master transferred to spellcaster

"There are actually two special grades?"

Wandering leisurely in the exotic field, Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head and looked somewhere.

"When did premium become so cheap?"

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The child let go of the hand holding Fujimaru Tachika's clothes, straightened up, and under the gaze of the two, straightened his hair and clothes that had become a little messy during the escape, and then parted his gaze to the two nervous people .

When seeing Fujimaru Tachika, the child's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his lips that seemed to be smiling became more obvious.

By coincidence, in order to accommodate the child who straightened his upper body, Fujimaru Tateka followed the child's movements and let him sit on his arm. At this time, he had to raise his head slightly to see the child's expression clearly.

Stretching out an arm like a lotus root, the child held Fujimaru Tateka's cheeks, his sharp nails sank into the flesh, and the force that did not conform to the appearance restrained the movements of the person under him, making Fujimaru Tateka only look at him.

"Ah, master, my master, um, um, poor monk, I finally found you!"

The childish and immature voice distorted under the excited tone, and the diffuse black pupils almost occupied the entire eye socket.

"what--"

The ten fingers pinched on the face tended to be more and more forceful, making Fujimaru Tateka suspect that what the child wanted to pinch was not his face but his neck.

He deeply reflected on why he didn't just throw people out directly, so that he fell into such a passive situation now.

Sensing that the muscles on his face tightened due to the pain, the child raised his fingertips and pressed his palm against the place where a trace of blood was pinched.

The extremely passionate tone was like a flash in the pan, and in just a moment, the child seemed to have calmed down, frowned slightly, and rubbed the skin under his palm with his palm apologetically.

"I'm very sorry, my master, I accidentally hurt you. Hehe, the poor monk was too excited, it's really rude."

"It's ok?"

It's a bit like a cat after accidentally catching its owner.

This very untimely idea gave Fujimaru Tatsuka even goosebumps.

Before waking up, Fujimaru Tateka thought that the child might be an ordinary person, who was made up like this for various reasons.

So now the possibility is completely zero.

Even if he didn't make any substantial attack on them after waking up, the dangerous aura emanating from the child was enough to make people set off the highest level of alert.

The strange thing is that even though he clearly knew that this child was a dangerous existence in his heart, Fujimaru Tateka felt that he was subtly trusting that he would not do anything to him here.

Does this show that I did know the child before?

Or is it the child's special ability?

Looking past the child's young figure, one could see Fu Heihui on the opposite side making a posture of preparing for battle, but did not move.

Does this mean that Fu Hei also feels the same as himself?

As long as Fu Heihui has the ability to read minds for a few seconds, he... doesn't know what to say.

He didn't move because he couldn't move at all.

From the moment the child opened his eyes, a huge oppressive force erupted from him, sweeping across the entire narrow space in an instant.At that moment, Fu Heihui even stopped thinking completely.

If you concentrate the mantra on the eyes, you can see that the mantra on the child is thick enough to distort the figures of himself and Fujimaru Tachika, and ominous black and purple surges around his body, just simply Just looking at it makes one feel damned.

It's better to say that Fujimaru Tatsuka was shocked by the fact that he still didn't feel anything.

Fujimaru Tachika, who really didn't feel anything, decided to try to communicate with the child first.

"You know me? What's your name?"

The curvature of the child's lips remained unchanged, and he tilted his head, looking at Fujimaru Tachika.

"My master, have you lost your memory?"

"Ah, um, probably."

"Well, then it's time to introduce myself again."

Leaping lightly from Fujimaru Tatsuka's arms, the child gave a rather elegant salute.

"It's the first time we've met, poor monk. His real name is Ashiya Domitsu. Please take care of me in the future."

The moment the last syllable of the self-introduction fell, the pressure on Fu Heihui's body suddenly lightened, and those scattered forces had obviously been restrained by the master intentionally.

The excessive mental shock made him still freeze in place.

What a joke, Ashiya Michimitsu was a character more than 1000 years ago!

No, as a great onmyoji who was famous at that time and could rival Abe Seimei, it seems that it is not impossible to turn into a curse spirit after death.

But why it appears as a child, and why Fujimaru Tachika is called the master are still huge mysteries.

Fujimaru Tachika also has a lot of questions to ask.

About his past, whether he is the real Ashiya Domitsu, why "Ashiya Domitsu" would call him his master... All kinds of questions are almost pouring out of his throat.

He still held back.

What they need to solve most now is the current situation, defeating the super magic spirit outside, and breaking away from this birth domain, instead of asking the children in front of them.

With his and Fu Hei's strength alone, it's very difficult to do it.

So what he has to do is...

"If you say I am your master, can you help us fight?"

Fujimaru Tachika squatted down, looking straight at Ashiya Michiman.

"Happy to serve."

The dignified and humble demeanor on the chubby face made the bewitching child look a little cute.

"Well……"

The child who had been smiling appropriately pursed his mouth, and the culprit casually withdrew the hand he had just squeezed.

Well, it feels good in the hand, very easy to pinch.

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The fog concentration in the field is so high that you can hardly see your fingers if you stand in it, even if you climb to the top of the building, there is no way to increase your visibility much.

The tiles under his body felt wet and cold to the touch, and the hollow lace and thin fabrics were soaked in moisture within a short time.

Fujimaru Tateka, who was lying on the roof of a small British-style building, raised the spell in his hand a little higher.

Although Daoman said it was waterproof... But be cautious, if the spell fails due to getting wet, it will make people laugh.

Well, that's right, the spell in his hand was made by a child who called himself Ashiya Michimitsu.

It is said that it has the power to burn the black mist curse spirit with one fire.

The overall attack power of the Black Mist Curse Spirit is not as strong as that of ordinary special grades, otherwise the Jade Dog would not be able to hang around for so long, this is the information of Fu Hei.

What they lack is the ability to deal with incorporeal creatures.

Nue's lightning attack was effective, but not strong enough.

At this time, Ashiya Michimitsu proposed that he could make a charm that could burn the black mist spell, and gave them a small-scale experiment on the spot.

As for why he is here, not Fuhei or Ashiya Michimitsu himself...

"Unfortunately, in the current state of the poor monk, it is already the limit to make a spell with all your strength. Please don't count on the poor monk for the battle."

Holding the hem of the monk's robe with a small hand to cover half of his face, he seemed too ashamed to face.

"The method of use is very simple, just paste it on the upper center of the curse spirit. But... I can only ask the master to take a risk."

Fu Heihui looked at Ashiya Michiman vigilantly, "I can't do it?"

"The charm can only be activated by the power that has the breath of the poor monk. The master is the master of the poor monk, so he naturally has the breath of the poor monk. Well, well, don't worry, my master, even at the price of death, the poor monk will fight with you with you."

No matter how you think about that sentence, it doesn't mean to protect him with your life.

In the end, although Fugurohui agreed that Fujimaru Tachika would come close to the curse spirit and paste the spell, but insisted that Ashiya Michimitsu and him be responsible for leading the curse spirit to the designated location.

Fujimaru Tachika tentatively mentioned that Ashiya Michimitsu, who was originally reluctant, followed Fukuroi obediently and left.

Could it be that he is actually a good boy?

Fujimaru Tatsuka felt a chill.

What kind of master, master, he still can't imagine.

Ask him after you get out.

The sound of fighting had come close, and the sharp birdsong came from the sky. Fujimaru Tatsuka looked up and saw that it was Fukuroe's nue.

Nue swooped down from behind Fujimaru Tatsuka, hooked the belt around Fujimaru Tatsuka's waist and glides down.

As the distance shortened, the scene in the mist gradually became clear, and it was the huge black mist curse spirit in front of him.

The body of the Black Mist Curse Spirit is too huge, and Fujimaru Tachika feels that he has been gliding for a long distance, and the visible range in front of him is still full of black.Ling 魊尛裞;

In the blink of an eye, an area with blood-red threads suddenly appeared in the line of sight.

The red color outlines a womb-like shape like blood vessels, beating quietly and slowly in the black mist.

From the moment Fujimaru Tachika's sight was projected on it, the black and red 'womb' suddenly accelerated its pulsation, and each pulsation was accompanied by an increase in its volume.

Damn, something is coming out.

Too late to think, too late to consider the sense of disobedience in his heart, Fujimaru Tateka firmly pressed the spell depicting the shape of the eye into the black mist.