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Fu Heihui fell into deep thought because of these words.

Just when he was lost in thought, the big man leaning against the corner swallowed his saliva: "The friend you mentioned...is it yourself?"

"?" Jushan Haruki was puzzled, "Do I look like this kind of person?"

Does he look like a law-abiding coffee guy who is looking for life and death because the stock is short-sold, and finally embarks on the road of crime?

"Very, very similar." The big man huddled together.

"Normally when people say I have a friend, they're talking about themselves," he added.

"...What he said makes sense," Ju Shan Qingshu couldn't refute, and said sincerely to the system, "If I didn't know that the friend I was talking about was actually Xia Youjie, I would have believed it."

But aside from Xia Youjie's outrageous reasons for defecting, he could understand why he said those words.

In fact, the people here, except for Fu Heihui who basically has no understanding of the magic world, the other five people are more or less familiar with the magic world surrounded by outdated regulations and a stagnant system. learn.

But even so, this kind of operation surprised them.

When Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru reacted differently, Jushan Haruki, who had been silent all this time, was actually amazed at the system.

"Good guy, I'm direct good guy," Jushan Haruki said in a complicated tone, "What the hell has the magic world developed in the years since I left?"

No wonder Xia Youjie went into pyramid schemes. According to this momentum, even the stocks in his hands that were about to drop by the limit had a brighter future than the magic world.

The backward promotion system in the conjuration world has already blocked the promotion path of some powerful but unconnected conjurers.

Now in this way, the conjurer who should be upgraded is stuck at a low level, and the conjurer who should not be upgraded is pushed to a higher level. The impact is that the high-level tasks cannot be completed, and the low-level tasks are overqualified.

The exorcism tasks of the curse spirits are assigned according to the level of the magician. This was originally done to maximize efficiency and minimize casualties. Looking at it now, it has the opposite effect.

Jushan Haruki was completely amazed by these people's set of tricks. If these people are willing to spend the effort and time spent on making money and studying heresy, it is estimated that the average high-ranking man in the magic circle will graduate from Tokyo University.

Don't talk about conjurers with this brain, 360 lines, just take advantage of loopholes.

Just as Haruki Juyama and the system were making jokes and marveling at the operations of the high-level executives in the magic world, Gojo Satoru, who went out ahead of them, broke the driver's seat glass of a car parked in the parking lot outside with one hand, and immediately He opened the car door with his backhand, and Shi Shi ran sat on it.

The cockpit of this car is too small, and his 1.9-meter stature and long legs seem a bit cramped when he puts it in.

After Gojo Satoru sat in, he began to tear off the plastic plate next to the car with his bare hands, and then pulled out two threads of different colors very naturally, and then Haruki Jushan saw him peeling off the rubber protective layer with his bare hands, and then it was like doing Over thousands of times, the live wire and the neutral wire have been connected together so familiarly.

The car was hit.

Haruki Hayashi pupil earthquake.

Gojo Satoru, why are you so proficient!

After he started the car, he swung the car steadily in front of several people.

"Get in the car." He raised his neck and said.

"Grass," the unlicensed driver Jushan Haruki, who had been enslaved by Gojo Satoru more than once, uttered a plant, "System, this grandson can drive?"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Wujo Wujo seemed to understand what he wanted to say through his expression, and said earnestly: "People's physiques cannot be generalized."

"I once learned how to steal and drive a car just out of a fit of rage."

Haruki Juyama: "?"

Then you are really angry.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and there was not a single street light on the road from the warehouse. The location of the warehouse was remote. If it hadn't been for the big man who brought them here just now, no one would have thought that there would be such a place. a warehouse.

The car drove from the remote suburb where the warehouse was located all the way to the urban area, and then across the urban area to the other end of the city, almost across the entire city. Just when Ju Shanqingshu and the system were tired of chatting and were about to fall asleep , The smoothly running car suddenly stopped suddenly.

Haruki Jushan slammed his head on the back of the chair as he was about to fall asleep, making a loud sound.

"Hiss—" He was violently dragged out of his half-dream and half-awake state, so he could only rub his forehead and inhale softly.

"I now believe that Gojo Satoru suddenly learned to drive under extreme anger," he complained to the system, "otherwise I would never have seen a person with such a sharp brake."

The speed of the car was fast, but Gojo Wu was still in a hurry to brake. Before the car flew out, he suspected that this person had secretly pulled the car back with magic power.

Gojo Satoru, who had braked in an emergency, didn't know that Haruki Yoshiyama was passionately using the mic behind his back. After parking the car, he opened the car door, twisted a spiral pill with his hand and threw it towards the front without even looking at it.

Under the dark sky, the intense flashes from the spell almost illuminated half of the mountain forest at once. The leaves of the trees were rustled by the air flow driven by the spell, and under the firelight soaring into the sky, they cast shadows of whirling trees on the ground.

And right in front of the spell, the conjurer who was running around in the mountains and forests being chased by the curse spirit stopped in a daze.

"I really didn't expect it." After driving for so long, the anger in Gojo Wu's heart somewhat faded. He looked at the conjurer who was in a mess in front of the headlights, and then looked behind him. the curse spirit.

"At the assessment site for the promotion of incantations, there is actually a first-level conjurer being chased by a first-level incantation spirit." He said.

He knew the conjurer.

He is the direct son of an old family, his qualifications are not very good, and he has not inherited the family's core art, so he has been excluded for more than ten years.

Who knew that a few years ago, he suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and he was promoted again and again. Seeing that after passing the assessment of the first-level conjurer this time, as the son of the conjuration family, his level is enough for him to be a second-class conjurer in the conjuration world. As a middle-level manager at the age of teens, he no longer has to do the task of exorcism.

The levels of spell spirits and sorcerers in the magic world are distributed in a staggered manner. Generally speaking, a level-[-] spell spirit can be exorcised by a level-[-] magician in the level system of the magic world.

And the first-level conjurer in front of him can be chased like this by a curse spirit that a second-level conjurer can exorcise alone. One can imagine how flooded the assessment of conjurers outside the two schools has been.

This is no longer flooding, this is flooding. The magician in front of him is like a flat boat in the vast ocean.

He got out of the car and brought the conjurer in front of his eyes, and then unscrupulously closed the front hood of the car.

With a height of 1.9 meters, even sitting on the hood of the car, he felt an unspeakable sense of oppression, not to mention his current expression made the conjurer panic and unable to think about anything.

There is no one in the magic world who doesn't know Wujo Wu.

When he was fighting with his classmates from the Kyoto school, Kikumaru once said a word to Haruki Iyama.

"At least half of the people in the magic world are scolding Gojo Satoru."

This sentence is definitely not an exaggeration. Wujo Wu, as the owner of the six eyes and the successor with no lower limit, who is rare in a thousand years, occupies the top position of the pyramid in all levels of the magic world, and he can bow his head and despise him equally at any time everyone.

But he is a distasteful character. Anyone who has met him and been with him for a while will be annoyed by him and want to go to Mars, where there is no Wutiaowu, to plant potatoes for four years.

The birth of Wujo Wu raised the level of the magic spirits as a whole, and at the same time raised the blood pressure of the magicians. Under his torture, the blood pressure of everyone in the magic world skyrocketed, and the heart and lung function of the annual physical examination was marked red .

It's a pity that this person still has the status of "the strongest", and others can't beat him.

So this grandson grew up to be more than 20 years old like this. With this spirit of not admitting defeat and not admitting defeat to the elders of the magic world, he succeeded in making all the magicians love and hate him.

No one in the world of conjuration does not know Gojo Satoru.

The conjurer in front of him naturally knew it.

His legs were shaking and he was about to fall down, if it wasn't for Wu Tiaowu's conscience attack to pull him up when he saw his legs shaking so badly, this magician might not be chased to the ground by the magic spirit, but he would have to knock him down first The last one rang.

Gojo Satoru thought he couldn't bear such a big gift, so he still raised his hand to help the magician, preventing him from doing this big gift.

He will not be angry now.

He was about to be laughed at by these short-sighted upper echelons of the magic world.

No one would know what the rating of a conjurer meant. The higher the level, the more dangerous the spells would be. But even so, some people would take risks and do such things for money.

I really don't know whether to praise them as wizards or idiots.

At this moment, at the other end of the mountain, another flame burst into the sky.

"Isn't this your solo mission?" Gojo Satoru reacted first.

On the other side of the mountain, the flames soaring into the sky seemed to be caused by the collision of spell power.

The promotion tasks in the conjuration world are usually staggered from each other, just to prevent unnecessary communication and mutual help between conjurers who perform the promotion tasks at the same time and at the same address.

But the current situation is that he exorcised the curse spirit corresponding to a conjurer, but another beacon smoke that belonged to the collision of spell power rose from the other end of the mountain.

"You have released the water like this, and you still have to carry out the task together?" Xia Youjie, who was in the co-pilot, couldn't sit still anymore.

Now he even began to wonder what these people did, how could they be useless like this.Back then, he, Gojo Satoru, and Jushan Haruki were all three people, but they were all directly rated as super by virtue of their strength after the super-level curse spirit was removed.

It turns out that the assessment of these conjurers can be done like this?

"What are you talking about here?" The conjurer, whose legs were shaking all the time, gritted his teeth and looked up at Xia Youjie, "Yes, you are extremely talented. Either you have invincible spells or you have inherited the core spells of your family."

"There is also a genius who can exorcise the curse spirit without doing anything."

"I'm a legitimate son who didn't inherit any core spells, and I haven't raised my head at home for more than ten years," he said, becoming more and more excited, "I don't have any powerful spells anyway, and I can't catch up no matter how hard I try A single hair of yours."

"It's impossible for me not to be a magician when I was born in such a family. How can I be a window as a son of a son?"

"Even if I want to be a middle-level manager who only does clerical work, I need to be rated one level."

"Can't I buy it?" He said, "Anyway, when I get hired, I won't go out for missions."

"Do you think you have the capital to despise us when you are born with these spells? Could it be that we are not as good as you?" He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his legs that were still shaking stopped shaking. It's a gradually rising voice.

"That's right." Gojo Satoru was puzzled.

"What else?" he said. "Is there anyone in the world of conjuration who is as good as I am?"

The conjurer's voice froze, and he looked at Gojo Satoru in disbelief, the words he was about to say stuck in his throat.

"Look what's the use of me," Six Eyes said, "I'm the strongest."

"Grass."

Sitting in the back seat and watching a failed and impassioned speech, Haruki couldn't help laughing.

"If this word gets out, the number of people scolding Wutiaowu will double," he said.

"Because they're all cracked up with rage."