The spell daily of the departed savior

Before Hui Yuanxiong died in the mission, he was going to buy a little bear doll for his sister.At that time, the one he watched with Hui Yuanxiong was exactly the same as the girl's little bear.

— But, that was ten years ago.

Wuli raised his eyes slowly, taking a panoramic view of the bones crawling down the pile of discarded instruments.

Those black eyes are like the surface of the sea that is approaching by a tsunami.

He hooked his lips and laughed softly: "Okay."

"This kind of death has no value." Wuli's eyes were cold: "There is no need to continue to exist."

The author has something to say: Industrial water tanks, the huge ones (by making gestures to show the size)

In the Tokyo Conjuration High School, the exchange meeting between the Kyoto school and the Tokyo school is going on.

However, in the workshop of the assistant supervisor, there was a sudden exclamation.

"This, this... why the information suddenly changed by itself!"

A supervisor widened his eyes and pointed at his computer screen tremblingly: "The first mission assigned to Mr. Wuli should have come from the help of the local residents half a month ago. Just now it suddenly became ten Years ago!"

The rest of the supervisors who stayed in the college immediately became serious, and came over to check: "Indeed, the registration time of the computer has changed."

"Wait!" One of the supervisors suddenly ran aside eagerly, and dug out the background investigation information of the task that had been assigned to Wuli: "The previous background investigation showed that the location was an abandoned factory, but..."

The rest of the people were shocked, and slowly looked at the computer screen on the automatic update page: "This place, since a tragedy happened ten years ago, has been hidden away together with the factory. The system shows that the police have searched it several times. None of the missing persons have been found."

"What's going on? The information I saw just an hour ago is not like this." Several supervisors looked at each other.

"Supervisor Yidizhi's phone can't be reached, and the same goes for Mr. Wuli and Mr. Qihai!" The supervisor who first noticed the abnormality ran out of the door anxiously: "The situation is abnormal, and we need to report it to the principal or the magician."

"Wait, the exchange meeting is still in progress, everyone is in the judging room!"

But the supervisor had left the voices of his colleagues far behind, gritted his teeth and ran towards the main building.

If the information does go wrong, every second of delay increases the risk of leaving the newly recruited physical education teacher by one point.He must immediately explain the situation to the principal or Mr. Gojo, and send free conjurers to meet him...

"Shh-!"

The supervisor's field of vision spun, and finally landed heavily on the ground, his pupils began to slacken.

The blue-haired curse spirit came out from the side.

The real person crossed his hips and looked down at the gradually cooling corpse: "Don't disturb Gojo Satoru, those who get in the way don't come to hinder me."

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【week】.

The invisible Qi is entwining the air, forming several sharp threads with Wuli as the center, cutting all the white bones that try to get close to Wuli into powder.

Jianren Qihai kept waving the short machete, and a layer of white powder had piled up on the ground after a while.

Even if the attack power of these bones is low, they are not a threat to Wuli and Qihai Jianren.However, the reasons for the movement of still unclear corpses and the huge number still made Qihai Jianren feel a little troublesome.

But before Qi Haijian could make a move, Wuli had already spoken first, and said to the curse spirit who didn't know where he was hiding: "Aren't you going to show up?"

"Staying here for a long time, so greedy that you can't even let go of the gas left on the surrounding objects, you should have already longed for the fresh life of human beings to the limit, right?"

The mountain wind blew up the white powder on the ground, the bones stretched out their finger bones towards Wuli with blood and tears, and the sharp silk thread cut the air and made a subtle cracking sound.

Wu Li stood in the center of all this, with long black hair curled behind him, sharp and crazy eyes.

"Since you refuse to come out, then... I'll come to you."

The voice fell, and the monotone scattered in the air.

【round】.

A strong airflow suddenly erupted from around Wuli's body, forming a huge circle that enveloped the entire factory.

The air stands still for a moment.

Then the next moment, all the white bones were crushed into powder by the invisible airflow.

The white powder was swept up into the sky by the strong wind, and then fell down one after another, covering the entire factory like falling snow.

Jianren Qihai's heart skipped a beat. Years of experience in fighting curse spirits made him quickly reach out and brush off the powder that fell on his shoulders.

But it seems too late.

The scattered wind began to gather at a certain center as the origin, and the white powder was drawn into the wind, and the tornado formed by the gradually violent wind began to spread outward, and Wuli and Qihai Jianren were swept into the eye of the storm in the blink of an eye .

Above the most central eye of the storm, a tall, elongated and elongated bony body began to take shape from the bottom up.

Wuli held his head up, his black eyes reflected the terrifying appearance of a pure white bone monster.

Jianren Qihai was astonished: "This is... a special curse spirit!"

——Is that why he can't feel the existence of the magic power?All the "nutrients" were absorbed by the curse embryo hidden somewhere, and a certain behavior between him and Wuli just now became the opening condition for the birth of the curse embryo, allowing this super curse spirit to be born smoothly.

Before Qihai Jianren could think any further, this newly born special-grade curse spirit had already bent down its huge body several stories high, and slowly stretched out its bony palm in the direction of Wuli.

"I'm fine, it hurts."

Wuli's slender figure stood quietly on the spot, neither dodging nor evading.

The hoarse voice of the curse spirit has an empty and inorganic texture: "The human being who makes me feel such pain, feels the same pain as me..."

Curse, 【Ten Strikes Curse】——

Before the curse spirit's bone-shattered huge palm touched Wuli, Qihai Jianren had already activated the spell, and the tall body of the spell spirit was divided into ten equal parts in his eyes, and the three-to-seven ratio was forcibly changed under the effect of the spell. As the weak point, the short machete in his hand accurately chopped at that point.

The huge curse spirit trembled and howled.

The hollow sound was piercing.

"Mr. Wuli! Back off." Jianren Qihai hit it with one blow, and immediately fell from the air to block Wuli: "This is no longer the third-level curse spirit that you were originally tasked with. I will delay this super-level curse spirit later." Ling, you see the opportunity to get out of here!"

"Leave?" Wuli chuckled without a hint of warmth: "Mr. Qihai, I won't collect the corpse for you."

Jianren Qihai frowned, and once again felt that Wuli had a different reaction from normal people when he was on the Shinkansen.

But without waiting for the magician to think about it, countless white butterflies spewed out from the wide-open mouth of the magician, covering the entire field of vision.

……

"!"

Jianren Qihai suddenly woke up and sat up.

"If you don't wake up again, I will throw you here, Nanami-kun."

Jianren Qihai followed the sound and saw Wuli standing by the window with his back turned to him.

Although Wuli's words made Jianren Qihai frowned, he was still relieved to see that the people he brought out, who would become his juniors in the workplace, were unscathed.Then he looked up and scanned his surroundings.

It is an ordinary residential house, and the surrounding furniture is simple and old. It looks like a product of some kind of unified manufacturing, which has been around for some years.

The single bed that Jianren Qihai was sitting on at the moment was a bit short, and his two long legs were bent on the bed with some grievances, but they still stretched out a bit.

The discomfort of the long legs huddled together made him look down at himself, the length of the bed and the pattern of the sheets made him guess: "The little boy's room?"

"Where are we now? I must have lost consciousness during the battle. How long have I been unconscious?"

Qihai Jianren quickly judged the situation he was in and entered a state of alert: "Mr. Wuli, what happened?"

The purple-red light of the sunset shone on Wuli's face from outside the window, and his eyes looked indifferently not far away: "It's about to start."

Jianren Qihai turned over and got out of bed, the moment his feet touched the ground, he was stunned for a few steps, and subconsciously reached out to hold the cabinet next to him so as not to fall.

A few minutes later, when his vision finally returned to normal, he was finally able to walk to Wuli's side normally and follow the other's line of sight.

The alpine forest in Sihe, the factory with noisy machinery not far away, and the leisurely evening life below the second floor of the building where they are, the mother is holding the child and humming, and the father who is off work rides a car and smiles.

Jianren Qihai frowned, and pulled out this familiar picture from his somewhat confused brain.

——It was the abandoned factory where their mission was located.

It's just that now, the factory is still in operation, and their perspective is the perspective of the family area looking at the factory.

"Don't go out." Wuli didn't turn around, and he already sensed Qihai Jianren's movement to push the door and go out to investigate: "Wait and see."

Jianren Qihai wanted to ask something, but he stopped in Wuli's indifferent expression and stood beside him.

5:40pm.

Jianren Qihai glanced at his watch, waiting for what Wuli said, while thinking about countermeasures.

——The conjurer's spell power is extracted from his own emotions after a long period of training.And he has a constraint that no other conjurer has.

off-duty hours.

As long as the working hours of the day exceed 8 hours, the remaining working hours will be regarded as overtime work, and Nanami Jianren, who hates overtime work, will gain more powerful spells during this period.