5t5 please be a person!

The tradition of the conjuration world is to squeeze every labor force.

Joining the High School of Conjuration is equivalent to stepping into the abyss of 007 with one foot.

Within two days of class, I was assigned a task by the upper management, and the speed was so fast that it was unexpected.

Others were not so surprised.

Xia Youjie sighed, "I can't help it. The world of conjuration is really short of people. Wu and I have both received missions. It's good to be able to help everyone a little bit."

If Gojo Satoru hadn't been captured by the auxiliary supervisor in the morning (no), he would definitely jump out at this time to refute the remarks that were helpful.

Xia Youjie was really a good person before.

Suddenly such a sentence floated in my mind inexplicably, and before I had time to think about it, my thoughts were disturbed by the precautions that I was nagging.

She wants to go on missions with me, but unfortunately she has special abilities, so it is impossible for her superiors to agree.

"It's okay, it's just two level [-] spell spirits..." I comforted her in turn, "It's just that I'm a little nervous about the first mission, so you don't have to worry so much hahaha! How about we watch the new movie when we come back ?”

"You better not set a flag for yourself..." Jia Ruzi's hand trembling slightly while holding the cigarette.

"Pfft!" Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing, "Calm down, Jiarui, it's just two level [-] spell spirits. They need to be dealt with urgently because they appeared at school, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem at all."

"That's for you and Gojo! Now it's Yayoi's task!"

"Although I know it's because I'm worried, you underestimate me too much, Nitro! After hard training during this period, I have also become stronger!"

"People who failed the test are not qualified to say such things!"

"Glass you..." Xia Youjie hesitated for a second, but couldn't help but said, "You really look like her mother now..."

……

The students in the school where the curse spirit is located have been evacuated in an emergency, and the assistant superintendent skillfully put down the tents. After confirming the information with him, I walked in alone.

In fact, my speed of upgrading is not slow, and it can even be said to be fast if I don't compare with the perverts around me. In terms of strength, I am already a third-level conjurer, but I haven't had time to submit an application.

From a pure rookie to this level, I feel that my aptitude should not be too bad?

It's just that in everyone's eyes, this strength is still very weak...

To be honest, if I wasn't surrounded by super geniuses, I wouldn't be so miserable in the comparison, so much so that when the conjurer can beat the same level of magic spirits, Nitro is actually worried that I won't be able to beat two fourth levels...

How can I say that I am also a regular magician!

I checked all the places where the campus horror legends would be produced, and finally found that the two curse spirits arranged by the task were hiding in the women's toilets on different floors.

The combat environment isn't great, but it's not too bad to be unbearable.

It is the fact that the two curse spirits are in the toilet, which makes people a little inexplicably concerned, and always feels that there is something that has been overlooked.

This made me worry about other toilets for no reason after I got rid of them. I just inspected the toilets on each floor before leaving.

This inspection found something wrong...

I actually found the third curse spirit!

It's even a high-level spell spirit. The moment I saw it, I realized that the two I found just now should be its little brothers, easily (one of them even made a loud noise when I walked to the entrance of the stairs. The voice) let me discover the purpose is to cover up its existence.

They cannot leave the place where they were born before they become special grades, and this is the only way to escape the search of the conjurer.

Blood clots, meat paste, meridians, and entanglements formed a huge lump.

A strong smell of blood came out, mixed with a strange rancid smell, which made people sick.

"felt it……"

"On you..."

"The same...resentment..."

Like the friction of flesh and blood, and like the screams of countless women, the creepy voice uttered sentences that were so broken that they were difficult to distinguish.

I barely maintained my sanity and ran without turning around.

At least level two, no, this pressure may be level one, but no matter what level I can handle it!You have to find a way to escape!

Turning around and running is the most stupid way. Showing your back in front of something that is several times or even ten times faster than me is simply shouting "I'm scared, and there's nothing I can do, come and kill me."

Totally suicidal.

Even according to usual standards, it can be said that it is close at hand from where I stand to the door.

But for me now, this is simply a nutritious lunch standing on the 50-meter runway at the starting point with a large dog.

As soon as the starting gun is fired, the concept of moving breaks the delicate balance, and the big dogs will rush to eat the lunch delivered to the door in an instant.

Find a way to distract it, and take advantage of that opportunity... just one second, no, half a second is enough, even if it gets hurt a little bit!

I thought about this quickly in my mind. In reality, only an instant passed, and I began to think about the words of the curse spirit again. What is the same resentment?

Once it is related to the curse, it can easily find the loopholes in my heart, and the difficulty of escaping will increase exponentially.

Although the possibility of successful escape is now very low.But I can't let it get lower!

The appearance, the blood, and the specific occasion of the women's bathroom, could it be the fear of abortion?

Not at all, there must be such people, but it is impossible to have so many high-level magic spirits in the school!

Could it be a campus bullying incident?

But I am not from this school, so there is no way to have the same resentment through this!

There must be something I have overlooked, and I am soberly aware of it.

And just after realizing this, the uncontrollable fear gradually expanded in my heart, and I couldn't help breathing faster, and the bloody smell in the air made me panic even more.

A dead end, no matter which way you go, it's a dead end!

I restrained my urge to retreat, and I couldn't show cowardice. The consequence of encountering a high-level spell last time was that I was gone. This time... I won't be fucking gone again!

I don't know if I can be resurrected this time, if I can't... Forget it, it won't be much better if I can be resurrected.

Dying in the toilet is the worst possible ending!

The curse spirit seemed to feel my fear, and the voice became harsher, "Overfill...overfill..."

The blood around it surged, and the flesh shrank with the fluctuations, and the stinky blood became a regular tide. It screamed and cursed, "Feel the pain—"

Depend on!I can only run first and then talk!

If you can't think of a way, you can't stand still and wait for death!

To die is to die!

I aimed at the spell spirit as fast as I could, cast the most lethal spell I could, and at the same time ran towards the door without hesitation.

not good!Hired!

The moment I jumped, the sharp pain in my stomach made me fall back to the ground.

it hurts!

The severe pain made me think that there was a hole in my stomach, but I found that there was no blood on my stomach. I reached out and touched it, and unexpectedly found that my body was intact.

So is it an attack on the guts?I was dizzy thinking about it.

There was an unbearable pain in my waist and abdomen, as if a hand in my lower abdomen grabbed my internal organs and dragged them down.

I reluctantly raised my head to observe the curse spirit. As expected, my attack just now did not cause the slightest bit of damage to it, and the level difference was too large to break the defense at all.

The curse spirit had no intention of continuing to attack, but just observed me quietly, as if dissatisfied with my performance, the tide surged again, and the pain in my stomach suddenly became more intense.

The familiar pain gave me a clue, combined with the characteristics of the curse spirit...

This is—the curse formed by women's fear and hatred of menstruation!

Has the hatred for menstruation reached the point where it can form a high-level spell!

Good guy, really good guy!

Can't beat it, really can't beat it!

For a moment, my brain went blank. The skills of this curse spirit are so terrifying, it can actually make people experience the pain of my aunt!

I don’t know why, but this curse spirit didn’t continue to attack me, but just quietly watched me huddled up on the ground, as if very satisfied with this scene(?) Maybe it just likes to see my aunt dying in pain... …Bar?

Apart from this, I can't find any other explanation.

After all, the emotions of ordinary people will become the nourishment of the curse spirit.But the conjurer's emotions will only be converted into his own spell power, and the guess that it wants to raise me as a long-term battery is totally unreasonable...

In short... first find a way to find help outside the venue.

That's what I said, but it won't work no matter how you think about taking out the phone directly in front of the curse spirit!

Taking advantage of the opportunity of rolling over in pain, I covered my left hand under my body, quietly put it in my pocket, muted the phone, and pressed the emergency dial.

As soon as I got the new phone, I had the foresight to set Gojo Satoru as an emergency contact, and it really came in handy!

Before the bell rang, I hung up the call.

My next task is to save my life before he comes to the rescue.

The severe pain almost wiped out my sanity, and as long as I had the intention to approach the door, or even just glance over there, the pain would intensify a bit.

This mantra taught me like it was teaching a pet, telling me - not over there.

At the beginning, I still had the energy to think about how long it would take Gojo Satoru to come over. In the end, I couldn't remember what I was doing here, and the only thing I could think of was the words "It hurts."

New hatred and old hatred come to my heart together, big aunt, my enemy for life!

"Boom!"

A figure against the light appeared at the door, and a familiar voice complained quite dissatisfied, "You actually let the invincible Gojo Wu-sama come to the women's toilet, tsk, curse spirit, have you thought about how you're going to die?"

The spirit of struggling to support was relaxed, and my eyes suddenly went dark, and I almost fell into a coma.

yes, saved...

Gojo Satoru is a man who should have an advantage against this curse spirit...it should be...

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