I am a writer in the world of sorcery

It is not difficult for Xia Youjie to divert Wutiao Wu, what's more, this time he doesn't even need to use his brain, someone has already put a plan in front of him, and he just needs to be a knife.

Gojo Satoru is strongest when alone.

His weaknesses are all about people he cares about. To Xia Youjie, Gojo Satoru is really a good man, but Xia Youjie himself doesn't like to attack young conjurers. The Dazai Osamu in the red scarf has a plan It was too cold, so he simply changed the steps and the ending, tied up Fu Heihui in a simple and rude way, made offerings with delicious food and drinks, and found a place full of stupid monkeys he hated the most, and threw a Pile low-level spell spirits.

After thinking about it, I dumped a few more premium ones.

Afterwards, he made another phone call to the upper-level conjurers who had colluded with the Panxing Sect. Presumably, it won't be long before the group of old oranges will be shocked and angry to ask why Xia Youjie, Wutiao Wu's super curse master, is still alive—— This is again a lot of precious time.

Osamu Dazai found a corner in the secluded place of the high school, lay down with his eyes closed, counting the seconds in his heart, and complained that the idiots from the Chanyuan family came too slowly, bored but full of expectations, he still couldn't find a reason to live , but today the dark clouds above his head suddenly split a ray of light, and Bu Lingling landed on him.

It was without a doubt the best day of his life.

Osamu Dazai hummed the absurd tune he made up himself, his throat suddenly went cold, and the person who came quickly stopped his mouth: "You are Osamu Dazai."

Osamu Dazai glanced at the man with difficulty from the corner of his eye.

He is the cousin of Zenyuan Lian. He grew up with him. He is exactly the same mediocre. He raised his hand wisely, squeezed his throat, and yelled for help vaguely. The visitor seemed to hate him so much that he wanted to cut his throat immediately. , and had to suppress the killing intent for the order of the Zong family, and finally left a sentence in a hoarse voice: "Master Naoya will not spare you."

Osamu Dazai paused, and after a while, suddenly trembled, his kite-colored pupils full of fear shrank tightly.

"I heard that you have very powerful spells." The kidnapper admired his frightened appearance with malice: "The torture instruments and restraints in the sealing room are all specially made spells, as long as they are locked tightly, no matter how powerful the spell is Useless."

Those who can be locked in the sealing room are all powerful conjurers. As one of the three royal families, the Chanyuan family is naturally well prepared.

"Before you die, you will regret why you have to live."

……

When Osamu Dazai saw the sealed room of the Chanyuan family, he was so disappointed that he almost sighed. Apart from looking at God, he might not have the dungeon style of the Port Mafia. He pretended to struggle twice, and let the servants lock him on the wall The lock is also an old-fashioned heavy-duty iron lock, and it jingles non-stop when you move it.

Maybe this kind of family can't wait to replace all the objects in the house with antiques from 1000 years ago.

He hung his head and sighed.

Half an hour later, the door of the sealing room was pushed open by someone, with an arrogant and nasty laugh, black wide-sleeved kimono, blond hair, Dazai Osamu's eyes moved to the face of the man, and the corners of his mouth raised leisurely.

"That... what's your name? Dazai?" Chanyuan Naoya raised the corner of his eyes: "Inferior, how do you want to compensate Zenyuan Ren who was killed by you?"

To Zenyuan Naoya's surprise, Dazai Osamu did not tremble with fear as described in the report. On the contrary, he looked at him as if admiring some rare idiot. A few seconds later, Zenyuan Naoya's face suddenly darkened, and he turned to take the wall on the instrument of torture.

"Yeah, wait a minute." Osamu Dazai opened his eyes innocently and moved his wrist: "Mr. Chanyuan."

Snapped.

With a snap of fingers, the iron cuffs fell off.

Zenyuan Naoya was stunned for a moment, subconsciously clasped his fingers, and still had an arrogant and disdainful look on his face.

[Cast spell! ]

The mantra surged violently, Osamu Dazai dodged a few times, and finally, as if it was inevitable, he stood there sluggishly waiting for a head-on blow.

His heart suddenly relaxed, and he mocked: "Every time I make a move, I design it on the premise that I will encounter a counterattack. It seems that I am worrying too much..."

[--Human disqualification. ]

"Uh--!"

This is impossible!

Zenyuan Naoya's eyes widened, and a merciless fist hit his left eye, his joints were hard, and then he kicked hard, his whole body was kicked by this force and hit the wall, and there were two clicks in an instant, The sealing magic tool cuffed his wrists, and the magic power flowing all over his body was suddenly blocked and disappeared without a trace.

For a person who grew up in a family of conjurers and was a genius of conjuration since childhood, losing his conjuration power is undoubtedly the most terrifying thing.

He opened his mouth, and the unbelievable frightened questioning suddenly turned into a violent scream.

Osamu Dazai turned his eyes kindly at him: "My physical skills have improved a lot these days."

"...It's just the attack trajectory of physical skills. You understand it much better than that little man."

He mercilessly pulled out the dagger that had been inserted into Zenyuan Naoya's shoulder blade a second ago.

Bleeding.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

The man couldn't stop shaking from the pain, but just now, in order to increase the psychological pressure on the prisoner, he deliberately locked the heavy iron door of the sealing room in front of Osamu Dazai. arrive.

Cocooning yourself.

Osamu Dazai flicked the blood stained on the dagger slowly, the bandages on his body were clean, and the black coat was decent without a single wrinkle.

"That small knife." Naoya Zenyuan blinked away the sweat that flowed into his eyes: "It's me, I have it for emergencies, when..."

"Ah, what are you talking about." Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes: "At first, after all, I never imagined that someone would torture me with a weapon."

Looking at Zenyuan Naoya's wonderful face like a palette, he burst out laughing.

"Naoya-kun is a perfect example of a stupid conjurer." He said, "It's obviously a tool in captivity, but he thinks he's superior to others. After losing his magic power, he was so panicked that he couldn't even speak. You don’t have any expectations, but after looking at the diamonds worth being locked in the safe for a long time, and then looking at the stones in the sewer..."

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose in disgust, and turned the dagger in his hand: "Then, let's settle the battle quickly."

The smile on his face suddenly subsided, and he looked down at the defeated enemy from a high position. The dim light above his head barely illuminated half of his face. Get out of the way of the action.

"—The next question I ask, you'd better listen carefully."

When he came out, he was empty-handed, and he kindly stuffed the Zenyuan Naoya’s dagger back into the pocket of his kimono, even though he was barely breathing at that time, the moment the iron door was pushed open, the fresh air was diluted With the smell of blood, Osamu Dazai slumped his shoulders in relief.

The person waiting at the door was Zenyuan Lian's cousin. Osamu Dazai never remembered this person's name. When he saw the man looking forward to something like a puppy, he smiled, turned sideways, and grabbed the other person's wrist. With the other hand, he took out a black Beretta from the inner pocket of his coat like lightning.

boom.

The bullet pierced through his brain, and the sound of the gun was crisp and clear. He lowered his eyes, retracted the gun, and did not even look at the corpse behind him. He yawned wearily, and walked along the corridor. It was obviously the first time he entered the Chanyuan house, and Osamu Dazai But he showed that he was familiar with the room here.

Go up a few stairs, turn left, turn right, and go through the door on the east side.

He looked at the shoji-covered wooden door, pursed his lips, and when he opened the door, the room was filled with cursed objects pasted with yellow paper or displayed on shelves. Osamu Dazai looked at them one by one in amazement, and most of them were him. I don't know what kind of old thing it is. It can be seen that the inventory in this room is in a state of continuous increase. The more the shelves inside, the older the things are.

On the other side are the spell objects that haven't had time to be numbered for annotation.

He bent down and rummaged through the pile, humming nonchalantly, until his fingers found a book with an unremarkable cover.

Dazai opened his eyes wide.

[……Book? ]

He roughly took out the book, ignoring the dust around him, and half-kneeled on the ground to open the title page—it was blank, but there were some vague writings afterwards, and he took out a small book from his arms. Flashlight, bite it with your teeth, and let the light shine on the page.

Still can't see clearly.

"—So you are here."

There was a laughing voice behind him.

Osamu Dazai closed the book and hid it on his body without hesitation for a moment, then quickly picked one from the pile of cursed objects and held it in his hand, all movements were extremely small, and then turned his head, facing those cold eyes blue eyes.

Gojo Satoru raised his chin slightly.

He still had a habitual smile on his face, but in fact his anger had reached its peak. Xia Youjie's series of operations were very careless, but they also caused serious damage. I want to kill those rotten oranges...

Until he received the news that Fu Heihui was also missing.

When he found Xia Youjie, his best friend told him everything in a straightforward manner. Although he had already guessed——at that time, a certain nerve in his brain was indeed snapped in two.

"Teacher Gojo." Osamu Dazai smiled innocently.

Wujo Wujo put his hand in his pocket, walked up to him, and swept over the small ball in his hand. After the smile disappeared, the white-haired man was extremely depressed. He stared at him for a while, and then He bent down, held his hand, spread out his fingers one by one, took away the cursed object, and threw it up casually.

"The conjurers of the Taoshan era used this thing to seal the conjurers who could expand the domain."

The small ball happened to land near Gojo Satoru's finger, he slightly bent his index finger, and flicked it into the air.

- Boom!

The sealed object rubbed against Dazai's face and shot backwards. All the display racks behind him were left with a huge hole, sparks shot out from the edge due to violent friction, and the wooden house covered with yellow paper was directly broken into two halves. The wood was tilted, and there was a crackling sound when it broke.

Facing a cat that was mad with anger, wronged and wanted to bite, Osamu Dazai raised his hand tactfully: "I just..."

A sudden dizziness.

Gojo Satoru stared at him, pressed the tip of his tongue against the sharp canine tooth, and restrained his emotions: "What are you?"

Osamu Dazai paused, closed his eyes, and fell forward.