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

A few days ago, the results of her sorcerer assessment were finally announced.

However, according to Baimao, if he had not intervened, she would have been forcibly taken away by the high-level curse-making officials on the grounds that "an unidentified person with special cursed power needed to be observed."

Finally, after much struggle, she was rated as a quasi-first-class magician.

If the rating needs to be improved again, it is necessary to go through several successful exorcism tasks above the first-level cursed spirits, and have the recommendation of more than two first-level magicians before the final review.

So, she began to actively try to apply for high-level curse exorcism missions. After all, no one likes money.

What's more, she really has a great use for the money.

Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School, sports ground.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had just dealt with the cursed spirit that could blur time in the mountaintop villa. After making fun of the "weak singer", they returned to Tokyo High School in a happy mood.

"Forgot to post the account again. The assistant supervisors need more training. How irresponsible."

Xia Yujie closed his eyes and felt the warm early summer sunshine jumping across his eyelids.

"Isn't the news reporting a huge explosion caused by a gas pipeline leak? That should be fine."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement: "Ryo-san must have adapted well recently. He looks very energetic."

"There doesn't seem to be any unusual movement."

Turning around the empty corridor, what comes into view is the scene of Huailiang slaughtering Nanami Kento and Haibara Yu on the playground.

Ye Mo Zheng Dao held the notebook and scribbled on it with the tip of his pen.

"Offense, defense, agility, strength, flexibility... his combat awareness is almost perfect - a natural-born killing machine."

"Maybe Huai was a professional killer before he lost his memory?"

Haibara Yu, who collapsed on the ground, was gasping for breath, while Nanami Kento, who was barely able to support his body and half stand, was sweating profusely.

Huailiang had not used up too much energy and was still in the mood to joke: "A professional killer with no money left in his pocket?"

A few days ago, she got the contact information of Mingming from Kyoto School from the forum, and used the money she had earned with great difficulty to entrust him with firearms and some specialized parts.

Looking through the files from the past decade, it seems that the injury and death rates among sorcerers are alarmingly high.

The cursed spirits can only be dealt with by relying purely on cursed power. She believes that the weapons of human society may also be researched and combined with cursed power. Even if the research fails, the curse masters are flesh and blood and can always be useful.

The black-haired and white-haired DK staggered over.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and said, "Want to have some fun, Jay?"

Xia Youjie's face was full of joking: "Didn't you just learn a lesson? If it's pure physical skills, let me do it."

Huai Liang turned around and scanned the smiling boy with a bun in front of him from top to bottom.

The human body has many weak points, including the temples, philtrum, chin, heart, and... the X organ.

Hmm, the pants are too big and I can't even see the outline.

Just when the battle was about to start, Ye Mo Zheng Dao stopped them by saying, "Save some energy, the mission is coming."

"According to the information brought by the window, a quasi-first-class cursed spirit appeared in the abandoned hospital on the easternmost side of Adachi District. Five non-magicians who went to the 'haunted house exploration' were trapped. Their lives are currently unknown."

"This time, the mission will be carried out by Geta and Soi. Please exorcise the cursed spirits as much as possible while ensuring the survival of non-magicians."

Huai Liang lowered his head and looked at the phone screen, and sure enough, there was a task notification.

Xia Youjie took back his phone and smiled gently at Huai Liang: "This is our first mission cooperation. Please give me your guidance, Liang-san."

in the carriage.

Huailiang threw the detailed paper report of the abandoned hospital aside and closed his eyes to rest.

The tall green broad-leaved banyan trees on both sides of the road kept receding outside the car window, finally shrinking into blurry black dots.

Xia Youjie carefully browsed the information: "In the past three years, 29 non-magicians who went to Jiahui's abandoned hospital have disappeared one after another... Activities similar to the test of courage are spreading on the Internet, constantly attracting young people to go on adventures."

"As the number of missing people increases, the fear of non-magicians will increase the power of the cursed spirits. The cursed spirits we are facing this time are judged to be quasi-first-level."

Huailiang stretched out his voice lazily: "I have seen reports about the haunted house in Fuji-Q Highland and the Ciji General Hospital in Tokyo on my phone before."

"It's said to be very popular. Have you ever been there?"

Xia Yujie was a little tired and tried to bring the topic back: "Well, there is also the 55-meter-high FUJIYAMA Tower over there, where you can see Mount Fuji."

"But the Curse Spirit looks much uglier than the Ghost. Maybe this one today will be uglier to a new level."

Huailiang remained calm and composed: "It doesn't matter."

Xia Youjie turned sideways, his eyes changed from careless to focused: "Ryo-san, are you confident about the mission?"

"Not really."

She had a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, with the tails of her eyes slightly open into fan-shaped folds, and her pupils were a cold silver-gray, giving her a feeling of coldness that kept people at a distance.

But at this moment, those clear eyes were half-closed, revealing a sense of laziness and comfort.

"It's either life or death, 50% chance, whatever."

"Isn't Liang-san afraid of death?"

The carriage moving at a constant speed was like a baby cradle, and the deep voice like a cello in her ears made her drowsy.

"Who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe we will die together today."

Xia Youjie felt that perhaps their previous judgment of her was greatly different from the facts.

They were still wondering if the other party was a pawn carefully cultivated by an organization with ulterior motives to assassinate Gojo Satoru.

After all this time, it turns out that this amnesiac "chess piece" itself does not have many worldly desires, and even its instinctive desire to survive is not that strong.

The wavering balance in my heart tilted slightly towards the 'good' side.

"Well, there are still many wonderful things to experience in life. Liang Sang is still so young. Only by living longer can you experience more wonderful experiences."

As usual, Xia Yujie began to comfort his companion who he thought was thinking astray, and his voice was gentle, "You should be more optimistic."

Huai Liang's mind became increasingly dizzy from being nagged, and he muttered weakly, "Then let's euthanize together."

Xia Youjie:......

The car stopped in a dilapidated neighborhood. The abandoned hospital called Jiahui had been surrounded by yellow cordon and all the people in the surrounding streets had been evacuated.

After closing the car door, Huailiang stretched lazily.

The assistant supervisor who was responsible for picking them up and dropping them off made the following statement: "Out of darkness, darker than darkness. Purify the filth, purify the filth."

A black "water curtain" quickly extended outward from the center of the sky above the hospital, until it formed an inverted arc that enveloped it.

The assistant supervisor named Zhengjin Temple nodded to the two of them and said, "I wish you good luck in martial arts."

Without any hesitation, Huai Liang and Xia Youjie walked through the tent and stepped into the hunting range of the first-level cursed spirit.