two The shadows overlapped and swayed from time to time. Except for the remaining blood and the pungent smell of blood on the ground, all the filth was sucked clean.

At the scene after the massacre, the two looked at each other with the same coldness hidden in their eyes. In the end, the man bent his eyes first, and the atmosphere suddenly eased.

"Master Dazai." Xia Youjie's tone was still not serious, and he said with a smile, "Thank you."

Osamu Dazai glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, and was about to speak, but found that his hands were stained with blood at some point.

A few seconds later, he blinked, and those cold-blooded gestures were locked back into the shell lightly by him, and he raised his other hand, pinching his nose and complaining loudly.

"Too dirty!"

His voice was still a little childish, but now that he pinched his nose like this, it became lighter, and his tone revealed a strong disgust: "It's so dirty! It's so disgusting, my eyes are going to go blind, ah, it stinks, No, it’s too scary, I won’t be able to sleep tonight, and I’ll have some nightmares when I fall asleep—”

Xia Youjie: ...

He stared at Dazai silently for a while.

It was clear that he was so cold-blooded that it made people shudder, but this brat probably has every bone made of porcelain, so he was always cold, and through the faint light before, Dazai Osamu's abnormality and indifference that withdrawn from the world still remain in his body now. in mind.

Resisting the urge to sigh, he knelt down to undo the shackles on the opponent's feet. He didn't have the lockpicking skills of Dazai Osamu, but fortunately, he didn't have to work so hard as a conjurer.

His young boss looked at him with an unpredictable expression, Xia Youjie didn't bother to raise his head to ask Dazai what new trick he had planned--this kind of feeling without thinking is also good, the previous plans in the Panxing Sect were all He made it alone, and now he can leave it all to another person, and he is happy to be at ease.

The man's bony fingers grasped the iron ring, exerting a little force.

The solid metal snapped.

"Okay... kid, what are you doing again?" Feeling the hair at the back of his head being pulled, Xia Youjie paused, raised his eyes, Dazai Osamu looked at the red stain on his hands, and frowned , and wiped it randomly on the hair of the man in front of him.

Seeing Xia Youjie looking at him, Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, and his voice was soft, but so vile that it made one's teeth itch.

"—Wipe your hands."