no worldly appeal

Jianren Nanami walked a few steps from the park to his temporary apartment when he received a call from Gojo Satoru.

He lifted the bag in his hand and felt a little headache.

.. To be honest, he didn't want to answer the phone call from this senior at all, even though he actually had something to tell Gojo Satoru.

It must be no good for Gojo Satoru to take the initiative to find himself. This is already an intuition brought about by him as a junior who has been honed for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Jianren Qihai still picked it up.

"This is Qihai Jianren." He said, "What's the matter, Wujo—"

"Yo, Qihai." The voice on the other side smiled, "Just got off work?"

Jianren Qihai responded in a low voice, which was regarded as a reply to his words.

"Speaking of which, did I tell you?" Gojo Satoru obviously didn't care about his indifference, but instead said with great interest, "I picked up an interesting kid! His name is Yuzu Yuhito!"

He lifted the knotted knotweed Yuren who was gradually sliding down under his arm, ignored Fu Heihui's unbearable gaze, and continued, "You should have heard of Hui's previous mission, right?"

Jianren Qihai never thought that Gojo Satoru would mention this.He heard it from the assistant supervisor, before checking the special magic item——

That is to say, the work of Nuo fingers on both sides was taken away by Wutiao Wuling, and finally handed over to Fu Heihui.

He frowned, and leaned against the bus stop sign, while waiting for the bus, he waited for Gojo Satoru's next words.

Could something be wrong?

"It's like this." Gojo Satoru said lightly, "A kid ate the fingers of Liangmian Su Nuo. By the way, he is still alive."

Before Qihai Jianren on the opposite side could speak, he continued, "So I plan to bring him back to the high school first, how about it?"

Jianren Qihai: "..So, he became a container for two-faced Nuo?"

Leaving aside a large part of the cause and effect omitted in the middle, bring him back to the high school?Kujo Wutiao Wu could figure it out, taking him back would be the end of execution, not much different from the execution of the child on the spot.

"Yeah." Gojo Satoru didn't realize there was anything wrong, "Do you know what's more interesting—he can control the time when the two-faced Su Nuo appears, isn't it fun?"

He even talked and gestured, "Swish it back, and then swish it back again, it's fun!"

For the seniors whose childlike innocence is still intact (or sometimes the mental age is no more than seven years old), Jianren Qihai chooses to remain silent.

"Qami, Qihai?" After not hearing a reply for a long time, Gojo Satoru pretended to ask on the phone, "Are you listening——Qihai?"

Fu Heihui, who was sitting next to him, was holding Xijiufu's bag, and reminded unbearably, "Teacher Wutiao, voice."

Didn't he look at the people on the side (even if they were half a carriage away from them) they were quite dissatisfied!

Does this guy even realize he's on the Shinkansen - so why don't he just teleport back to take the Shinkansen, bastard!

"I'm listening." Jianren Qihai was silent for a while, "What are you going to do?"

Does he really want to keep the child?It's unbelievable, but it's also in line with Wujo Satoru's style as usual - messing around.

Gojo Satoru pretended to be stupid: "How about what?"

He put down his upturned legs, gestured with his eyes to Fu Heihui, who was pretending that he didn't exist, and took the knotweed Yuren who was still clamped in the middle of the seat with his eyes closed. By the way, he changed his hand and took Fu Hei Huihuai Xi Jiufu, "Oh, anyway, let's take it back first, let's talk about the ideas of those old guys."

Jianren Qihai let out a deep breath, "I see."

But it is impossible for him to really go against the rules and follow Wujo Wu to save the child who has become a double-faced Nuo container. Wujo Wu probably just wants him to hold his reservations for the time being.

Before Gojo Satoru could continue to speak, he changed the topic, "I just met a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid on the way home from get off work."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl with a dirty face, disheveled hair and worn clothes was sitting on the ground in the park, leaning against the signboard.

He was obviously dressed like a vagrant, but his eyes were clean and transparent.

This made Jianren Qihai, who basically didn't meddle in other people's business, couldn't help but feel a little moved, even though he clearly understood that relying on his own soft heart can't do more, and maybe it will lead to a worse ending.

"She has a very strong talent." He said, "Being able to control her spell power in the early stage and prevent the spell power from leaking out may not be low."

Gojo Satoru, who had been listening to Nanami Jianren's words for a while, sat up straight.

"You mean she has the potential to become a conjurer." He took a bite of Xi Jiufu, and teased the increasingly serious student, "It's really not easy, it turns out that Qihai recommended students to me. Ah? I'm a little surprised. Roughly where?"

Qihai Jianren reported an address, which was the location of the park where he had just met Kusano Huali.

"I just think she might be willing to choose another path." He stated calmly, "I just got in touch with her, and the state of her spell power—" Not optimistic?About to riot?

When Jianren Qihai said this, he suddenly woke up as if a glass had been broken.

He had just seen a large amount of restrained mana in the girl's body under close contact.So without thinking too much, I judged that she should be a talented conjurer.

However, looking back now, Qihai Jianren's focus has shifted to another place——

This concentration of magic power is not as thin as a normal magician or curser, but more like a curse spirit.

How could he ignore this?Now it seems that there are strange things everywhere.

In fact, except for the six-eyed owner of the Wujo family, there is not much difference in the distinction between curse spirits, curse masters, and conjurers.And distinguishing the filthy traces left by curse spirits and curse masters is also the first lesson for freshmen.

A curse master is just a conventional name for a curse master who has betrayed the magic world, and the specific method of distinguishing a curse spirit from a curse master mainly depends on the traces of curse power remaining on the scene, also known as filth.

Among them, those with heavier negative emotions and higher concentrations are generally caused by curse spirits, and the filth left by the curse master will be thinner. The difference may be a cake wrapped in cream and a cup with only two drops of cream added. Clear water.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the two high school boys who were still talking and laughing when he left without realizing it, Jianren Nanami gripped the phone tightly.

After explaining to Gojo Satoru, he hung up the phone and ran towards the park entrance on the other side.

Hope everything is still in time.

When Jianren Qihai rushed to the park, he found that the two boys were still sitting on the cloak, smiling stupidly at the pile of money, and whispering a few words from time to time.

The girl between them has long since disappeared, and the bowl in front of them has also disappeared.

If it weren't for the wet tissue paper he just sent out, which was still hanging halfway on the outer edge of the trash can, he would really think that he had some kind of illusion.

It's been less than half an hour since he left, what happened?

While thinking about this question, Nanami Jianren walked towards the location of Kai Teng Shun and Miko Shiba Mikoto.

Seeing that the kind-hearted people who generously donated money came, Hai Teng immediately stood up.

"Uncle, why are you back?" he shouted, "Did you forget something—"

Jianren Qihai who was called uncle: "...No."

He walked in front of the two of them, squatted down, and looked at the state of the two of them.

It looks pretty good, there is no trace of being torn by the curse spirit, and it doesn't look like someone has cast a spell on it.

Could it be that he misjudged?The girl I met just now, is just a normal person..?

Hai Teng suddenly became vigilant, "Are you here to get back your sponsorship funds? We don't accept refunds of membership fees here!"

As he said that, he simply gathered the change on the ground and put it in his arms, looking as if he was about to run away.

"..That's right, what he said is right!" Mikoto Chai also gave an assist to her new friend, "I won't be happy to sleep when I'm full! Our entire organization will rebel against you!"

As he said that, he also bent his arms, revealing his slender, white and absolutely powerless arms.

Jianren Qihai: "." He suddenly didn't really want to talk.

After thinking about it, he realized that it might be the name of the girl in the middle, "Can you see that girl?"

Spell spirits cannot be seen by ordinary people who are not conjurers.And the two little boys in front of him undoubtedly belonged to this category.

If they could see the girl, then maybe it was just a conjurer in special circumstances—

"What, is she a girl?" Kaito glanced at Mikoto Mikoto, "I guessed it right! It's me!"

After being excited for a while, he said vigilantly, "She has the superpower of invisibility, just like I have a Force in my right hand... What do you want her for?"

So it's true that you can't see it.

In Tokyo, a super humanoid magic spirit that has not been recorded really appeared... and it seems that it has basic intelligence and can talk to people.

There could be big trouble.

Raising his hand and waving away the black magic power condensed on the cloak, Jianren Qihai shook his head, not intending to explain this topic too much to them, "It's nothing, you guys go back quickly. Don't come to this place again in the future."

He stood up, and after confirming that the two high school boys had left, he walked to the black car that had been parked for a long time, opened the door and sat in, "I'm sorry, Yidi."

We must report this matter as soon as possible.

And the Caoyehuali he was paying attention to was following the real person stumbling along the underground tunnel.

The light here is very dark, even if she does not rely entirely on vision to obtain the state of the surrounding scene, she does not have a good impression of such an environment.

Kusano Huali frowned and looked at the empty pillars around her, while the real person in front of her whistled in a good mood.

In such a dark and cramped environment, the melodious and melodious whistle accompanied by the echo gave a creepy feeling.

Enduring such voices and turning a corner, Kusano Huali saw the small door standing quietly on the other side.

"Is it there?" She looked at the real person.

"Yes."

The real person shrugged, pressed the doorknob, opened the door, turned slightly sideways, and revealed the environment inside to Kuano Huali, "Welcome to the world of curse spirits, Huali."

Endless, clear-sky beaches, sun-golden sand, and—wait, a volcanic head?

"Really, who is this?" In Kuano Huali's eyes, a person growing under the volcano's head, Leuhu, was the first to ask bluntly, "What did you bring back?"