Can the electronic magician use the keyboard to eliminate the electronic magic spirit?

The next morning, Guan Yueyin yawned and got into the car of the assistant supervisor.

Since lighting up the new skills, he no longer has to worry about equipment damage or insufficient power. He has stuffed all the notebooks, keyboards and external displays into his mobile phone, realizing his dream of traveling light.

But just to be on the safe side, he would still bring a spare machine and a small spell implement in case of emergency.

It can be seen how deep the shadow "Tian Ni Hoko" left on him.

The mission location this time is far away, and it will take several hours even to drive there.

Normally, Guan Yueyin would chat with his juniors or play on his mobile phone to pass the time, but recently he was too tired, so he put on the eye mask prepared in advance as soon as he got in the car, and entered the sleep recovery mode against the clock.

Hui Yuanxiong, who was sitting in the back row, noticed the movement on the co-pilot, and immediately stopped chatting with Jianren Nanami thoughtfully.

Hui Yuanxiong sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Senior Guanyue really worked hard..."

Jianren Qihai gave a soft "hmm" to express his agreement.

Although Guan Yueyin always transmits some ideas that will harm the younger generation, sometimes he threatens to hit the director's department hard, and sometimes he threatens to sap some ordinary people, but he is indeed a more responsible senior.

All questions will be patiently answered, and when something bad happens, they will be gently enlightened, and there will be no situation where you leave your juniors aside and run to queue to buy Xijiufu by yourself.

It doesn't mean to step on Gojo Satoru, it's just stating the facts.

He might have looked more mature if he didn't have the words "Wake me up and die" emblazoned on his eyepatch.

After a long drive, the car stopped near the destination.

Mr. Kitamura looked at the blond boy sleeping lightly against the car window, hesitant to speak. The words on the blindfold prevented him from waking him up. However, Guan Yueyin was the person in charge of the grade assessment, even if he was not needed for the whole process. Watching from the sidelines, but you can't let him fall asleep in a daze.

Just when Mr. Kitamura was about to sacrifice his life and stretched out his hand to the problem student, the two stubby hairs that were suspected to be life detectors shook, scaring him back and forth, almost rolling out of the driver's seat.

Qihai Jianren: "..."

As expected of Senior Moon Watching.

Guan Yueyin pulled down the blindfold, revealing a pair of red eyes like red flames. He glanced at Mr. Kitamura, who was facing a formidable enemy. His doubts almost turned into a big question mark on his head.

what's the situation?Is there a ghost behind him?

"Senior Guanyue! We are here!" Hui Yuanxiong vigorously pulled the back of the passenger seat, as if he was the one who woke up instead of Guanyueyin, "How are you resting? You want to come with us Get off?"

"It's okay." Guan Yueyin stuffed the blindfold into the phone, and he rubbed his eyes sleepily. The shaking along the way made him a little dizzy, especially near the destination. The mountain road in the village made it more difficult to drive. "Get out of the car and investigate. It's the same as doing the mission before. Just pretend that I don't exist. I'm just a weak and helpless examiner."

Qihai Jianren couldn't help complaining: "Is the first level still weak and helpless?"

"Of course." Guan Yueyin said confidently, "I am not counted in your combat power. Doesn't a combat power of zero mean you are weak and helpless?"

Hui Yuanxiong suddenly realized: "So that's the case! Senior Guanyue, we will definitely protect you!"

"Great." Guan Yueyin smiled brightly, "Then I will leave my safety to you."

"Wrap it on us!"

Qihai Jianren: "..."

It is strictly forbidden to deceive innocent juniors.

The two juniors got out of the car, and the two backs with completely different painting styles gradually drifted away in the field of vision.

After confirming that they entered the village, Guan Yueyin opened the car door.

"Student Guanyue?" Mr. Beicun looked surprised, "Are you going to the scene?"

Generally speaking, the grade assessment does not require the examiner to follow the whole process, just like the head teacher taking the students out of the field, you only need to wait outside.

The task of the assessment is no different from usual, the purpose of setting up the assessor is only to confirm that the conjurer can complete it alone, so Huihara Xiong asked Guan Yueyin if he wanted to get out of the car together.

"Well, I'll go and have a look." Guan Yueyin looked at the village not far away, "By the way, let's confirm their strength. It's been a long time since I brought my juniors out together. I don't know how much they have improved."

"I see." Mr. Kitamura exhorted anxiously, "Don't just help them solve it out of doting on the younger generation or thinking they're annoying."

"...What kind of image do I have in your heart?" Guan Yueyin supported her forehead, "Can disgust and doting appear on the same person at the same time?"

Mr. Kitamura avoided the topic: "In short, this is absolutely not allowed."

"Know it."

Guan Yueyin avoids the villagers and wanders around the village.

The location of the mission this time is very remote. Among the many missions he has done, it can be ranked in the top three. Even the signal is repeatedly jumping between no service and one grid. He even suspects that there is no Wi-Fi installed here. Fi.

Generally speaking, spell spirits are rare in such places. Most villages like this have a small population and simple folk customs, and the negative emotions of ordinary people are not so easy to gather into spell spirits.

Compared with the curse spirit that has nothing to do with him, he cares more about the souvenirs. I don't know if there are any delicious specialties around here.

Although Hui Yuanxiong said that he promised Xia Youjie that he would bring back sweets, but it seems that it was prepared for Gojo Satoru, and Guan Yueyin felt that it was necessary to bring some food that everyone loves.

how about fruit

Isn't it said that you should eat fruits to relieve bitter summer?

This village looks like it is mainly based on agricultural development. The local fruits should be very sweet. Add a little more sugar other than artificial sweeteners, and maybe the bitter summer will become sweet summer.

Well, Ganxia is the name of a type of citrus.

The joke is a bit cold.

Thinking about it, Guan Yueyin suddenly stopped.

In front of me is a simple and quaint shrine, where there are two or three offerings and a few sticks of incense that go out halfway through lighting.Although the scale is small, it is not as good as those orthodox shrines with clergy, but it is not difficult to see that people often come to clean it, and it is generally clean and tidy.

However, it was such an ordinary shrine that made his expression sink instantly.

--shrine?

If the village worships some strange ghosts, then the task this time will not be so simple.

At this time, a villager came along the steps to worship, and Guan Yueyin grabbed the villager's arm. Ignoring the exclamation of the other party, he asked impatiently, "What are you worshiping?"

"What?" The village name was irritated by this title. He widened his cloudy eyes and shouted loudly, "You are not from our village, are you? I have never seen your face before! Show respect to our gods!" a little!"

"If you don't say anything else, I'll cripple you and throw you into the well."

"you……!"

Guan Yueyin increased her strength expressionlessly.

The villagers gasped in pain. The seemingly slender strange boy was actually surprisingly strong. He had no doubt that the other party could easily break his arm.

The villagers immediately confessed: "Yes, he is the protector of our village..."

"Tsk." Guan Yueyin smacked.

He let go of his hand and muttered: "You really dare to worship gods like gods. Worshiping that thing is not as useful as worshiping me."

Seeing the curse spirit as a god, does this make the ignorant fearless?

The guardian god worshiped by the ancestors or the place of birth is often called the god of production or local god, and according to his fairly solid textbook knowledge, the belief in the god of production is usually classified as a first-level curse spirit, and it is definitely not a second-level curse. spirit.

Guan Yueyin couldn't help but wonder, is it the only way for every newcomer to encounter a mistake in level investigation when setting out a mission?

But not every rookie will be as lucky as he was.

The director's department is also on the right track. If a quasi-first-level conjurer came to be the examiner, it is estimated that the three of them will fall here together. The signal here is so poor that they may not even be able to send out a distress message.

He had to find Hui Yuanxiong and Nanami Kento as soon as possible.

"Idiot who doesn't understand anything..." The villager hurriedly hid away from Guanyueyin after he was released. He rubbed his red arm while cursing angrily, "God's wrath is offended, and no one will save him at that time." Got you!"

"God's wrath?" Guan Yueyin turned her head impatiently, her blood-red eyes were as cold as metal, "Well said, I'm going to kill that thing right now."

He dropped this sentence, turned and left without looking back.

……

"hateful……!"

Jianren Qihai clenched his teeth tightly. He covered the wound that was bleeding continuously. From the corner of his eye, there was the same scarred Xiong Xiong, and the feeling of despair continued to grow and spread in his heart.

It was supposed to be a level [-] task without difficulty, but he never expected to run into the belief of the god of production!

This is a first-level curse spirit that neither of them can deal with together!

He remembered that Guan Yueyin had mentioned that when he was in the first grade, he encountered a case where a quasi-first-level task became a special-level curse fetus. At that time, he thought it was just an extreme case of bad luck, but he didn't expect it to appear on them this time. .

As the examiner, Guan Yueyin doesn't need to go to the mission site with them. Seeing that he looks sluggish in the car, he may have fallen asleep again now, and Mr. Kitamura is an auxiliary supervisor, so it is even more impossible to find that there is a Unexpected situation.

But the signal in this broken place is so bad that you can't even make a phone call!

Jianren Qihai stared at the curse spirit in front of him with all his energy. Even if he couldn't deal with it, he could at least lead it to the location of Guanyueyin, so that they could all be rescued.

He was about to turn his head to remind Hui Yuanxiong not to be dead, but suddenly an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and the curse spirit attacked Hui Yuanxiong at a speed that neither of them could react.

Jianren Qihai's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Huiyuan——!!!"

It seemed that Hui Yuanxiong, who had no time to dodge, was about to be cut in half by the curse spirit. In an instant, a golden figure broke into the field of vision, splitting the battlefield in two like a dazzling light. He pulled Hui Yuanxiong at the very moment, Slightly deviated from the attack range.

Guan Yueyin, who came belatedly, caught Hui Yuanxiong who fell backward with both hands.

Time was running short, and he couldn't completely dodge the attack, but at least he avoided the fate of losing his lower body.

Jianren Qihai was stunned for a moment. After seeing the face of the visitor, despair was completely suppressed like a straw that could be broken, and a faint light lit up in his eyes.

He shouted loudly: "Senior Guanyue! Please be careful, this is a first-level curse spirit!"

"Ok, I know."

Guanyueyin's voice is rare without any emotion, like a pool of stagnant water without waves.

"Guanyue... Senpai..." Hui Yuanxiong made a weak voice, "I'm sorry... I thought... I could protect you this time..."

"..."

Guan Yueyin lowered her head, leaving a hideous wound on the black-haired boy's face. Warm blood flowed down from his abdomen and stained his arms and palms, but made him feel colder than frost.

There was a soothing smile on his face, and the red eyes staring coldly at the curse spirit lost their temperature like frozen blood.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's rest assured and leave it to the seniors."