I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Fu Heihui slammed open the door with his body and ran quickly.

He uncontrollably recalled the scene 1 minute ago.

"Running away is not the best solution right now." The dangerous aura that made the nerves walk on the steel wire only stayed for a moment, and the other party returned to a cowering look of fear. Fu Heihui even thought that his eyes were delusional.

But the uncontrollably trembling fingers and the cold sweat on the back of his neck told him that Osamu Dazai, an ordinary person, did make him go back and forth in hell for a moment.

In the next second, Dazai blinked his eyes: "Fuhei-kun is obviously very trusted by friends, but is he going to let them down at this time?"

"Be serious and survive. There is not only one monster in this building. If you die, I don't think I can wait for Jun Kwang-zhang and the others."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai took a big step forward, jumped directly under the curse spirit, and waved at it again and again, very provocative.

"I'll draw it away now." Dazai gave him a last deep look, pushed open the window, half stepped on the window frame, the black coat was blown by the wind, making a rattling sound, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss : "Mr. Fu Hei, my life is in your hands. If you are ready, remember to save me."

"—Help me, I want to live."

He bowed his head and closed his eyes, his iris-colored pupils were dark and chaotic.

Then he jumped down and jumped down!

asshole.

Fu Heihui couldn't help clenching his teeth deeply. Since he wanted to be rescued, why did he interrupt him?The bastard who had obviously irresponsibly sent an invitation to die for love to Wild Rose before, now begged him desperately, saying that he wanted to live?

Since he wanted to live, he was obviously an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, so why did he choose to use it as bait to lure away the curse spirit?

Obviously this will make him die faster!

"Mr. Fuhei! It's now!"

The voice came from the top of his head, and he raised his head vigorously, only to see Dazai kicking his foot on the face of the curse spirit in an incredibly flexible posture, and his body turned around suddenly with the help of force, as if he had no weight.

"Ne! Orochi!"

Even though he was in an incomplete domain of spell spirits, Fu Heihui was able to use his shadow spells in a short period of time to form an incomplete formation.

All shikigami are arranged in the east, southwest, north, and northeast positions, driving the mana in an instant. Although they cannot win an overwhelming victory like Mo Xuluo, in the field where the formation has been laid out, they have not yet been obtained. The curse spirit, who was as intelligent as humans, suddenly seemed stretched.

A large hole was opened in the wall, and the roof was lifted directly.

The gravel and brick slag ran across the cheek at high speed, the sweat made the wound painful, the fist was broken and there was a foot, the wrist was broken and the skull was broken, the shoulder blade was broken and there was a knee——

To his surprise, even though the sound of bones breaking could clearly be heard in his ears, he didn't feel much pain, his brain was in an extremely excited state, and his pupils were congested.

Get rid of it!

Under the storm-like attack, the curse spirit bound by the array was accidentally bitten by a jade dog. The black-haired boy approached and cut it in half with a knife. After a few moments, the curse spirit was broken into pieces , the indestructible Su Nuo finger fell from his chest.

……ended.

The field of semi-finished products quietly faded away, and the terrifying ghosts and creatures reappeared to reveal the true colors of the campus. He stood unsteadily on the ground, his mind was full of Dazai's life and death. The young magician stretched out his hand and picked up the finger. He wanted to protect The target had already walked in front of him, but did not make a sound.

"Dazai, there are people waiting outside the tent..." Fu Heihui lost consciousness, and without warning, he threw forward, and Su Nuo's finger slipped from his hand.

"Ok?"

Dazai held the black-haired boy's chest with one hand, and flicked that finger with the tip of his toe, looking very disgusted.

"I'm not interested in hugging men, nor in picking up dirty things." He really wrinkled his face, looking very distressed. When he was considering what to do with Su Nuo's fingers, a little curse spirit that looked like an inflated balloon , slipped across the floor quietly, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Ah, it was eaten."

If Fu Heihui was still awake, he would probably want to grab Miss Saki's hatchet and stab Dazai to death. No matter what, he would never have imagined that Dazai would allow another curse spirit to swallow a special curse after half of his life was gone. thing.

The dangerous magic power dissipated again.

The moment the fingers fell to the stomach, the curse spirit quickly transformed into a twisted, strong, fangs and sharp mouth, and its body gradually filled the entire corridor, showing a foamy texture.

Dazai casually glanced at the curse spirit, pulled Fu Heihui up, and observed him strangely.

Isn't that very presentable?In Fu Heihui, he saw the shadow of Akutagawa, immature, weak, but with great potential. If he is guided correctly, in time, he will definitely become a top existence.

He poked the other person's face casually.

The other party's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly because they instinctively sensed the danger, and the dots of blue magic power were like rising fireworks, and the thin eyelids also rolled, as if they were about to wake up.

"Well." Dazai sighed, "You can't wake up yet."

He held Fu Heihui's wrist, let him lie on his shoulder with even more disgust, and turned around, with a look of disgust mixed with some annoyance: "Ah, I was blocked."

As soon as the limbs touched, the magic power that was gradually boiling in the young conjurer's body disappeared without a trace.

The curse spirit had grown to the point of terror. It closed its teeth, and in order to appreciate the weeping expression of the human, it deliberately waited until the other turned around before opening its mouth, but the human just glanced at it indifferently.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand lightly, his black coat was lifted by the airflow, his movements were leisurely and calm, compared with the huge mantra, he was as vulnerable as an ant, and right now, his actions were simply made after being dazzled by fear. Out of desperate struggle.

The curse spirit also had the same idea, and let out a weird and loud laugh.

[--Human disqualification. ]

Beyond common sense.

Beyond common sense.

Any sorcerer who sees this scene will be shocked to doubt his life. If there is a high-level sorcerer, he is probably so envious that he can't wait to take Dazai as his own immediately.

A genuine first-level curse spirit, vaguely approaching the super-level.

In an instant, there was not even the slightest reaction time.

Ashes and ashes——!

……

Dazai dragged Fuheihui out of the campus, the conjurer spoke a few words, and the amount of information revealed was enough for him to figure out the whole incident.

This world is like Yokohama, there is another kind of power, and according to the education Fukuroe has received, the position of the conjurer is not as ambiguous as a person with supernatural powers, and in a sense, he can be regarded as a decent person.

And his supernatural ability, unqualified in the world, can nullify any spell.

That is to say, monsters such as mantras that are purely composed of mantras cannot pose any threat to him. According to the previous experiment when he was injured by Miss Saki, after the mana power touches his body for a short time, it will Dissipates immediately.

...But it still hurts to be hit by a huge impact.

In view of the fact that he has not collected information about such monsters in normal society before, it can be seen that the curse spirit is something that can only be seen under special circumstances, and it needs to meet certain conditions, or itself has certain conditions.

The former is like [tent], and the latter is like a magician.

He suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Yizhi Jiegao stood tremblingly outside the tent, alone. Not long ago, Knotaba Yuhito was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital. Then Kizaki Yeqiangwei hugged an unconscious girl, moved to the door step by step, and said After saying "save her", she passed out.

Fu Heihui in the trio has not been heard from yet.

He was thinking about whether to take a gamble, and walked a few steps inside, but saw two small black spots appearing at the door of the teaching building, and slowly moving towards the door.

……Great.

Supervisor Yidizhi heaved a sigh of relief, halfway through, almost choking himself, wait, where are the two people coming from?

Oops.

It is not unheard of for conjurers to be cut off by curse masters when they go out on missions and take them as hostages for extortion.

His finger rested on the call button of the phone, ready to call for help if something went wrong, and he still didn't take a step back even though there was a battle between the two.

But at this time, the phone turned on unfortunately, and the screen showed that the caller was the last person he wanted to see right now.

"That gentleman."

He was about to press down his fingers, but when he heard a clear young voice, as the two figures were getting closer, the young man in a black coat feebly raised his hand at him: "I absolutely can't take another step, even if I lie down Hei Jun asked me to send him out, I'm so tired, I'm too tired, ah, just give up."

After speaking, he shook, and he was about to fall to the ground.

Yidizhi's heart almost stopped beating, he closed his fingers without thinking.

"Born from darkness, blacker than black, filthy and filthy, all filthy—"

Dazai raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly.

"You have to answer the phone, Yidizhi. Answering the phone within three seconds is a workplace etiquette." A figure appeared beside Yidizhi without warning, and made a very excessive request.

But Yidizhi suddenly stopped shrinking, with a look of "saved" on his face, he muttered: "Mr. Wutiao..."

"Wait a minute, don't worry." A very rude pat landed on his shoulder.

The white-haired man raised his hand, raised his right eye patch, stepped into the tent with his long legs, and appeared behind the two of them in an instant.

He looked down at Dazai condescendingly: "Get up."

"—what do you want to do to my students?"