With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

It's like a tall building rising from the ground.

Fu Heihui watched countless shadows suddenly uprooted from the ground, intertwined with black, white and gray, as if changing angles, and the shadows projected with the help of light spots were infinitely extended.

Then limit.

"Mr. Fuhei."

The moment Mingye's voice sounded, Fu Heihui felt himself soaring into the air, and the moon-white long-haired ghost-slayer picked him up like a toy with a scabbard, Fu Heihui felt a dull pain spreading from his chest, tight Then he was picked up behind him by Ming Ye, the strength of the Ghost Slayer was astonishing, and with the help of the power of the knife, he easily threw Fu Heihui behind him to a position far away from him.

By the way, he threw the knife out as a fulcrum for Fu Heihui, preventing him from landing on the ground.

Back... hurts.

Ming Ye's movements were so fast that Fu Heihui was thrown out of range before he could even react.

He stood up and turned his head to look at the Sun Wheel Knife stuck straight into the ground as his stagnation point.

Looking up again, he saw that Ming had also been engulfed by the rising black shadow.

"Ming also—"

Fu Heihui looked at the black high-rise building that rose from the ground and destroyed the nearby buildings, as if the collapse of a building affected everything around it.

The sand and stones flying from the building in front of him flew towards him.

Fu Heihui saw a figure among countless shadows.

The black shadow condensed into a hand and held him in the palm of his hand. His posture was elegant and casual, and he even waved his hand with a smile when he met Fu Heihui's gaze.

He repeated it again.

"benefit."

Even though they were far away, Fu Heihui felt his voice was close to his ears.

He saw countless distorted heads appearing next to that person one after another, and then hands and feet——

He saw the beating heart that was still beating, protruding from the dark quagmire as if alive.

The blond, little prince-like boy showed a bright smile that was out of tune with everything around him, as if able to divide the world.

"Let me introduce you, this is a super-level curse spirit - Gu created by me myself."

born from.

After killing each other, fighting internally, devouring and destroying, the curse spirit was finally born.

"—"

Fu Heihui opened his eyes wide.

What is he shouting, why can't he hear it.

Tinnitus kept ringing.

Swallowing evil thoughts, the ever-growing and evolving mantra attached to him was enough to suffocate him, a mountain-like malice.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to attack him, Fu Heihui felt that his heart was about to leave his chest, and his hands and feet couldn't move, as if he was firmly fixed here.

"It's food..."

Fu Heihui heard a greedy, distorted voice.

The direction is - behind.

But he couldn't turn his head.

How to do.

How to do--

In the blink of an eye, Fu Heihui thought of something, and he used his last strength to grab the Sun Wheel Saber behind his back.

I can move.

Yes, Fu Heihui thought of Ming Ye who was engulfed. The other party would hold the knife even when he was resting. Obviously, for Ming Ye, he and the knife were side-by-side partners.

How could he easily abandon his weapon.

If you give him the knife, then...he must have a way to get out, and in this way, he is needed.

Fu Heihui pulled out his knife.

His eyes were cold, and Ming Ye's every move was recalled in his mind.

Turn your head, turn around.

Pick up the knife, drop the blade.

This knife...is used to slay ghosts.

Fu Heihui looked at the ghosts that turned into dust in front of him, and watched the flying ash dissipate like smoke.

"Hey... not bad, Hui."

Zhi's sweet voice sounded, and his expression was gentle, like a holy son pitying and caring for the weak, condescendingly looking down at Fu Heihui who was holding the sun wheel saber.

terrible.

Fu Heihui looked at Zhizhi who was completely different from the last time he met, and felt that this was his real appearance.

The so-called innocent and ignorant little prince is just a thick gauze.

The malice in him almost surpassed the giant spell spirit he leaned on.

As long as you persist, there will be support.

Such a powerful wave of spell power can definitely be detected by the spell world immediately, Fu Heihui clenched the knife in his hand.

Zhi Zhi just looked at him calmly.

"I didn't mean to kill you, Hui."

"I just want you to help pass on the news... For example, I will start the real "Hundred Ghosts of the Night" in the near future, because ah... the magic spirits controlled by the magic spell are just dead "wooden puppets", and The Gu that I cultivated... is not. "

Zhizhi even raised the corner of her mouth to announce the news.

Gu even split another black tentacle-like vine-like branch, which moved obediently in front of Zhi Zhi's eyes, and Zhi Zhi stretched out her fingertips to touch the cluster of vines lightly.

Fu Heihui saw that huge gathering of black shadows that covered the sky and the sun swayed, and even the fuzzy facial features on the head that were constantly exposed showed a strange smile that was enough to make people have nightmares.

What Zhizhi said clearly told Fu Heihui.

Those weak ones, the curse spirits he met along the way, were all defeated, disabled, and outcasts who escaped after internal battles.

Fu Heihui's heart froze.

He couldn't judge how strong the super magic spirit in front of him was, or it didn't matter whether it was strong or not, the real tricky thing was Zhizhi.

"It's up to me... to complete the righteousness."

Those heads retreated back to the shadow one by one.

The curse spirit that leaped out as abruptly as when it appeared, also disappeared with the trifoliate and the Ming that could no longer be seen.

A black mist rained from the sky.

Fu Heihui subconsciously raised his hand to cover it. The unsheathed sun wheel knife in his hand was shining, and then gradually dimmed.

"That guy...does he want to fight internally?" Fu Heihui said in a low voice.

Ming Ye's strength is obvious to all.

That's why he wasn't worried.

Now, let's go back, he still has a lot to write and report.

It's not that Fu Heihui is not worried about Gu and Zhi.

But... like many people in the magic world have thought.

As long as there are five enlightenment.

It doesn't matter.

——There is nothing Gojo Satoru can't solve.

Fu Heihui put the Rilun Saber into the scabbard, held it in his arms and left in a hurry.

……

"Okay, okay." Zhizhi looked at the black mud ball jumping around in front of her eyes, raised her hand and rubbed its top.

The mud ball happily split into countless twigs dangling around.

Then a small head with fuzzy facial features fell out with a "click".

The black mud dumpling didn't move.

"It's ok."

Zhizhi said with a smile, then put his head back on it again.

This scene is both eerie and heartwarming.

And Ming Ye... was naturally taken back by the Gods.

"...It took me a lot of energy to raise this little thing." The black-haired young man patted the chair, then leaned back, and the back of the chair slowly fell with his movements, forming half a bed look like.

Because of the soreness from sitting for a long time, he replaced the chair he used in the past with a high-tech one.

It's the kind that makes the system feel speechless.

Every day, it watched his host split up a few vests to do things around, and then he himself should eat and sleep, and even have the mood to grow flowers and plants, and dress up the rental house like a cozy nest.

Occasionally go to my own signings.

Although the subject matter of the girl manga drawn by Kamyo Tsurugi, who has a good foundation of experience, is bad and common, but because of his exquisite style of painting, he can make a cover for any scene, and he has won a lot of fans.

But this also made Shendaishu very distressed.

"Obviously the plot is more important...why does every letter I receive always praise my painting style?"

The system remembered his vulgar plot, and silently complained: [Host... If you can think about the plot carefully, you won't be the only ones who praise your style of painting...]

That plot is the degree to which the system feels familiar.

"Hey... But the market for girls' comics like the one I draw is already very saturated." Tsunade Shindai rubbed his chin and analyzed.

【Then why did the host draw this kind of theme. 】

Shen Daishu thought for a while, and answered the system: [Because it is good to change the direction occasionally. 】

The system only thinks that Shendaishu thought of something, but it is just data, and cannot calculate Shendaishu's complex thinking mode.

It remembered what the Age of Gods had done.

Its host is very good at using the ability the system gives him, and very good at using it.

Life is not easy, the system sighs.

Opening and hacking for the host every day... Forget it, this is very reasonable.

Shindaitsu: "After all, the ones I have to face are more outrageous than the other. What can I do to deal with them if I don't open a trick? Right, the system."

The black-haired youth smiled kindly.

Because he didn't go out much on weekdays, he looked paler and weaker than before, so those dark pupils appeared more vivid and deep.

The degree of shortsightedness of Shendai beam is very high.

On weekdays, everything is blurry without wearing glasses. This means that the system can't see any obvious features of people standing ten meters away after seeing Shen Daixuan take off his glasses.

The explanation of Shendaishu on this point is: "I used to like playing games... and practice painting day and night, because I don't have much talent for painting."

The stories that Shen Daishuo systematically told belonged to him, no matter how they sounded, they were very ordinary, very ordinary experiences.

The more I analyze the system, the more I feel that the whole system is not good.

In particular, it can't figure out what Shendaishu wants to do next.

"It will be over soon."

"system."

He stood up and pushed the chair back, and continued painting leisurely.

……

Fu Heihui returned to the high school as quickly as possible.

At this time, the atmosphere of the college was a bit weird, and he pushed open the door of the classroom.

There was only Yuzuhiro Yuhito in the classroom, and the cherry-haired boy was holding his mobile phone, staring at the screen with full concentration, swiping his thumb on the screen from time to time.

"Tiger stick."

Fu Heihui stood at the door and called out.

"Oh, it's Fuhei, come and see."

Yuzu Yuhito raised his mobile phone, and Fu Heihui took three steps and two steps to look at it. On the screen was a report on the "accidental collapse of the building complex".

Yes, the curse spirit cannot be illuminated.

Fu Heihui looked down, but the strange thing was that he and Ming who were on the scene were not reported either.

"Super dangerous - but the buildings don't look like they're collapsing naturally."

Knotweed magnifies the picture taken at the scene.

Fu Heihui was silent for a while, put the Sun Wheel Knife away, and then organized his words and said, "It's a curse spirit."

"This may be the second time" of "Hyakki Night Walk". "