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The distance between the two drew closer, and for the convenience of movement, Murata threw the real person's head out and smashed it at Leuhu.

Leo Hu catches the head of the real person that hit him.In the process of flying around in the air, the four-petal head merged and barely became a complete head-the real person's head still exuded a smell of barbecue: "Leihu! Kill him! This guy is too vengeful. I won't do it today." Kill him, and we will definitely be in big trouble in the future!"

Leo Hu angrily threw him aside: "You don't need to remind me!"

"The field is unfolding—covering the coffin and surrounding the mountain with iron!"

The heat wave swept across, almost burning the people in it to coke.Surrounded by volcanoes, the crater emits eerie white smoke and 'gurgling' sounds.

Murata was standing in the middle of the volcanic pile, with his head slightly raised.It was too hot, so hot that there was an abrupt flush on his pale cheeks.He was not directly burned into charcoal, and he kept a little distance from Leuhu, and he didn't show the slightest sense of tension, just curious: "Is this the domain?"

"Speaking of which, I've always had a question... You can open domains or use spells without saying the name, why do you have to say the name of the domain super-loudly every time?"

Murata discovered a long time ago that many magicians would call out their names super loudly before using the spell.Of course, the brothers and sisters in the kendo hall would also shout out the name of the move very loudly when practicing, but he always felt that shouting like this was not only shameful but also a waste of energy.

Probably he is really a boring person most of the time except for swinging a knife.For example, now, Murata has lost interest in this so-called 'field'.

The conjurer who was appointed to come to the rescue did not know when he would come.Compared with rescue, Murata hoped that the other party had no wounds.If there is a wound and bleeding, it will be very troublesome for him.

Leuhu was very dissatisfied with Murata's thirst for knowledge, he seemed to be in a state of rage at any time, yelled 'turn it into ashes' and then raised his hand - all the volcanoes erupted simultaneously, and the terrifying field built by a large amount of mana was revealed at this moment part of its 'fangs'.

And that part of the 'fangs' was forced to solidify before it could be fully displayed.

Even Liaohu suddenly opened her one eye wide, unable to understand what happened for a moment.Fields, spells—everything he could perceive was forced to stop.

He subconsciously felt that this had something to do with Murata, and the boy who was stared at by the one-eyed curse spirit tilted his head and showed a very faint smile: "You are the third person to experience my technique. Um... Generally speaking, according to Common sense in the world of conjuration should be that domains are greater than spells. And between domains and domains, there will be differences in levels—lower-level domains will be covered by higher-level domains, isn’t that right?”

"But my spell is a bit special, it's like something like the Tianke field."

Murata's technique is called [Triple Ban].

Prohibition [-]: field prohibition.

The effective range is a circle with a radius of 20 meters, and the effective time will change according to the strength of the forbidden object.

Prohibition [-]: Prohibition of surgery.

The effective range is a circle with a radius of 15 meters, and the effective time will change according to the strength of the forbidden object.

Prohibition [-]: Prohibition of spell power.

The effective range is a circle with a radius of five meters, and the effective time will change according to the strength of the forbidden object.

During the activation of the spell, the owner of the spell himself prohibits the field, prohibits the spell, and prohibits the spell.After the operation is over, the owner of the operation restores the domain, restores the operation, and restores the mana.

Of course, at this time, Murata has not yet learned the knowledge that if a conjurer clearly speaks out his own spells, there will be a buff bonus.So he will not explain his spell to the spell spirit.

When he was talking to Leuhu, the distance between the two of them had already started to close rapidly, and when the boy bowed his waist, the sun wheel knife flashed out from the snow-white and soft haori sleeve.Because the speed was so fast that people couldn't describe it, at that moment, I couldn't even tell what color Murata's knife was - it seemed to be green, a very transparent green.

Like a lake full of reflections in a broad-leaved forest.Like the wind blowing over the mountains in spring.

Like a dragonfly whose tail touches the water.

Lou Hu suddenly found the words to describe this knife, he opened his eyes wide, another color was reflected in his pupils.Leo Hu never thought that humans would have such a strong power that should belong to mountains, rivers, plants and trees.

The magic power gushed out of the magic tool, and the magic power that was not within the forbidden range instantly destroyed Lehu's body.But the blade didn't stop, it passed over Leuhu's neck, and according to the role it was originally created for, it passed over the real person's head.

The whole process may take less than a second, but this time Murata's technique can last for 20 seconds.

Iai draws his sword fast to the extreme.Before Cui Se came into the sight of the enemy, the samurai had lowered his eyes to draw back the sword—the sword was drawn quickly but the sword was withdrawn slowly. He breathed out slowly when he drew back the sword. He lowered his eyes and half covered his eyelashes. Out-of-focus plum red vertical pupils.

After 20 seconds, the spell dissipates.Murata stood there without moving, with a strong fishy sweet taste in his mouth.

After the absence of the domain, the sun shone again, and there was a very exaggerated crack on the ground. Almost all the buildings on all sides were burned to the ground, and even the remaining spell power was running wildly.

He turned his head slowly, feeling that he could hear the creaking of his own bones.Compared with the exhausted spell power, Murata's over and over again hunger is the most annoying thing now - he pressed the handle of the knife with his left hand, walked over the bones of the spell spirit, rolled his tongue over his teeth, and licked the fishy flesh in the gap. sweetness.

His own blood could not satisfy the burning hunger in his belly.Murata found half of the wall that hadn't completely collapsed, and sat down against the shadow.

The bare/exposed skin was reddened to a scary point, just a short exposure to the sun was enough for him to get badly sunburned.Murata closed his eyes, reached into the haori pocket on the right, and fumbled for a translucent sealed bag from inside.

There are syringes and dark purple injections inside.He barely opened his eyes, lowered his head and bit open the bag with his fangs, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

Using his extremely sharp nails to cut off the cap of the bottle, he sucked the dark purple liquid into the syringe. He stretched out his hand and stroked the artery on his neck, aligning it.

Suddenly, a strong, fishy-sweet smell unique to blood rushes into the nostrils.The five senses caught the taste faster than the brain, and Murata's heart struggled suddenly. His hand holding the knife shook, and the syringe rolled down and mixed with the debris on the ground.

Even though he still had enough physical strength, his brain couldn't stop being dizzy, and it became difficult to breathe.The pupils of Murata's eyes became extremely slender, almost so slender that they did not belong to the range of human beings at all: the sharp teeth protruding from the edge of the mouth originally had grown completely beyond the lower lip at this moment.

His thoughts went blank for a moment, and when he managed to regain some sense, his eyes were uncontrollably glued to the 'people' outside the shadows.

are people.

A person who was injured, and the wound continued to emit a sweet smell of blood.

Murata swallowed unconsciously, his eyes were so red that they were almost transparent.This is a sequela of the technique—spells are forbidden within the scope of the technique, so it is necessary to squeeze out the human talent in the body a thousand times and a hundred times.

After all, human beings' power is limited. When the devil can't catch up with the talent, the genes belonging to ghosts will jump out just around the corner.

The physical limit that humans can't do, can be replaced by ghosts?

so hungry...so hungry...

Murata raised his arm to cover his eyes, touched the phone with trembling fingers, and dialed a number at random.He didn't know who the number would call—anyone, preferably family, or a familiar voice in the hospital.

The injured guy looked dull, he hadn't noticed Murata hiding behind the ruined wall, and he didn't know what kind of danger he was in, so he just paced back and forth on the spot.

The long dial tone of the mobile phone rang continuously, and each sound seemed to be urging Murata to eat quickly.He licked his teeth in confusion and bewilderment, using the sweet smell that was about to dissipate to soothe his stomach that was about to lose his mind.

The phone was connected, and Fu Heihui's slightly distorted voice came from over there: "Ah Li?"

Murata stopped licking his teeth.His brain, which was so confused that it seemed to be frozen by salt, was partly sober because of these words, and the bitter taste of salt seemed to spread from his mouth... like unfiltered salt.

After a few seconds, he regained some of his ability to organize his language: "Call the Maternity Shiki Hospital and ask Mr. Yushiro to come to Kyoto immediately to support me... I have a locator on me, and he knows what to do—"

The little bit of Qingming that I finally found was scattered again.Murata curled up, pressing his palms down on the back of his neck, the spine connecting the skull.

It was as if he could still touch the eye of a needle, and severe pain spread from his entire spine.His plum red pupils began to lose focus again, and a last thought came to his mind in a daze: he should make a joke with Hui, his tone was so serious just now, it made him feel like he was going to die.

won't scare him?

Soon Murata had no time to think about whether Fu Heihui would be frightened.Because his brain was ready to jump into the trash can and throw away control of this body in the next second—the unresponsive wounded man was still wandering around Murata, the sweet smell of blood was baked by the sun, like poison / Volatilized like medicine, covering Murata's five senses tightly inside.

He stared at the unlucky ghost with red eyes, licked his lips, and licked his fangs with his bright red tongue.

want to eat.

But the man stood in the sun.

In fact, you can bask in the sun.But hate the sun.I'm so hungry and want to eat.

Words that could not be logically coherent flashed through his mind, and Murata approached the injured unconsciously.

Ubuyashiki Hospital also has a branch in Kyoto—fortunately, Japan is only so big, and it doesn’t even take 10 minutes to travel from Tokyo to Kyoto if you’re in a hurry.But even so, Yushiro still felt that the time from Tokyo to Kyoto was too long.

Because it is not others who may lose control, but Murata!

That guy's usual combat power is already terrifying, and the effect after losing control is not simply multiplied by two...

Many thoughts ran through his mind in a mess, and Yushiro subconsciously glanced at the boy next to him, who was the one who notified him.

Seems like a conjurer too?Murata's classmate?

The walkie-talkie rang, and Yushiro turned his attention away: "It's me—well, what's the situation now? Have everyone evacuated? Got it...the conjurer, I'll hand it over to the people from the Ubuyashiki Foundation to negotiate Bar."

"We have to take people away. No matter what the reason is, we can't hand them over to people in the magic world."

"They know what a ghost! One Murata who knows how to breathe is enough for three Mizuki, do they still want to create a ghost who can use spells to destroy the world?!"

"I don't care about them. If there is a dispute, contact the local police station to show your ID. Huh, I really didn't have to endure the beatings of the twelve ghost months to say such stupid things as ghosts and curses. They all pretend to be six years old in their heads." A girl's innocent princess dream?"

As always, he insulted the opponent's senior management with his poisonous tongue.After the car arrived at the scene, Yushiro immediately opened his umbrella and jumped out of the car. Fu Heihui followed him quietly, the shadows of his bangs covering his eyes, and his expression was a little dark.

The yellow cordon was pulled at the scene, and the two groups of people could not stop arguing.Tokyo and Kyoto are now in chaos, and there is no one who can take charge of the overall situation in the magic world.On the other hand, at Ubuyashiki, after Yushiro came, everyone straightened their backs, looking confident.

Yushiro looked very unhappy, with anger like 'I'm going to stew a child today' written all over his face.He squeezed in with big strides, without even looking at the assistant supervisor sent by the magic world: "Is there no living person inside?"

"There was a wounded person, and we brought him out. Murata is still inside, and we temporarily used a high-concentration wisteria flower spray to isolate him from the crowd... But I feel that the wisteria flower spray is almost useless to him."

Yushiro handed over the umbrella to his assistant to hold it, and opened the black box he carried with him, which was filled with various injections and syringes of different models.He took out the deep purple liquid from it and sucked it into the syringe, then looked up at the conjurer: "Do you have a conjurer who can beat Murata with physical skills?"

The accompanying assistant supervisor was stunned, with an expression as if she had seen a ghost—she even wanted to swear.

Murata, a strange flower who can kill the curse spirit on the ground without using the magic power.You ask me, is there any conjurer who can beat him with physical skills?If so, would Murata still be called a genius!

Even if there is such a person, it will definitely not be able to transfer in a while.It is said that the situation in Tokyo is even more critical. The super curse master Xia Youjie is there himself, so where can he get someone to come over?

Seeing the expression of the assistant supervisor, Yushiro understood, but became more irritable.While adjusting the dosage of the potion, he asked, "Where are the people who wrote the seppuku script in Shuihu Dojo?!"

The assistant was trembling: "Already, already on the way..."

"Is it possible that as long as Murata is injected with this medicine, he will return to normal?"

Yushiro raised his eyes and looked at the boy who was talking: the boy was still wearing a school uniform, with a black sea urchin head, but his face was pretty—but his expression was stinky.

He said: "No, it's just a high concentration of wisteria flower toxin mixed with anesthetics, which can temporarily quiet Murata. The specific situation can only be determined after we take him back to the hospital for examination."

"As long as the degree of ghosting is still within the safe range, give him a little time, and he will wake up by himself."

Fu Heihui stretched out his hand to him: "I'll do it."

Yushiro frowned: "Have you thought about it? Murata is irrational now. If you can't subdue him in the first place and inject the medicine into the main artery, missing arms and legs will be considered minor injuries. If you are unlucky, you will be dead." gone."

Fu Heihui repeated: "I'll come, please give me the medicine."