When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

Gojo Satoru directly posed a century-old problem to the upper echelons of the magic world.

After the night moth came back from delivering the news, an old man almost passed out due to high blood pressure.

Two blockbusters in a row—

This [Wing of Darkness] that came out of nowhere, not only kidnapped the astral body, but also kidnapped Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie!

When the news reached the Yusan family, it could be said that it exploded in an instant. Leaving aside what Kamo and Zenyuan thought, the Gojo family went crazy collectively.

"I don't care, you must give an explanation!"

When Patriarch Ren Wutiao was so angry that he came to confront the higher-ups, while the elders and attendants stood on both sides of him silently, the sense of oppression exuded by the group was as real as it was, and the temperature dropped to freezing point.

"No matter what method I use, I want to see Wu Quanxuan come back in full." The head of the Wutiao family said coldly, "If something happens to him... The Wutiao family will draw a clear line from the magic world from now on, and will no longer provide any assistance."

After throwing some harsh words, Patriarch Wutiao took his people away, but anyone with a brain would know that he would keep watching the high-level officials until they could give a satisfactory result.

In addition to the Gojo family, the pressure from all over the magic world also made the high-level people restless. The hearts of all the high-level people.

Time is running out, and the other party only gives a one-day deadline for consideration. The ticking of the hour hand is like a fire burning along a string. Faced with the disaster that is about to befall them, people can only choose to obey the other party's request.

In just one day, the top management couldn't even find a breakthrough for placing an undercover agent.

But the high-level officials were deadlocked for a whole noon and failed to make a decision. In the final analysis, it was the conditions proposed by [Wings of Darkness], which were too outrageous!

"300 billion?! Damn it, this bunch of greedy scum—"

Leyan Temple was so angry that his crutches hit the ground, and he paced back and forth in the conference room agitatedly. No one scolded him, because everyone else was in the same mood.

"The first two conditions...Although the lion opened his mouth a little, we are not helpless." After a long time, the old man sitting in the middle seat spoke, and the conference room fell silent, which was enough to show the old man's status.

"The transfer of money takes time. We can urgently collect 40 billion as a deposit, and use the complicated procedures of property transfer as an excuse to buy more time... No matter what, one day is too short."

"As for the last condition, we can meet it now."

The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

As if being in the deep sea, the surrounding heavy sea water is constantly squeezing the internal organs, ruthlessly depriving the remaining oxygen, and the throat is pinched by a sense of suffocation inch by inch when people gradually become dizzy.

The high-level old man with poor mentality and stamina has begun to ooze fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

They all know how the division of power at the upper echelons of conjuration is. It is a hereditary monopoly seat. For a long time, different factions have formed at the upper echelons. Mutual suspicion and intrigue are commonplace, and internal unity has long been in jeopardy.

[Wings of Darkness] Requiring two members of the upper echelons to withdraw permanently and revoke the right to vote for future generations can be said to have directly detonated the buried contradictions, causing the upper echelons to accelerate towards splitting.

After all, no one wants to be those two unlucky ghosts.

Every word of the most authoritative old man is like a reminder: "I think everyone is aware of the seriousness of the matter. Giving up the power in your hands for the future of the magic world... can it be done?"

"Then, a vote will be held this afternoon, and the two with the most votes will permanently withdraw from high-level politics. To ensure fairness, the old man will also participate in it."

Before the old man could say "the meeting is over", someone below hurriedly added: "Wait, why do we have to honestly follow the other party's conditions? Anyway, they don't have a way to confirm, so we can just pretend to eliminate two people." Get confused..."

Before the words fell, the old man above snorted lightly: "You are too naive."

"The matter has come to this, do you still think [Wings of Darkness] is something simple?"

"Defeat Six Eyes, take away the astral body, and before that, their information is blank, only know that they have appeared in the black market." The old man was silent for a moment, and then hoarsely said, "If this group of cursers intends to be born, the entire curse will be destroyed. The world will be destroyed by them until it becomes paralyzed..."

The only thing that can resist them is nothing more than the Six Eyes, which has high hopes.

But now Six Eyes himself has been kidnapped by them, and he is about to die before he grows up.

"To deal with such people, deception will not work, but may anger them."

"Just do as the old man tells you."

……

Gojo Satoru received a reply from Noctua Masato on his new mobile phone.

[300 billion is difficult to come up with in a short time, so let's pay a deposit of 40 billion first, can we? 】

Gojo Satoru immediately sent a screenshot to his friends, "What do you think?"

"Our purpose is to keep Lizi alive." Zao Ji stroked his chin, "Surely we can't just hand it over to them."

"I think so too." Gojo Gojo smiled slyly, typing on the phone with one hand.

[Our exchange process is: deposit on delivery, Xia Youjie.Meet a condition, Gojo Satoru.Three conditions, astral body. 】

[Don't try to play tricks, high school. 】

This day was very fulfilling, and Gojo Satoru's three-member team had an addiction to curse masters. They made an appointment with the operator of the Curse High School to exchange hostages under the Tokyo Tower at nine o'clock tonight, and then all the high school had a hard time sleeping and eating. Ann's stall, they had a happy meal together.

The dishes bought by Xia Youjie were cooked by Zao Ji.

"There are still more than three hours until nine o'clock, don't panic."

Zaoji called Kuroi Misato and Tenuchi Riko to come and sit down: "It's been a day, aren't you hungry? Come and eat."

Tennouchi Riko's eyes were particularly complicated. She clenched the chopsticks in her hand, but she couldn't eat.

"Gojo Satoru, you...you, why did you do this?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hands in surrender: "I'm just fulfilling my lovely sister's wish, you can ask her directly."

"If you want to say why, is it incomprehensible to help someone who wants to live?" Zao Ji served himself and Xia Youjie a bowl of rice, and the latter gently touched his head, "Does Lizi want to live?" Just die as an astral body?"

Riko Tennouchi bowed her head in silence.

"The important thing is your own mind. No one is born to die." Zao Ji patted the back of her hand, and when Riko Tennai looked over in a daze, she showed her a sunny smile, "Don't worry Listen to the voice of the outside world, ignore the responsibilities imposed on yourself, and listen to your own true heart."

"As long as Riko says 'want to live', we will help you. Don't look at us like this, we are super powerful, and the magic world can't do anything to us."

Saki can hear Riko's "voice" from the beginning, so she can protect her behind her without any scruples.

Riko Tenuchi stared at the fragrant rice in the rice bowl, only to feel a hazy mist floating in front of her eyes, an unbearable sourness filled her nose, and even her vision was blurred.

"I... want to." Riko Tenuchi lay on the table, buried her face in her arms, refused to look up, and said choked up, "I want to live, I don't want to leave Heijing and Liangxia, I, I know this Very willful, but... I still have a lot of unfulfilled wishes, a lot of things I want to do, I am not willing to die like this, and I can't even leave my bones."

Kuroi Misato took her into her arms, and patted Riko Tenuchi's back distressedly. Her skirt was wet with Riko's tears, but she didn't care, her eyes were full of guilt.

"Riko, I'm sorry, I never realized what you were thinking..."

Riko Tennouchi cried even louder.

As if she wanted to accumulate the depression of more than ten years to the current bitterness, she burst out all at once. She cried out of breath, and hugged Kuroi Misato tightly, like a drowning person catching a floating... Wood.

Zao Ji quietly stuffed a mouthful of tofu into his mouth, and exchanged glances with the remaining two.

——The next step is to brush the copy, and it's time for you to perform.

……

Moon and night.

The High School of Conjuration had done a good job of evacuating the personnel in advance. There was no one around the Tokyo Tower, and the yellow cordon was coiled around. He cast a few curious glances, but when he met the guards' eyes, he was shocked, lowered his head and hurried away.

The two assistant supervisors of the High School of Conjuration walked forward with their suitcases, waiting for [Wings of Darkness] to show up.

However, what they waited for was a hoarse and indistinguishable sound after processing.

"Come a little further, to the position under the tower."

The assistant supervisor followed his words and deeds, and finally bypassed the cover of the building, and saw one of the hostages with bound hands and pale face, Xia Youjie.

Behind Xia Youjie was a vague white figure, it seemed that he was holding Xia Youjie back, making him unable to escape.

"Put the suitcase here."

Slap.The suitcase containing the cash fell heavily at the feet of the white figure.

The assistant supervisor calmed down his flustered heart, and whispered softly: "Master 'Apostle of Cang', this is the agreed deposit, your remaining two requirements have also been discussed with the higher-ups, and they are taking stock of their property, the higher-ups You will also have a look at the resignation letters of the two adults..."

The white figure smiled darkly: "What can a mere piece of paper explain? Bring people here, and then I will see the restraints on them."

"...Yes." The auxiliary supervisor lowered his head.

"For the sake of your sincerity, I will give you another day."

The white figure pushed behind Xia Youjie, indicating that he could leave.

"If you don't abide by the agreement, you know the consequences?" The white figure became more and more erratic, making it difficult to track his whereabouts. "I can't guarantee that the astral body and the six eyes will return safely."

"Understood."

It was in such a depressing and gloomy atmosphere that the first hostage exchange between the High School of Conjuration and the [Dark Wings] group came to an end.

The next second Xia Youjie returned to the college, he was taken away by the Noctua moth. It must be that the higher-ups had something to say to him, but he didn't panic at all, after all, he had already made a statement.

"Jie, you must tell the truth about the Black Wings." Ye Mozheng told him, "Believe in the power of the High School of Curse Arts, and the group of curse masters will definitely pay the price for provoking us like this."

Xia Youjie, who was sitting in the car, was silent for two seconds, and smiled hypocritically: "Okay, Teacher Ye Moth."

Sorry, Mr. Moth.

You thought I was a hostage who was frightened and returned to the high school, but I was actually an undercover agent sent by the Wing of Darkness!

This night, no one is destined to sleep.

In the morning of the next day, the high-level investigations were also completed, and they were tired of the quarrel, so they sent someone to contact the Black Wing again. The second wave of hostage exchange was scheduled for noon, and they both wanted Gojo Satoru and the astral body.

"It is said that the 'Apostle of Cang' showed up last night." The high-level executives thought to themselves, discussing in a low voice, "What about handing over the things to them for now, we set up an ambush in advance this time, so we don't have to worry about not being able to catch them."

Yusanjia also paid close attention to this kidnapping case and was willing to provide support.

Even if [Wings of Darkness] have hands and eyes that reach the sky, so what, can they fight against the famous Yusanjia in the world of magic with their own strength!

……

Arriving at the designated exchange place this time, the conjurer was dumbfounded.

Only Gojo Satoru, who seemed to have passed out, was lying beside the container, his hands were also bound, but other than that, there was no one around, and there was no white figure from last night at all!

"How is this going?"

Assistant Superintendent Erzhang was puzzled, he tentatively took a few steps forward, and then a hoarse voice from the corner frightened him stiff.

"Have you brought everything?"

"Yes... as long as you want, you can go through the property transfer procedures at any time, this is an agreement." The assistant supervisor took out a contract.

Because of the high-level power status, they don't need to go through the complicated procedures of the government like ordinary people. They just need to say something and someone will get it done-although their hearts are bleeding when they "speak".

"very good."

They couldn't hear each other's emotions.

All I could see was that the formation around Wujo Wu began to dissipate, and the ominous atmosphere lingering in the air also receded.

"You can take him away."

"Please wait a moment. These two are resigned high-level elders. This is the letter of resignation signed by them, which has binding effect!" The auxiliary supervisor hurriedly took out another document, and let the two old people behind him sideways, "You We have fulfilled the requirements, what about the astral body?"

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already been carried away by the high school personnel, and the medical staff squatted beside the stretcher, carefully checking his physical condition.

And that hoarse and indistinguishable voice was still floating in the air, like the whisper of a devil.

"Astroplasma? Oh—you said that."

Fang Wu smiled, and the malice contained in it almost turned into thick black mud. After boiling, bubbles bubbled out, and then overflowed.

"We tore up tickets."