Goujuan always refuses to confess

Shi Zhikong could only hear the yelling of others in his ears, they shouted to let their companions distance themselves from themselves, and took the dog Curly Thorn away from him by the way.

But why take it away?He will not harm the thorn.

It was not he who hurt Thorn.

So who is it that hurts the thorn?

This answer is not difficult to come up with, no one will answer him verbally, but the person who has done that has exposed himself in his heart.

——It’s Knotweed Youruhito.

The first-year student, the container of the two-faced Su Nuo, the existence that Wutiaowu valued, and the other sevens, eighties, and eighties Zhikong can list several for him.

But at this moment, only one of the labels that Shi Zhikong had attached to Yu Zhang Yuren was left—the chief culprit who hurt the dog curly thorn.

Even if Yuzhang Yuren doesn't have this ability, it is an indisputable fact that the two-faced Su Nuo used his body to direct all of that, so Yuzhang Yuren who lent his body will naturally bear part of the responsibility.

Shizhikong didn't intend to reason, his rationality was not enough to support his objective thinking.

What's more, he has been tasting the "regret" from Yuzu Yuhito since he came here, and the strong emotion almost overwhelmed this pink-haired boy.

"Knotweed...Yuhito." Softly calling his junior's name, Tokoedora's tone was so gentle that it was chilling, "Give me the thorn...uh...uh, you-come down, no... ..."

In the middle of speaking, the silver-haired boy suddenly bowed his back, and the language system became disordered, and the intermittent words could not be connected into sentences.

"Birth...can't...put thorn...tiger, wish—"

The golden eyes that had been gloomy for a moment lifted slightly, and the moment Shizhikong stared at Yuzu Yujin, the latter seemed to see the red light flowing in the opponent's eyes.

Knotabagi Youruhito was stunned.

——There seems to be other shadows appearing on Toji-senpai's body.

The pink-haired boy was tugged by his collar, and he managed to get out of the range of the black mud pouring down. By the way, he also avoided the bone-piercing ice wall attacking him.

The curse master, who was offline for a while, looked at the black mud falling from the sky with relief, and applauded again.

"Although it's not planned at this stage, it doesn't matter if it comes earlier." The man with stitches on his forehead smiled at Shi Zhikong, "It's our first meeting, Shi Zhikong."

The silver-haired boy's eyes were fixed on Yujin Yuzhang, and he ignored the curser.

"Oh no, are you in the state of the man-made god 'Ten Branches' or the 'Evil of This World'?" The curse master patted his cassock, thinking seriously, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, wait for you Once the situation is stable, we will talk about cooperation again.”

"Xia Youjie" swallowed the curse spirit in his hand twice.

The curse master narrowed his eyes slightly, and said the guiding words full of malice: "You just need to know that the one who hurt the dog curly thorn is the knotweed Yuren, who can't control the king of curses in his body, the knotweed Yuren."

The silver-haired boy suddenly closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"Xia Youjie!!!"

"Oh? Are you angry? I didn't say anything wrong, right?" "Xia Youjie" smiled again after feeling the newly acquired skill ability, "Isn't it because of the one named Fu Heihui that the two-faced Su Nuo will expand the domain?" .”

"In the end, it's all the fault of you magicians who want to stop you."

Shi Zhikong couldn't hear the following words very clearly, he bowed his body, and heard a "person" whispering privately in his ear.

——Ten branches are empty!

——Ten branches of emptiness Ten branches of emptiness Ten branches of emptiness Ten branches of emptiness...

— let me come let me come let me come...

The black mud gradually rewrapped the existence of the silver-haired boy.

The outside field was clearly divided into two halves, one half was engulfed by the sticky black mud, and the other half of the iceberg tried its best to prevent the black mud from crossing over, so as to ensure that the dialogue between the newly arrived special-level magician and "Xia Youjie" could proceed go down.

But the white-haired younger sister who took the shot couldn't last long, his spell power is limited, and the proliferation of black mud is endless.

"...Master Xia You, I can't hold it anymore."

"Immediately, immediately, I will talk to her a few more words."

The Curse Master glanced at the black sphere behind the ice wall on the right. While he was talking to 99 Youji, several bubbles appeared from the viscous liquid.

——It seems that the plan of the old man in Fuyuki Worm Cave was not very successful.

"Xia Youjie" doesn't care whether the existence that talks back to him is "Ten Zhikong" or "Evil in this world", as long as the function of fulfilling wishes is still there.

"Back." Making a quick judgment, "Xia Youjie" slapped the ground on the soles of his feet with a blow of "Wuwei Transformation".

Quickly explaining what he did, "Xia Youjie" clenched the prison gate in his hand.

"The world has entered the Heian Era, which is about to reappear in the heyday of spells—"

"——And, welcome to the site of indiscriminate wish fulfillment!"

The second after "Xia Youjie" finished speaking, black flowers of evil bloomed under everyone's feet.

Shi Zhikong covered his face, his arms exposed from the cuffs were covered with black and red lines, which contrasted sharply with his fair skin.

His hands were pulled away, as if he could see bright red pupils staring at him from the mucus around him.

Yes, he remembered some.

Before he awoke from this filthy mud, a wish was granted by a being.

That's when he refused, then briefly forgot about it when he woke up.

Now this existence is entangled again, like a gangrene.

The dark brown arms grasped the ten hands and pulled him down, trying to drag him into the abyss instead.

- "Let me be born".

That existence directly expressed such a meaning, and he was able to understand it even though he didn't open his mouth, like projecting his own thoughts in his brain.

"Why?" This time Shi Zhi's refusal was not as decisive as before, his golden peach blossom eyes drooped, "Why should I agree to you."

The ear-piercing scream resounded in Shizhikong's brain, "he" kept repeating his request, and before Shizhikong could answer, he vented his malice once again.

There is what "he" has experienced, and there is also what Shizhikong has experienced.

Pure malice mixed together, ominous presence painted a picture - the death of the spellcaster was brought before his eyes.

The light linen spellcaster whom he had seen a few minutes earlier was missing an arm, lying on a platform of solid ice and slime.

There was a golden arrow stuck in the opponent's chest, and the special arrow feathers gradually dissipated in the air, which was Shi Zhikong's usual form.

Scarlet blood splattered all over the ground, the curser's eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were pale.

Even though he knew it was a fiction, Shi Zhikong was still shaken by the scene he saw.

Just a moment's flaw was also caught by "he".

——"It turned out to be so simple"

- "Human beings have weaknesses"

--"so."

- "Let me be born."

The scene of death was erased from the light golden pupils, Sora closed his eyes, and repeated after the other party, "Angela Mainyu...you will..."

The following words gradually faded away, and when his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed from the illusion constructed by "him" to reality.

I don't know how long it has been.

Whether it was the spell master, the curse master, or the curse spirit who was used as a gun from the beginning to the end, they were all gone.

Only Shi Zhikong was still standing there, surrounded by black mud.

"Huh—it finally came out!" Not far away, a figure crawled out of the black mud, and the person looked at his new body curiously, "Very good, it is indeed a 'wish-making machine', not better than——? Wait !"

It seemed that something was wrong when he checked it over and over again, and he couldn't mobilize his past power at all.

The man turned his head and found that the silver-haired boy who was standing there quietly smiled at him.

— gloomy and twisted.

"Are you satisfied?" The corners of the raised lips were pursed, and the peach-blossom eyes that were absent-minded slowly regained their original expression, "Your body."

Shi Zhikong's gaze swept across the somewhat familiar appearance of the other party.

The original owner of that face was named Emiya Shiro, and he picked a physical body from people he knew well.

He moved a lot of hands and feet on this body.

The corners of the ten lips outlined a mocking arc.

Please, it has been more than ten years since he was pushed to the position of the god master, and he is very familiar with his abilities.

This thing probably called Angela Mainuu dug a hole for him, so he naturally wanted to reciprocate and dig a bigger hole for him to jump into.

He also had to tamp down the soil that filled the hole, so that the other party could no longer crawl out.

Shi Zhikong narrowed his eyes, ignored the yelling of "Angela Mainu", he listened casually for a while, and asked:

"Qihai Jianren, didn't you go with them?"

The silver-haired boy turned his head, with the purple-haired girl on his shoulders, and the adult conjurer dragging a black-haired man stood behind him at a distance.

The adult conjurer looked at his watch, it was a watch that was not broken from the wrist of an unknown corpse.

"This black rain has been falling for 15 minutes." Jianren Qihai said, "I...I want to stay and watch you."

The male conjurer just stood there so calmly, it could not be seen that he had made a lot of determination to stay here.

He arrived here 10 minutes ago and witnessed countless scenes of mourning on the way.

Unexpectedly, he didn't have much emotional fluctuations, and the rest of his life seemed to have taken away...or changed him.

"What are you looking at me for?" Ten Zhikong asked knowingly, "The spines were taken away by them."

Juzhi quickly figured this out, blinking his eyes and turning his head to the other side.

Even though his mind was full of the spellcaster with a broken arm, he still didn't choose to go after the spellcaster.

Looking around again, he vaguely sensed that there were people coming from the outside world, and Shizhi Kong was about to leave Shibuya.

"Aren't you going to find Gouju?" Jianren Qihai looked at the direction Shizhi was heading for, "Which side is the man from Jugao going?"

"Don't go." Shizhi grabbed the other man's throat under the panicked eyes of the young man with the face of "Shirou Emiya", and the spell power turned into shackles to restrain him, "The thorn will be safe in the hands of someone with a high spell."

Toshiko was very sure of this.

"So before going to the thorns, I have to sort out my 'little' problems."

The silver-haired boy grinned, his messy long hair matched with the blackened hunting clothes stained with stains, showing a bit of arrogance.

Especially those golden peach blossom eyes, Qihai Jianren could see through the thoughts of young people earlier, but now they have been blocked out.

"Leave Tokyo first, where to go... I will tell you later."

2018 10 Month 31 Day.

It was a night of disaster for Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru was sealed and caused a series of turmoil, which also led to a series of orders from the director of magic arts.

Without exception, they are all detrimental to Wujo Wuyi faction.

Only the last one is the opposite of the first five instructions.

"Sixth, find Shi Zhikong who was bewitched by the curse spirit, ensure his safety, and do not harm him unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Yi Gu, this matter is also entrusted to you."