Heaven and tyrants want a home

Lu Fushe Granose followed the child through a large expanse of gorgeous calendula, walking on the so-called shortcut.

"...Are you sure this "road" is okay?" She looked at the grass that she had stepped on innocently, and asked hesitantly.

No matter how you look at the road under your feet, it seems that she has opened up it on the spot.

"No problem." Zen director Xi walked in front and waved his hands, "My grandfather is one of the supervising magicians in charge of the mantra, and I am very familiar with it."

"It takes more than half an hour from the school, but it only takes about 10 minutes from here. However, I haven't told anyone about this. You are the first to know."

"Why was Shire taken there?"

She hurriedly asked, only to feel that her heart seemed to be seized tightly by an invisible hand, and it kept tightening, making her restless.

"Well, it's probably because he almost beat Shiren Lan to death in the school yesterday?" Zen President Xi replied casually.

"Servant Lan...?"

Lu Fushe Granose was very unfamiliar with this name, and continued to ask with a frown, "So, is going to Mantra Lingdui a punishment given to Shier by the monastery?"

"Perhaps, I don't know very well." Zen director Xi curled his lips, glanced at the "monster" behind him who still only heard his voice but couldn't see him, and asked curiously, "Why do you care so much about Shier? He didn't Magic power, in the future even a magician will not be able to do it."

Lu Fushe Granose was puzzled by this question, and blurted out: "I don't need a reason to like someone."

...like?

Zen director Xi paused, and then walked briskly ahead as if nothing had happened, but the smile on his lips disappeared.

The word never seemed to have anything to do with him.

His parents never liked him, and none of his companions liked him. Even his grandfather, who was a little closer, seemed to only give him a little "like" for his shallow magician talent.

But this kind of "like" is not what he expected, and no one in the monastery has the love he expected.

The boy pursed his lips, and suddenly said, "Do you know what's in the pile of cursed spirits?"

Lu Fushe Granose heard the child's voice suddenly lowered, and asked nervously, "Curse spirit?"

"It's countless spell spirits." Zen director Xi said correctively, "The spell spirits below the second level collected by the monastery are raised there, and it's a room for training and punishing level magicians."

He once sneaked outside the door, through the gap of the door, saw the thick shimenawa inside and the countless eyes behind the knot that made people tremble to the extreme.

Those eyes hid in the cracks, hid on the roof, watching everyone who entered the door hungrily.

Therefore, she would definitely give him the same glance. Just standing outside the door would make her legs weak in fright, let alone going in to save people.

That "like" doesn't exist here.

Thinking of this, Chan Dean Xi became happy again, quickened his pace and urged, "Hurry up, don't you still want to save Shier?"

"Go in before the door closes."

His tone couldn't express the expectation.

...

The outer door of the mantra.

Tall square columns stand on both sides, supporting the empty corridor.

At the end, the closed stone gate is slowly opening.

The boy at the head looked at the countless weird eyes behind the gap in the gate, stepped back timidly, stood behind the guardian magician and ordered reluctantly, "Hey, throw him in quickly!"

This place is so disgusting he doesn't want to stay another minute.

The guardian cast a glance at Zenyuan Shier who was hanging his head silently in his hands, and said hesitantly, "Master, are you sure?"

"Although he was exiled by the Patriarch, Lord Zhibi is now protecting him... If something happens in the mantra pile in this situation, Lord Changshoulang may be involved."

The boy was taken aback by what he said, and frowned in confusion.

If grandpa is really involved, he will definitely be imprisoned by his father, so won't he be ashamed?

The male servant looked at him with a shrunken expression, and patted his hands lightly, attracting the attention of a group of children.

"It's better for you young masters to vote." He said, "The law does not blame the public. If all the young masters want to seek justice for the young master Lan Shiren, I don't think Mr. Zhipiren will easily blame anyone."

As soon as the boy heard this, he immediately turned to look at the group of friends behind him, and raised his chin: "Here, you heard me, now we are voting, and whoever doesn't vote is a traitor!"

The other children looked at each other in dismay, and slowly raised their hands after the boy took the lead.

"agree!"

"agree!"

...

"agree."

"It was unanimously approved, it's really "justice and peace of mind", you young masters are so just!"

The manservant glanced at Zenyuan Shier, who couldn't see his face clearly, and the flattering words coaxed the boy into elation, so he urged again: "Now you see, everyone agrees, throw him down quickly."

The guardian artist glanced at the young masters who raised their hands, and did not refute.

Indeed, the law does not blame the public, but the only one to blame is this Young Master Shi Er who is really unpopular.

Carrying a person and slowly approaching the gate, the magician condescendingly looked down at the low-level spell spirits hidden under the steps inside the gate, and frowned in disgust.

Whenever I visit this place, it is scary and disgusting.

"Master Shier, I wish you good luck."

The magician whispered, and pushed the boy in his hand indifferently——

Passing over the thick knot that symbolizes subduing demons and exorcising evil spirits, the thin figure of the Chanyuan suddenly fell into the darkness.

It wasn't until the sound of the flesh/body falling hard to the ground that the magician turned around and closed the door.

Seeing that the breathless curse breath was about to be cut off, a slightly bitter and delicate scent of calendula suddenly passed the tip of his nose and entered the door.

...illusion?

The sorcerer was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed door, but there was nothing there.

Frowning, the sorcerer turned his head nonchalantly, returned to his young master, and said, "Master, it's settled."

The boy nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked out of the corridor impatiently.

It's so disgusting here, he doesn't like it at all!

A group of people left in a mighty manner, leaving only the Zen director Xi who didn't know when to be there standing at the entrance of the corridor in a daze, looking at the gate at the end with a pale face.

"Hi...are you still there?"

After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly eagerly asked the air beside him.

1 minute, 2 minutes....

The only answer to him was the wind passing through the empty corridor.

She went through that door...

She really went to rescue Shier...

Realizing this, Zen President Xiyuan sat down with his knees hugged, his eyes fixed on the huge stone gate in front of him, without blinking.

He thought, it turns out that such liking really exists.

However, why is it not him who is given, but Shire, that trash?

...

Inside the door, rustling sounds came from every corner, like the appendages of countless arthropods huddling and rubbing together, waiting for a feast.

Lu Fushe Granose hugged her own half-pointed tail that was cut off by Shimen, and blew while holding back tears.

Woo, it hurts.

When she arrived at the corridor, the stone door had already begun to close.Even though she rushed towards the door as fast as she could, the fragile tip of her tail still failed to catch up and was crushed in half.

Extending the tail and knotting it in front of the injured tail tip, Lu Fushi Granose touched the bracelet on her wrist that the child made for her, and walked down the steps fearfully.

Before coming, she actually hesitated.

When I passed the marigold garden, the flowers there were so brilliant and the sky was so blue that it was very suitable for sleeping on the eaves.In particular, the child who brought her told her in detail that the heap of cursed spirits was terrifying.

As long as she stopped and pretended not to know, she could turn around and go back to Baisha Qingsongting directly, and continue to live a very safe life although it was very lonely.

Even if it is like this, it seems that there is nothing wrong with being a curse spirit for a lifetime, and she has no ambitions anyway.

Even when she walked to the corridor and saw the Shimen, she had always thought this way.

If you're scared, run away, she told herself.

Until she saw Shi'er who was thrown into the door, his green pupils were infiltrated by shadows, like beautiful gemstones stuck in the mud, it seemed that as long as she blinked, she would be swallowed up and disappear completely in her world.

Thinking of this, the entanglement and hesitation along the way seemed to be meaningless, and I don't know where the strength came from, pushing her and rushing into the stone gate that was about to be closed, without giving her any room for hesitation.

She didn't realize she was inside the door until the severe pain brought her back to her thoughts.

Walking down the last step, Lu Fushi Granose tried to open his eyes wide, searching for the child's location.

Suddenly, a flash of whiteness flashed across her vision, she looked back, and saw the familiar figure lying on the ground, motionless.

"Shir!"

She hastily stretched out her paws to lift his face, only to see a large blurred bloodstain on the child's forehead, and his eyes were closed tightly.

What should I do? !

Lu Fushe Granose looked at his wound and was so anxious that tears fell straight down. In the end, she could only wrap her arms around his wrist, pinching the time and trying to count his heartbeat and pulse.

95, 96, 97...

After counting several times, the child's heartbeat was stable within the normal range of around 99, which made her feel a little relieved.

But this is not the most dangerous thing right now.

Stimulated by the sweet blood, the curse spirits around who were originally afraid of the filthy spells left by the magician gradually crawled out of the gaps in their hiding places and approached the person and spirit on the ladder.

For them who have been kept in captivity for a long time, humans are the first choice, and curse spirits with lower strength than them are the second choice.

Lu Fushe Granose raised her head vigilantly, looking at the curse spirits who were constantly approaching and surrounding her, her wounded tail wrapped around the child's waist like a guard.

They wanted to eat her and Shire.

This cognition made Lu Fushe Granose's whole spirit go bad.

How many spells are there here?

At a glance, in the cracks, on the ceiling, there are countless piercing eyes stacked in every space, so many that she knows it without counting. Once they pounce on them, she and Shier can be easily gnawed clean .

Taking a deep breath, Lu Fushi Granose stretched out her body, just like she thought before, she could easily hide Shier in her body without missing a trace.

Just when she had just hid the child, a coveted curse spirit suddenly rushed towards her.

Lu Fushe Granose managed to dodge, just in time to avoid the attack of the curse spirit, and retreated into the crack under the stairs.

The curse spirit did not continue to approach, because it was sticking out its tongue, licking the blood stains on the ground, not even letting go of the blood that seeped into the cracks of the floor tiles.

Gradually, more and more curse spirits were being licked, and a curse spirit that couldn't get a place sniffed at her breath and approached her.

Her concealment has no effect on spell spirits.