Curse Shirou

Outside the cul-de-sac on the north side of the commercial pedestrian street, a black Ford stopped.

Opening the driver's seat door, Kong Shiyu vaguely saw the figure of a man behind a pile of sundries, and couldn't help complaining a few words:

"You bastard, give me a clear address, just send me a location, I went around several times before I found... you?"

Squatting under the wall of a dirty dark alley, the black-haired Tianhe Tyrant slowly raised his head, and the falling sea half covered his eyes. The gloomy atmosphere made Kong Shiyu feel that something was wrong.

"Hey, Chanyuan, what's wrong with you? Why is there so much blood on your body?!...What happened, did you just kill someone?!"

However, his question was not answered.

The tall killer lurking in the darkness looked like a wounded beast, walking towards the intermediary with a slightly sluggish body.

The person who should have been well protected by him and returned to modern times together seemed to have disappeared from the world suddenly.

There was nothing in his arms at this time, except for something tightly held in his right hand.

When the killer passed by him, Kong Shiyu vaguely saw what the killer was holding in his hand, which seemed to be an old book.

Moreover, the book was still oozing blood from the cracks in the pages.

...is this some kind of curse?

But it's like this, no wonder the other party called and asked to drive to pick him up.

It would definitely cause panic if he walked out into the street like this.

With a belly full of doubts, Kong Shiyu still sent his difficult cash cow all the way back to his house in Tokyo.

"Hey, are you really okay? Just tell me if you need me, don't be shy?"

Kong Shiyu was still a little worried about putting the man downstairs, because judging by the expression and state of the other party, it was worse than when his wife died.

He was really afraid that the other party would take revenge on the society if he couldn't think about it. In that case, maybe the whole magic world would be turned upside down?

Although it is not impossible to make money, it is easier to make peace money than to make money in troubled times, right?

Zenyuan Shi'er's footsteps never stopped, just when Kong Shiyu thought that he would not get an answer this time, a voice that was so hoarse that it seemed to be about to break came from the dead corridor.

"Help me... prepare a visa to go to the United States, thank you..."

After lighting a cigarette, Kong Shiyu took out his mobile phone and said to the place where no one was around:

"Okay, got it, got it."

Tsk tsk, anyway, as long as the other party is fine, although I want to ask about the reversal therapist by the way, but seeing the other party's shocked appearance...

Could it be that he was dumped?

Hmm...Although I've always been idle, I've been married and have children, but being dumped seems to be expected sooner or later.

But the face does look pretty good, with the personality of a therapist, he shouldn't be so ruthless, right?

Sigh, forget it, it's better not to make trouble for yourself.

……

Heavy footsteps landed on the door, opened it and entered the house, Zenyuan Shier threw himself on the floor.

The crimson afterglow of dusk diffused from the balcony, but it could no longer drive away the darkness in the room.

The lonely figure was lying on his back on the ground, just staring blankly at the blank ceiling.

The man who has always been as sharp as a black panther, his eyes are slightly out of focus at this moment. It's not that he doesn't want to think about the current situation or what to do next.

Instead, he found that his body was resisting uncontrollably—they were refusing to accept a fact that had happened!

Tian and Tyrant covered their faces with their hands, and the pain in their hearts accumulated rapidly, but there was nowhere to express it, so it was reflected on the limbs, almost trembling and convulsing.

Just when he was so depressed that he gave up on himself and wanted to go out and find a strong man to kill him to relieve his anger.

The textbook that had been placed on the chest since entering the door, and had been bleeding continuously, now started beating vigorously like a living heart!

The heartbeats that originally belonged to the two, one of them seemed to feel the other, the frequency of Jiaoben and Zenyuan Shier's own heartbeats slowly overlapped together?

Zenyuan Shier picked up the old book. He thought it was a projected item left by Shirou, but now... the yellowed title page is still oozing blood, but the heartbeat is as calm and powerful as ever. as its former owner.

"……is it you?"

Regardless of the blood stains all over his body, Zenyuan even opened the cover with wet fingers soaked in blood. Every word and every sentence written in the textbook seemed to have just been branded on human skin——

Turn black and red shine.

It is also from these handwritings that blood flows out from time to time.

There are also some writings that condense into scabs, which look no different from the wounds of human beings.

For some reason, the blood-wrapped textbook suddenly stirred, and at the same time, a subspace gap opened in the house!

I saw a giant sea monster protruding from the inside. It opened its huge mouthparts like a piranha, and two dirty balls covered with mucus were sent out.

Then, as if escaping some kind of pursuit, the giant sea monster closed the exit again in an instant, and disappeared so abruptly.

Roll down on the tatami.

Protecting the smaller Xiaohui with his body, Lei raised his head from the ground, so he happened to meet Zenyuan Shier's eyes.

The seemingly young Qian Xiaxian blinked, and called out tentatively:

"Uh, my lord father?"

what……

ha? ? ?

who is your father

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three hours later.

Kyoto Prefecture South, Kyoto Prefectural College of Magic.

The son-in-law of the Chanyuan family was pulled out of the room with a hostile expression on his face. It is said that the security office at the school gate has just received an emergency guest and the students in charge should rush over as soon as possible.

There is no way, the class teacher came to find someone in person, even if he wanted to lose his temper, he had to go this way for everything.

Zenyuan Zhizai put on his coat sloppily, and followed behind with a gloomy face. He raised his foot and kicked open the door of the dormitory building, and the iron sheet hit the wall with a loud bang——

The sensor lights in the corridors on several floors were all turned on.

Cut, if he is not allowed to rest so late, then no one will be able to sleep well!

The senior first-level conjurer only stared at him, but did not issue any reprimand.

If there is no accident, this kid will be one of the patriarchs of the Three Mantra Families in the future, and his future and power in his hands are limitless.

Moreover, his temper is stinky and violent, so there is no need for him to offend the other party for a trivial matter.

Maybe in the future, I will ask more of him. After all, if I want to get a seat in the "high-level", I absolutely cannot do without the support of Yusanjia.

In fact, he also murmured in his heart, could it be that the Chanyuan family wants to send someone to "take care" of this son-in-law again?

What is called taking care is actually monitoring, this school year did not happen once or twice.

I really don't know what this kid did before to make the whole family treat him like a stalker.

However, no matter how rebellious the son-in-law is, what time is it already?

It doesn't make sense to send the servant over on a whim in the middle of the night, right?

Even if you want to send something important, can't you make a phone call?

Zenyuan Naozai was full of evil fire and had nowhere to go, and the homeroom teacher followed in a daze. The two of them were so unprepared, and saw the two children with wet hair in the guard room.

The boy who was less than two years old shivered and snuggled tightly into his brother's arms, while the tired one who looked only a few years older than him was still in a state of confusion about the future world.

But this doesn't affect it. When I saw Zenyuan Naoya's face, I confirmed that the other party was the one my father mentioned——

Meal tickets for himself and Hui Future.

The "seven-year-old" boy and his younger brother saluted pitifully the meal ticket of the blond fox eyes, wiping away tears and saying:

"Father, Hui and I are homeless, please take us in!"

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