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

Xia Youjie didn't expect that when he felt Zhimeng's spell again, it would be in this situation——

In the early hours of the morning, misty white mist shrouded Yokohama below. The seemingly normal natural phenomenon was actually filled with magical powers that ordinary people could not detect.

The dense magic power permeated the fog, which was enough to form a domain, so that the big Yokohama was wrapped in it, and it was even more difficult for the people inside to find out what was wrong.

But what makes Xia Youjie's heart sink even more is that those fogs, those mana breaths are all existences that he is very familiar with, and has even entered and touched many times——

That is the domain of weaving dreams!

The field of dream weaving is not only very discerning, but also different from other fields, that is, it is not closed.

His domain does not deny the entry of other people, and allows people to freely enter and exit the domain as a constraint, in exchange for stronger control over the scope of the domain.

If the trespasser does not have the guidance of the master, he will get lost in the fog of the domain, or find his way back, or die in it.

Now, Yokohama is shrouded in the realm of weaving dreams.

Even, because of the variability of the dream weaving technique, Xia Youjie didn't know what technique the other party was using now, and what was the inherent technique of the domain.

Xia Youjie looked at Yokohama in the mist below, his fisted hands trembling slightly.

Because he knew that he didn't want to think about it, let alone something happened... The newly born curse spirit in Yokohama is Zhimeng!

Emotionally, he wants to rush down desperately, enter the field to find Zhimeng, meet him, ask him why he became like this, and what happened back then——

But intellectually, he also clearly understands that once he enters the field of weaving dreams, everything about him will be controlled by the other party, and without the permission of weaving dreams, he can't even see the other party's figure.

After a moment of entanglement between emotion and reason, Xia Youjie finally summoned several super-level curse spirits he had subdued, and ordered them to expand the domain together——

In this case, let Zhimeng come to see him in person!

In the field, the game continues——

After the blue-haired boy shouted that this was a fair trade, the drums in the sky were sounded again.

Amidst the sound of drums, the brown-haired boy who was beaten unconscious by Zhongyuan Zhongya died instantly in a coma, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Edogawa Ranpo looked at him angrily: "Did you see it? This is what you will face!"

The blue-haired boy froze in place. He wanted to say something, but the flower ball had already been passed into his hands, and he subconsciously passed it out again.

The drums were beating, even though the Central Plains had eliminated the suppression of other people, they didn't care about other people, and all their minds were focused on passing the flower ball.

Over there, Fukuzawa Yukichi realized something, no longer worried about hurting other people, but led his battle with Mori Ogai into the crowd sitting in a circle.

People who didn't want to be affected got up and walked away one after another, the passing of the bouquet was interrupted, and the person holding the bouquet chased after others to pass the ball in horror.

Dazai Osamu snatched the bouquet quickly, and Nakahara Nakahara, who was given the order, immediately went to stop him. As soon as the black and red gravity opened, the scene suddenly became more chaotic.

The sound of the drum was pounding, like the sound of death, which made people panic.

After the forced circle sitting at the beginning was broken, no one was willing to sit back, and no one was willing to catch flower balls.

These people were scattered in every corner of the room, listening to the incessant drum beating in panic, but nervously staring at where the bouquet was, as soon as the drum stopped, they would rush to kill the person holding the bouquet .

The flower ball is in the hands of Osamu Dazai, and he also tried to touch Nakahara Chuya to see if he could release the control, but all failed.

As a result, he could only keep facing the flower ball to the attack of Zhongya Zhongyuan, trying to destroy the flower ball with the strength of the opponent, so that Zhongyuan Zhongye was forced to fight with his hands tied.

The blue-haired boy watched the chaotic scene, and in the blink of an eye, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Quickly tell them to stop!"

"I—" The blue-haired boy was in a trance for a moment, and Edogawa Ranpo, who grabbed him, also noticed something, only to see that the dim room in front of him began to tremble, and the next moment began to atomize.

The floor, walls, and even the big drum in the air turned into mist and gradually dissipated.

The blue-haired boy also returned to normal, looking in one direction with some displeasure.

"It's you!" Edogawa Ranpo suddenly yelled, causing the blue-haired boy to withdraw his attention, and smiled at the famous detective who had already reacted.

"Ala, it was discovered."

The boy with blue hair and different eyes, that is, Zhimeng who has become a real person, regretted: "I originally wanted to play with you, but it was destroyed by someone."

After saying that, he easily waved Edogawa Ranpo's hand away, his smile unchanged.

"So, let's stop here today, I'm going to deal with that spoiler first, see you next time~"

Then, the room was completely fogged, and even the people in the room disappeared one after another. The place was completely turned into a fog, which quickly dissipated after being destroyed by external forces.

The face and body were gradually covered with sutures. At this time, they were completely real people. Even the breath of magic power had turned into a real person version of Weaving Dreams. He looked up at the person who destroyed his domain.

In the gradually dissipating fog, Xia Youjie in the air saw the human-shaped curse spirit below, and his anticipation and excitement dissipated, leaving only unspeakable stiffness.

Weaving dreams, he...doesn't want to see him?

On the other hand, Zhimeng, who was dressed in the appearance of a real person, saw several super magic spirits next to the magician in the sky above, and his original intention to play with the magician disappeared.

He's going to kill the conjurer!

Zhimeng thought calmly, and used real people's spells to change his soul form, flapped his newly grown wings, and rushed into the air.

And the super magic spirits floating beside Xia Youjie in the air also moved, either blocking Xia Youjie to protect him, or attacking Zhimeng.

But the live-action version of Weaving Dreams does not hide. It uses spells to forcibly maintain its own soul shape, so even if it is attacked, it will not be injured. Then it turns its arms into long, spiked whips and backhands. Fly away the curse spirit blocking the way.

Forcibly opening the way to Xia Youjie in this way, Xia Youjie, who had calmed down, controlled the curse spirit under him in time to avoid it, and punched back Zhimeng's whip several times during the landing.

Thinking that the real person's technique can only be used when touching the opponent while keeping the palm in its original shape, Zhimeng couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Without this condition, the conjurer in front of him would have been turned into a conjuration spirit the moment he touched him.

On the other side, Xia Youjie, who had successfully landed on the opposite side, calmed down, looked at the super-level curse spirit in front of him who had a humanoid form and seemed to have not weak wisdom, and locked on to the opponent while being vigilant.

The super conjurer, the conjurer, suddenly smiled: "As long as I subdue you, I can get the news I want, right?"

As soon as the words fell, more curse spirits were released by him, and Zhimeng was wrapped up in the blink of an eye.

The super-level curse spirit with its wings back looked at the black-haired ball-headed young man behind many curse spirits, and the murderous intent in his heart became even stronger.

The opponent can control so many curse spirits and wants to subdue him. The technique can be regarded as the natural enemy of their curse spirits.

If he saw it today, he must not let him leave alive!

He blocked the attacking spell spirits casually, activated [Wuwei Transformation], and the attacking spell spirits were turned into cubes of varying sizes by him one by one, and they could no longer move and attack after falling on the ground.

Looking at this scene, Xia Youjie was already on high alert.

He can change the form of the curse spirit at will by touching it, and he can also change his own form at will, but he just touched it but was not changed...

"So, is the condition for the operation to be activated by the palm of your hand?"

The black-haired ball-headed youth smiled slightly, and easily guessed the activation conditions of the real person's technique.

Zhimeng, who was already close, raised his head and smiled back at him when he heard the words.

"Congratulations, you got it--"

The next moment, his right hand turned into a long, thorny whip again and pulled towards Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie dodged first, then summoned the ugly treasure of the curse spirit, took out a magic tool from its mouth, and slashed at the slender thorn whip.

But at the moment of chopping, the thorn whip became soft and soft, and part of the thorns were restrained and wrapped around the magic tool directly, and the tail of the whip even scratched the back of his hand.

Xia Youjie, who had enhanced spell power to protect himself, was not injured, but a strange feeling of unhappiness crossed his heart.

He looked at it immediately, and saw that the human-shaped curse spirit still surrounded by the curse spirit showed a triumphant smile. Even if it was hit by other curse spirits, it was forced to withdraw its thorn whip and fly backwards, the smile on the corner of its mouth did not disappear.

The bad feeling in his heart didn't disappear, on the contrary, Xia Youjie didn't hold back any more, and let the super magic spirits under him go up together.

But the next scene made Xia Youjie's pupils shrink sharply: "That's—"

I saw that one of the curse spirits rushing towards the blue-haired curse spirit was rubbed into a black ball by the other party, and easily escaped the attacks of other curse spirits.

The blue-haired curse spirit that transformed into wings again flew in the air, and smiled triumphantly at the shocked conjurer below.

"Haha, your technique is very good, but now it's mine!"

After the words fell, Zhimeng, who had successfully copied the opponent's spell and knew how to use it, looked up and was about to swallow the magic ball.

"Wait—" Xia Youjie stretched out his hand subconsciously.

Dream weaving: "vomit—"

In the air, the figure of the blue-haired curse spirit froze, and after the wings stopped flapping, the whole person fell from the air with a plop.

Then he spit out the magic spirit ball in one gulp, and began to pinch his neck and retch continuously.

"Ouch, vomit—"

Xia Youjie controlled the other curse spirits to stop attacking, and approached quickly, and then saw the blue-haired curse spirit retching, and even so nauseated that fog appeared all over his body.

In the next instant, the blue-haired curse spirit with wings turned into a waist-length pink cedar boy in the mist.

Sensing the familiar aura of the other party, Xia Youjie said, "...Weaving Dreams!"

Fenshan Curse Spirit, who was lying on the ground and retching, froze, and then disappeared in place in an instant.

"Weaving dreams!!!"

In the domain of Tuo Gen's blue sky and blue sea, the curse spirits who were doing their own things leisurely were a little surprised when they saw the sudden appearance of Zhimeng.

Weaving Meng covered his mouth: "vomit vomit——"

Leo Hu held his pipe and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

Then, his complexion changed suddenly, and he bent down: "Ugh—"

Hua Yu approached worriedly, but didn't say anything, and said, "Ugh——"

A hammock was tied to two coconut trees at the side, and the real person who was lying on it reading a book, was about to say something when his face suddenly changed: "Ugh——"

Tuo Gen, who was soaking in the sea well: "Ugh—"

In the continuous vomit, all the super-level spell spirits were wiped out.

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Despicable conjurer... vomit!