Wutai's happiness lies in persecution

Wutiao smashed the account twice, and when the third hit arrived, it disappeared.

It's not his problem, nor is it a problem of insufficient strength of the account, but someone solved the problem of opening the account.

Third party involved.

He: "Interesting."

There are too many strange atmospheres in the high school, and the students seem to be safe for a while, so the unlucky ones are randomly selected and dealt with.

When Daoist, who relied on magic to perfectly hide his aura, walked to the place where the special magic item was stored, he saw a man without any magic power standing there waiting for him.

"Hello."

Other than himself, it was the first time for Osamu Dazai to see a mantra so similar to a human being.

What kind of curse is it on people?

Zhenren replied politely and asked him, "Are you one of the foreign aid?"

"Invitations have been accepted, but no response yet. May I hear your plans?"

Osamu Dazai was sitting on a heavy wooden box, with all kinds of broken seals piled up at his feet, whether it was his eyes or his expression, they all exuded the same aura.

Masato happily told him about his plans to completely revive the two-faced Su Nuo and seal Gojo Satoru.

Anyway, it was the idea of ​​the guy with the sutures in his head, everyone is taking advantage of each other, there is no need to keep secrets for each other~

"It sounds like a curse master, maybe it's a good idea."

Osamu Dazai praised the plan, seemingly unaware that the distance between the two was getting closer.

There were no footsteps in the dark room, only steady and false heartbeats. The dim candlelight hit the young man's handsome profile, warming the pale skin and snow-white bandages, spreading a strange atmosphere.

Real person: "You came earlier than me, did you find anything?"

Osamu Dazai: "I found something interesting. You might like it."

"Really? Let me see." The real person said, reaching out and holding the opponent's arm at a very fast speed.

Osamu Dazai looked at the other party's body that suddenly began to blur, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "It's such a coincidence, your ability is also effective by touch~"

But I'm sorry, it seems that his ability is better.

In the empty room, even the sound of the heartbeat disappeared, and the curse spirit with a human face took the leisurely way of shopping in the canteen, proposed the spell power to neutralize the passive ability on the body, and happily selected the favorite spell.

The supernatural ability "Disqualification in the World" he possessed during his lifetime also accompanied him after he became a curse spirit, constantly devouring his spell power.Therefore, he usually doesn't have any spell power at all. If the spell spirit didn't starve to death, he would become the first spell spirit in history to starve to death.

He plans to find something to play with recently, so it is better to choose some spell objects to supplement the spell power.

With Su Nuo's finger and a bunch of trophies in his pocket, someone knelt down and picked up the real person's cell phone and made a call.

"Thanks for the invitation, Tokyo is really interesting."

Fake oil on the phone: ... I called you to help me, not to fight against me.

Osamu Dazai sat in his small clinic that was sealed off again, took out a finger of the legendary cursed king, and swallowed it in his mouth.

Then he retched for a full 13 minutes, lay down on the sofa in a very weak state, and closed his eyes peacefully.

Wu Zhenzai, who came out of the "door", stopped humming and passed by him, and made a surprised voice: "Oh, are you going to die? If this is the case, can I stay in this world for a long time?"

"How could you have such great malice towards yourself!" Osamu Dazai sat up straight, with water in his wide eyes, accusing himself in another world.

Wu Zhenzai: "Need I emphasize to you, how were you born?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes became empty and lost their light.

As a curse spirit, he was born from the curse of himself.

As long as he cursed himself one day, he would not be able to reach real death.

I can only barely find some fun to live like this.

"I understand the truth, but this thing is really unpalatable." He shook the box holding his fingers in the air, and the messy collision sound clearly showed the pain and depression in his heart.

A big tonic is a big tonic, but it's really, really unpalatable.Of all the magical things he had eaten, this was the worst.

Might as well be hungry.

Wu Jingzai opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of wine and took a sip: "Have you ever eaten something delicious?"

"Yes, just two days ago."

It comes from the strongest mantra, even if it comes from a bandage, it has a sweet fragrance.

I was afraid of being discovered, so I only dared to eat some spilled.

Takenzai sent a message to Oda Zukuo with his mobile phone, asked him out for a drink, and planned to find something for him to do.

"I have a great idea, would you like to hear it?"

"tell me the story."

Suddenly a news spread in the world of magic: Yokohama's black market will hold a special auction.

The contents of the auction are all kinds of antiques with bizarre legends, including the fingers of a deformed species with two heads and four hands 1000 years ago.

Anyone who knew about it immediately connected this incident with the theft of the spell item from the High School of Conjuration.

Mr. Su Nuo, the two-faced deformed species, angrily beat up the curse spirit who was in front of him.

The real person who was already seriously injured had entered the disabled stage, and the fake oil shook his head when he saw it.

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the black market in Yokohama, wearing black clothes and black eyepatch, and when the lights above his head were turned off, others could only see his white shiny hair, and noticed that he exuded an aura of "I'm very upset".

In addition to catching two useless curse masters that day, one curse spirit was not killed, and he was asked to write a review report on vandalism later.

Now let him recover the lost spell.

Ah.

"Next, what we are going to auction is - a finger of an unknown species with an unknown function. The seller who provided this item asks for a reserve price of 3000 million. All interested guests are invited to bid."

Although there were some weird people secretly raising the price and trying to slap their fingers away, they were still overwhelmed by Gojo Satoru's bidding method as if he was just shouting out numbers. He successfully won the first one at a price of more than 1 million. finger.

Just a little more money for a course of treatment.

He also took pictures of the fingers behind him without blinking, until the stage called out the tenth finger to start the auction.

"I want to see the things I bought before this auction starts." Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "Otherwise I will smash your auction house."

Why do some people always think that his money is easy to make?

This feeling of familiarity...they better not be the same person.

After all, he hasn't finished a course of treatment yet.

It's a pity to kill him.

"Sir, the seller said that all the fingers, a total of [-], were packed in a special box and hidden in a safe place. If you need it, you can buy them all at once." The auctioneer has also seen the world People who are not afraid at all.

There is also a bold statement that there are a total of twenty.

"Heh." Gojo Satoru sneered, "I don't know what a guy like you with a double mask and a clown costume painted on his face is here for. But since I said that, I'll give you 35 billion Bar."

He really didn't feel the breath of Su Nuo's fingers.

But if someone dares to take him 35 billion but give him nothing, he doesn't care about Yokohama's special restrictions, just kill them all.

The auctioneer counted down three times: "Deal."

After deducting the payment, Gojo Satoru got a box of fingers with the same breath and appearance as Su Nuo's fingers.Even the concentration of mana seems to be the same.

But at least half of those fingers are fake.

It seems that Youren can only eat it all, and judge the truth from his increased mana.

Knotaba Yuhito, who didn't know what was waiting for him, was walking deep into Chinatown according to Gojo Satoru's instructions, looking for a clinic called "Yokohama Psychological Counseling Center".

He glanced suspiciously at the signboard with flickering lights and distorted characters, and knocked on the door cautiously.

Su Nuo in his mind seemed to say something suddenly, but he didn't hear clearly, at this time he quickly stretched out a hand from the door and pulled him in.

That hand was unusually cold, yet had a human pulse. When it touched him, something seemed to disappear.

"Does the guest have anything to ask?"

Wearing white clothes, the young man with a thin body, as if he was recovering from a serious illness, asked him with a smile.

"No, I'm on behalf of the teacher..."

Knotashi Yuhito was halfway through speaking, but the other party pressed his finger on his mouth to stop the next words from coming out.

Osamu Dazai: "I know that a child of your age will be a little bit embarrassed about this kind of disease. In this way, you go to the next door and buy a book, and we can talk while reading the book. When the boss asks, you say yes I recommend you to go there."