The spell daily of the departed savior

Which brain is sick enough to dare to use that ferocious beast to look at the gate?

Finally found a member of his boss organization, almost crying: "Boss, please go back to Bodo and continue to grow the organization."

"No, my wife is here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Kazama Yonlan resolutely refused: "Being the leader is too tiring, it's better to look after the door. Where can I find such a relaxed job for the elderly?"

Yokohama will not care about young people whose ideal is to watch the gate.

Until Oda Sakunosuke was attacked and injured.

Lan Heng, who was burning with flames, walked across the corpses all over the ground with her lover in her arms, like a ghost.

Butei & Ability Division & Combination: Hey—port mafia actually uses this kind of beast to guard the gate?Outrageous.

Mori Ogai: ...

When Wuli and Qihai Jianren returned to the high school, they almost caused a large-scale sensation.

The exchange meeting between the Kyoto school and the Tokyo school had a major change under the attack of the special magic spirit, and it ended hastily. Before the teachers and students of the Kyoto school had time to evacuate, they faced the impact of the blood man.

"This, is this a living person!" Song Ji was shocked.

Yidi knew that Jiegao was missing. In order not to scare ordinary people with his severely damaged appearance, Wuli contacted an intelligence dealer in Ikebukuro he knew and entrusted him to find someone to send him back to Gaozhuan by a secret route.

"Tell Orihara Rinya for me, do the commission he entrusted to him, and it's best not to be careful to hide the news, otherwise I don't mind going to Ikebukuro again."

When he was about to get off the car, Wu Li said without hesitation to Qi Hai Jianren indifferently to the lady dressed as a rider in the driver's seat.

Concerned that Wuli looked like he was about to fall apart, and Jianren Qihai was also seriously injured, the Headless Horseman did not drive his own locomotive for the first time, but chose to transport it by car.

Seeing that Wuli didn't seem to be joking at all, the Headless Horseman who had personally seen the bloody night in Ikebukuro many years ago nodded, made an "OK" gesture, and then stepped on the accelerator to the end and left quickly.

When Wuli turned around, he saw behind him outside the main entrance of the Conjuration College, full of teachers and students who were so frightened that they were clutching their hearts.

Wuli: "..."

"Student from the Zen Academy, put away your expression, and it won't be too late to cry when I really die." Wuli frowned, and decided to comfort his temporary student a little: "Student Knotweed, wipe your nose, put it in your mouth quickly gone."

"Old, teacher!" The pink-haired boy ran over with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hand to help Wuli but didn't dare to touch his body without a piece of good flesh.

At such a close distance, Knotweed Yuren could see clearly that Wuli's injury was not caused by excessive bleeding and the whole body was stained red, but because all the skin and muscles were damaged and peeled off.He could even clearly see the snow-white bones and beating heart in the flesh and blood.

Knotaba Yuhito was stunned heavily.

He took a few quick breaths before he dared to look up at Wuli's face again: "Teacher Wuli, you..."

"Huh? What are you, a human being? It seems interesting to be able to survive with such an injury."

A mouth suddenly appeared on the back of the hand that Knotabagi Yujin stretched out towards Wuli, and he grinned.

"Shut up!" Yuzu Yujin's other hand covered the back of his hand with a "snap!", and Chong Wuli smiled apologetically.

Wuli didn't make Wuli wait for too long, Jia Ruzi, who had been notified on the way, walked out of the high school in high heels: "Get out of the way, where is the injury?"

When pushing away the people from the two schools crowded at the door, Jia Ruzi was still muttering in his heart, what are the people from the Kyoto school doing here?

But when she saw Jianren Qihai and walked over quickly, and finally saw Wuli blocked by Yuzuhiro Hirohito, she understood why—look, dead people can still walk!

"You." Jia Ruozi quickly glanced at Wuli from head to toe, and after roughly understanding his injury, his eyes were complicated: "... Forget it, ask me later, come with me."

Wuli nodded, and under everyone's amazed eyes, he calmly followed behind Jia Ruzizi, and walked into the college on the road that was subconsciously separated by everyone from the two schools.

Jianren Qihai's injury is relatively serious in the human cognition category, and he has been roughly treated and bandaged on the way back. Compared with Wuli's horrific injury next to him, it is not so conspicuous.

When passing by Gojo Satoru who had been standing silently behind everyone in the high school, Qihai Jianren paused, and asked in a low voice: "Third-level curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, the corners of his lips were pursed into a line, his eyes covered by blindfolds made it impossible to see his emotions.

The headmaster of the Kyoto school, Leyanji Jiashin, also slowly moved his gaze along with Wuli's walking, looking sideways at the bloody back of the young man.The eyes that were covered by the drooping skin of the forehead and eyebrows finally raised their heads and exposed, the pupils of the eyes narrowed into dots.

"Kamo..." Leyanji Jiashin's voice was deep and hoarse, which is unique to the old man.

Kenji Kamo, who was standing behind him, also opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Wuli's back seriously: "Principal, I understand."

"Hey, what interesting whispers are you talking about without taking me?" The two were about to say something when Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared and blocked their view of Wuli.

Hearing the familiar and headache-inducing voice, Le Yansi Jiashen twitched the corners of his mouth, snorted and ignored Gojo Satoru, instead, he looked at Ye Moth Zhengdao at the side: "When will Principal Ye Moth take care of someone?"

Night Moth looked up at the sky, his face was as serious as ever: "Suddenly my ears can't hear."

Leyan Temple Jiashen: "..."

Gojo Satoru bent down with his hands in his pockets, and put his smiling face in front of Leyan Temple Kashin's eyes: "The bus from Kyoto school has been waiting outside for a long time, isn't grandpa leaving? Or... do you want to stay here forever?" .”

His last words were very soft, but with a deep and dangerous meaning: "I am such a person who respects the old and loves the young, and I don't mind helping Grandpa realize this little wish. I can also provide fertilization services, I promise you The growth is gratifying, and it blooms in one year and bears fruit in two years."

Leyan Temple Kashin's slack face trembled due to aging, and he looked back at Gojo Satoru with the same gloomy look, snorted coldly, and turned around with everyone in Kyoto School to leave: "Don't worry, Gojo, since you are a teacher, then Let’s focus more on the students.”

Ange Ji glanced worriedly at Gojo Satoru, who was in a wrong mood, but still left with everyone.

Just when Jiashen of Leyan Temple passed by Wujo Wu, he heard Wujo Wu's low voice.

"Wu Li is not dead, are you disappointed, old man?"

Leyanji Kashen's pupils constricted, and he quickly looked back, but only saw Gojo Satoru raised his hand lazily and waved his back in a goodbye gesture.

·

At the same time that Wuli was being treated by home nitrous, the first-year trio also accepted the mission to leave the high school, looking for Yidizhi Jiegao who has not come back so far.

In the medical room with cold and pale lights, Nanami Kento and Gojo Satoru were sitting on chairs against the wall. The two people, who were also blindfolded so that their expressions could not be seen, were silent and did not say a word, just staring at each other. Looking at Wuli on the treatment table.

Nanami Kento doesn't have many happy memories of the treatment room.

He once brought his best friend's skeleton back here with only the upper body left, and heard the verdict of his best friend's death with his own ears.He also sent the students and juniors he brought to the medical room, silently waiting for a final decision.

Conjurer is a profession with a high mortality rate. He has witnessed the death of many conjurers, and even himself has narrowly escaped death several times recently.

However, Jianren Qihai looked at Wuli who was receiving the treatment of the family nitrous reversal surgery, even if he didn't say a word, his trembling hands still revealed his true emotions.

The [Firm] on Wuli's body is always on, so that the airflow protects him closely all the time, so that the spell cannot hurt him and at the same time, the reversal spell cannot take effect on him.

So when the nitrate at home reluctantly made a request, Wu Li took off his anger.

Immediately, the body that relied on the air to wrap the body to replace the skin and organs collapsed, and the broken organ fragments mixed with blood flowed out, filling the treatment table and quickly accumulating a pool of blood on the floor of the medical room.

Gojo Satoru, who had been watching silently, froze, his lips pursed until they turned white.

"Miss Jiajin, you have about 10 minutes." Wuli sensed the remaining vitality in his body, and calmly made a judgment without a trace of emotion: "The heart, lung and throat injuries are the most serious, and the blood vessels are severely damaged. Oxygen function, if not repaired in time, 10 minutes later I would die from hemorrhagic shock and suffocation."

"..."

Jia Ruozi stretched out his hand, which was about to start the inversion technique, and paused, his eyes with heavy dark circles looked down at Wuli speechlessly: "Don't worry, I called Wu to guard against this. Even if I'm used to it Healing, but your injury is still beyond the ability of any healer."

"At the end of the day..." Jiarui Nitro sighed in a low voice, "Even if the spells of the curse spirit are hard to deal with, how did you get so many injuries?"

While speaking, the reversal technique took effect on Wuli's body, muscles and organs were slowly regenerated, the repaired blood vessels resumed their proper functions, and the cold white skin covered the body.

Except for Wuli, everyone in the treatment room breathed a sigh of relief.

Jianren Qihai didn't realize until then that his shirt was wet with his own cold sweat.

"Five, let's talk." Qihai Jianren lowered his voice and said to Wutiao: "I wanted to find out the answer by myself, but at present, I can't let you go."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, stood up indifferently and was about to go out, but was distracted by the housekeeper and called out: "Satoru can go, but Qihai can't—have you forgotten that you are also a seriously injured patient?"

Jianren Qihai refused: "I have dealt with it, and now there are more urgent things..."

"Bandages and potions are not considered treatment. If you leave them alone, your injury will take at least 3 months to heal." Jia Ruzhi said calmly: "I will suggest that the supervisor take you from the hospital on the grounds that the serious injury has not healed." Remove it from the task list, and don't think about working until November."

Jianren Qihai: "..."

He sighed and sat back again: "I see."

Gojo Satoru reached out and patted Qihai Jianren's shoulder sympathetically, and then walked out leisurely with his hands in his pockets: "Since Xiao Nizi's reversal spell is effective for Xiao Li, then I don't have to stay here. Let's go ~ There are still many things left to solve when the curse spirits attack the high school, alas, those curse spirits are so annoying, they always increase my workload. Why don’t we just kill them all?”

Gojo Satoru's complaints gradually subsided as he went away.

Qihai Jianren looked at Wuli again.

After his body was severely damaged and repaired again, the soreness and fatigue accumulated before because the airflow replaced the work of various organs finally surged up.

When Wuli removed the Qi around his body for the convenience of home nitrous treatment, the physical pain and drowsiness eroded every inch of his nerves, making him close his eyes little by little against his will.

From Qihai Jianren's point of view, Wuli seemed to be asleep.

"I don't know how these wounds are accumulated. Is it really the amount that humans can bear?"

After the last wound was finally healed, Jia Ruozi was also sweating from exhaustion. Looking at the young man's calm and handsome face as if he was asleep, she lowered her voice and said to Qihai Jianren: "When I received your call, I thought You're joking with me. How could someone still be alive with all their internal organs damaged? Is this the spell of the curse spirit you encountered?"

Jianren Qihai was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Jia Ruozi sighed, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, and was about to light one but was stopped by Jianren Qihai.

Seeing the younger student pointing at Wuli seriously, Jiaxin raised his eyebrows, but put the cigarette case back.

"However, I'm very happy that you can come back alive." Jia Ruozi walked over, sat on the chair next to Jianren Qihai, and looked at the young man on the treatment table from the same angle as him.

She rubbed her black hair, which was already a little messy, and the dark circles under her eyes were as if she hadn't slept in months, with a deep sense of depression: "I have always been, I can only watch you leave the college, what can you do?" All I have to do is wait. Waiting for you to come to me with injuries, or..."

Jia Ruozi seemed to have a wry smile, took the initiative to end the topic, and asked: "The mission originally assigned to Mr. Wuli should be a third-level spell spirit, but it suddenly became a special-level spell spirit, and the mission location The background situation is almost supernatural. Even I, who has been in the high school, know that this situation is abnormal. Do you have anyone to suspect?"

Jianren Qihai didn't answer, he just stood up, and walked towards the door of the medical room under the eyes of his family: "I'll go get some clothes for Mr. Wu."

"No need." Wuli's voice suddenly sounded.

Startled, the two looked at the treatment table at the same time.