The high school still has the mark of the gold thread, and it is not difficult to return to Tokyo.

I teleported to the gate of the high school with the Ema, and the intercepting tent was much weaker than before. The lively high school is now deserted, and the empty campus has a vaguely terrifying and gloomy atmosphere.

"Nitro--"

I skillfully walked to the infirmary and knocked on the door.

The sleep-deprived Nitzi opened the door with national treasure-level dark circles on his face, and looked behind me again.

Ema stood about an inch behind me, met her gaze, and showed a bright smile.

"This is an ema." I introduced

Nitro nodded as a response.

"Wait for a few minutes, I'll pack the medical kit." Nitzi turned around and walked to the operating table, took the bloody scalpel and wiped it.

In the gray infirmary room, the air is filled with the smell of disinfectant and a touch of blood. The beds are separated by layers of white curtains, and the picturesque people are photocopied on the tents. For a moment, people can't tell who are lying on the beds. Whether it is the living or the dead.

"Let's go." Taking advantage of a few scrutiny, Nitro quickly packed up the things he needed.

I nodded, took her hand, and was just about to move when a booming sound resounded from the outside world, and then the walls began to vibrate. The violent tremors caused the house to collapse, and the cement stones and choking dust almost instantly blocked it. Out of sight, a huge tent above the sky encompasses the entire city of Tokyo.

The Tour of Death and Death has begun!

Seeing the beams and pillars and the stones and steel bars smashed down, I immediately unfolded the gold wires, and the gold wires turned into sharp fine nets to support a square space.

Ema opened her arms to block me, staring warily at the top of the gold thread.

"Is the curse riot?"

Nitro's expression became haggard and serious in the dim light.

I tried to teleport back to Kawasaki City, but the link mark was blocked in Tokyo City through the curtain. I let go of my consciousness and circled outside. My face sank and I had a guess.

"There is a special spatial art that covers the entire city of Tokyo."

I briefly explained the matter of death and death to Nitro.

After listening to my explanation, Nitro's expression was serious, and he said, "We must contact Principal Ye Moth as soon as possible. During this time, all the conjurers have been concentrated outside to carry out the task of clearing them."

The curse spirits thrown in the station will riot indiscriminately. How can the curse masters who are hostile to the magic world miss this opportunity?

Ordinary people in a corner are also drawn into the battlefield. Originally, the magicians only need to fight against the curse spirits and curse masters. Under the rules of death and death tour, this situation will evolve into ordinary people, magicians, curse spirits and curses. The division's multi-party melee!

And ordinary people without spells, under the rules, are simply the food to be competed on the table!

"Can the spell be broken?" Nitro asked

After all, the barrier of death and return is just a special space technique. Since the "impossibility" of the prison gate has been cracked, the space barrier of death and return is not completely hopeless.

"……needs time."

In order to release the Prison Gate, I consumed a lot of magic power. I am still in the recovery period. I originally wanted to end the death tour in advance by awakening Gojo Satoru. Now this plan has been put on hold, and the death tour has started. It cannot be put on this matter until the situation has stabilized.

And from the future me, I learned that according to the original progress, the release of the space spell was not completed until the later stage, and it even brought the price of my death.

"Let me contact Principal Night Moth first." I looked at Nitro, showing a consoling smile, trying to calm down the atmosphere a bit, "It seems that the original leisure trip will be cancelled."

Hearing what I said, Nitro sighed deeply.

"It doesn't matter anymore... I just hope the situation doesn't get too bad..."

Ema stared at the blocking golden thread and violently lifted the stones that buried us, and returned to the ground. After the turmoil, the quiet campus turned into a mess. Like some wild land.

While assisting Ema to clean up, I launched a conscious search. Under the urgent notice of the golden thread, Noctua gathered a small group of conjurers stationed in Tokyo and hurried back to the high school.

Although I know that there are few conjurers, but looking at the pitiful number in front of me, I still can't help but wonder, "Why are there only a few people?"

Night Moth shook his head with a rather helpless expression.

With Wujo's disappearance and the rampant spells, the decadent magic world has long fallen into disorder, and registered magicians are basically attached to the power of each family no matter what the situation is.

In the competition among all parties to divide up the interests, the task of clearing and suppressing is just to maintain a temporary balance, the result of multi-party negotiation, and some low-level and magicians who really value the lives of ordinary people are working for it.

At this time, the joining of the death and death tour is just throwing another garbage into the sewage, and the dirt hidden under the water is naturally indifferent before the garbage hits itself.

Yi Dizhi adjusted his glasses tremblingly, took out his cell phone, "Maybe... I can contact you again..."

"No." I declined softly.

Yi Dizhi's phone call at this time is just seeking humiliation, this group of ugly hyenas are only driven by profit, or fists.

"Give me the list, and I will personally invite these big shots."

Noctua looked right at the gods in the crowd. Her height, which was not considered tall, seemed a little short among the tall and thin crowd. She was smiling at the corner of her mouth at the moment, but there was a strong coercion around her, which made everyone bow their heads and hold their breath. Don't dare to compete with it.

The mantra overflowed from the body, and a bright and dazzling golden flower suddenly bloomed in the air. The majestic mantra was majestic and sacred. Before everyone thought about it, the golden flower decomposed into a golden thread that stretched far away and scattered in all directions. Gone in the blink of an eye.

"Okay..." I turned my head and showed a gentle smile, and the conjurers around me subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Now let's wait for the good news in the waiting room."

The golden thread shuttled through the forested or collapsed buildings, searching for the figure of the conjurer, and bagged the prey into the bowl before being caught.

a family room

A high-ranking old man lay leisurely on the tatami mat, his wrinkled and dry skin was covered by a smooth silk ribbon, and a young maid held a wine bottle and quietly half-kneeled to pour him wine.

In the blink of an eye, the golden thread wrapped around him violently!

"Wow! What is this!" Only a wail was made in time.

"Ah! My lord!!"

The jade-made wine dish fell to the ground, and the maid screamed and fell to the side, looking at the empty tatami in horror.

Tokyo city streets

"Hu-hu-"

The two magicians were being chased by several first-level magic spirits, and they were short of breath.

Having been assigned several days of high-intensity suppression work, the two of them were already exhausted, and their spell power was also on the verge of exhaustion.

"boom!"

The road ahead was suddenly blocked by collapsing rocks, and the two fleeing in panic fell to death for a while.

Still can't escape...

A conjurer stopped, closed his eyes, and waited for death.

Another black-clothed conjurer showed unwillingness, but he also knew that his death was imminent, so he could only curse loudly at the curse spirit.

"In my next life! I'll be a dog or a pig! I won't be this curse-breaker anymore!"

Several first-level spell spirits approached their prey, sneered and launched an attack——

A brief golden light flashed, and all the attacks fell on the stones behind the conjurers, but there were no figures of the two conjurers on the gravel all over the ground.

Curse Spirit:?

The two conjurers in the corner were taken to the meeting room.

The meeting room on the upper floor of the high school link has been destroyed by the shock, leaving only one stone table intact. The collapsed walls are reassembled under the bond of Ema's magic power, while the broken stones and soil blocks in the room are still intact. Swept away by me with a golden thread.At the moment, the conference room is clean and bright, standing out among the ruins.

"Ahhh-!"

The terrified screams of the black-clothed conjurer echoed in the quiet conference room, making it particularly loud.

The companions who were pulled together opened their eyes irritably, and were dumbfounded when they saw the environment they were in.

"Stop screaming, stop screaming." He grabbed his screaming companion in black.

The black-clothed conjurer sobbed and stopped screaming, and said angrily: "Dead is dead, so what if you scream twice—"

In the tidy conference room, a beautiful woman sat at the head of the round table, a pair of amber glass eyes looked at her with a half-smile, and several other magicians sat beside her with solemn expressions , like a respectful and obedient guard beside the gods.

Except for these glamorous gods, the rest of the people stood with him quietly, their faces were expressionless, their clothes were scratched, and their shoes were covered with mud.

Looking at the carved stone table, the sorcerer in black couldn't help but wonder about the round table meeting:

"Is Huangquan today so modern..."

He thought he was dead, looked around in disbelief, and when he took a closer look, he found many familiar faces on the other side of the ground, including those who forced his loyalty and oppressed him.

The man was tied up by Golden God and fell to the ground, so he didn't notice it at first sight.

Now the two have switched identities, he is standing, while the man is falling down.

"Ha, so it's your kid!"

With a proud expression on his face, as if his revenge had been avenged, he walked up to that person, and kicked that person fiercely under the eyes of everyone!

"Let you quit your job! You deserve it! You must be punished! Haha——"

He laughed triumphantly, and then bowed respectfully to the woman sitting in the middle of the round table, "I am ignorant, what is the name of this immortal?"

"What is the process of reincarnation now? Can I wait to reincarnate later? I want to teach this person a few more lessons." He gave the person a resentful look, "This person is vicious and merciless. It killed many people, and now it has fallen into my hands!"

"Haha——" the conjurers around couldn't hold back their laughter.

Although Ema didn't understand what the people around were laughing at, she also stared curiously at the black-clothed conjurer who was talking to himself.

Nitro curled his hair playfully in his seat, looking like he was watching a show.

Stopping the Noctua Moth that wanted to interrupt his righteous path, I pretended to be serious and said, "You can talk about reincarnation and revenge later, but according to the procedure, there is a document that needs your signature and signature."

I raised my hand, and the docile golden thread rolled up the document and dropped it in front of the black-clothed conjurer.

Confused, he took the document from Jinxian's hand, and read out the title of the document naturally:

"Tokyo Conjurer Management Proposal..."

The hand holding the document trembled slightly. Under the idiotic eyes of his companions, the conjurer looked sad and staggered.

"Could it be that there are curse spirits under the underworld!? I still want to continue to be this shit magician? No—!"

"You idiot!"

The companion couldn't see it, so he punched him, "We were all saved by this lord! You didn't die at all!"

"Huh? Oh, so..."

The conjurer fell silent, then froze in place silently.

—Someone is alive, but he is dead!

——I regret it now, I regret it very much! !

I looked around the conference room with a smile:

The golden thread searched efficiently, and the empty meeting rooms that were cleared were filled with conjurers, and they were divided into two groups according to their personalities——

The difficult thorns were tied up and thrown on the ground, while the rest of the conjurers who could communicate stood and enjoyed their personal freedom.

This strange yet familiar scene was engraved in the hearts of everyone present. For those standing, there seemed to be an extra road in front of them.

A path of dignity and freedom.

Seeing me smiling calmly, the dignitaries who fell on the ground became even more distorted, which formed a sharp contrast in the eyes of others.

"Now that everyone is here, the meeting can begin."

I stood up and waved my hand casually, and the person bound by the golden thread floated up.

"I'm a very reasonable person. I've shown you the bill. If you have any objections, you can raise them now."

"Reasonable!?" An old man smirked and twisted his body, "Could this be the reason for your hospitality? Bind us like animals?!"

"Do you think we'll give in like this!"

The old man's words were like a stone thrown into stagnant water, stirring up waves, and the other bound conjurers spoke one after another:

"That's right! This is all power!"

"Where is the yellow-haired girl! Do you know my identity! I advise you to let me go!"

"I will never accept such absurd proposal!"

……

The voice of opposition was like a wave, flooding the meeting room for a while.

The old man was complacent, obviously very satisfied with this scene, he took it easy, and then said: "Young man, you don't know the current situation, it's better not to point your fingers—"

Before the words were finished, the bound golden thread was suddenly tightened, and the tightly bound muscles swelled in the gaps, like pork belly thrown into a cooking pot waiting to be cooked. Le was too speechless, and no one made a sound in the meeting room except for the old man's intermittent "hohoh".

The control of the home court returned to the owner's hands again, and the atmosphere froze instantly.

Everyone looked at the woman on the main seat in shock—her face was expressionless, and her clear amber colored glazed eyes were staring at those who opposed her. Her eyes were like ferocious beasts. Huge coercion was gushing out of her body, suffocating The sense of oppression is even more terrifying than that of a super-level curse spirit.

The last person who could bring such a sense of danger is already on the missing list... Who is she? !

"Okay, we can continue the discussion now." I looked at the conjurers standing aside, "Do you have any comments?"

The conjurer who was scanned frantically shook his head, agreeing wholeheartedly.

— Are you kidding, do you disagree?

——Do you want to join the luxurious pork belly meal?

The old man tied with gold thread threw it in front of my eyes with a slap, and his distorted old face was completely covered by the messy hair after the bun fell off.

The corner of my mouth curled up, but there was no smile in my eyes.

"Don't make a mistake."

The golden thread dangled him leisurely in the air.

"I didn't come here to let the maggots dictate and cause trouble."

The old man seemed to be enduring some terrible torture. He trembled greatly, his eyes were closed tightly, and he completely lost his previous arrogance.

"Amber." Night Moth reminded from the side.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to these maggots, at least not now."

I smiled, looked at everyone, and raised my voice again: "Everyone, obviously under the cover of caring people, many people have forgotten my name, especially—you."

Everyone looked at the bound person.

I casually smiled, "So, a belated self-introduction."

"I, myself, the current president of the Sun Moon Club, a former high school outstanding student, half a student of the Night Moth Zhengdao, and a friend of the missing person Gojo Satoru—Shan Shen, Hu Po.

That's right, I'm not a human being, so I can't stand the rules set by the stinky old man, so I can understand and forgive him for acting a little arrogantly. "

Looking at some people with increasingly weird faces, my tone was a bit mocking:

"It seems that someone has already remembered? The mountain god who disappeared for several years has returned to his place again. Some people are quite frightened..."

"Amber." Night Moth interrupted my taunt, "Proposal, say the proposal."

"Okay." I coughed twice and changed the subject, "Anyway——"

"What I want to tell you is that what you are facing now is a more severe and inescapable crisis than before."

"As the mountain god who protects peace, I, with my tolerance and kindness towards human beings, am about to come out to save this poor man. Even though some of them are not worthy of my protection, I don't mind expanding my protection a little bit. scope.

However, I don't want someone to use this to push their noses in the face and cause me unnecessary little trouble, understand? "

I loosened the tight golden thread, and the sorcerers fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Just to make it clear to you I'm not joking..."

The golden thread drew a white light sharply in the air, and the solid stone table that survived the collapse was instantly shattered into mud, and the slightly raised dust fell on the faces of the opponents, with an indescribable provocation, but no one dared to raise their hands to clean it up. .

"Before the trouble comes out, I will personally eliminate the person who caused the trouble, unless you really want to test my patience with your life."

The reactionary characters on the ground trembled like quails, and silently lowered their once high heads.

"very good."

I nodded, and then looked at the group of people standing aside:

"Remember, absolute strength can crush all conspiracies! And only unity can exert the greatest strength!"

"In the next battle, I will try my best to protect each of you. I hope you will work together and do everything you can to save this terrible situation."

"The safety of Tokyo is in the hands of each of you. Whether it is safe or not depends on you!"

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