I am a writer in the world of sorcery

In the end, it was Xia Youjie who conceded first, and the man tore the iron chain into two, and rescued Xilingling's ankle from the chain: "Tonight, we harvested six special-grade curse spirits and twelve first-grade curse spirits." Spirits, seven of them can barely complete the incomplete domain, and there are a few low-level spell spirits."

Osamu Dazai is a cursed man.

In addition to Osamu Dazai's own negative emotions, there are some curses on him that obviously come from other humans. Xia Youjie is no stranger to this situation.

The first time he was cursed was when he slaughtered the village before he defected. Killing people has to go through a process. Before it was the monkey’s turn to die, everyone almost wanted to bite his bones and skin him. The curse that was visible to the naked eye stabbed at him like a sharp knife. , gather more, it will be like a thick fog.

Later, he read some scriptures and felt that these curses should not be called curses.

It would be more appropriate to say retribution.

All the conjurers died badly, and there was no place to bury them, probably because of too much retribution in their lifetime, but he had no way of knowing why his little boss was haunted by the curse—if it was a little bit, it would be fine, Dazai Osamu Nemesis was almost as much as he was, twisted and heavy.

The evil is full.

Evil sin.

Xia Youjie put his hands into his sleeves again habitually, crossed his arms, and followed Dazai unhurriedly. The other party seemed to be extremely tired, and he was silent all the way. His jaw was sharp and thin, and his neck was wrapped around Bandages, and there is no sound when walking.

[A lifeless doll. ]

Osamu Dazai is isolated in a high and thick wall, and inside the wall is an impenetrable darkness. When he occasionally mentions his past, people can't tell the truth from the fake, and he never explains things to others. His mind was hidden in a very deep and dark place, so that no matter whether he was in a crowd or in the wilderness, he couldn't get a trace of humanity.

Xia Youjie suddenly felt that the atmosphere was unbearable, he paused: "I have never asked about the specific purpose of these curse spirits."

Dazai half-truthfully said: "Seal."

"The strength of the six special grades is not weak, but they are not enough to deal with Wu." Xia Youjie said, "They are special grades because they happen to be classified as special grades, and five Wujos are special grades because there is no higher grade than Wujou. level—ah, I will have a headache when I go back later.”

After leaving the high school, this kid will follow Wujo Wu every step of the way.Xia Youjie rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, thinking about how to cover up his tracks.

"One second is enough to delay him." Dazai replied casually, "Gojo-sensei won't come back until we go back."

"Ok?"

"Someone will receive an email tonight, and they will definitely hold a meeting, so Wujo-sensei will probably..." Dazai's voice paused, and his tone became more subtle: "For the disgusting people, I went to the downtown dessert shop to line up , let’s watch another underground idol’s performance.”

"So there is plenty of time." He thought, with a vague smile on his lips.

This good mood lasted until he walked out of the gate of the Panxing Sect. Facing several cars that had been crushed by a huge force, Osamu Dazai turned his head, his eyes were full of wonder, and Xia Youjie looked back at him innocently. .

The corner of the man's mouth trembled slightly, as if he was about to be unable to hold back his smile.

It's much more pleasing to the eye, he thought, but for the first time, he put on a respectful tone on the surface: "To be on the safe side, the former site of the Panxing Sect is located near Mount Takao on the outskirts of Tokyo. Even if you hire a driver, you have to go down the mountain first. "

He slowly added another sentence.

"Master Dazai."

Osamu Dazai twitched the corners of his mouth, and was about to speak, but suddenly stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open.

"Rainbow Dragon."

The air swirls, and the pitch-black night is suddenly broken open. The air current is engulfed with floating gold and silver flakes, silver scales and golden whiskers, clouds and mists are transpiring, and the mythical totem tears the paper and descends to the world.

—— Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils were shining brightly like daylight at this moment.

Xia Youjie finally let out a chuckle, the cool mountain breeze, the sky full of stars, layers of red torii gates, the man's sleeve robe covered with gold gauze was stretched by the wind, he let go of his seal, and crossed his legs lightly. Sit on the dragon head and reach out to the boy.

"Go, go home."

**

An extremely dark secret room.

This is the place where the upper echelons of the magic world call people in to give important orders. The room is not too big, and it is surrounded by screens that are as tall as a person and covered with plain paper. These screens are where those big people who are not visible usually sit. later.

The room was specially designed, with a shikigami lantern emitting pale white light above his head, sticking out his tongue half-deadly, and there was no other light source. In this way, if someone stood in the middle of the room, from his point of view, the white The shadow behind the screen is extraordinarily majestic. If the mental quality is poor, just entering this place will already start to weaken the legs and feet.

Usually there are at most one or two shadows behind these screens.

But at this moment, there are figures behind every screen. Looking at the costumes, they are all wearing haori—the most traditional and noble clothing they think. No one speaks at the moment, and the atmosphere becomes more creepy and quiet. The lantern shikigami has not drifted away from the original From time to time, I trembled with fear.

On this noble occasion, suddenly there was an unceremonious knock on the door,

"Yo, are you still there?"

The white-haired conjurer Diao Erlang walked in, with a pink bunny support badge pinned to his chest, and a luminous plastic fan in his hand.

"That... what's your name?"

He went straight to the screen in the middle, hit it with the handle of the fan, and impatiently punched it in, knocking out a hole.

Gojo Satoru leaned down and approached the hole with his blindfolded face: "Ah, so the funeral I attended last time was not yours, I'm sorry."

"No reason!"

An old and angry voice suddenly exploded from behind: "Gojo Wu, the body control team has found out that the previous special-level curse spirit wounding incident was caused by Osamu Dazai, and the super-level curse spirit made flowers and caused a total of deaths and injuries..."

"Wait, wait." Gojo Satoru put his pockets in his pocket: "Say it again."

"Superior mantra flower making..."

"Okay, stop." Gojo Satoru put his weight on the other foot: "Old man, didn't I exterminate the flower-making super-level magic spirit?"

"Where's the casualty statistics?"

"Nonsense!" Another old voice said: "Since the first ten days of March, Senlu County has had the first death, a total of 67 people, until the last death, Zenyuan Lian—"

"Cenyuan lotus?"

boom!

One of the screens fell, and the priest of the Zenyuan family stood up, slamming each word: "The evidence that Osamu Dazai created super-level illusions, spells, and flowers is already certain. As the heir of the Wutiao family, you are now going to show favoritism in public?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at him inexplicably: "The last deceased is Chanyuan Ren, so what's the name of the first deceased?"

The other party was at a loss for words.

"Ah, you don't know."

"The first deceased is Mizuno Shoichiro, 15 years old, male, preparing for the entrance examination." Gojo Satoru said in a calm voice, "The last deceased is Murakami Hana, 19 years old, male, studying at Kyoto University College of Art. Not long ago, the police arrested him. From missing to dead."

"The law of death is to perish together with the lotus of the Buddhist monastery."

The priest from the Chanyuan family was stunned, and then flew into a rage: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"

"Okay." Finally a voice came from behind the broken screen: "Gojo Satoru, the reason why we didn't immediately execute Dazai Osamu in secret is because you assured us that he would not become a curse master, nor would he become a The second Xia Youjie."

"As his guarantor, you need to be responsible for all his actions and make sure that he can't leave the High School of Conjuration."

"Well, that's right." Gojo Satoru raised his head, and his fair and slender fingers fiddled with the tassels hanging down from Lantern Shikigami from time to time. The old man closed his eyes, suppressed his anger, and tried his best to ignore the other party's sloppy behavior, and said in a deep voice .

"We will respect the face of the Gojo family, but right now Osamu Dazai is no longer a purely dangerous person. His filthy spells can nullify all spell powers. According to the latest information we have, including Master Tianyuan's enchantment, if the enchantment If the world disappears, the concentration of magic power in the entire country will be reduced to the same level as that of the outside world. At that time, the strength of magicians will be greatly reduced, and they will not be able to bear the corresponding responsibilities..."

"After discussion, even if Osamu Dazai is not sentenced to death, he still needs to be held in secret prison."

A silence.

The white-haired conjurer threw away the fan casually, put his hands on the back of his head, and smiled uncertainly: "Secret prison?"

"Secret sex prison."

After saying this, the curvature of the man's mouth completely disappeared. He slightly closed his jaw, covered his eyes, and couldn't see his expression clearly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Tired, Wujo Wuxiang.

What kind of secret prison sounds really grand. He thought of those people he saw in the dungeon of Wutiao's house when he was young. They were skinny and panicked all day long, with scars and scars imprinted on them. Helpfully huddled into a ball.

He blinked, and those figures suddenly changed their appearance——

Bloody bandages.

Old wounds overlapping under bandages.

Gloomy and lifeless eyes.

"Don't forget, Osamu Dazai's secret execution is still being executed, and it's only temporary..." The old man suddenly closed his mouth, his throat quivered, and he swallowed again.

"Shut up, rotten orange."

Gojo Satoru didn't know when he lifted the corner of the blindfold.

Those eyes of the sky that seemed to extend the world were completely covered by dark clouds at this moment, and the expression of the white-haired conjurer was faintly hostile.

"Don't forget too."

"—he is my student."