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Jushan Haruki was amazed at Gojo Satoru's operation.

Blowing up a few curse spirit cages near the door, the two murderous people finally regained their pretentious and peaceful appearance.

After solving the problem of not paying the bill, Gojo Satoru had the leisure to see what the curse spirits locked in the iron cage were.

There are a few small white tags hanging on the corners of the stacked cages outside, with some tiny black characters printed on them, Gojo Satoru walked over and squatted down, picked up the tags and saw what was written on them.

His face became very strange in an instant.

There wasn't room for a few lines of words on this small card, but the amount of information in these few lines instantly made his face look strange.

Xia Youjie, who was standing aside, was a little curious by his expression, so he squatted down to pick up a card and looked at it.

His eyes also became subtle after touching the card.

"Level [-]?" He picked up the card with a half-smile, and looked at the weak Chicken Curse Spirit inside the cage where the card was tied, which might be as strong as Level [-].

"Second level curse spirit?" The two JKs came together strangely when they heard what Xia Youjie said.

On the small card tied to the cage, the words "Level [-]" are written in black and white, and there is a number below it.

On the back are more than a dozen squares corresponding to the numbers on the front, five of which are ticked.

Mimiko counted the number of spell spirits in the cage, and it was five less than the number on the front.

The pink magic spirit cage on the big man's head happened to be next to Jushan Haruki, and he walked over to imitate Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie and pulled out the hanging tag to have a look.

"Level three." He replied to Wujo Wujo's questioning eyes.

I'm afraid these little pink things can't even touch the edge of the third level, which is at best a level in the middle of the fourth level.

The people who chose these spell spirits really knew how to choose them. The spell spirits hanging on the big men with flower arms in the outer warehouse were probably at the same level as these pink cloud spell spirits.

Penetrating walls is the privilege of low-level spell spirits, because they are so weak that they can pass through those solid walls, but no matter how weak these things are, this cage can't hold them.

But now it's almost like they can't be locked up. These low-level curse spirits are simply attached to the members of the gang and run around.

In fact, these low-level curse spirits run away as soon as they run away, and they can't actually cause much harm to ordinary people. They are just like those curse spirits in pachinko parlors, and they have minimal impact on people. The existence that the sorcerers saw and didn't bother to exterminate.

But the problem now is that it is obviously not these curse spirits that flowed out.

It's about who captured so many curse spirits and stored them here.

"Does anyone come to this warehouse?" Gojo Satoru, who was the first to find the hang tag, stood up and walked in front of the big man with colorful arms.

"We have been here today." The big man replied honestly.

"...Of course I know you've been here." Gojo Satoru was stumped by his honest answer.

Otherwise, the things on these big men's heads are all difficult. Could it be a curse generated by any bald, unwilling, bald, unconvinced person anytime and anywhere?

If it's really a curse on baldness, it's intriguing who created it.

After all, the color is there.

When he was in the dark alley just now, he blocked this person in a corner just to ask where they came from.

"I mean, who else will come to this place except you."

Now that this warehouse has become like this, it probably has something to do with the magic world, and now it depends on whether it is a magician or a curser.Judging by the expressions of Xia Youjie and the two jk, they don't know anything about the existence of this warehouse, which means that at least it has nothing to do with Panxing Sect.

"Some people come, but they don't come often." The elder brother with the pink curse spirit recalled for a few seconds, trembling in Gojo Wu's eyes.

"We don't usually use this warehouse," he hurriedly cleared the relationship, as if he was afraid that Wutiao Wuhen Wujiwu would take the grudge on himself, "but the people who use it don't come here often, and here is a pile of warehouses. Depot of sundries."

"The person who uses it?" Haruki Jushan asked after going through all the tags in the entire warehouse.

"We're just the bottom of the gang," the big man explained, "I don't even know what those people are here for? They just move those iron cages in and out, but there's nothing inside."

Although you were embarrassed when you tried your best to explain the relationship, but you looked really handsome when you went to the pachinko shop to collect protection money and were beaten by Gojo Satoru.

"You said just now that they don't come often." Haruki Jushan mercilessly exposed his lies.

How afraid of death is it to say such inconsistent words?

"They only come once a year, usually around these few days, but I don't know who they are, I only know that our boss is very polite to them..."

He almost pointed at the boss of their gang and told Wujo Gojo that you should beat him.

What did Gojo Satoru do to this social elder brother to make him afraid like this?Haruki Iyama looked at Gojo Satoru who was standing beside him in disbelief.

Gojo Satoru innocently blinked his big Kazilan eyes, as innocent as if he wasn't the one who caused the explosion a few minutes ago.

It's really all Xiaobaihua, everyone present is more like Xiaobaihua than Haruki Jushan.

"So we have to vacate the warehouse when they bring in these empty cages at these times of the year." The big man who didn't know that the two people standing in front of him had already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles away explained in a low voice.

His words directly pulled back their thoughts of not knowing where to fly.

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes and looked at the curse spirit all over his body. No wonder he had been here many times before, but he had never met someone covered in curse spirit like them.

It turns out that only these few days will the place be full of curse spirits.

"What a coincidence," Wutiao Wupi smiled, "this time of year happens to be the time when the magic world conducts assessments."

The conjurers who are going to be promoted have prepared promoters before this time of year. According to the previous process, they complete the corresponding tasks according to the level they will be promoted, and then get two or more high-level conjurations prepared in advance. Teacher's recommendation, you can successfully advance.

The decay and backwardness of the magic world is vividly reflected in this system.

Over the years, even if the outside world has developed to 5G surfing, the internal rules and regulations of the magic world are still ancient, as if they are going to be passed on.

This set of rules and regulations has disadvantages but no benefits. It will only cut off the normal promotion path of the magic world, thereby blocking the upper management class of the entire magic world, and allowing these high-level management to be monopolized by the well-connected and powerful children of the magic world.

But now is not the time to talk about this rotten system.

"I've always wondered how those wastes in this process got such a high rating." His blue eyes swept across the low-level magic spirits in the warehouse, "I always thought that someone helped or they all picked the same level. The most easily exorcised curse spirit in the world."

"Now I know where all the curse spirits they got rid of when they finished the exam came from."

The magic spirit marked with a falsely high level was expelled by the magician who did not meet the rating, and thus obtained a level that did not match his own strength. The magician with a huge difference in strength and rating could not complete high-level tasks, so it caused There are more and more so-called "first-class super" mantras that cannot be dealt with.

"I'll go to the high-level conjurer in Sendai, you can do whatever you want." He grabbed a white tag from the cage next to him and walked out alone.

"I'll go too. These high-level people in the magic world are always beyond my expectations." Xia Youjie, who was still standing inside, sighed expressionlessly beside him.

What he wanted to create was a world without monkeys, but it didn't mean that he wanted to see the world filled with magicians who were no different from monkeys.

"So sometimes you really can't help but want to kill these idiots..." He looked at Nanako and Mimiko, with a hint of memory in his eyes, "Kill them all."

Gojo Satoru, who had gone far away, might have heard his words, but he just shrugged his shoulders undeniably.

"Also, is there any question?" The big man looked anxiously at Jushan Haruki and Fuhei Hui who remained in front of him after everyone had gone away.

"Yes," Jushan Qingshu stood in the same place and looked at Xia Youjie's back thoughtfully, "You said that people in their 20s and [-]s can still be cured for their secondary illness?"

Big man: "Huh?"

"For example." Haruki Juyama said.

"I have a friend. I thought he was doing pyramid schemes because he thought our company didn't make enough money." Haruki Jushan touched his chin thoughtfully, "But now someone told me that he resigned because of the stock market. There are too many people who are maliciously disrupting the market, so he is going to eliminate harm for the people and kill all the dogs in the world."

"Isn't that good?" The big man was at a loss.

Although he doesn't know much about stocks, it sounds like this friend is quite righteous.

"It's pretty good," Jushan Qingshu said in a low voice, "The problem is that now he feels that the leeks he bought for stocks are also helping the evildoers, so he plans to kill them together."

"Ah?" The big man's brain froze due to this bizarre development, "Is it the killer I thought?"

he asked with the last glimmer of hope.

"It's the one you wanted to kill," Haruki Jushan nodded deeply, "Do you think my friend can still be saved?"

"Has your friend already started?" the big man asked tremblingly.

"It probably started." Jushan Haruki sighed deeply, "He has resigned for ten years."

It has been ten years since Xia Youjie's defection. Although it is said that he wants to kill all the monkeys on the surface, judging from the data, it seems that he is now except for the villagers in the mission village and his parents. Nor did it attack other ordinary people.

Instead, he changed himself and became the leader, and began to cheat money from the monkey in his mouth on the grounds of exorcism.

So maybe it's time to start?

The big man who was still sitting on the ground showed a look of horror when he heard these words.

"I have a question?" Fu Heihui, who had been thinking about it, asked.

"Huh? What's the problem?" Jushan Haruki came back to his senses.

"Why does this friend think that he can kill and seize the lives of ordinary people and stock marketers at will?"

"Good question," said Haruki Iyama, "do you remember how many buns you ate in your life?"