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

Yu Sui Tianyuan, Yin Zhu, one of the nine pillars of the Ghost Killing Team, is a winner in life with three wives.

Tonight, I encountered the biggest social death in my life... no wonder!

As the god of gorgeous festivals, he can do whatever he says, can't he hold back a few bastards?

"... Cough." Putting the two knives back into the scabbard behind him, and straightening his black cloak, Yu Sui Tianyuan tried to make himself more majestic.

"In short, you have to respect your seniors, understand?"

Zhimeng blinked and nodded.Those predecessors who secretly protect others are indeed worthy of respect.

Seeing this, Yu Sui Tianyuan looked away in satisfaction.

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth, suspecting that the other party didn't listen to what he just said.

Regarding his silence, Yu Sui Tianyuan took him as acquiescing, and then looked at the last one, a white-haired boy who didn't know how to respect his seniors when he spoke, and wore sunglasses at night, which made him feel very strange.

Gojo Satoru, who was wearing sunglasses at night, nodded with a smile: "Okay uncle, no problem uncle!"

Yu Sui Tianyuan suddenly made a cross representing anger.

This bastard boy!

The bastard was still babbling: "For the sake of uncle being a senior, we don't care about you robbing our prey. Goodbye uncle!"

Saying that, Wujo Wu pulled Zhimeng and turned around and left.

"Wait, where's your crow?"

Zhimeng who turned back and pulled Xia Youjie back was startled: "A crow? What is that?"

"...It's really not from the Ghost Killing Team!" After muttering, Yu Sui Tianyuan's eyes became sharper.

"Then how do you know there are ghosts here?"

As he spoke, he thought of more, stepped forward a few steps and looked at the three of them with a serious expression: "Knowing the existence of ghosts and the ghost killing team, you dare to run out to kill ghosts alone in the middle of the night, how courageous you are! Are you not afraid of being eaten by ghosts if you miss it?"

Weaving Meng tilted his head: "It's a companion, not alone..."

Gojo Satoru answered, "We won't miss, uncle!"

Xia Youjie clenched his lips: "Thank you uncle for your concern, but Wu is right."

However, Yu Sui Tianyuan didn't respond to the uncle they were talking about at this moment, and strode up to the front of the three before turning around and laughing.

"Only little ghosts can hold hands, so where do you guys live, the gorgeous uncle will give you a ride by the way."

It is undeniable that the young man with a turban wrapped in front of him and a black cloak said something gorgeous when he turned around.

——That is a sincere concern regardless of identity, which is a bit touching.

"Uncle, you finally admit the title of Uncle?" But being moved is moved, Wu Tiaowu still won't forgive others.

"It's a good relationship if we hold hands, a single dog like uncle will not understand our feelings!"

What I said sounds fine, but when I think about it carefully, I always feel that something is not right.

"Wu...don't talk nonsense!" Xia Youjie, who was overthinking, turned his ears red in the night.

Being in a good relationship and being single... Wuyou are so enlightened!

Zhimeng noticed that his hand was suddenly clenched, and looked at him in confusion: "Did Wu say anything wrong, Jie?"

The black-haired ball-headed boy who had thought too much before was asked by him, his body stiffened as if he had been scalded by something, and his face flushed red: "...It's not wrong."

To Zhimeng, what else can he say? !He can't say anything! ! !

Facing Gojo Satoru's provocation, Yu Sui Tianyuan chose not to bother with the kid who seems to have bad eyes: "Even if I'm an uncle, I'm still the most gorgeous uncle."

And - the young man sneered: "What a single dog, uncle, I have three wives!"

Speaking of this, Yu Sui Tianyuan was proud and proud.

Except for him, all the members of the Ghost Killing Squad are singles!

In some respects, he is the strongest pillar.

"Nani!" Gojo Satoru looked at him in disbelief, not wanting to accept that the person whom he had just ridiculed as a single dog was already married and had three wives.

Thinking of something, the eyes under the sunglasses instantly became sharp: "Even if there are three wives, if the uncle doesn't come home so late, he will definitely be disgusted by the wives!"

"Tsk, can't you say something nice, kid? I have a good relationship with my wives."

Yu Sui Tianyuan didn't want to continue chatting with the stinky brat anymore: "Okay, this is the end of the night walk, tell me where you live, the wives are still waiting for me to go home."

I was also surprised that the other party had three wives, Zhimeng, and said considerately: "Then uncle, go back and rest first, don't worry about us."

Unexpectedly, the other party asked suddenly: "Where do you want to go to kill ghosts? No, it should be said, you know where there are ghosts!"

"Forget it, no matter how you know, tell me where it is, uncle will add another class to help you get rid of it and then rest."

Zhimeng was surprised by the other party's sensitivity, Xia Youjie was silently calming down his emotions and ignored it, Wujo Wu just said it directly.

"Of course I know." After a pause, the white-haired boy had a smirk on his face.

"Uncle, are you sure you want to go? If you go, you will make your wives angry~"

With this kind of description, if Yu Sui Tianyuan still can't figure it out, he is not Zhu but a fool.

"Of course I'm going, and as I said, the wives love me very much, so they won't be angry."

"Okay, uncle, you can follow."

Zhimeng looked at Wujo Wu, the white-haired boy lowered his head and whispered in his ear, his warm breath made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't avoid it.

"He has two sun-wheel knives. Let's take him there. It won't be too much to borrow his knives then, right? After all, there are two ghosts there!"

Zhimeng suddenly realized, nodded with a smile, and replied in a low voice: "It's not too much."

It's better to say that Wu's sneaky little calculations are set on the white-haired cat, which makes him feel a little cute.

Thinking about it this way, Zhimeng wanted to pet the cat again.

Xia Youjie, who was ignored again: "...Are you thinking that I don't exist?"

"Of course not." Standing up straight, Gojo Satoru said solemnly.

"After all, Jie is so big, it's a little difficult to pretend that he doesn't exist."

"... Let's fight, Wu!"

"Okay hee hee!"

"Hey, kid, what are you doing! Now is not the time for infighting!"

……

After a while, Yu Sui Tianyuan tiredly followed the teenagers who were holding hands again after the infighting and went to kill the ghosts.

Alas, the brat is trouble!

It was already the middle of the night, the bustling oiran road had long since ended, and it was time for the oirans and their chosen guests.

Even the ordinary traveling girls had their guests, except for the front yard which was still warmly welcoming, the lights in You Kuo's backyard were basically turned off.

Wujo Satoru led the way, jumped directly onto the upper wall, and was as agile as a cat on the wall, sprinting lightly and tacitly.

Yu Sui Tianyuan followed behind, twitching the corners of his mouth as he watched the three people in front still holding hands and moving faster than cats, deeply doubting why they didn't join the Ghost Killing Squad with such strength.

Suddenly, the three people in front stopped, Yu Sui Tianyuan hurriedly braked, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Were you discovered?"

"No." Zhimeng turned his head, and under the reflection of the moonlight, Yusui Tianyuan found that his eyes had turned into pale blue pupils with white mist at some point.

The god of the festival was shocked!

"It finally succeeded." Gojo Satoru was not surprised, and was even a little happy.

"How about it, can you see it clearly?"

Yes, the reason why we hold hands is to improve the proficiency of the dream weaving technique.

Looking back, Zhimeng couldn't help but throw off the hands of the two and cover his eyes: "I can see it too clearly..."

These eyes, with 360-degree vision without blind spots, can also continuously analyze all the information visible to the naked eye around them, and continuously pour into the brain. The amount of information is so large that it can burn out the brain.

And, Zhimeng also experienced the strong presence of ghosts in the eyes of Gojo Wujo——

Not far away, the ghost was in that room.

"Uncomfortable? Then turn it off first." Xia Youjie asked with concern.

Gojo Satoru took off the sunglasses and handed them to him: "Can you lend me the sunglasses?"

Weaving Dream refused: "It's okay, just wait until I get used to it."

Originally, it was copied for the purpose of gaining proficiency. If you just gave up because you felt uncomfortable, it would be better not to copy.

It is not your own strength, if you cannot use it proficiently after borrowing it, then it is useless to borrow it.

Zhimeng looked up at the sky, trying to empty his mind and clean up the useless information in his mind.

"What are you talking about?" Yu Sui Tianyuan listened to them almost with question marks all over his head.

"Also, kid, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru and Zhimeng both looked in the same direction.

Xia Youjie guessed: "There are also there?"

"The one just appeared over there." Gojo Satoru muttered, "The new one looks quite powerful."

Zhi Zhi dreamed for a while and thought: "Then I will solve it, Jie and Wu, you go to solve the two ghosts."

"I'll go with you." Xia Youjie worried about him.

"No need." Zhimeng turned back, six blue eyes looked at him, and smiled brightly: "I feel that I am omnipotent now!"

Xia Youjie was suddenly dumbfounded.

Wutiao Wu, who is extremely confident in his strength, has nothing to worry about, he waved to Zhimeng directly and said: "Come back early, if you come late, there will be no ghosts to harvest for you~"

Zhimeng nodded and blinked at Xia Youjie: "Don't worry, Jie, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he jumped high in another direction, and his light figure became farther away visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, wait—" Yu Sui Tianyuan wanted to call him to stop, but Zhimeng still ran away, and the handle of the knife at his waist looked very clear under the moonlight.

"That knife!" Yu Sui Tianyuan suddenly looked at the remaining two people: "Why does that knife look so familiar?"

"It's not important, uncle~"

Gojo Satoru put on his sunglasses again, and greeted in a brisk tone: "Let's go there quickly, maybe we can save a few people!"

Xia Youjie added: "The sooner you solve it, the sooner you can help weaving dreams."

Hearing this, Yu Sui Tianyuan put on a serious expression, abandoned redundant thoughts and followed the pace of the two teenagers.

Hei Si Mou, Shang Xian Yi, formerly known as Ji Guo Yan Sheng.

Because of jealousy of his twin brother who is the son of god, in order to obtain eternal time and the opportunity to improve his martial arts, he accepted the invitation of the ghost king Oniwu Tsuji to become a ghost, and became the current Kamizuichi of the Twelve Ghost Months.

In the hundreds of years after becoming a ghost, besides constantly becoming stronger, he eats people, kills people, and catches people and eats them for the boss.Cannibalism, killing people, and catching and eating people for the boss are repeated.

In order to become stronger and survive, cannibalism became inevitable. Hei Simou had long since abandoned everything he had as a human being, and he had no guilt or resistance to cannibalism, and even killed all his comrades in arms as human beings.

Tonight is the day when he goes hunting and brings snacks for the boss by the way.

Shang Xianyi, who was picking out his prey, suddenly looked in one direction and couldn't help sniffing.

He smelled the aroma of thin blood.

There are very few people with thin blood. After eating it, it is not only delicious, but also strengthens the power of ghosts. It has always been extremely coveted by ghosts.

Good luck today.

Moreover, the smell of thin blood is constantly approaching——

On the street where there were almost no people, a figure jumped from the sky and landed deftly.

It was a boy with a high ponytail, a black uniform, and a long knife on his waist.

Hei Si Mou's mimetic eyes narrowed slightly, and he stamped the ghost killing team's seal on the other party almost instantly.

Zhimeng raised her head, her blue eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, and she smiled brightly.

"Good evening, Mr. Ghost—"

His ending sound disappeared into the air, and the person was no longer in place.

Dressed in a purple snake-pattern kimono, a black horse riding a hakama, and a pair of swordsmen with a long sword on his waist, Mou Mou drew his sword without changing his expression, blocking the sudden blow.

Seeing that he was easily blocked, Zhimeng was not surprised, after all Wudu said before that this ghost is a bit powerful.

What surprised him was that the knife was blocking him. The handle and even the body of the knife were covered with frightening eyes, which had unspeakable spiritual pollution at first glance.

It was Heishimu, who looked at Zhimeng and spoke plainly.

"too weak."

As soon as the words fell, Zhimeng was shocked by the opponent's knife and retreated. In the next moment, there was a Juhe Slash that was so fast that he couldn't see the blade clearly, leaving many round moon blades in its trajectory.

"Breath of the Moon, Dark Moon, Night Palace!"

This is a move that can easily decapitate a person.

But Zhimeng didn't take it seriously, instead of hiding after stabilizing his backing body, he took advantage of the gap where the opponent had just released the attack and rushed straight up.

"Cang!"

Zhanlan's spell power exploded in an instant, and the beautiful Juhe was scattered, and even the arrogant Shangxian Gui, who believed that the opponent would not die or be injured after this move, was affected by the explosion, and his skin was instantly bruised.

The smoke from the explosion was useless to Dream Weaving, who had six eyes at this time. He had already covered himself with no lower limit, strengthened his whole body with spell power, and rushed into it, aiming at the evil spirit's neck.

Even if he was injured, Hei Si Mou's fighting consciousness was impeccable. He subconsciously tilted his body, let the knife cut his shoulder, and then turned around without hesitation. Regardless of the aggravation of the injury, he launched a new move.

"Breath of the Moon · Two-shaped Beads Enchanting the Moon!"

The two wind blades came straight towards the front door, the distance was too close to dodge, and weaving dream never thought of dodging.

Relying on the unlimited lower limit, he habitually poured mana power into the knife, swung a blue wind blade that was not inferior to the opponent, offset the opponent's attack, and then went straight to the evil ghost's face——

The six eyes on Hei Si Mou's face, whose mimesis was released due to injury, looked extraordinarily inhuman, Zhi Meng even saw the number in the pair of eyes in the middle of him—Shang Xian Yi!

I don't understand... But it doesn't matter, Zhimeng already feels a dull pain in his head, and he wants to make a quick decision now!

Therefore, Zhimeng stopped probing, and burst out the spell power of the whole body. The huge spell pressure hit, cold and full of ominousness, which shocked the opponent on the opposite side.

"You, you are not human!"

How could human beings have such evil powers that they could be called ghosts!

The opponent possessed such a strange power, and Hei Si Mou didn't dare to underestimate him anymore. He released his power, and the knife in his hand evolved into a frightening ghost blade.

"Breath of the Moon Eight-shaped Moon Dragon Tail!"

His sword has evolved, and its attack has become stronger and wider, but weaving dream has no lower limit is not afraid of his attack, the sun wheel knife covered with his strong mana pours out a large blade when it is swung, powerfully fighting with it He fights big.

The collision of blood ghost art and spell power is like the special effects of a fantasy blockbuster, which are squandered like money, beautiful and full of murderous intent.

Zhimeng's Pangbo mantra, which would even praise Wutiao Wu, can support his profligacy, but his brain can hardly support the use of Liuyan.

The no-lower-limit technique also created a gap due to the pain in the brain, and his bare arm was scratched by the aftermath of the battle. Even if he was strengthened with spell power, he was scratched and bled in an instant.

He was about to give up--

But the evil ghost in front of him attacked fast and powerfully. If he hadn't relied on the absolute vision of the six eyes and the unlimited spells, he might not even be able to get close to the opponent.

Closing the six eyes now is a dead end; but even if he doesn't close it, he won't last long——

From the battle to the present, Hei Si Mou finally smelled the opponent's bloody smell, keenly sensed the opponent's momentary pause, seized the opportunity without hesitation, and swung his knife to release countless huge crescent-shaped blade winds.

"Breath of the Moon · The Fourteenth Shape Change · The Sky is Full of Slender Moons!"

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Seeing countless huge crescent-shaped blade winds, accompanied by the evil and gorgeous full-moon blades attacking him, Zhimeng's mind was blank.

The pain of the blade wind piercing the body came, and the bloody smell was hard to ignore at the tip of the nose, but being driven to a desperate situation, Zhimeng couldn't notice this anymore——

He saw a white mist.

The white mist is lingering, the fragrance is tangy, and the pink petals are looming in the mist.

As if returning to her mother's womb, the comfortable and relaxing feeling is enough to make Zhimeng abandon everything and become addicted to it.

However, someone's call seemed to be heard in my ear——

"Weaving dreams!"

"Weaving dreams!"

"Dream weaving—"

……

Zhimeng's slack eyes refocused.

Facing the crescent-shaped wind blade that is close at hand, the white mist that spread on the ground soared instantly——

"The field expands—"

The sound of flowers blooming came from my ears, and the familiar yet unfamiliar aroma spread.

"—[The Realm of Nothingness]"

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I... saw the way home!