With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

Although he looks handsome in killing ghosts, but...

Fu Heihui felt that there was a communication barrier between him and him.

This person is like a ghost slayer without emotion, and will rush away if he detects any aura related to ghosts.

He is strong.

When Fu Heihui saw him cut off the ghost, which made him feel tricky, he only needed one move.

He found that his spells and mantras were ineffective against ghosts, probably because of the different energy systems.

And similarly, Ming couldn't kill the curse spirit either.

When he couldn't completely exorcise the curse spirit with several consecutive moves, Fu Heihui saw that his hand holding the knife was a little unsteady, as if it had become stiff after repeating a movement many times, so he was sure that he saw The knife style, which seems so powerful that it almost looks like a magic technique that can be used in seconds, took a lot of damage to him.

Fortunately, Fu Heihui caught the flaw of the curse spirit and expelled it.

"It's alright."

Seeing that Ming Ye's condition was not very good, he asked aloud.

His inquiries went unanswered.

But after a long time, Fu Heihui heard the other party's low voice squeezed out from between the teeth.

"Interesting."

……what.

Fu Heihui even thought he had heard wrong.

But the boy's deep, firm voice told him again that he really thought so.

"you……"

Fu Heihui felt that his state was very wrong, and then the curse spirit that emerged from the shadow made him highly concentrated, so he didn't go to Guan Mingye again.

Is it a gathering place for curse spirits?

Fu Heihui followed the information provided by the High School of Conjuration to investigate step by step. For some unknown reason, the information showed that the curse spirit and the ghost were mixed together, so Ming also went with him along the way.

The curse spirit overflowing from the dark place has no fixed form, and squirms and approaches like a dark shadow.

Fu Heihui, who had consumed a lot of physical strength to exorcise the curse spirit before, didn't know what chance he had of winning.

As soon as he gestured to use the spell, Ming, who had been silent at the side, approached the curse spirit at a speed that his naked eyes could barely catch the silhouette.

"So fast."

As soon as Fu Heihui sighed, the young man in front of him had already slashed straight down the top of the curse spirit, and he couldn't tell that he was tired just now.

The sword style of the boy with long moon white hair is always accompanied by gray dust.

It is obviously more like a lot of dust that has not been swept away, rolled up with his saber energy, but when Fu Heihui saw those, he felt like flying catkins, gray and fine, woven together and like a large piece Condensed gray fog.

It's just simpler than most of the spells he's seen.

He split the spell.

The blade gleamed white.

"It can't be killed...then, let's destroy it slowly."

Fu Heihui saw the white shattered hair hanging down beside his cheek, and the tip brushed against the corner of his slightly raised lips.

Really... so handsome.

Fu Heihui suddenly burst out with powerful spell power, and he rushed up following Ming Ye's footsteps.

Obviously he didn't need to do it himself, but Fu Heihui used the simplest fist to exorcise the curse spirit.

Fortunately, the level of this curse spirit was not high. When Fu Heihui fell, the curse spirit was shattered by his spell power, but he didn't have much strength to stabilize his figure.

A hand caught him as he fell, helping him to stay on the ground.

Ming also stared at him with gilt eyes.

Fu Heihui guessed that he had something to say.

And Ming also seemed to be delayed, after staring at him for a while, he said, "Do you want to be a ghost slayer with me?"

It was an interrogative sentence, but there was no questioning tone, but Fu Heihui could still feel that he was asking sincerely.

"...Ghost Slayer?"

Fu Heihui didn't agree or refuse, he followed the other party's words and asked.

"Yeah." Ming just nodded slowly.

Fu Heihui: ...

No matter how strong his understanding ability is, he still can't understand the meaning of Ming Ye's um.

But... According to the short time we got along, Fu Heihui still guessed some of his speaking habits, it seemed that it was just a little delayed.

Sure enough, he would recover his physical strength after a while, Ming also explained: "...Because I didn't know what to do, so I became a ghost slayer."

"..." Fu Heihui didn't ask him why he only had a first name but no surname, nor did he ask him about his family information, he just thought he should be a person with a story.

But everyone has a story.

Fu Heihui didn't want to know more curiosity, he just said: "I probably can't be a ghost slayer, I'm a magician, my target is those monsters that you can't get rid of just now."

Ming also thought for a while, and then said, "It sounds very similar to me."

"……Um."

In a sense it does.

Most of the communication between Fu Heihui and Ming Ye was Fu Heihui asking, and Ming would answer him, but Fu Heihui was not a talkative person, and the atmosphere between the two of them was still dominated by keeping silent and moving forward.

The more I investigated Fu Heihui, the more I felt that something was wrong. Most of the cursed spirits who jumped out to be exorcised were very weak, and the process of exorcising was also incredibly smooth.

There are even some curse spirits who were already in a weak state of half exorcism when they appeared, and they could even see the curse spirits of the civil war, which was something Fu Heihui had never seen before.

Can curse spirits actually fight among themselves...

It's like... an internal struggle in nature, where the weak prey on the strong.

He made up his mind.

But in any case, the occurrence of such internal strife is indeed more beneficial to the magic world.

He kept a detailed record of various events encountered along the way.

"But... is it really that simple?"

Fu Heihui's intuition told him that all this might not be as simple as it appeared on the surface. He looked up and saw that his footsteps were steady and his expression was so calm that he could see Ming Ye... um, impatient.

"Mr. Fuhei."

He speaks.

Fu Heihui looked at him suspiciously.

"...how long will it take to draw the sword."

Hearing his seldom overflowing emotion, and his complaining tone, Fu Heihui just wanted to sigh.

Fu Heihui closed his eyes, and soon Gojo Wu's voice of sighing and getting old soon began to echo in his ears, and Fu Heihui opened his eyes silently with a twitch in the corner of his eyes.

"...Speaking of which, your sword skills are indeed very strong."

Fu Heihui changed the subject, trying to calm down the fighting madman in front of him.

"It's breathing."

Almost instant answer.

... The topic of fighting and sword skills came back quickly.Fu Heihui understood, it turns out that Ming also has the ability to answer in seconds.

Then he didn't say another word.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence again.

Fu Heihui: "...I noticed that your knives are very special."

"It's the Sun Wheel Knife."

After a few syllables, there was another silence.

Fu Heihui wanted to sigh very much.

Without any explanation, he just threw out a noun, and Fu Heihui took out his mobile phone, but unfortunately, the omnipotent search software couldn't provide him with half of the information.

Fu Heihui can be sure that Ming is not from this world, or should come from the same place as the "ghost".

If you really want to describe it, Fu Heihui thinks it's like everything in the world is born and restrained by each other. With curses, there are conjurers, and with ghosts, there are ghost slayers.

Although the real reason he went to determine it was an unnutritious conversation between him and the other party.

——"It's late at night, don't you want to go back and rest?"

Shaking his head.

"……where do you live?"

Shaking his head.

"Are you chasing ghosts?"

Firm eyes.

Fu Heihui felt that he was continuing to communicate with the other party, and that he was going to collapse, but no matter what he asked, the other party would answer, but he would not take the initiative to ask questions or raise topics.

To some extent, it seems that he is only moving forward for the goal of killing ghosts.

Fu Heihui calmed down and stopped thinking about the other party.

Fu Heihui really wants to get more information, but the person who has the information is such a difficult guy to communicate with.

It was a very fulfilling night.

Fu Heihui couldn't remember how many spells he had cast, how many injuries he had suffered, and how many curse spirits he had expelled. Even though those things were so weak that they would shatter when touched, his recovery ability was far away. Far less than the consumption speed.

When it was dawn, Ming also rested quietly on one side with his weapon in his arms, and Fu Heihui also sat down to recover his strength.

"Slaying ghosts, is it important?"

Fu Heihui looked at the morning sun slowly rising from the half of the sky exposed between the interlaced buildings in the distance.

Seems to be a nice sunny day.

"……Um."

Ming also replied calmly: "Because I have seen the future."

"I saw that the people I cherished couldn't resist the temptation to become a ghost, and became a ghost."

Fu Heihui was shocked by the huge information contained in his words and his brain froze for a moment. After slowly digesting it, he asked: "...seeing the future... no, wait, ghosts, are they transformed by people? ?”

Ming also looked at him calmly. The moon-white long-haired boy was holding his weapon. His long hair was high and he was dressed in a different era, making him look like a warrior from another era who appeared across time and space.

"As far as I know, yes."

Ming also spoke in a narrative tone.

Fu Heihui instantly imagined the picture of Ming Ye seeing the future, and then blackening it out. In order to save the cherished person, he took up the knife and decided to kill all the ghosts in the world and become the unknown savior.

He silently removed the picture from his mind.

"...Just like the curse spirit, if they are all born from human beings, they will never be cut off."

Fu Heihui's voice didn't sound fluctuating, anyway, this is a fact that has been known and established for a long time.

"...Besides, since we already know the future, why not use another method to reverse it?"

Fu Heihui looked at Ming Ye and asked with a frown.

Ming was also silent for a long time.

Wait until the sun rises from the horizon to the sky, and then turns to the apex.

He replied slowly: "Because it's like a book in your hand."

"I'm not the author of it."

"I just flipped through it and got to the last page of it."

"The book is clearly in my hand, but I either tear off a few pages of its internal symbolic process, or scribble out the words I don't want to see."

"Its ending is all set, it was the page I first turned to."

After all... In this world, the direction of each character is predetermined.

Ming Ye's face was expressionless, but there were ripples in his heart.

If he's a true original character, there's nothing he can do, which he ain't.

But the sad thing is that... he can only change the so-called "destiny" in this "game world" that has no meaning to him, or to the generation of gods.

Fu Heihui didn't immediately respond to his remarks.

The certainty and changeability of fate is itself a refutation.

This topic has different answers, different debates, and different conclusions.

But that's not something they need to think about.

He stood up.

"but……"

Fu Heihui made a sound.

"Aren't you moving forward now to change all that?"

"It's annoying."

Fu Heihui made a low voice.

Just when he was about to pull Ming Ye up and leave here.

Misfortunes are in vain.

He heard a sweet, familiar calling.

"benefit."