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The closer to the end of the year, the worse the weather will be.

It has been snowing for the past few days, and it is rare to see a clear sky today. Who knows that the sun will be blocked by thick clouds as soon as it rises.

It was overcast.

Zenyuan Shier stepped on the snow that was swept to the side of the road by the sanitation personnel, and half of his calves sank in. When he lifted his feet, there were bits and pieces of snow foam on his trouser legs.

He clicked his tongue and stepped on it again.

The creaking sound was a bit depressing, and Zenyuan Shier decided to use this method to pass the time next.

Xingjian Gongren made an appointment with Zenyuan Shier yesterday to go out to exorcise the curse spirit today, and Zenyuan Shier arrived early.

There's no particular reason, it's just that he doesn't like staying at the Chanyuan's house.

The quasi-level two strength of the spell spirit is nothing to a first-level conjurer like Kyoto Hoshimi, and the Zen Academy who owns a first-level magic tool will not even pay attention to it.

But the reason why Xingjian Gongren invited Shier from the Buddhist monastery was entirely for the safety of his son Guangli when he went on missions in the future.

In the eyes of everyone in the Zenyuan family, Zenyuan Shier is a useless waste and a disgrace to the family. Even if he can use powerful physical skills to beat the people who ridiculed and insulted him half to death, he can also use magic tools to exorcise the curse. Spirit, without mana, he still lives at the bottom of the family.

The bad habits of the aristocratic family formed a mountain called prejudice, which was firmly piled on Shier of the Zen Academy. His blood and sweat to become stronger was never seen by others. No matter how desperately he tried to exorcise the curse to prove himself, Among the clan population, he is still—that trash.

As time goes by, Zenyuan Shier also gave up on letting those high-ranking conjurers see him in the eyes. The young man's blood was wiped out by the wind and frost day after day, and the only thing left was to escape from this stinking It's just a moldy Chanyuan home.

Kyoto Hoshimi was a belated exception to Zenyuan Shier.

A powerful first-level conjurer, the aloof Patriarch Xingjian, who looked down on the guests of his Buddhist family...

If Chanyuan Shier had met him earlier, he might have had some illusions about the future, but he appeared too late.

Zenyuan Shi'er's heart had already turned cold, even if Gongren Xingjian recognized his strength squarely and recognized his strength, he didn't care anymore.

At most, he just thought that Kyoto Hoshimi was okay, so when Kyoto Hoshimi invited him out to play house games with his children to exorcise curse spirits with his hands, even though he felt bored, he still came.

In the icy cold wind, the thinly dressed Zenyuan Shier attracted the attention of passers-by who occasionally passed by.

In such a cold weather where everyone wants to wrap three layers inside and outside into a ball, Zenyuan Shier is only wearing a large and obviously ill-fitting black leather jacket, as well as loose trousers and cloth shoes. It's so cold that your teeth chatter.

Wearing such thin clothes and playing in the snow, the passers-by who are wrapped up thickly will inevitably say in their hearts that they are not smart.

When the time came to 09:30 in the morning, Zenyuan Shier had already trampled down the nearby snow accumulation one by one by enthusiastic sanitation personnel, squatting idly on a bench in front of the bushes by the roadside, from A twig was pulled from the bushes behind him and he held it in his mouth.

A black Toyota stopped low-key in front of Zenyuan Shi'er, the driver's window was lowered, revealing Hoshimi Kyoto's gentle and refined face: "It's been a long time, Shi'er, come up."

Zenyuan Shier glanced at the rear window, jumped off the bench nimbly, took off the branch he was holding in his mouth and threw it into the bushes behind him, then walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger's door.

The car door was locked, and Xingjian Gongren, who was driving, restarted the car and exchanged greetings with Zenyuan Shier.

"It's still quite cold today, why are you wearing such thin clothes?" Rao Xingjian Gongren also added a warm cashmere sweater under his jacket.

In the light of the back seat, Mrs. Xingjian, who was afraid that he would catch a cold, put on a four-piece down jacket with thermal underwear, sweater and fleece sweater.

If Kyoto Hoshimi hadn't said that the clothes were too thick for activities, Mrs. Hoshimi would have brought Kyoto Hoshimi back from abroad, which is said to be especially cold-proof and wind-proof woolen army coat for Guangli to wear.

In the Chanyuan Shier leather jacket, obviously only a thin T-shirt was worn, and the father and son in the car looked like people in two seasons.

Zenyuan Shi'er leaned on the back of the chair with his head tilted, and eased the discomfort of being in the strange aura in the starlight by the fake movement of picking his ears.

When he was outside the car just now, the effect he felt was not as strong as the effect of being in the same car.

Can this thing be weakened by obstacles?

Thinking about this in his heart, Zenyuan even said without delay: "I am anti-freeze."

While speaking, he smiled at the corner of his mouth when he was looking at him in the rearview mirror, which touched the vertical scar on the right corner of his mouth, making him look full of ruffian.

"No matter how good your body is, you can't waste it like this... Forget it, my son Guangli, you know." Kyoto Hoshimi shook his head, stopped nagging and annoying, and began to introduce to the other two.

Zenyuan Shier responded: "Well, young master."

"Guangli, this is Chanyuan Shier. You saw him last time when Zhizai came here. According to his seniority, he is your cousin."

Upon hearing this, Zenyuan Shi Er immediately said, "What kind of seniority is not seniority, don't do this with me!"

He can't compete with his relatives in the Buddhist monastery.

He looked up at the light in the rearview mirror: "Young master, you can just call me by my name."

Guangli nodded slightly, and Xingjian Gongren knew the nature of Zenyuan Shier, so he didn't bother with the address, and started talking about today's business directly.

"The location is a park near Kyoto Station in Shimogyo District. The problem is the fountain in the park."

Zenyuan Shier said that he had also learned about the task: "That wishing pool, which is said to be very effective, seems to have a history of more than ten years."

The fountain itself is innocent, but for more than a decade, tourists coming and going have thrown coins of their own emotional wishes into the pool.

Believe it or not, the emotions that should have been overflowing and dissociated at that time became dependent, and were engulfed by coins and sank into the pool, so the invisible emotions settled in the pool.

Moreover, the fountain is a scenic spot in the park. Even if there are park managers who regularly clean up the coins in the pool, people place their thoughts on the pool. It is the pool that keeps these complex emotions, not the coins.

Accepting people's messy wishes for many years, it is not surprising that the fountain will give birth to curse spirits.

"There are already two victims. Let me see. One wants to get back together with the ex-girlfriend who broke up, and the other wants to be beautiful. As a result, the first one got into a car accident while pestering the ex-girlfriend. Into the hospital, another..."

Zenyuan Shier received the folder from Xingjian Gongren, opened the folder to check the detailed information, and was shocked by the tragic situation of the second victim.

"hiss!"

He took a deep breath: "Humans are not ghosts or ghosts, does this count as beauty?"

The whole face of the woman in the photo in the data is wrinkled like a leprosy, her eyeballs are swollen and protruding, her nose is deeply sunken, and her mouth has turned into a huge blue-purple fish lip, which is scary and ugly.

Although the curse spirit is generally ugly, it is completely different for a human being to grow like this and a curse spirit to grow like this.

Zenyuan Shier quickly closed the folder, looked into the delicate and beautiful light in the rearview mirror, and washed his eyes with the beauty of the other party.

Kyoto Hoshimi didn't notice his small movements, and just said, "So it's a curse spirit, not a god."

"Fortunately, there have been no real casualties so far. The ex-couple just had a broken bone and needed to stay in the hospital for a few more days, and the woman's appearance was only caused by the curse of the curse spirit. As long as the curse spirit is eliminated, it will be fine. It's back to normal."

Zenyuan Shier opened the first page of the folder again: "This curse spirit feels like it has the potential to become a first-class man. Nowadays, the frequency of car accidents is so high. If it wasn't for the strange aesthetics that was discovered in advance... it doesn't feel like the handwriting of the window. , those guys are pitifully inefficient—ah, it really is your family, Congratulations."

The data showed that the second victim sought medical treatment from a clinic under Hoshimi because of a change in his face, and was routinely reported by the clinic doctor. After investigation by a passing Hoshimi family conjurer, he found that it was not a strange disease but a curse...

Then it was handed over to the window in the magic world, which is responsible for observing the traces of the magic spirit. After investigation, it was confirmed that it was a problem with the fountain, and the first victim was found out by following the clues.

The news that the wish at the fountain came true also came from him. It seems that after being hospitalized in a car accident, he lived in the same ward with his ex-girlfriend. The two were forced to share the same room to cultivate their relationship. He couldn't help showing off on the Internet.

"I think in the future, your family will simply expand the clinic business to replace the window." Shi Er, the Zen Academy, made a proposal that is not too big a deal to watch.

"It's different after all." Xingjian Gongren brought this dangerous topic with a smile.

Maybe it's because there is no one to talk to at the Chanyuan's house for a long time, or maybe it's because of a sympathy with Xingjian Gongren. On the way to the mission site, Zenyuan Shier and Xingjian Gongren had a pleasant chat.

After Guangli heard the initial chat between the two of them about the mission, he stopped listening.

He was looking at the world through the car window.

When living in the house of Xingjian, Guangli, who had recovered the memory of his previous life, used his powerful spiritual sense to investigate the outside world, but because his body couldn't keep up, he only looked around Xingjian's house for a short time.

Except for the enchantment that enveloped the country like an upside-down bowl, Hoshimi's house and the surrounding area were clean.

This cleanliness means that there are no curse spirits. Obviously, in order to protect Guangli's big hand, there are sporadic curse spirits beyond a certain range.

The Wutiao family is the same, but it is not as extreme as the Xingjian family, which does not allow any curse spirit to exist.

But after leaving the base camp of the family of magic spells, the number of spell spirits in Guangli's field of vision suddenly increased a lot, and when there were spell spirits, the air felt a little dirty.

But the strange thing about this world is that the mantra and spiritual power in the air coexist without interfering with each other.

Even places that are severely polluted by mantra spirits still have weak spiritual power, and places that are not polluted will have very active and abundant spiritual power.

This is good news for cultivators.

After Guangli went back this time, he could let go of his hands and set up the spirit gathering array to absorb the spiritual energy, so he didn't have to worry about the lack of spiritual energy.