[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

"It can only be considered a semi-finished product. I am still studying how to make it achieve the effect of a more advanced curse tool and keep the curse power from dissipating like a real curse tool."

Fushiguro Shigeki still had a blank expression on his face, and didn't seem to be moved by this.

Huai Liang tried his best to show his eloquence and said eloquently: "With sufficient funds, I can increase the intensity of research and development and test the metal materials on Blue Star one by one..."

Fushiguro Shigeki sat up straight and tried to swing the dagger a few times. The sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air was heard in the air.

He raised an eyebrow: "Did you make the dagger too?"

Huailiang was interrupted, but told the truth: "It's just a trivial hobby."

As she spoke, she slowly lowered her voice and whispered seductively, "Have you ever had the thought, 'It would be nice if everyone had no curse power?'"

"In fact, once the research is successful, curse tools will no longer be rare, and ordinary people can use them to kill cursed spirits. Isn't this equivalent to everyone having cursed power? The effect is the same."

"The eldest lady's idea is indeed a good one."

Fushiguro Shiji showed a hint of interest on his face. "But I need to remind you that before you have absolutely strong strength, even if you have successfully researched the technology to mass-produce curse tools, you must not let others know."

As he said this, he threw the dagger onto the coffee table, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"Otherwise, they will be surrounded and killed by the major forces in the world of spellcraft, or they will be lured away and then imprisoned."

"It's very easy to accuse you of a crime, young lady. Besides... you are not innocent, right?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on that handsome face. He was too familiar with the thinking patterns and methods of those disgusting decadent classes.

If even ordinary people can kill cursed spirits, how can sorcerers maintain their superior class dignity?

In order to maintain their own interests and rule, they will nip the threat in the bud at all costs.

After hearing this, Huai Liang understood instantly.

Just like the upper class nobles and tycoons in her hometown who control 90% of the world's wealth, they will never allow the lower class to challenge their authority.

They must be allowed to taste the iron fist of socialism and the oppression of communism.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Shen Er. Thank you for reminding me."

Huai Liang raised the corners of his lips, his silver-gray eyes stared at him intently, bursting with strong ambition: "Don't you think this is more interesting?"

"Are you afraid of fighting those stinky old orange guys?"

"Hahaha--"

Fushiguro Shier raised his head and laughed out loud, his mouth wide open, revealing a row of white teeth: "I'm beginning to like you a little bit."

Fushiguro Hui: "..."

Fushiguro Miki: “…” No!

Huailiang thought of the pitifully low 20 favorability points, and his smile deepened: "This is just the beginning."

"Okay, then Miss, can you tell me who you want me to take out?"

He stood up and said, "The rowing race is about to start. I have to go first. Just send the list to my phone."

Seeing that the other party was so conscious of being a sharp weapon, Huai Liang did not dissuade him from gambling.

I just made up my mind silently... I must not let this guy touch the financial aspects of the organization in the future.

She chuckled, "It's a very simple task. I'll ask you to join me then."

"But I still have a question. How did Mr. Shener know every correct gate leading to the underground Hongxing Palace?"

Fushiguro paused and glanced at her meaningfully: "Even if there is no filth, I can sense the direction by judging the smell and footprints of humans."

"There is no special skill, just a trivial instinct related to heaven and curse."

is it?

Huailiang nodded: "What an enviable talent."

……

It's not that she completely doubted Fushiguro Shige's position, but she realized that the commission to hunt down the star plasma that the other party had secretly accepted behind her back was still from the Panxing Sect.

This organization felt particularly strange to her.

First, the previous leader made a deal with a mysterious man with stitches on his head, and then he stole something from the original leader's parents.

The fact that another male astral being hidden behind was also hunted down completely aroused her suspicion.

Can a non-magician organization that can't even cast spells have the ability to find the hidden astral plasma by relying solely on money?

What if there is someone from a powerful family in the world of sorcery, or someone in a "key political agency" that has risen to the level of the General Directorate... and deliberately leaked the news, and cooperated with each other to achieve the goal of preventing Tianyuan's assimilation?

Or, could she be bolder and equate the man with the stitches with a traitor in an organization in the world of sorcery?

But what is his purpose? To make Tengen lose control and cause chaos in the world of sorcery, so that he can purge the forces and become the boss of the world of sorcery?

Moreover, she always cared about what was the purpose of the things she had snatched from her parents?

Even though she had a thousand connections, she still couldn't complete a rigorous logical line of inference for the moment.

Just as she was thinking about a lot of things, she parked the car in the garage, opened the trunk, and prepared to take the daily necessities bought from the supermarket home -

A figure leaning against the street light attracted her attention.

The other person was wearing a dark technical college uniform, and the dim light shone diagonally, passing over his already tall and slender body.

The dark shadow that fell on the ground was dragged longer.

Gojo Satoru turned around, as if he had sensed something. He waved his hand and smiled widely: "Good evening, Liang-san~"

Huai Liang secretly sighed and thought it was troublesome. This person actually came to his door directly. It seemed that he could not escape anymore.

"It's Gojo-kun. It's so late. What's going on?"

"Ah?"

Gojo Satoru showed a puzzled look, "Ryo-san seems to be a little forgetful. Didn't he see my FB application? How sad. I've been waiting for several days."

It's only been a few days, why make such a big deal out of it and show such a resentful expression - he was obviously here to cause trouble for her.

Huai Liang gave a perfunctory smile: "Ah, because I've been having a hard time lately, I can't muster the energy to do anything, so I haven't used any social software."

"Then Liang-san can open it now and take a look."

He walked slowly towards her, looked at her heavily with his cobalt blue eyes, and said with an ambiguous tone: "If the mountain doesn't want me, then I will have to want the mountain."

Okay, it looks like this won’t end well today.

Huai Liang didn't even bother pretending to open her phone. She sighed, "Okay, what on earth do you want to say, Wu-kun?"