A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

In the evening, the students finished their work and left the school in twos and threes to go home.

Among them, a boy with short pink hair was the most conspicuous. He walked out of the school surrounded by a group of teenagers, and reluctantly bid farewell to leave.

After saying goodbye to his classmates with a hearty smile, the pink-haired boy walked home with his schoolbag on his back.

Watching him walk home through the long street, the people who had been following him secretly stopped following him.

"This is the container you prepared for the two-faced Su Nuo?"

The curse spirit wearing a flowing pink fir is very skeptical: "It looks so ordinary, even the curse spirit can't see it, can it be successful?"

Beside him, the young sorcerer with an obvious suture line on his forehead smiled gently.

"Of course, Mr. Zhimeng just needs to see the result."

Zhimeng looked at him with a faint smile: "Do you want to show me the result now?"

"Not yet." Yan Suo patiently explained to him: "We can't expose it for the time being, these things need to be concealed, so naturally we need to calculate more."

Looking up at the sky that was about to darken, Zhimeng suddenly asked: "Since we don't do it now, is Kamo-kun free now?"

Lisuo was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at him: "Is Zhimeng Jun okay?"

Hearing Zhimeng's invitation: "I'm going to find someone to play games with, do you want to go together?"

Although he didn't know what the game was in the other party's mouth, Lisuo still cautiously said: "Didn't we agree before that, before you successfully seal Wujou, Mr. Zhimeng, you'd better not use spell power and spells, so as not to leave a curse behind." The filth of power was discovered."

Weaving Meng was stunned for a moment, and said in confusion, "But didn't you tell me not to appear in front of the conjurer? Why is the curse power involved?"

Didn't the other party want to use his similar face to that of Gojo Satoru's close friend to take the opportunity to seal the other party?

Since it's a face, it's a big deal for him to change his appearance and go out to play. Isn't it too much not to let the magic power remain incomplete?This is restricting his freedom and happiness!

Thinking of this, Zhimeng looked at the other party's eyes not very friendly.

Seeing him like this, Li Suo was silent for a moment, and had to explain: "Jun Mengzhi not only looks like that person, but also has a filthy spell, and there is a risk of exposure if you leave the filthy spell rashly."

This is what he tested on purpose, after all, when he was following Yun weaving dream to do the task, he would naturally see the filthy mantra left by the other party.

With such a comparison, it is clear at a glance what is the relationship between Mana Spirit Weaving Dreams and Cloud Weaving Dreams.

Although I don't know why Yunmeng Zhimeng, who died suddenly, turned into a curse spirit and has no memory of his life at all, but it has to be said that this is a very favorable situation for him, and it is naturally impossible for him to tell Zhimeng about it.

But what he said successfully aroused Zhimeng's curiosity.

"The person you mentioned looks similar to me, has similar spell power to me, and even has the same name—"

Lisuo's heart couldn't help raising it slightly, and he heard the Fenshan curse spirit in front of him continue.

"It's a pity that I have been sleeping before and missed the time when the other party was alive. I really want to see that person!"

Thinking of what Lisuo said, that person had died ten years ago, Zhimeng couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

What a pity it has been missed.

Seeing that he didn't guess in the direction that the person was him, Ron Suo immediately felt relieved, and comforted him with an unchanged expression: "It's better if you haven't seen it, which means that you haven't been exposed. If you meet, you and Leuhu still have flowers. They will all be exposed."

When Zhimeng thought that this was indeed the case, he no longer regretted it, and continued to invite: "Although, I still want to play games, Kamo-kun, do you want to go together?"

"Ah, I know it's best not to expose, but as long as the filth is covered up in the end, isn't it good? Or find a place where conjurers don't often go?"

Li Suo thought about it, and felt that if he rejected Zhimeng's idea of ​​having fun again, Zhimeng's impression of him might be worsened, and if he followed, he could help erase the taint of the spell, so he agreed.

"it is good."

The surgeon with a suture on his forehead smiled and said, "If you want to know the location, let's go to Yokohama."

Yokohama has always been chaotic, full of curses, even if a few people die in a day, it is normal, and it is easy to cover up the troubles caused by weaving dreams, and if it doesn't work, it can be blamed on other newly born curse spirits.

Zhimeng readily agreed: "Okay, then let's go~"

After nightfall, the residents of Yokohama habitually locked their doors and never went out again.

Even the residents of Leibo Street, a well-known slum, went back to their safe houses early to hide.

As night fell, most people in Yokohama fell asleep.

Light and shallow mist emerged and drifted over Yokohama, and soon emptily enveloped the area below.

Under the quiet night, no one knows what happened in the fog——

After waking up, the people in the fog found that not only were they staying in a strange place, but several so-called game rules appeared in their minds inexplicably.

One: pass the flowers by beating the drum. Whoever gets the flowers after the drum stops will be punished. Tell a strange story.

Second: After receiving the flowers, those who cannot tell a ghost story within 1 minute will be eliminated.Those whose stories do not meet the requirements will be obliterated.

Third: The last surviving person can make a wish once.

After the people in the fog digested it, when they looked at other people around them in panic or vigilance, a flash of light flashed in front of them, and a flower ball made of unknown pink flowers appeared in the air, rising and falling The ground floats erratically.

At the same time, a drum and drumsticks appeared above the curd.

With a bang, the flower ball fell into the hands of one of the people below, and the game began——

The strange story told by the person who got the bouquet came true, and the ghosts that were realized started their behavior according to the strange story.

The person who told the ghost story was either killed, swallowed, or maliciously teased by the ghost story... The crowd fled in panic amidst the horrifying laughter of the ghosts, but they were shocked to find that the drums above their heads sounded again, beautiful but beautiful. The blood-stained bouquets were being driven back and forth in people's arms again.

The chaos continued, but the game continued——

As the flower ball goes up and down in the transmission room, the light pink color gradually becomes dark red, as bright as it has just been taken out of blood.

……

Behind the foggy scene, the owner of the domain watched the chaos below, but showed a happy expression, a look of great enjoyment.

Yan Suo, who was also watching from the side, gradually became more subtle.

Although he had already had a premonition that the game of Weaving Dreams would kill people, so he set the location in the chaotic Yokohama where death would occur every day, but he did not expect the so-called game of Weaving Dreams to be so... bloody!

The curse spirit didn't do anything, just left a few rules of the game, and then the people below began to kill each other——

Maybe they didn't want to do this at the beginning, but as the ghosts in the ghost stories were materialized one by one, the strong malice and actions they carried made people understand that they cannot continue to appear!

Therefore, when the person who got the bouquet began to tremblingly tell ghost stories in order to survive, and when the ghosts who were realized were forced to be unable to attack them, people's malice was fully exposed——

They killed the person who told the ghost story.

The victim fell down holding the blood-stained flower ball, but the drumbeat sounded again silently acquiesced in their actions, and no new ghosts appeared...they "successful".

As a result, the evil thoughts in people's hearts were ignited, and the blood-stained flower ball became a symbol of death!

In order to survive, in order not to die, they started killing others...

……

Looking at the young Manju Ling who was full of relish and didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, Li Suo lowered his eyes to cover up the sarcasm.

Sure enough, no matter how noble he was in life, after falling into the curse spirit, all he has left is malice towards human beings.

For example, Weaving Dream, or... him.

"how?"

The light and ethereal voice of the young curse spirit suddenly sounded: "Is my game boring? Why didn't Kamo-kun watch it?"

Lin Suo regained his senses, glanced down, and found that the original number of participants, which were about a hundred, had become single digits.

"No, it's interesting."

The young man with a suture line on his forehead hooked his lips and smiled: "I was just thinking, if the last survivor can make a wish once, will Mr. Zhimeng really grant any wish?"

"Of course not."

Zhimeng took it for granted: "Ordinary small wishes, I can satisfy them for the sake of pleasing me. A little bit too much, for the sake of their survival, I can also satisfy them."

"But if it's too greedy and too much—" the Fenshan youth smiled and said terrible words.

"I can only send him to Santuchuan to make a wish."

Yan Suo's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively: "What is a little bit too much?"

"For example, they want supernatural powers." After finishing speaking, Zhimeng glanced at him and said with a smile: "The Yokohama superhumans you told me about, their supernatural powers sound a bit like the spells of conjurers. Basically, it's all natural. But they want it, and I can't satisfy them."

At such a moment, he realized something and his heart was moved: "You can also... give others spells? Anything is fine?"

"Of course~" As if he had caught some loophole, Zhimeng's voice became more and more deceptive and hooked.

"So, do you want Kamo-kun?"

Yan Suo's eyes flickered, and he felt a little uneasy at the same time as his heart beat wildly, so that he fell into a difficult decision.

In the end, the dog's instinct still prevailed, and with a difficult tone, he reluctantly refused with his expression unchanged.

"Although I really want to try it, the magic formula that Mr. Zhimeng can bestow is flawed, right?"

As he said that, he showed a very real look of regret.

"That's a pity." Zhimeng said lightly, noncommittal to his guess.

Li Suo saw it in his eyes, but he confirmed his guess more and more, and his regret gradually disappeared.

Since you can get the complete [Spell Manipulation], then this kind of defective product is not worth mentioning.

Weaving Dream looked down, with a happy expression: "Ah, the game is over~"

"Then, let the victor make a wish—"

In Yokohama, dead people are common, the only difference is that there are more or fewer deaths.

Individuals who die in accidents every day cannot be seen by others at all. At most, they sighed at the time and then forgot about it.

But sometimes there are too many surprises, and keen people notice something is wrong.

On this day, the Armed Detective Agency received a commission from the police station——

Find out the truth behind the accidental death of most of the residents recently.

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Kamo-kun, you are really determined, but unfortunately you are a traitor.