I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Among the three, Fu Heihui seemed out of place.

He didn't get close to Dazai from the beginning to the end, and he didn't show any concern for him. Compared with his two companions, he seemed rather unhuman.

As a person who worked hard to raise chickens and cats since he was a child, he noticed what Nazaki and Knotabagi had overlooked—in such a weird and dark place, surrounded by cursed spirits, Dazai's reaction was too normal.

[Ten] has many functions, one of which is to make the curse spirit appear. For ordinary people who cannot see the curse spirit on weekdays, the curse spirit is simply the most terrifying nightmare.

Going crazy like that Saki-san with a trembling voice is a normal person's reaction.

He guessed that beheading with a knife... the act called "sacrifice for love" by Dazai was probably a crazy act made by Miss Saki under the extreme fear of being threatened by a curse spirit.

Go to hell with your lover.

But she couldn't bear to let her lover be devoured by the monster, so she took the first step and killed him first.

But this cannot explain Dazai's repeated torn wounds.

But Fu Heihui felt that Osamu Dazai had a bigger problem, there was no reason, it was pure intuition.

He glanced at Dazai and reminded his companions: "We haven't found any special cursed objects that need to be recovered—hey!"

Fu Heihui's eyes widened, and his body leaned forward quickly, trying to grab his companion who was swallowed by the spell channel, but it was still a step too late. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were swallowed up, and the surrounding environment was suddenly suppressed. He looked around, But without any warning, he was hit hard by a violent curse spirit, and his body was directly embedded in the door panel!

"Run!" He took a deep breath and shouted in Dazai's direction, "Move!"

Dazai, however, seemed to be stupefied by fright, standing motionless on the spot, his kite-colored eyes wide open: "What is this? Ghosts and gods?"

that's terrible.

The duty of the conjurer is to protect the weak and save those who cannot save themselves.

Fu Heihui bit his lower lip suddenly, forced himself to mobilize his limbs, and ran forward stumblingly, but he was too far away from Dazai, seeing that the ugly hand of the curse spirit was about to pinch his thin neck.

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Dazai looked around in a panic, just when he thought that a tragedy was about to happen, Dazai turned around deftly, and in an unexpected light and sensitive posture, he lowered his head and slid the shovel, lightly He quickly hid under the curse spirit who was slightly off the ground.

"It's so scary." Dazai said, and Fukuroi wiped away the blood covering his eyes with all his strength. Every movement of Dazai was as dangerous as walking a tightrope, but it was very interesting to watch. He seemed to have no weight. Jumping can pinch the side to avoid the attack of the curse spirit.

"Friend of Knotweed-kun!" Dazai hid for a while, then suddenly looked at him, his face was pale, and he looked terrified: "How can we escape!"

Fu Heihui raised his head, collected himself, put on a posture, and clapped his hands together.

"Get off the rabbit!"

Rabbit escape is a technique that fills the space with a large number of rabbit spells, attracting the attention of the enemy, so as to find a chance to escape. Dazai's hiding and escaping gave him a little observation time, so that he could see clearly the reality of the spell in front of him.

Level one spell.

No, it's worse than a first-level spell spirit. Judging by the changing and weird environment around it, this spell spirit is already close to the edge of a special level, enough to create an incomplete domain.

He didn't bother to think about why such a thing could be encountered in an ordinary task, maybe the curse has been swallowed and absorbed by this guy?

In short, this is a battle that must be blocked and resigned to fate.

Dazzling shikigami rushed towards the curse spirit, like a flood made of ferocious fur, and quickly fought a few rounds with the curse spirit, he took the opportunity to shout at Dazai: "Quick——"

Before the word escape could come out of his lips and tongue, four deep bone-deep wounds had bloomed on his chest, and his lungs were damaged. He could only lip-sync to Dazai in a breathy voice: "Run away."

A young man whose life has not yet begun should not be deprived of his life here, he thought, and then he closed his eyes unwillingly.

Seeing the conjurer fell down, Dazai quietly restrained his exaggerated expression of fear. He casually glanced at the curse spirit, and walked towards Fu Heihui, who had fallen into a brief coma. His suppressed iris eyes were for the first time There was a slight surprise, he knelt down and looked at Fu Heihui's face carefully.

"Why do you have to work so hard?" He stretched out his fingers, and gently rubbed the face of the magician boy, scratching the long and thick eyelashes of the other party, blood dripped down his fingers, and he sighed. : "Are you so stupid that you want to lose your life?"

"It's obvious that Knotweed-kun's friends hate me."

Dazai stared at Fukuroe as if admiring some rare idiot. He has always been good at observing words and expressions. Watching him coldly.

Belittle yourself, nihilism, evasion.

With just one glance, Osamu Dazai casually put a few labels on Megumi Fukuro, then turned his head and continued to talk with Yuzuhito Katsuobu. It is no exaggeration to say that he immediately saw Megumi Fukuro's character weakness, and felt very bored .

The following battles gradually changed his outlook. Fu Heihui's fighting style was completely different from his calm appearance. Every move was so fierce that he would not leave him the slightest retreat. Every time he made a move, he had the idea of ​​dying at any time. .

It's not a higher level of consciousness, but a subtle thought like [I'm not important, it doesn't matter if I die, there are stronger people who can solve the mess].

But such a young man who seems to be very defensive, can let a stranger he doesn't like escape at the risk of being eaten by a monster?

This friend, Jun, turned out to be a suicidal maniac.

Then what supports him and makes him struggle to live in this world and not die?In other words, can he take away the pillar of the friend, and see how far a suicidal maniac with a righteous heart can degenerate?

Dazai laughed.

He seldom doesn't smile, and most of the time he wears a performance-like smile on his face. For him, there is nothing he can't see clearly even if it is a complicated human heart, and society has always been run by human beings. In his eyes, everything looks dull and boring. Most of the time he is annoying because he is too lazy to cater to others. As long as he wants to, he can immediately become the focus of the crowd.

So funny.

Friends, are all these people so interesting?

He turned around, the monster didn't know why, it kept wandering and couldn't move forward,

"Wake up, friend of Mr. Knotweed, I can't run out alone." He shook the seriously injured conjurer, his mood was brisk, and his tone became more and more flustered: "What should I do, Mr. Friend."

... What a strange name, my friend.

This voice is too much to beat.

Even in a shallow coma state, Fu Heihui couldn't help but burst into flames. Maybe it was because he had been with chickens and cats for a long time. He has complicated feelings towards people like chickens and cats, and he can distinguish human beings at the first time. That playful tone hidden in the voice.

Familiar fire.

No, the chicken breaking the cat was trying to make him angry, but the guy in front of him was just for fun.

Hearing the flustered tone of the other party, Fu Heihui suddenly opened his eyes. Stimulated by anger and adrenaline, he stared at Dazai fiercely like a ghost, and Dazai fell to the ground with a "bang", flinching Withdrew his hand slowly, and then showed him a flattering smile: "You're awake."

Fu Heihui: ...

If you don't wake up, you will be pissed off.

He had just regained consciousness, but the curse spirit wandering not far away suddenly moved, using body movements to utter a pungent taunt, Fuguro Hui unsteadily got up from the ground, ready to continue summoning shikigami: "Dazai, let me explain in advance." , I cannot guarantee that you will survive."

Dazai shivered helplessly.

"It's on the chest." Dazai said suddenly, "There is a finger."

Fu Heihui looked up in horror.

Indeed, among the gaudy skin textures of the curse spirit's dead fish, the texture on the chest is particularly abnormal, and if you look closely, you can clearly see a shriveled dark red finger in the depression.

——Su Nuo finger.

All problems suddenly became clear.

An ordinary first-level curse spirit devoured Su Nuo's finger, and quickly gained its current terrifying strength.

There is no such thing as a magician who dies without regrets, and Knotaba Yuhito and Nagasaki Wild Rose also face the threat of this curse spirit, and none of the three of them may be able to escape the unfinished realm of birth.

At this moment, there is one last way to break through the predicament of the Chanyuan master technique he inherited.

perish together!

Fu Heihui gave up deceiving himself and others, the corners of his mouth turned up, showing a frenzied smile, his teeth were stained with blood, making him even more crazy.

I will die!

But you will also be exterminated together!

"--Snapped!"

The young conjurer put his index fingers and little fingers in his palms, clasped his hands humbly, and rushed forward.

[Ten kinds of shadow spells. 】

【—Eight-handed swords and god general Mo Xuluo. 】

The blue mantra slowly emerged from the young man's body, steaming and fogging up.

"Wait, wait." A huge force suddenly grabbed him by the collar, and his body was suddenly grabbed when he was inertially moving forward!

Fu Heihui opened his mouth instinctively, his throat creaking uncontrollably.

He was staggered, his seriously injured body swayed twice, and almost fell to the ground. When he turned his face, he found that it was Dazai who was holding his collar with one hand. Put it in your coat pocket.

Four eyes facing each other.

Fu Heihui was startled, and suddenly felt a basin of ice water poured over his head.

Seeing this, Osamu Dazai slowly bent his eyes, turned his lips up, and smiled softly, revealing that iris-colored pupil who did not know when it became gloomy and gloomy. He spoke lightly, his gaze was cold and sharp.

"—Mr. Fuhei, as I said, I can't escape alone."