The vest cannot be collapsed

On the mountain outside the suburbs, Gojo Satoru had already arrived in front of the high-ranking conjurer in Sendai.

He was holding the collar of the eighty-year-old elder, and was having a friendly exchange of quotes.

The brightly lit building he visited a few times ago is now almost dead, only a few scattered windows are lit, and the front door is even closed.

When Gojo Satoru came in from the outside with a stomach full of fire, he didn't even meet a living person.

I don't know if it's because these conjurers are extremely confident in the task they have manipulated, but when this promotion task was carried out, there was not a conjurer left here to watch.

So Gojo Satoru kicked open the door, and he looked like he could eat three children raw without dipping in sauce. When he came in, the elder inside the door seemed to be planning to go out, before the elder could react. At that time, he extremely disrespected the old and cared for the young, and pushed the old man whose hair was almost as white as his on the table.

The solid wood table made a muffled sound.

Xia Youjie, who came in behind, twitched his right eyelid and closed the door silently.

He felt that it was necessary to close the door for Gojo Goku now, since everyone was an adult, and even though Gojo Gogo had nothing to do at ordinary times, he didn't want to go and sit down with an orange.

Gojo Satoru, who was still angry, looked at the high-ranking officials in Sendai who tried to calm down with panic after he lifted his collar, and grinned maliciously, revealing a row of neat teeth.

The elder pretended to be calm and his face froze.

"...Enlightenment," Xia Youjie, who had just closed the door, happened to see this wicked scene, and his irritated mind was stalled by his childish behavior, "Be serious."

Obviously he came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime, but when Wutiao Wu saw that the elder had become like this, the evil taste that had nowhere to rest in his heart revived, and he began to lose his shape in an instant.

"What are you doing here?" The elder, who was finally put down, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked gratefully at Xia Youjie.

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I think I should ask you this."

"What are you doing here again?"

His pale pupils flashed an arc of unknown meaning under the extremely bright moonlight.

Gojo Satoru rarely used honorifics.

"You are the only one here?" The arrogant intruder looked around.

"It's worse than I thought." He suddenly tilted his head and looked at the elder. "I thought that the entire conjuration world in Sendai would be in full swing."

"Unexpectedly, there is only one person here."

He found out that the assessment tonight was over.

At this time, Wujo Wu seemed to be grabbing his throat instead of his collar. The elder took a few breaths with great difficulty, and finally met his gaze and said weakly: "This matter involves the interests of countless families, not you. One can shake it."

Gojo Satoru let out a loud sneer.

"That's it." He scanned him up and down. .

"I thought it wasn't important," Wujo Wupi looked out of the window with a nonchalant smile, "Looking at your performance, I think you wish they could die."

The elder stopped his mouth as if he was choked.

"Actually, no one knows about the promotion task tonight," he said. "You need too much money from these families. Don't other people know about the income this time?"

"No." He suddenly twisted the fabric on the elder's collar thoughtfully, "Maybe it's not just this time, and it's not the first time you've done something like this."

"Although there are many wastes in the magic world, there are only a few of them in the previous batch of magicians."

It is precisely because the base number is small and there is no major impact that this act can be hidden for so many years.

But human desires are endless.

What people with power want, more power.

The conjurer who was brought to the reception room by him and Xia Youjie had no idea why he had come to this point. The reason why he appeared here was not because he was free, but because he was not free.

Without the hands-on operation of these people, he would have been promoted to the position he wanted without doing these things.

The elders who created these mentioned the civilian management level again and again, and expanded the scale of this cheating practice to the point where there was no place to place those low-level spell spirits and they wanted to collude with local gangs.

They pushed the children of the family with low combat power to the middle position in the magic world, and used this as a lever to exchange more benefits and favors from them.

The conjurers who were promoted to high-level positions and they became grasshoppers tied to the same rope from the day they were promoted, and they who were in the same camp would only spare no effort to continue to hide this secret.

But people's hearts are not enough, and as the scale grows, this matter gradually becomes uncontrollable. Tonight's accident is just the tip of the iceberg. There must be a longer-term internal strife in their group.

So the high-level people involved in this matter began to make one last fortune and run away one after another.

Every "last stroke" is a bomb that does not know when it will explode. As more and more magicians that do not match the level appear, the bomb is getting closer and closer to the explosion.

But everyone has a fluke mentality, and everyone will feel that it is not their turn to be so unlucky.

Obviously, the elder in front of him was not as lucky as Haruki Juyama.

— the bomb went off in his hand.

"Trash never needs to reflect on why he appeared on the list of high-level conjurers that he is not qualified to be on," Gojo Satoru suddenly said meaningfully to the elder who glared at the conjurer, "he only wonders I am already so weak that I am not suitable for missions, why would anyone have different expectations and plans for him."

"It's useless for you to threaten me with other magic families." He looked at the elder in front of him. "In a family, there are wastes and there are geniuses."

"How can a genius accept that the trash he despises steps on his head with the same grade as himself?" Mosuo scratched the elder's collar in confusion.

"Guess those idiots of the Yusan family, after turning their eyes around the owner's one-acre and three-acre cultivated land, they saw that those weak magicians they looked down upon were about to step on their heads, what would they do?"

"Can your family keep you?" He laughed viciously, "Oh, I forgot, that's how you came up."

"The relatives who are not under your protection will only wish to tear you down from here."

The elder broke out in a cold sweat.

"Speaking of which, I now know why the mission scene just below became like that, but you still didn't go down to solve it."

"Because you, elder—" he dragged his tone, "Actually, you are only a third-level."

At this moment, the elder's face froze completely. His face was filled with a look of mixed anger and cowardice. After taking a few depressed deep breaths, he blushed.

"Besides, if others know about it, they can't do anything to us." Xia Youjie, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

"We just happened to pass by here tonight, and we happened to see a mountain full of curse spirits, and coincidentally, except for these curse spirits, we are the same as other magicians in the magic world who voluntarily solved the curse spirits after encountering them , very obey, discipline, observe, law."

What he said was threatening.

All conjurers know Wujo Wu, but not all conjurers know Xia Youjie.Unfortunately, the elder in front of him happened to be one of the high-level people who knew the magic spell operator.

Although Gojo Satoru just said horror, he just held the elder by the collar and didn't make the next move.

But Xia Youjie, who has defected and become a curse master, is not necessarily so.

Before he opened his mouth, Gojo Satoru had guessed the whole story in just a few minutes, and when the elder was all focused on the details about to be thoroughly uncovered, he even forgot that there was another person in this room exist.

Xia Youjie's snake-like cold and indifferent eyes slid across his side face. The elder subconsciously felt as if he was being targeted by some dangerous large animal. Human's survival instinct made him shiver subconsciously. My mind is almost filled with the word "run fast".

It seemed that Xia Youjie really wanted to kill him here, and the elder only felt a shudder running down his back.

"You still have contact with the curse master who defected from the high school." He didn't know where he had the guts to meet Gojo Satoru's gaze, "Does Noctua Masada know that you are so crazy?"

Gojo Satoru narrowed his wet eyes as if hearing some joke: "Do you think I will let Principal Ye Moth know?"

He's pretty proud.

The elder's eyes widened suddenly: "Have you ever thought about how to explain to the conjurer who is going to deal with other curse spirits? You just came up together with a few people. If something happens to me at the hands of the curser, you will There is no escape from the blame. You two are simply crazy for dragging other conjurers into the water."

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed without warning.

"Did I mention that my classmates are normal people?" he said.

At the same time, the lunatic that Wujo Wu called was on his way.

The moonlight illuminates the shadows of the trees on both sides of the trail very clearly, and the shadows of the leaves are printed on the edge of the street by the moonlight. The city is very quiet in the middle of the night, only the rustling sound of some leaves on both sides of the street being blown by the wind.

A black shadow flew across the deserted street.

If someone is watching the surveillance at this time, they will just see this black shadow flashing past the camera at a speed that does not seem like a human being. .

"Good guy, I'm just a good guy." Jushan Haruki sighed while walking around a trash can that had been kicked to the ground.

"What else can you do in the magic world?" He recalled the scene he saw on the mountain just now, and said resentfully, "If you know the food, don't give them such a high-level magic spirit."

"It's all right now," he deftly turned a corner and left the path without street lights, "I'm really shocked."

"I've seen people exorcising curse spirits in urban areas in the past, and this is the first time I've seen people who put curse spirits in urban areas."

The gloves on his hands that he never took off all the year round are now stuffed into his pockets. In fact, the current situation is much more serious than what he scolded.

The wrong estimate of the level of the curse spirit led to the fact that none of the conjurers present could stop these curses. He originally thought that in the conjuration world, two or three people would carry out this task at the same time.

Who would have thought that when he went to the place, he saw that he was a good guy, a good guy, among the dozen or so magicians, none of them could defeat the first-level magic spirit in front of him.

It's okay if he can't beat it, but after he calms down and asks after getting rid of this curse spirit, he will find out that many of the promotion task objects corresponding to the magician have disappeared.

In this spell upgrade assessment, the final result was that the spell spirits ran around the mountain.

Jushan Haruki took off his gloves and came down from the mountain, crushing countless curse spirits along the way.

Most of the spell spirits hadn't had time to run far, Jushan Qingshu walked all the way down the mountain road, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie were not around, he put the magic power under his feet and ran at an inhuman speed.

Seeing that there was only the last curse spirit left, he searched the entire forest and couldn't find it.That conjurer who was full of whimsical ideas had a rare brain correction, and there really was a curse spirit who went down the mountain and went to the city.

The levels of conjurers who will be promoted tonight are mixed, and the corresponding levels of spell spirits are of course also different. Jushan Haruki only discovered this except for a few spell spirits with huge differences in levels.

No wonder the sorcerer was chased all over the mountain by the magic spirit at the beginning, and the magic spirits of all levels were mixed together. In the end, what he faced was not the one chosen according to his level at all.

The result of the mixture of curse spirits is that Jushan Haruki doesn't know what level of curse the one who ran down the mountain is now, so he has to resign himself to his fate and go to the city along the only way down the mountain.

It should be said that fortunately this is the outskirts of the city, and there are few people. Even at the beginning of the nightlife, there are not a few living people walking on the street.

Empty streets, pedestrians with bloody hands, it is simply a murder scene that can be cut out alone and can be used as a movie poster.

Fortunately, here is a suburb, sparsely populated, few people saw this scene.But the bad is the bad. Here is the suburbs, with intricate road structures and chaotic city management. After Jushan Qingshu went down the mountain, he lost the last trace of the magic spirit.

This area is a residential area, the distance between houses is not too wide, the suburbs are not as wide as the city center, the streets are quiet with fewer people, Ju Shanqingshu just turned a corner, and heard a faint sound coming from the small road. The sound of fighting.

The sound was a little far away, and in the silent and empty night, it sounded like the sound of something being kicked down, or even the sound of many things being overturned.

It's so late, does this sound mean someone is fighting?

Haruki Jushan turned around and walked towards the place where the sound came from.Walking along the street all the way, a person suddenly rolled out of the alley in front of him.

It's not wrong to say "roll off".

This person in sportswear looked like he was hit by something and then borrowed a force and then rolled over.

He stood up from the shadow of the alley, rubbed his hands, and wiped the blood seeping from the tip of his nose. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, and he even wanted to continue beating the person who beat him out. shelf.

At this moment, Jushan Haruki suddenly realized that this person looked familiar.

Isn't this the clerk I just met today!

Why did he come out without sleeping in the middle of the night?

The clerk moved his body, and ran into the alley at a speed that didn't seem to be possible for his age. Haruki Jushan saw him punching and kicking the air when he entered.

Or... punching and kicking the air in his eyes?

Because in Jushan Haruki's eyes, the opposite of this nimble and quick-handed clerk was clearly the curse spirit that he didn't find on the mountain in the end.

Can ordinary people have a [-]/[-] fight with the mantra spirit?Doesn't he think it's weird to fight around a cloud of air?

——Obviously the curse spirit is also thinking about this question.

[I feel that the curse is a little more overwhelmed than him. 】The system accurately described it after a long silence.

The outrageous curse spirit with three eyes, four legs, five ears and six mouths is fighting with Yuzu Yujin in full swing, and no one has noticed his existence. Seeing that it is impossible to exorcise the last curse spirit silently, Haruki Jushan had no choice but to brew his emotions for a long time——

"There's a ghost—"

The silent night sky streaked across the unintentional wail of this scumbag.

"Ehhh?" Knotabagi Yuhito, who was casting a curse spirit, was taken aback, and subconsciously looked back.

It was this glance that let the curse find a flaw, and he punched Knotabazu Yujin's undefended right cheek cleanly.

Yuzu Yuhito flipped backwards, took several steps backwards and staggered to the side of Haruki Jushan.

The two looked at each other in embarrassment.

"Can you see ghosts?" Clerk Haruki Juyama took a step back and made a panicked voice that was just brewing.

"Uh..." Knotabagi Yujin was stunned for a second.

"...So it's a ghost." He paused for a moment, and sighed sincerely.

"I watched the movie and thought the ghosts were pale women with disheveled hair like Sadako and Kayako," he said, "so all the ghosts are transparent now?"

"The times are advancing," Haruki Yoshiyama, who had a terrified expression just now, straightened his face, "Don't engage in racial solidification."

"Why is it that only humans can be ghosts now?"

"The old society turned people into ghosts, and the new society turned ghosts into people."

Knotatsu Yuhito was down for a second.

"You're right," he thought for a few seconds, then said seriously, "I shouldn't have an inherent impression of ghosts."

"Stand back a little," the reliable underage male blocked him from behind, "You are a civil servant and don't know how to fight."

Haruki Juyama's conscience ached for a second.

"You are amazing," he immediately threw away this kind of thing he didn't need, and started talking nonsense, "I can't even fight, let alone fight with ghosts."

Knotabagi Youruhito blushed from his praise, touched his head in embarrassment, and narrowly avoided the fist waved by the curse spirit.

"Actually, I can't see it either." He skillfully fought back and forth with the curse spirit countless times, avoiding countless deadly spells as if predicted, and said modestly without knowing anything.

"No..." Jushan Haruki twitched the corner of his mouth and emphasized, "I think you are really powerful,"

Especially from the point of view of being an ordinary person and having a [-]-[-] split with the curse spirit.

"Why did you appear here in the middle of the night? Where's your boss?" Knotabagi Yuhito, who was fighting, asked curiously.

"Our boss found the boss of the other gang," Ju Shanqingshu Shi Shiran leaned on the pole and sighed, "They are fighting."

"Then it's really not peaceful tonight——" Yuzu Yuhito was thrown onto the wall by the curse spirit, and then flexibly completed a perfect turn in the air when he was about to touch the wall. I tapped the wall for help.

"Why are you here?" Haruki Jushan asked curiously.

"Because I'm going home late tonight," Knotabagi Yuhito lowered his voice embarrassingly, "The seniors in the Lingyan Club asked me to accompany them to study campus ghost stories tonight. I don't worry about letting girls go back alone after midnight." home, so I came to send him back.”

[... A very reliable junior high school student. 】The system looked at Haruki Juyama, who was leaning on the telephone pole and began to call the small advertising number posted on it, and then looked at Yujin Knotabagi, who was calling back and forth with the magic spirit, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"?" Jushan Haruki was stunned by his sudden and meaningful exclamation, "Am I unreliable?"

[? 】The system also responded with a question mark, 【Are you finally crazy?Can this kind of nonsense be said? 】

Before Jushan Haruki could answer, it sighed to itself: 【Making human beings keep rational forever is indeed a luxury. 】

Haruki Juyama:? ? ?

"Shouldn't you update the installation package and reconnect with the headquarters?" He suggested sincerely.

The situation of the system that does not match the preamble and the afterword seems to be in a serious packet loss state.

During the few gags between him and the system, Yuzu Yuren fought back and forth with the curse spirit a few more times.This curse spirit obviously has a bit of thinking ability. After many fights, it finally judged that it might not be able to beat the person in front of it.

So it directly locked its target on Haruki Yayama, who had been standing on the side and looked weak.

It rushed directly towards the direction of Jushan Haruki.

"Be careful!" Hirohito Kojo, who was fighting the curse, somehow judged the invisible opponent's next battle intention, and also rushed towards Haruki Yoshiyama, trying to push him away before the curse. open.

The curse spirit was the first to touch Haruki Jushan's bare wrist, and Yuzuhiro Hirohito felt a gust of breeze blowing in front of him, and immediately, Haruki Jushan pushed him up from his body through the sleeve.

"Where's that ghost?" The nervous Knotabagi Yuhito didn't notice his little move, he just thought that he was covered in dust from the fight just now, and the person in front of him was a clerical worker anyway, a bit of a clean freak completely normal.

"You are so powerful," Haruki Jushan, who had blown up the curse spirit just now, clapped exaggeratedly, "You beat the ghost away."

"Ah?" The nervous knotted knotweed Yujin rarely grasped a point.

"How do you know that the ghost was beaten away by me?"

"Uh..." Haruki Jushan was stuck for a second.But the successful little white flower never collapsed. In an instant, a set of reasoning with perfect logic of cause and effect was formed in his mind, and then he opened his mouth full of nonsense.

"Have you ever thought..." Jushan Haruki was serious, "You actually have the talent of an onmyoji!"

Knotweed Yuhito:?

"It's like this," he sighed regretfully, "I still didn't hide it."

"Actually, we are all onmyojis," he said sincerely, "Our boss came here to clear up the turmoil, and the gang with which we have old enemies is a monster clan."

Knotabagi Yuhito seemed to have seen a Martian.

"Really, I didn't lie to you," Haruki Jushan nodded, and took out a receipt from his bosom after swiping Wujo Wu's receipt last time, facing the side with the words facing himself, using the magic power lit it. "look."

The blue flame formed by the mantra illuminated half of his face, and Knotaba Yuhito's eyes widened.

"Look, you heard about the girl group that our other boss talked about before," Haruki Jushan said persuasively, "Do you think three men who are about the same size as those big guys can be like girls?"

Knotaba Yuhito shook his head.

"Isn't that right?" Haruki Jushan clapped his hands, "All monsters are androgynous, which is normal."

Yuzu Yuhito felt that something was wrong, Haruki Jushan seemed to be cheating on him.But at the same time he felt very reasonable, and gradually I understood everything.

"Then I have this talent, your gang... No, your Yin Yang Liao, are you still recruiting?" He asked tentatively

"No more." Jushan Haruki shook his head seriously,

"You can't delay your child's college entrance examination," he said, "Being an onmyoji has no future."

Righteous light!

After the compilation is finished, and the curse spirit is exorcised, Haruki Jushan is going to ask where Gojo Satoru is now.

"I'll call our boss," he said seriously, "The ghost you saw tonight is actually a member of that monster clan who escaped."

"I'm here to get rid of these wandering ghosts."

He came down to fight!Knotabagi Yuhito grasped the point instantly.

Facing Knotabagi Yujin's shocked expression that you would fight and lie, Jushan Haruki straightened his face: "Look what I just burned was a charm."

Knotabagi Yuhito nodded.

"Yes," he said nonsense without changing his face, "I am an onmyoji who can only use spells, and they are onmyoji who can fight, so I am a civil servant."

Reasonable and convincing.

"Then why don't you use spells to communicate." Kiwi Yuto thought about the many TV dramas he had watched, and asked curiously.

"Burning paper will produce carbon dioxide," Haruki Iyama said earnestly when he dialed the phone. "Every time you burn a piece of paper in Japan, the hole in the ozone layer in Antarctica will expand by one point."

"Protecting the environment starts with not using yin and yang and embracing modern technology."

Knotabagi Youroto seemed to be shocked by the awareness of these onmyojis.

"Then what," before the call was connected, the curious kid Yuzu Yuhito said in the final intercourse, "That... so is it true that you got pregnant first before marriage?"

How could he still remember this?

"..." Haruki Jushan felt guilty for a second because of the nonsense he said a few hours ago.

"It's true." Then he affirmed solemnly one second before the call was connected.

Suddenly a phone rang in the silent room.

"Look," Gojo Satoru shook the screen, "another lunatic."

He opened the release.

From the other end of the phone came Jushan Haruki's weak and deceitful voice, and he couldn't tell that he had brutally reshaped the worldview of Knotabazu Yuhito more than ten minutes ago: "Wujo teacher, where are you and the leader? "

Gojo Satoru opened the public announcement only to tell the conjurer who tried to blackmail him with this matter in this way, that he actually didn't care at all that the news of Haruki Hayashi's resurrection was spread.

Unexpectedly, the second after this voice came out of the microphone, the elder suddenly turned pale, and his expression was more frightened than before.

"The lunatic you're talking about is Jushan Haruki?" The elder took a few steps back quickly, his eyes horrified, "When did he come back?"

He used "come back" instead of "resurrection".

Gojo Satoru immediately realized something was wrong.

"What do you mean?" He quickly hung up the phone.

"I..." The elder's expression was clearly more frightened than when he heard Xia Youjie was going to kill him before.

Just when Gojo Satoru was about to press him further, the cell phone that had just been hung up suddenly rang again.

This time, it was Yi Gu's voice that came from the opposite side.

"Sorry for calling so late," he said, "Mr. Wutiao, I found what you asked me to look up."