Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

"Eh? Are there two more guests..."

The lady proprietress at the front desk looked at Zenyuan and Ayin hesitantly, entangled her fingers, feeling very embarrassed.

Her voice was full of apology: "I'm really sorry, due to the increase in tourists recently, there is only one vacant room left in this hotel..."

Chanyuan: "..."

He silently stared at a certain white hair on the stairs, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs, quite leisurely.

Don't even think about it, he must have done it on purpose.

"Is there only the last one left? Oh, how could this happen!" The surprised tone was very exaggerated, Wujo's folding fan was half opened, covering the lower half of his face, and he walked down the stairs in a "worried" manner.

Then, the white-haired young man sneaked between the monastery and A Yin like a fish, and insisted on separating the two. The two brothers put their arms around A Yin's shoulders, and made a suggestion with good intentions.

"Then how about this, I share a room with Ayin, and the remaining room will be reserved for Your Excellency of the Chanyuan."

The Chanyuan frowned: "You really can say such a thing."

Whether it's a human or a ghost, it's not appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to live in the same room, right?

The dumb hair on the top of Ayin's head stood up like an antenna, and she suddenly became alert.

"No need!" Ayin categorically rejected the two of them, "Your Excellency Wutiao and Your Excellency Zenyuan should be in one room."

"What about Ah Yin?"

The white-haired girl returned a firm look: "I can hang a rope outside the window and lie on it to sleep, it doesn't matter."

Zenyuan and Wujo: "..." What did you say?

Ayin's desire to survive was frantically sounding the alarm, and her intuition told her not to get involved at this time, absolutely not to get involved.

The sky is the quilt, and the earth is the mat. In ancient times, there was a little dragon girl, and now there is a ghost girl. She can sleep with a rope until dawn.

With a slap of the five paper fans, he tilted his head and ruthlessly pierced A Yin's fantasy: "But A Yin can't see the sun? Is it okay to be outside?"

A Yin: Day, I made a mistake.

The Chanyuan still showed a look of disapproval: "Wu Tiao, what do you want to do?"

"Ah." Seeing the ordinary people's proprietress walk away to get the keys for them, Wutiao sighed softly, very distressed, "I really don't want to know the image of me in the mind of Your Excellency Zenyuan. I look like that kind of person. A scum who would take advantage of others' danger?"

"Don't worry, I just want to confirm one thing." Wutiao's voice softened, his blue eyes were fixed, without emotion, "About the curse on Ayin's body."

A Yin raised his head suddenly, uncertain.

The monastery was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly glanced at A Yin, then nodded and let go: "...that's good."

After fetching the proprietress's vacant house key, Ayin and Wutiao parted ways with the Buddhist monastery at the top of the stairs.

Her heart was uneasy, so she kept silent all the way.

The "curse" of the five fingers, A Yin tried to think about it, but he could only come up with one answer.

All the ghosts are bound by the blood curse of the boss Oni Wu Tsuji, and all ghosts are bound by it. Thoughts, actions and even life are all in his hands.

The effect of the spell is so strong that even his name cannot be spoken, and the ghost's life and death are only in his one thought.

This is a fatal weakness for Ayin, and she has nothing to do about it, and she has never thought of asking others for help.

How can I help?Do you want to give her a whole body change?

After closing the door, Gojo looked back at A Yin who was sitting on the bedside with his head drooping. He squatted down halfway, and rarely put away his frivolous and playful tone. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as clear as a trickle. His voice, calm and peaceful, strangely soothed Ayin.

"Don't be afraid. Come, let me see."

A Yin was gently pinched by his chin, and his face was getting closer and closer. In the end, the distance between the two was no more than a knuckle. own face.

too close.

A Yin subconsciously wanted to lean back, but he held the back of his head and couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the pair of brilliant blue pupils filled his entire field of vision, and watched his own reflection fill his eyes...

It's different from the cranky A Yin.Wu Tiao didn't have any distracting thoughts at all, and he focused on observing A Yin's problems with his six eyes.

After a long time, when Ah Yin felt in a trance that he was going to suffocate, he opened the distance.

"Well, it's not easy..." Wujo stroked her lips, feeling troublesome for the first time.

A Yin's curse was imprinted in her blood, and it had already soaked through her limbs and bones.

Just like what she thought, unless she had a whole body change, or killed the root cause of Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi, there was no way to cure this "curse".

A Yin didn't expect Boss Xiao's curse to be solved so easily, she said: "It's okay if you leave it alone, the curse won't be triggered easily." No matter what she said, it was a string, Boss Xiao shouldn't be laid off. on her head.

It's fine if Ayin doesn't say anything, as soon as she said this, Wutiao's rebellious heart was immediately aroused.

The white-haired young man rolled up his sleeves and laughed wildly: "Don't say that. I don't believe it. There is no curse in this world that I can't handle."

"Come here, today I must seal this curse for you."

In fact, when it comes to sealing techniques, among the three schools of imperialism, the Chanyuan is the most important.

However, the trouble is that Zenyuanhui doesn't have six eyes. Even though he is proficient in sealing techniques, he can't see where the curse is, and he has no way of doing it.So I had to realize Wujo.

It doesn't matter, he is perfect, and the mere sealing technique is naturally not a problem.

It's not realistic to clear the spell in one go, but he can still make a protective shield for the little girl by importing the "no lower limit spell" and combining it with the Wujo family's sealing spell.

Five stretched out their index fingers and tapped on Ayin's forehead.

Immediately, with his fingertips as the core, complex and mysterious lines spread out, glowing with a cold blue luster, and quickly covered her entire forehead.

The infinite magic formula was activated, and the spell power covering his hand poured in like flowing water, melted into A Yin's body, and then turned into a membrane as thin as a cicada's wings, stably protecting her important heart arteries and bones , to separate it from the blood.

Ayin snorted.

Her only feeling was that her forehead was hot—so hot that she thought it was going to burn.

Dense needle-like stings burst out from her forehead, and then the scorching heat flowed into her blood, as if to melt her bones.

She gritted her teeth tightly, and when Wutiao completed the last spell, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

With five drooping eyes and one hand wrapped around the girl's shoulder, even through his clothes, he could feel the heat radiating from Ayin's whole body, which was frighteningly hot.

Sealing the curse in her body, in the final analysis, is to suppress the activity of ghost blood and weaken the ghost king's control over her.

However, what she relies on for survival is also ghost blood. This seal is equivalent to forcibly pulling ghost blood from her body, which is not painless.

The back of Wutiao's hand covered A Yin's forehead, which was as hot as a branding iron, completely opposite to her usual cold body temperature.

Wujo laid the girl flat on the bed, twisted the corner of the quilt for her, and then walked out of the door. When he raised his eyes, he met the sight of the black-haired young man leaning on the opposite wall.

Wujo wasn't surprised at all that the Buddhist monastery had been waiting here.

He chuckled and closed the door behind his back.

"It just so happened that A Yin fell asleep too. Let's have a chat, Your Excellency Zenyuan."

"About—Ayin's future stay or stay."

The eyes of Zenyuan moved slightly, his face was calm, and the words he said were beyond reproach.

"If you mean bringing Ayin into the magic world," he looked straight at Wujo, "I won't agree."

"Oh?" Wujo raised his eyelids and said lazily, "What if I want to?"

The two stood in the narrow corridor, one holding a fan, the other with arms folded, confronting each other invisible, neither of them willing to back down.

Tensions.