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

Jia Ruozi rushed to her with full of excitement and ecstasy, but found that it was still the cold crystal coffin that greeted her, not the long-haired boy who always greeted her with a smile.

Looking at the two friends and contemporaries in front of him, adult women with loose long hair, white coats at work, and severe bags under their eyes just stared at them coldly.

"Even if it's Jie and Wu, I'd be angry if I made such a joke."

No one likes the feeling of being in heaven only to fall back to hell the next second.

Shocked by the pain in her eyes, Xia Youjie said in a difficult tone: "No, Nitro, we're not joking."

The dark-haired youth tried to explain: "Maybe you don't believe it, but we are not who we are now."

Jia Ruozi was slightly stunned by his anger.

"It means that we come from the past, the past that Zhimeng has not yet laid here." Gojo Satoru said bluntly, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar classmates and friends with six eyes like the sky.

"Tell me, Nitro, who made Zhimeng lie here?"

When he returned, he would destroy that person humanely first!

The woman with long hair and shawl was silent for a moment, scanning the familiar but somewhat unfamiliar expression of her friend in front of her.

After Zhimeng lay here, they have never been so angry again.

Of course, so did she.

Everyone knows that the world will not stop because of someone's death, but when the death falls on the friends and relatives around them, can they really pretend that it never happened?

Of course not.

In particular, Zhimeng was still so young when he died, and the cause of death was still so suspicious.

How could they let it go so easily!

But compared to these, Jia Ruozi took a look at the littered wine bottles, and wondered if the two of her two contemporaries were drinking and drinking their brains, and because of the obsessions in their hearts, they had hallucinations.

Even if it's her, drinking is not as bad as these two!

Seeing that the long-haired woman with the shawl had been slow to speak, Xia Youjie couldn't help urging: "Grat, tell me, who the hell is it!"

Even he can't bear the fact that the person who will lead to Zhimeng's death is alive in the future!

Everyone has relatives and estrangements, and people's hearts are biased. No matter how gentle and kind he is as Zhimeng said, he can't just let go of the person who will cause Zhimeng's death!

And—"We don't know how we got here, and we don't know how long we can stay, but as long as we go back, we still have a chance to change the future."

Xia Youjie looked at her steadily: "Glass, tell us all the important things that will happen in the future!"

After returning to her senses, it is undeniable that she was moved by Xia Youjie's words.

As a result, the woman with long hair and shawl didn't bother to think about whether the two had lost their minds from drinking, or whether they really came from the past as they said, closed their eyes and opened the never-healed wound again.

"I don't know how Zhimeng died."

The two who didn't expect to get this answer were stunned, and Gojo Satoru shouted in disbelief.

"Could it be that I will become such a waste in the future!"

It's fine if we didn't protect Zhimeng, and we didn't even find out the cause of Zhimeng's death? !

Xia Youjie was even more skeptical: "Glass, are you kidding us?"

"I hope I'm joking, too, if I can."

Wearing a white coat, the woman with severe bags under the eyes pulled her lips mockingly.

"When I received the call about Zhimeng's death, I also felt that the assistant supervisor was joking with me."

Thinking of something, for the first time, the woman who had seemed exceptionally calm since meeting her showed emotions so intense that she couldn't help but tremble.

"That mission—that mission was nothing more than a super-level spell spirit, and it would not be a problem for one person to hit two with the dream-weaving domain technique. How could he die!"

Jia Ruozi raised his head high, trying to let the uncontrollable tears flow back.

But the bright light above stimulated her tears even more, and she could only lower her head and close her eyes in embarrassment.

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu just looked at it like this. The once calm and steady period, now on the verge of collapse, felt heavy unconsciously.

"Only Zhimeng and the mantra of that curse spirit were filthy, Zhimeng didn't even have any wounds on his body, and Wu Wu didn't see any traces of him being hit by a special spell, but he just lost his breath..."

He once said that the owner of the inversion technique, which can bring people back as long as there is still a breath, can only tremble and say that he is helpless when facing his friend and contemporaneity who has lost his breath.

"I, I... the inversion technique can only be used on living people, Weaving Dreams, Weaving Dreams... I couldn't save him!"

His eyes touched the transparent crystal coffin, and the young man who was sleeping peacefully in the coffin finally couldn't help covering his face and weeping silently.

"I clearly said that I would not let him die..."

She is also Zhimeng's friend, even if she doesn't spend as much time with him as Jie and Wujiu, but she thinks that she has no less affection for Zhimeng than those two, she really likes the one who will never forget her no matter what, Every time I go out, I will bring her gifts, occasionally talk about what I have seen and heard about each other, and weaving dreams of playing together.

She really regards that young man as a family member and loves him like a younger brother!

It is precisely because of this that facing Zhimeng's death, her pain will never be less than that of Jie and Wu.

And Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, after barely digesting a wave of information, tried their best to think that they were still alive and kicking Zhimeng, suppressed the suffocation that was surging in their hearts, and continued firmly.

"What mission was that? When? Tell us."

If they choose to go with Zhimeng when that mission arrives, they will definitely be able to relieve Zhimeng's death calamity!

"...October 07, 10, in Yokohama."

Suppressing the feeling of collapse, he readjusted his home, and released the hand covering his face, staring deeply at the two people in front of him.

"But I always feel that Zhimeng's death has nothing to do with this mission."

"What do you mean?" Gojo Satoru frowned.

"During the tenth year Zhimeng was lying here, Wu Hejie saw Zhimeng in the form of a curse spirit in Yokohama."

The woman in a white coat stared at the crystal coffin in front of her, and said calmly: "When you got the news of Zhimeng... and hurried back, Wu grabbed the beads on Zhimeng's wrist and said that Zhimeng would live—"

Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu were shocked, thinking of the magic bead tied to Zhimeng's wrist.

"A miracle happened. Zhimeng recovered a series of life characteristics such as breathing, which can be called resurrection from the dead... But he just kept alive, as if in a vegetative state, and never woke up again."

The following words blocked the two people's doubts about why Zhimeng was still lying here since he was alive.

If you haven't woken up, like a vegetable, it's not much different from being dead.

No wonder, no wonder Zhimeng was put into this special-grade spell that cannot be opened from the outside. Isn't this just hoping that Zhimeng will wake up one day, and then lift the coffin from the inside?

Jia Ruozi continued: "Even if he is not awake, Zhimeng is still alive in this state, but Ke Wu and Jie saw Zhimeng in the form of a curse spirit in Yokohama - they confirmed that it is Zhimeng without a doubt!"

The woman with long hair and shawl suddenly raised her head and said excitedly, "The body is still alive, so what is it that becomes the curse spirit?"

Following this line of thought, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie unconsciously opened their eyes wide, and naturally got the answer——

It is the soul!

At night, in a ramen restaurant, there were only a few scattered customers left.

Taking a sip of the smooth and chewy soba noodles, Zhimeng couldn't help saying to the black-haired ball-headed boy in front of him.

"The taste is very good, it is indeed the shop recommended by Jie!"

The black-haired ball-headed boy stirred the noodles in the bowl before opening his mouth, just watched Zhimeng eat the noodles with a smile on his face.

Hearing Zhimeng's praise, he responded gently: "As long as Zhimeng likes it."

As he spoke, he also lowered his head and took a bite of the noodles.

The delicious taste made his eyes redden.

How long has it been... For more than ten years, there is no day when weaving dreams, every time he devours the magic spirit on a mission, the stench, sticky, and disgusting nausea has always been with him.

Gradually, it seemed that he could no longer taste the deliciousness of the food. Instead, no matter what he swallowed, he felt a lingering stench and nausea.

He can only rely on recalling the sweetness of Zhimeng when Zhimeng was there, and the candy specially made by Zhimeng for him, to get by.

Zhimeng was keenly aware that the uncomfortable feeling had once again shrouded the black-haired ball-headed boy on the opposite side.

Taking a closer look, Zhimeng suddenly asked the black-haired boy who raised his head and smiled back at him.

"Jie, why are your eyes red?"

"Ah, this." Xia Youjie looked at him without blinking, and replied with a smile on his face.

"It's hot, and the noodles are a little hot."

"That's it." Weaving Meng seemed to believe it, and reached out to take out a tissue. With his slender arms tilted slightly, he easily wiped the eyes of the black-haired ball-headed boy.

"Just blow it up and eat it when it's hot. I noticed that the amusement park is open 24 hours a day. We still have a lot of time, so there's no rush."

Xia Youjie closed his eyes slightly, and cooperated with his wiping, smiling for a long time.

"Well, I'm in no hurry."

How could such a beautiful dream wake up in such a hurry?

He wished he would never wake up!

Gojo Satoru, who had been quiet for a long time, was naturally not willing to remain so quiet forever.

Immediately said: "And me, I want to weave a dream and wipe my sweat."

Pushing up the sunglasses, the white-haired boy pointed to his smooth forehead and said frankly, "Look, I'm sweating from the heat, I want to wipe it too!"

After that, he just looked at him helplessly, like a cat waiting for its owner to pet its head.

Zhimeng took a look, but didn't see any sweat, but saw a person who opened his eyes and told nonsense.

But—"Okay, of course I won't miss enlightenment!"

So, Zhimeng happily wiped his sweat for him, treating him like a cat.

Really, ever since he licked that well-behaved and lovely three-colored cat that day, he seemed to have been poisoned by cats and cats. Every time he saw Wu acting coquettishly, he couldn't help but imagine him as a cat.

However, Satoru who can make himself as cute as a cat is really amazing in some respects!

He really likes it!

Gojo Satoru, who obediently wiped Ren Lu, couldn't help but give the other side a proud and provocative look.

On the opposite side, Xia Youjie broke a pair of chopsticks with a smile on his face.

In Zhimeng's eyes, he held the broken chopsticks and said apologetically, "Sorry, I don't seem to be able to control the force."

"It's okay, Jie." Zhimeng naturally wouldn't blame him for a pair of chopsticks, and comforted him by handing him another pair of chopsticks.

"Just give the boss some money later."

"Ah, I see."

Xia Youjie smiled, and returned a brighter smile on the other side.

Gojo Satoru: Tsk.

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The sorrows and joys of people are not interlinked, neither is the past and the future.