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

Yoshihara is a man's paradise and a woman's hell.

The lights are brightly lit all night long.

Especially tonight when the famous Oiran Road is being held, on the way from Youkuo to Yangwu, a number of gorgeously dressed, beautiful, and graceful oirans walked out slowly from behind the floats that opened the way.

They stepped on high wooden clogs, supported Mr. Gui, took a step, stopped for a while, then took half a step back, and repeated...

"They walk so slowly."

Landing from the sky, the three just caught up with this lively oiran parade. In order to watch it conveniently without being crowded with other people, they simply jumped onto the roof and got an excellent viewing spot.

Weaving Dream sighed: "When will I be able to reach the destination like this? It's so inefficient."

If this is put in the school, I will go to the classroom after class, I am afraid I will have to be late.

For Zhimeng's incomprehensible speech, Xia Youjie didn't refute it, but followed his words: "Ah, that's what the oiran is like, this is the rule."

"That's it." With this explanation, Zhimeng understood.

After all, it is a rule. A rule is something that must be obeyed no matter how strange it is.

"Wu, what are you looking at?" Zhimeng found that Wujo Wu had been looking in one direction without making a sound, so he followed his line of sight curiously——

It was a young oiran who was extremely gorgeously dressed and had an extremely beautiful face.

"What a beautiful girl." Zhimeng couldn't help but praise.

Xia Youjie also took a few more glances at the oiran.

It's not that he fell in love with that oiran, but that there is something wrong with that oiran.

After all, Wu stared at the oiran so much, and he didn't believe the explanation that the other party was fascinated by the oiran, which meant that there was something wrong with the oiran.

The black-haired ball-headed boy asked cautiously: "Is this oiran a ghost?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, with some surprise in his tone: "That woman is not only a ghost, but there is also a ghost hidden in her body, so it should be regarded as two ghosts."

"It's really a ghost?" Zhimeng was surprised, and looked at the beautiful oiran a few more times: "I can't tell at all."

Thinking about the ghost they fought when they first arrived, it also looked like a human being. If it really didn't eat people on the spot, it would be difficult to distinguish it from the crowd.

Regarding this, the white-haired boy held his hand directly: "You can see it with my six eyes, the ghost is very obvious."

So Zhimeng copied his technique, but the embarrassing thing is——

"This time, I still haven't copied Wu's six eyes..."

Yes, his technique says to copy, but if the copied object has multiple abilities, then which ability will be copied each time is random, and there is only a very small chance to copy all of them.

Xia Youjie cast his gaze, looked at Zhimeng's still black eyes, and said strangely: "Speaking of which, Zhimeng, you seem to have only copied Wu's six eyes once."

That was the time when the dormitory was bombed.

At other times, most of them copied the no-lower-limit spells and directly used the unstable blue bomb (curse) fish (spirit) and the like.

"It's not enough proficiency." Gojo Satoru solemnly clenched Weaving Meng's hand, and said with a look of caring for him.

"This won't work, Zhimeng, you have to improve your proficiency, so from now on, you hold my hand and don't let go, keep practicing the spell until you successfully copy my six eyes."

What he said was well-founded, and he actively cooperated. Zhimeng was immediately moved by his selfless help, shook hands with him, and responded seriously: "I see, thank you, Wu, I will definitely work hard."

The white-haired boy accepted the thanks unceremoniously: "You're welcome, this is what I should do haha."

Xia Youjie, who was the only one who saw the other party's true face clearly: ...

Zhimeng you, you are really the kind of person who will help the other party count the money after being sold!

So, Xia Youjie stepped in between the two with a dull face, and stretched out his hand to isolate them: "I'll talk about this kind of thing when I have time, let's deal with that ghost down there first!"

Weaving Meng came back to his senses, looked down at the bustling Huakui Road, and frowned slightly: "It's inconvenient now, there are so many ordinary people here."

In case they startled the snake, they would have no advantage.

"It's okay, I've already remembered that her spell power is filthy, and it doesn't matter after the parade is over."

Gojo Wujo looked away, and the six eyes exposed under the sunglasses were as bright as a starry sky: "We can deal with other ghosts first to practice."

Yoshihara is so big, so naturally there are more than the oiran and two ghosts. There will always be one or two shady existences hidden in the corners, dragging people who return late into remote alleys to eat.

That is, the ghost in other people's mouth.

Ordinary people in this world do not have mantras, nor do they have mantras born of negative emotions.

It is also because of this that those ghosts with curse-like power in their bodies are as eye-catching and conspicuous as lights in the night in the eyes of Wujo Wu, who has six eyes.

Gojo Satoru could even rely on the six eyes to locate the specific location of the ghosts he saw at the place where he came for the first time, and lead Zhimeng and Xia Youjie to solve them familiarly.

For example, the middle-aged man in the front who pulls a rickshaw, wears coarse linen clothes, and bows like a coachman.

"Wait—" Zhimeng suddenly reached out and grabbed the two people beside him.

"Let's put down the tent first and see if it can prevent the ghost from escaping."

If you can, then when you deal with other ghosts, you won't be afraid that they will run away.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie understood immediately, and the white-haired boy even made a rare move to personally settle the account.

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

Xia Youjie was amazed at the speed at which the black film, which was as black as silt, fell from the sky.

"Wu, if you usually have this speed, we won't be reprimanded by Teacher Ye Moth because we often forget to pay the bill."

"Oh, Teacher Noctua doesn't know anyway." Gojo Satoru said with a smile, and then jumped down first.

"My blood belongs to me!"

Xia Youjie followed suit and jumped down: "The outcome is still undecided!"

Faster than Wutiao Wufei's kick was Xia Youjie's spell summoning.

The coachman ghost didn't see anything, and before he could react, he was knocked into the black membrane of the tent, screaming and vomiting blood, and then slipped down.

Zhimeng's eyes lit up: "The tent is useful!"

Wujo Wu, who had been kicked empty, looked at the smiling Xia Youjie, and clicked his tongue unhappily: "Then try something else, Zhimeng lend me your knife."

Zhimeng understood, took one of the knives from his waist and threw it to the opponent.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to catch it, then turned around and performed a brutal and inhumane attack on the ghost coachman.

"Ahhhh-"

The pitiful scream of the coachman ghost resounded through the sky, and Zhimeng couldn't help covering his ears.

Looking at the scene in front of him that looked like a murder scene, Xia Youjie twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's almost there, Wu."

Don't act like a perverted murderer!

Hearing this, the white-haired boy stopped what he was doing. Seeing the pile of rotten flesh in front of him still wriggling and trying to recover, he couldn't help puffing out his cheeks.

"The spell doesn't work at all."

Although it slowed down the speed of the ghost's recovery, it was useless if it couldn't be killed.

The evil spirit looked at Gojo Satoru even more desperately.

You said that if you kill him, you can kill him, can't you change the weapon that can kill him?Although he won't die, he will still be in pain QAQ!

Who is the evil spirit who tortured him like this! ! !

The ghost who was in so much pain that he couldn't even die was very desperate!

Zhimeng jumped down from a high place, turned into a pile of meat, and in the hopeless and expectant eyes of the struggling ghost, pulled out the sun wheel knife and chopped off his head.

"Woooooooo..."

The evil spirit let out a cry of relief, and then its head and body were turned into ashes.

Zhimeng looked at the ghost that had turned into ashes, and then at his bloodless solar knife, and couldn't help sighing: "It's really easy to use."

Especially when compared with the incantation tools used by Enlightenment, it is clear that it is superior to others, and it is really professional to deal with the Ghost Rilun Saber.

Gojo Satoru leaned over to take a closer look, and muttered, "Is it really because of the material?"

"You can't even see it." Xia Youjie said without changing his face when he interposed between the two of them again.

"Let's move on, next one."

Zhimeng retracted the knife, and echoed happily: "Yeah, Wu, let's go to the next one!"

"Okay." The white-haired boy was a little dissatisfied with being forcibly separated, but he continued to lead the way obediently, chasing and killing the next ghost.

After finding the next ghost, Zhimeng was in charge of setting up the tent. Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie started beating the ghost up to their own abilities, until the ghost was howling and howling.

But this was just the beginning. The two teenagers with one black and one white hair, seemed to have found some fun from the previous battle, and started a silent competition——

Let's see who beats the ghost first, and then let Zhimeng make up the last knife.

This feeling of nurturing (crossing out) the experience of feeding dream weaving is a bit addictive.

As a result, the ghosts wandering around Yoshihara tonight were tortured and killed like never before.

Either they were hacked into several sections by random knives, or their bones were smashed into pieces. After experiencing unimaginable torture, they were finally freed with tears under the sun wheel knives.

At the same time, the ghosts collectively suffered from ptsd against the black and white haired teenagers.If there is a next life, they will definitely go around people with these two hair colors.

The eternal shadow of ghosts, they QAQ!

Riding on the back of the curse spirit, looking down from the top, they landed collectively after finding the target, and tacitly carried out a series of operations such as placing the tent, beating and beheading.

Even if the screams of the evil spirits resounded through the sky, they couldn't break through the sound insulation of the tent, so they could only accept the fate of being tortured and killed.

This night, the identities of humans and ghosts seemed to be reversed.

Then the trio, who were killing ghosts recklessly, met their colleagues——

"Hey, where are you from?"

Halfway through the landing, the target was decapitated by a young man who suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

Then, the young man who wrapped his head in a turban with diamond beads that sparkled even at night turned around and questioned the three of them who had fallen to the ground with two knives in hand.

Zhimeng swallowed the spell to lower the tent, stretched out his index finger and pointed to the sky: "It came from above."

"Hey uncle, you stole our prey!"

Gojo Satoru looked at the ghost that had turned into ashes, feeling a little dissatisfied that he was one step too late.

Tsk, I knew I would hit the sky first... Forget it, the movement is too loud.

"Uncle?!" The person opposite showed an expression of disbelief.

"You actually call me uncle! I'm Zhu, but you are the chief, you bastards!"

Because of the darkness, the young man who mistook them for the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Squad excitedly reprimanded them.

"I'm so rude to you! You actually call such a gorgeous me an uncle!"

There was a subtle silence on the other side.

Weaving Dream: "Actually..."

Gojo Satoru: "Pfft, what an idiot uncle."

Xia Youjie: "...We are not members of the Ghost Killing Squad, uncle."

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……Awkward