super dangerous novelist

Jiang Ye Xuezhen finally saw the "firewood" in the middle of the slum with his own eyes.

However, at the moment when he saw the fire, his originally high mood seemed to be quenched by a basin of cold water, completely cooling down.

disappointment--

It was snowing heavily in the outside world, people hid at home one after another, the streets became deserted, but here became another group of people's carnival feast.

Most of the slums are refugees who live in no fixed place and have no stable source of income. When the power war comes, they panic, as if they have been struck by a thunderbolt.

However, after the end of the war, a basically fixed group has formed here. They huddled in the corners of the city like parasites, spying on the outside world through the broken gaps in the slums.

Now that natural disasters have come to Yokohama unexpectedly, "Firewood" happened to appear in the slums, and it became the only refuge.

They all seem to think that the burning "firewood" is a gift from God when the disaster strikes, and they are the only ones who receive blessings among all living beings.

They kowtowed, kowtowed, danced with gratitude, and let out a cry of joy, worshiping meaningless totems like primitive people.

The huge flame that could not be embraced by 20 people continued to burn. There was a black spot in the center of the flame. Its shape had already been melted and distorted by the high temperature of the flame, showing a hideous and distorted state, but the shape of a chair could be roughly distinguished.

Ordinary people cannot get close to the flame to observe the situation inside, but can only feel the pleasant temperature tens of meters away.

However, Jiang Ye's naked eye vision is superior to that of ordinary people. Standing on a small soil slope a few hundred meters away, he can clearly see the object in the center.

The outer skin of the retro-style chair was roasted to pieces by the flames, and the viscous hot slurry continuously flowed out from the "wound", but soon evaporated into black gas under the flames, mixed with charred black soot with the updraft Float to the sky.

Inside the openings, there is a layer of yellow-yellow-white film that looks like a fat block on the surface, and the underlying muscle texture can be vaguely seen.

In the center of the back of the chair, a human eyeball is rolling painfully.

Because it is alive, it will be so painful.

Jiang Ye Xuezhen didn't speak again after seeing this scene, and stood where he was, without blinking his eyes.

He seemed puzzled—

Why are these people still smiling around the fire?

Didn't they hear?

The center of the flame is crying heart-piercingly.

Everything in front of him made him sick to his stomach.

This is not the fairy tale in his mind at all, it is a disaster.

Destroyed... His work was completely destroyed by these parasites!

The hand hanging by his side was clenched and loosened impatiently. If he had a weapon at hand, he would have fired at these people without hesitation, making the screams and cries interweave into a real carnival scene.

The members of the Secret Service who followed only saw that Jiang Ye suddenly became extremely calm, staring at the huge flame without blinking.

After maintaining this state for a few minutes, he heard the other party's thin shoulders tremble slightly, and suddenly let out a hearty but slightly weird laugh.

"Hahaha……"

"I see...I see..."

"?"

The secret agent was feeling puzzled, but this string of chuckles was like a trigger. It induced Jiang Ye to burst into even more crazy laughter, as if he had seen something very funny, his shoulders trembled violently, and his waist couldn't even straighten up.

"—"

The laughter was mixed with a language that the secret agent could not understand, neither the language of the European system nor any existing language, which was beyond his cognition, and it sounded like the hysterical mocking and cursing of something by an evil creature , The subconscious makes people shudder.

He stood at the right back of Jiang Ye and hesitated, fearing this young man who seemed to be fatally attractive and dangerous, while being frightened and at a loss for what he saw unexpectedly.

The other party was obviously smiling, but why did he see tears rolling down that flawless side face?

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiangye...?" the secret agent hesitated.

His words were covered by almost maniacal laughter, and the moment the words fell, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The secret agent's heart tightened, and Jiang Ye seemed to have regained his composure, slowly straightened up, and remained still.

"Mr. Jiangye." He shouted boldly again.

"Get everyone out of here."

The boy said something, but it was overshadowed by the cheerful and noisy voice not far away.

"Varied……"

"I said..." The black-haired boy turned his face away, his eyebrows were raised in disgust, there was no warmth in his golden eyes, and there were still wet tears on his cheeks, "Go away!"

An indescribable oppressive force surpassed the impact of this face, and the agent was dazed for a moment before he hurriedly contacted his boss, Taneda Shantouhuo.

"...Just do as he said." Taneda Shantouhuo pondered for a moment, then issued an order.

"Yes."

The people around the fire were sent to the surrounding safe houses one after another on the grounds of "providing daily necessities and food", and soon only Jiang Ye was left on the scene.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the Secret Service, took out one and walked towards the center of the flames while smoking.

The flames were dazzling and hot, and just one step closer felt that the skin was being scorched to the point of melting.

However, Jiang Ye stayed ten steps away.

Most people would probably have died of severe dehydration on the way here, but Jiang Ye not only didn't sweat a drop, his face was even more motionless.

Looking from a distance, one can only see a cluster of exaggerated flames burning towards the sky, while the silhouette of a thin and slender boy looks much smaller in front of it.

In fact, he can still move forward, but if that happens, his cigarettes will spontaneously ignite due to the high temperature, and there will be no more smoke to smoke.

That's why I chose to stand ten steps away to smoke.

For him, nicotine is a catalyst to clear his mind and untangle his worries.

Before long, his discarded cigarette butts were all around his feet.

"You came into this world is simply my biggest failure, it's a shame—"

Jiang Yexue's real voice seemed to be tempered with snow, soft and icy magnetic.

He cannot tolerate failures.

The eyeball in the center of the flame seemed to be in more pain, and blood and tears gushed out from it, soaking the entire chair.

The silent howls and cries turned to attack Jiang Ye, its creator.

As if disturbed by the ear-piercing crowing, Jiang Ye tilted his head and covered his ears, "It's not that I ruined you, nor is it your fault, but this is the result I hate the most."

Jiang Ye has enough patience to treat his "children".

However, the howling of pain still lingered.

"Is it very painful, then let's die quickly, so that you won't feel the pain." Jiang Ye's cold golden eyes quietly stared at the bloodshot and red eyes, and "cursed" it in the calmest tone.

Not far away, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who were rushing at full speed, suddenly stopped in their tracks as if they were overwhelmed by a huge sense of oppression.

A terrifying malice burst out from the young man's body, rampaging towards the outside world.

"!!" is a curse!

"Hey, he didn't feel anything on that guy just now."

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in astonishment. Before that, he still felt that he could handle it with ease. After all, the energy of the fire-like thing was very weak, not even a third-level curse spirit. , Gradually increase to the first level or even the super level.

The information conveyed to him by Six Eyes will never lie, it is the young man who caused the growth of the curse spirit.

"This breath..." Xia Youjie also became a little more serious, but to be honest, even if he and Gojo Satoru were already geniuses to the point of mutual anger, it was still difficult for them, who were still in the first grade, to deal with super magic spirits.

Presumably even Noctua Masamune would not have thought that the situation would turn out like this, otherwise they would not have let them come to Yokohama just like that.

Because this is a super magic spirit.

Jiang Yexue looked at the burning flames in disappointment. His clothes were licked by the flames, leaving scorched holes.

"Is that why you don't want to die?"

"Ok?"

Realizing that there were more boys behind him who shouldn't be here, Jiang Ye turned his head with a cigarette between his fingers, and the cyclone brought by the flames blew his soft black hair into a beautiful arc, and the hair brushed the end of his crimson eyes affectionately, It seemed that he wanted to wipe away the crystal teardrop hanging from the corner of his eye.

Afterwards, the golden eyes without a trace of waves blinked calmly, and the teardrops were separated from the eyelashes, and evaporated in the scorching heat with the rising air current.

Six Eyes fully captured this scene, and then Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide unexpectedly.

Cried?

First, he was a little shocked when he saw the boy's real face, not to mention that the boy was really good-looking, which fit his aesthetics very well, especially those two moles.

But the wanton cursing on the opponent's body was not only filled with disgust, but also truly filled with endless anger and sadness.

He was weeping for a cursed spirit?

"There shouldn't be any living people here, let me guess..." The flames behind Jiang Ye slowly spun and gathered in one direction, setting off layers of heat waves and making him even more messy.

"Is it a conjurer? I remember the leader said that you are a gang of liars."

"Huh?! How dare you say it. Believe it or not, you will beat your leader to such an extent that you can't take care of yourself tomorrow?" It was the first time Wujo Satoru heard that someone commented on the magician like this, and he felt both ridiculous and annoying.

Jiang Ye exhaled: "Don't worry, he can't take care of himself anymore."

Gojo Satoru applauded: "This is really good news." Tell him to talk nonsense.

Xia Youjie didn't participate in such gags, and raised his finger to the slowly gathering flames behind him, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Let it die, the failed products just disappear." Jiang Ye turned his head and saw that all the flames gathered on the surface of the chair, the muscle tissue in it began to break and shift, and after a while, it reassembled into a human form.

Only the surface is still burning.

"But it doesn't want to die yet, it's really distressing." Jiang Ye looked at the two of them again, and turned sideways to make way for the human-shaped curse spirit behind him, with a lingering smile on his face, "Why don't you take this time to talk to the two of you?" Let's play a game together, conjurer~"

The mantra has been fully formed, its skin is covered with inextinguishable flames, its whole body is composed of muscles, and its head is also completely covered with muscle texture. Only a blood-red eye that is dripping with blood and tears slowly opened on the chest.

It stands to reason that the cursed spirit born from the curse will stare at the person who cursed him until he completely kills him.

But to the surprise of the two, the cursed spirit went straight past the person who cursed it, and went straight to them.

A ferocious killing intent rushed toward his face——

"!!" It is obvious that he is the one who cursed you!