The spell daily of the departed savior

Gojo Satoru lifted his moist lips, and smiled playfully: "Yeah, you found out, Nanami."

"Can Qi Haihai imagine that there is a place in the world that is in a state of complete disorder? No matter whether it is the government, the underworld, or any force, it cannot penetrate a single bit, and death and hunger follow everywhere. land."

Gojo Wujo could hear the slight movement of Qihai Jianren holding his breath, he raised his head, and leaned back: "That's right, Xiaoli was born in Meteor Street, and at the last moment before his death, he was killed by three rounds Take it home."

"—No, it was given to a family by Miwa Yiyan."

The scorching autumn sun cast shadows of whirling leaves on Gojo Satoru's body through the tall trees. He remembered the past that Miwa Ichiyan told him when he was still a student in a high school when he was on a mission.

[Xiao Li will become an excellent savior, I have always believed so. 】

When talking about the students, Miwa's eyebrows and eyes were soft: [It's just that the child paid too much attention to me, and I didn't have time to teach him to understand the emotions of normal people.If I die in the mission, I'm afraid he'll even hate the world for it. 】

【Gojo-kun, if I die in battle one day, help me take care of that child. 】

[Tell him that he does not need to avenge me, and continue to live in pursuit of happiness, and he will usher in a new light. 】

……

Meteor Street.

The area with a good name is actually a three-way zone all over the world. It is an abandoned place where drug dealers, murderers, and fugitives gather in large numbers by default in all countries. There are flying ships dumping a lot of garbage every day. People in Meteor Street Fighting in the garbage dump for food and medicine, barely living like a human being in the soaring stench.

A large number of abandoned babies and abandoned children were also thrown here along with the garbage, to fend for themselves.

In such a chaotic place, the future belonging to young people is quietly rising.

The Phantom Brigade from the West End and the duo from Center Street emerged suddenly, and each won a share of power for themselves with ruthless fighting methods.

"Although we agreed to cooperate before, I'm sorry." The leader of the Phantom Troupe, Kurolo Lucilu, suddenly pulled out his dagger, and the sharp blade cut open the entire chest of the person in front of him.

A large amount of blood gushed out, staining Kuroro's black student uniform. He smiled slightly, and the tattoo of the cross on his forehead carried a touch of divine mercy.

"Wu Jun, Meteor Street promised me too much. Although Hisoka's absence can't solve the two of you at the same time, it's not bad to trade your death for something first."

The black-haired and black-eyed boy lying on his back on the rubbish pile didn't say a word, letting a lot of blood spurt from the wound.

It's just that those eyes are always staring at Kuroro fiercely, like a beast that chooses to eat people.

The moment Kuroro stood up straight, the boy suddenly disappeared from the Phantom Brigade, leaving only a lot of blood on the spot.

"Captain, do you want to chase?"

"No." Kuroro said indifferently: "The poison on the Nian Ability Knife cannot be removed unless I die."

"He will surely die."

It seemed that the mortal boy had exhausted all his strength in order to escape, and the coldness caused by the massive loss of blood made him tremble uncontrollably, but the ability to endure pain that he had cultivated in the 10 years of life on Meteor Street allowed him to still maintain his strength. Peace of mind.

It doesn't matter if you die...

For an unknown amount of time, he thought vaguely.

Even his close friend Hisoka would only be more excited to ask the Phantom Brigade for a fight after discovering his death.

But this is also very good, I can die quietly, and then quietly rot in the garbage dump, there are many bones on Meteor Street, he is not bad...

But just when his consciousness was about to fall into eternal darkness, he suddenly felt someone reaching out to him.

That was a warm enough embrace.

……

Jianren Qihai's expression was serious and terrifying.

Gojo Satoru smiled brightly: "Qi Haihai doesn't believe it~ You can also ask Xiao Li for verification, even if you want Xiao Li to help you read it, it's okay."

"Kai Nian?" Jianren Qihai caught unfamiliar words: "What is it?"

"You should have experienced the "Qi" that Xiaoli can't see in his body. He really doesn't have magic power. The power he possesses is called the ability to read."

Gojo Satoru sighed: "The power that can be obtained as long as you open your mind can be strengthened through your own efforts. This is relatively fair, and it doesn't seem like a spell that needs to rely on talent."

"Speaking of which, the talents in the first grade are all very high." Gojo Satoru said enthusiastically, "I have a hunch that Hui will surpass you soon. But if you are not as good as you, then it is really rubbish gone."

Jianren Qihai: "..."

His temples twitched violently, but at the moment of the important matter, he still forcibly suppressed his anger and asked the most important question.

"If Mr. Wuli wants to harm Gaozhuan, can you suppress him?"

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Gojo Satoru slowly restrained his smile, and the handsome face under the blindfold showed his sharp side.

"If Xiao Li doesn't use his special mind ability, I can."

"But if he used..."

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and then continued: "Although I am 100% sure that I will draw with him or even win by a narrow margin, but the aftershock will be greater when the power collides." The area endangers the whole of Japan, and the worst result is that the entire island sinks."

"So, if Xiaoli's spiritual world shaped by the three rounds completely collapses."

Gojo Satoru said coldly and without a trace of emotion: "I will kill him before he falls in the direction of destroying the world."

Jianren Qihai's golden-green eyes instantly lifted up, and the light in them was like lightning.

"Of course." Facing Nanami Jianren's terrifying expression, Gojo Satoru returned to his usual smile, shrugged and said, "I will help him find the person who killed his teacher after Xiaoli's death and take revenge. For him, I am willing to break the agreement with Miwa, I am really a good teacher who cares about students hehehe~"

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When Jianren Qihai walked to the reception room of the high school, it happened that the three first-year students had completed their tasks and came back. Even through the door, they could hear the lively voices coming from inside.

During the period, Yidizhi Jiegao's cries were also mixed in, and He Wuli's calm voice was particularly prominent in the hustle and bustle.

Jianren Qihai paused in his footsteps, let his blond hair fall on his forehead with his head half down, stood outside the door and listened for a moment before stretching out his hand to open the door.

"Ah, it's Qihaihai!" Hiroto Hiroshi was the first to spot Jianren Qihai, and he turned around happily to say hello.

Jianren Qihai nodded and looked in Wuli's direction.

Yidizhi Jiegao, who was rescued by the trio, didn't know what had happened. He was holding Wuli's waist tightly and refused to let go, as if he would be caught by a monster if he let go.

But at the same time, the snot and tears from Yidizhi's crying also rubbed against Wuli's light-colored kimono by the way, which made Wuli's calm expression gradually slip into a dangerous direction.

Wuli squeezed out a chuckle from his throat, he raised his free arm, and lightly placed his palm on Yidizhi Jiegao's shoulder: "If Superintendent Yidizhi is not ready to let go, he can maintain this position forever."

At the moment when Yidizhi was touched by Wuli's palm, his natural intuition felt that some kind of danger was approaching, and he shivered for a moment, and his sanity, which had just collapsed after experiencing too many supernatural events, began to return to the cage.

Then when he lowered his head, he saw clearly what he had just done.

Yizhi Jiegao: "..."

The belated supervisor blushed in embarrassment, and quickly backed away: "Sorry, Mr. Wuli."

"Mr. Qihai." Wuli didn't care about Yidizhi's behavior, and turned to Qihai Jianren: "Let Fu Hei repeat their task process to you."

"The curse spirit chasing after Supervisor Yidizhi..." Wuli's cold smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's the third level."

The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru to the students: If you don’t work hard, you will not even be able to catch up with Qi Haihai.

Wuli, holding the knife calmly.

The first-grade trio reported in detail the whole process of rescuing Yizhi Jiegao, and confirmed to Wuli that the little girl he and Jianren Qihai saw was indeed a curse spirit.

"The third-level curse spirit is formed from the fear of the destruction of the homeland." Wuli looked down at the report in his hand, and asked Wujo Wu on the opposite side: "Don't you think this is full of coincidences?"

Wuli's eyes were completely rational and indifferent, and he analyzed: "It just happens to be the level of magic spirit that a physical education teacher without magic power can deal with. It happened to appear half a month ago, and it happened to happen that an unregistered special level appeared at the mission location." Curse spirits—and in the past ten years, no family member of the deceased has questioned the government to find traces of these people.”

His life so far has always been related to death and fighting, and the only remaining warmth comes from Sanwa Yiyan.He never had the emotions of a normal person, but that doesn't mean he couldn't read them.

When he joined the camp because of his teacher's relationship, the interns at the same period were suspicious of him because of his background in Meteor Street, and they were jealous and excluded because he passed the assessment the fastest.

The young man walks alone, but on the contrary, he has a deeper insight into the truth of human nature.

Therefore, when the assistant supervisors discovered that the call for help on this mission came from people who had all died in accidents ten years ago, Wuli reacted.

Ten years ago, because the negative emotions in the direction of Kyoto gathered in a depression surrounded by mountains on all sides, a curse embryo was born. As a result, the mine collapsed and everyone was absorbed by the curse embryo as nutrients. More than a thousand people died .

Even though most of the factory personnel live in the nearby family area, there are always people who miss them and live in other places. It is impossible to never find their traces in ten years.

However, until Wuli encountered the super magic spirit that had been buried for ten years at the mission site, the death of thousands of people did not appear in any news or forums.

"I entrusted an intelligence dealer I knew to investigate. After the factory accident, not only the relevant information on the Internet was cleaned up, but the entire area was wiped off the map. It's not that the relatives and friends of those people have not looked for them. The location, but all the inquiries and help requests were pressured by the government.”

Following Wuli's analysis, all the clues point to the government, and Gojo Satoru's expression of sloppy expression gradually becomes serious.

The strongest conjurer obviously thought of something. He sat on a chair with his long legs spread apart, and his body leaned forward, making it impossible to see the specific thoughts from his cold face. .

Wuli stared at Wutiao Wu for a moment, gave the other party some time to react, and then continued: "A certain witch I know once told me that there is no chance in the world, only necessity. So many coincidences collide, except There is no other possible explanation for premeditated planning."

"This super magic spirit... Wutiao, don't you think that the magic formula of this magic spirit seems to be custom-made to kill me?"

"But the curse embryo of this super curse spirit was formed ten years ago."

Gojo Satoru was a little surprised: "Xiao Li, you have only appeared in Tokyo for a few months, and you were given fake mission information to kill you just because you are a special class."

"Its technique can heal all the wounds of the past at the same time. If the target is only people in normal society, it is more likely to recover from scratches on fingers or falls on knees. The worst injuries are accidental injuries such as car accidents and falling from buildings. "

Wuli raised his eyes, and calmly asked Gojo Satoru: "How many injuries can a physical education teacher suffer? Even someone like Qi Haijun, who has been fighting with curse spirits all the year round, has left time to breathe, but it's me—or People from other camps, this magic spell is almost fatal to us."

With Gojo Satoru's gradually dignified expression, Wuli bent his slender fingers and tapped the report document he threw on the table: "The public world where the camp is located has a different flow rate from other worlds. Gojo should have learned from the teacher's I can see this in my body. Although for the public world, it was only eight years from my entry to my resignation, but the time accumulated on me during the mission has already exceeded a hundred years."

"In a hundred years, I have suffered countless injuries in order to complete the camp's work tasks and save lives. When they surfaced on me at the same time."

Wu Li's black eyes were full of cold killing intent: "Theoretically, you can kill me in an instant."

Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought, and Wuli's logic convinced him.

But the most important time mark--

"If someone started preparing to kill you ten years ago, how could he expect you to appear in Tokyo?"

"If it wasn't for my recommendation to you, some old guys wanted to strip you of my influence, and they haven't done anything scary enough. As a physical education teacher of a high school, why would they hesitate to customize special grades? The curse spirit killed you?"

Gojo Satoru sharply pointed out the loopholes in Wuli's logic: "You have to know, except for a person with supernatural powers who can predict the future in a few seconds in Yokohama next door, no one among magicians or magic spirits can predict the future ten years later. Long."

But this kind of questioning did not make Wuli overturn his conclusion, but made his face more gloomy and terrifying.

Wuli said: "Thanks to someone, since I joined the camp, I have never set foot in the magic world. Even if someone wants to kill me, I can't get my detailed information. Instead, it was my teacher who first entered the magic world. The time when the mission was carried out in the art world was more than ten years ago."

"The spell that can kill me also works on the teacher who is also a member of the camp and has accumulated a lot of wounds."

Wuli's black eyes were like the surface of a stormy sea, with a murderous intent surging: "This custom-made special-grade curse spirit was originally used to deal with the teacher."

"who is it?"