master transferred to spellcaster

As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, leaving only a ray of light.Although the sky is not yet completely dark, a round white jade plate can already be seen vaguely among the clouds.

Standing on the top of the boulder with a light leap, Shuten-doji took out a blue-and-white porcelain jug between the rocks, raised his neck, and poured the clear liquor into his mouth.

Natsume Takashi and the little fox separately found a few familiar monsters, squatted down and whispered their names, but the other party's snoring was still loud, and there was no sign of waking up.

Madara waved her cat's paw and greeted the monster's face, throwing cat cat punches dozens of times, the face of the unlucky monster was swollen, but she still slept soundly.

"I want to! Huh! Sleep well! When! Huh!" Sanhuamao complained panting while shaking his whole body.

"When will you wake up? Hehe... If you leave it alone, you will wake up in about ten days and a half months... Well, maybe a few years."

Shuten-douji quietly came to these people, nonchalantly speaking about the time scale that is too scary for human beings.

"How many years?" Natsume Takashi looked at Shuten-douji in surprise, and immediately looked away.

"Don't look at me like that, little guy. To youkai, it's just a little sleep."

Natsume Takashi knew that what Shuten-douji said was true, the life spans of humans and monsters were not equal.

But...it will still be a little lonely.

A few years later, he has finished his high school life. Whether he is continuing his studies or getting a job, he may leave this place, and the chances of meeting him will become less and less.

There are also people who lose the ability to see youkai when they grow up...

Natsume Takashi thought silently, without showing his emotions on his face.

"Forget about the other little ones, Sanxiao is drunk, who cares about the troubles in this place!" Sanhua Mao turned his back to Natsume Takashi, not noticing the other's emotional changes.

All the drunken monsters in this area are famous monsters, large and small, in the vicinity. When they fall down, there is only one big monster within a hundred miles.

Madara can already imagine that there will be little monsters coming to ask for help every day, and it will be so busy that it will not even have time to drink.

Damn it, I knew it would come here to drink too, and when it gets drunk too, no one can pull it to do things!

Especially since the wine still smells so delicious!

Lost, suffered a big loss.

Shuten-douji kicked the monster sleeping on the ground with his toe, "It's none of my business, I just invited them to drink, and I didn't do anything else. Then, master, go on." What else do you want to ask me when I come down?"

"This, um... By the way, Jiuten should have come earlier than Nobu, have you seen the curse spirits? Have you seen where they come from?"

Fujimaru Tachika wanted to further verify their conjecture—the conjecture that the curse spirit was deliberately arranged.

"That kind of thing... I don't know. I've only seen it once. It's too ugly. I feel that the taste of wine is going to turn disgusting. I'm not interested."

"There are so many big monsters gathered here, and those curse spirits also have instincts. They won't take the initiative to confront the tough, and most of them will go around." Madara yawned.

"Hey—so I'm a poor loner who is being targeted? It's really uncomfortable." Oda Nobunaga pointed at himself incredulously, "Do I look like a weak person?"

"Oh, maybe, after all, she has such a petite appearance."

"What are you talking about, evil spirit, you are the only one here who has no right to say that about me, okay?"

"Don't you still have this little fox?" Shuten Doji flashed behind the little fox, and stroked the little fox's cheek with his cold fingers, causing goose bumps.

The little fox who was dragged into the strange battlefield for no reason was a little panicked, as if he was being watched by a beast, and he didn't dare to move.

Before the others moved, Shuten-douji took the initiative to let go of the little fox that was as stiff as a stone, "Oh, no, I almost forgot about that."

"The person who brought those ugly things, I have seen it myself, on the day I was summoned here."

"A black-haired man in a monk's robe who used many spells... His body exudes the rotten smell of something that has been forced to live for thousands of years... I almost regarded him as the same as those ugly things."

Black hair, monk robe.

A figure flashed quickly in Fujimaru Tachika's mind.

"Any other features?"

"If you have to say... there seems to be a strange scar on your head?"

The scar on the forehead... Matched!It was the curse master he had seen in his dream—Xia Youjie.

To be precise, he cannot be called by this name.

After leaving the dream, Wutiao teacher once came to him privately and asked him about the curse master who called himself Xia Youjie.He didn't know much, and after telling the truth about what happened in the dream, he had nothing to say.

Teacher Wutiao didn't say anything, but after thinking for a while, he said, "Don't call him that name in the future, I don't like it."

"Hey, why?"

"It's too complicated to say. In short, I now suspect that he stole my friend's body and is acting under the guise of his identity."

"Is that so..."

"Don't be so nervous, just remember to let me know if there is any news about him." Gojo Satoru said unhurriedly, smiling very peacefully—a kind of peacefulness that you would never see at ordinary times.

At that time, Fujimaru Tachika even forgot to ask the other party what to change the pronoun to. At that time, Mr. Gojo...

Although the tone of his speech seemed to be very understated, and he didn't care too much, but the aura on his body was completely different.

However, the curse master who was on the side with the curse spirit...why did he attack him?

This seems to have nothing to do with his and Maki-senpai's originally expected high-level status in the magic world.

I originally thought that the inner ghost in the magic world was just cooperating with the curse master, but now it seems that even the curse spirit... I have to report it to Da Vinci and Wutiao teacher as soon as possible.

Breaking away from the memory, Fujimaru Tachika took out her mobile phone and quickly edited the information.

The sky was getting late, and the last ray of light disappeared on the horizon. At this time, the forest had fallen into quiet darkness.

The mountaintop where the few people were standing was worthy of being the moon-viewing spot chosen by Shuten-doji. The brilliance brought by the full moon slanted here unreservedly, illuminating a piece of land and making the surrounding woods even deeper.

The sound of the wind blowing through the trees made a rattling sound, and rustling sounds could be heard from time to time in the dense bushes. It was probably that the nocturnal animals finally left their nests and became active when the night fell.

At this moment, a series of rustling sounds that seemed to be the same as the other sounds passed by.

Ashiya Michiken's ears moved slightly like a wild beast, he turned his head towards the source of the sound, turned his feet quietly, and silently blocked Fujimaru Tachika.

Shuten-douji covered his lips, "It seems that some ignorant guests have barged in...Master, do you need me to treat it grandly?"

The spirits of the few tensed up instantly, and they formed a circle back to back, looking warily at the dark woods around them.

"Wait, let's see the situation first. Is it a monster or a curse?" Fujimaru Tateka quickly sent the message and put away the phone, signaling Shuten-douji, who obviously wanted to do something, to stop first.

"That's right, if it's a curse spirit, I don't want to eat that thing..."

Oda Nobunaga's sense of smell is not as sensitive as that of a ghost, and he only uses his eyes to be alert to the surrounding movements.

Suddenly, in the deep darkness of the woods, a familiar light flashed, triggering the memory switch.

That curse spirit... Oda Nobunaga suddenly shouted loudly, "Don't look into its eyes—"

The curse spirit that flew out of the bushes has four pairs of arms on its skinny torso, with a thin layer of flesh between the arms. It glides down from the tree, jumping from the dark to the bright, almost People finally got to see its whole picture - the torso and even the meat membrane of the curse spirit were covered with dense eyes!

The blinking frequency of those eyes was not consistent, they closed and opened staggeredly.

Those rustling sounds that I heard before were not the shaking and friction of leaves, but the sound of countless eyes blinking!

The curse spirit didn't even look at the others, and swooped straight towards Oda Nobunaga.

"Oh, are you going to avenge the last time! Come on, I won't be fooled by you this time!" Oda Nobunaga closed his eyes, followed the guidance of the wind, and aimed the sharp blade at the curse spirit. direction of attack.

However, the curse spirit flexibly changed direction at the last moment, and attacked Fujimaru Tateka next to Oda Nobunaga——

It was ordered to kill this human being completely.Even if the nasal cavity used to sense the smell is destroyed, it has firmly remembered the appearance of this target.

As if there were no bones, the curse spirit's mouth opened to an unimaginable angle, as if it was going to bite off Fujimaru Tachika's head in the next second.

Fujimaru Tachika closed his eyes, he couldn't see anything, he could only smell a stench coming, and the viscous liquid dripped on his face.

The chaotic sounds around him made him unable to open his eyes a little while he was dodging - in the depths of the curse spirit's bloody mouth, a rolling eyeball was staring straight at him.

In an instant, his body seemed to be nailed in place, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

Forests, full moons, giant rocks, familiar faces—all gone.He came to a completely black space, with different shades of black flowing around, forming distorted spaces.

A series of gazes projected on him from the black where the shape could not be seen.

Indistinguishable ravings sounded from all directions, forming the same words.

[Curse you...curse you——]

Immediately afterwards, the huge palm tore apart the darkness, and the scene of reality gradually became clear——

The palm pierced through the heart of the curse spirit, and slammed it fiercely on the ground. The blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the ground in a dark color. The curse spirit didn't even move, and walked straight into death. .

And the sharp pain that came from nowhere hit Fujimaru Tatsuka's heart, and he couldn't help but hold his heart tightly.

In the dim vision, the face of the onmyoji who caught him was splashed with a large amount of blood, showing an extremely rare look of surprise.

"How is it, is Tachika okay?" Oda Nobunaga rushed over, and when he saw the boy curled up in pain in Ashiya Michi's arms, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Master, it doesn't look like it's okay." Shuten-douji leaned closer and sniffed lightly, "It doesn't smell like a wound."

"That curse spirit is weird. I was so intimidated by it before. It seems that as long as I look into its eyes, some of its attacks will bounce back to that person." Oda Nobunaga walked around anxiously go.

"It's a curse." Ashiya Michimitsu said lightly.

The power of curse in Japan in this world is particularly powerful, and many ever-changing spells have been derived from it.It is estimated that the current effect on Fujimaru Tachika is one of them.

The combat power was extremely low, and he exchanged his own death for the opponent's death, a spell that even he couldn't understand for a while.

"Aren't you the best onmyoji in the legend, what are you waiting for!" Oda Nobunaga urged.

In just a few seconds, Fujimaru Tachika's complexion began to turn pale.

People who are good at cursing are not necessarily good at unraveling curses. Rather than saying that the two are connected, it is better to say that they are completely opposite sides.

However, Ashiya Domitsu did not speak out to explain.

"There is only one solution to this type of curse."

He pierced the boy's heart with his fingertips, then cut his wrist, and quickly drew a pattern on the boy's body that only he could understand.

Time is running out, and the formation is very sloppy, but it is enough.

Before this moment, Ashiya Domitsu never thought that he would use this formation to save someone one day.

Or, until now, he couldn't sort out his thoughts.

But... this person cannot be allowed to die here.

He shouldn't have died here.

The palms crossed and overlapped up and down, and the nine-character cut seal was formed.

The curse materialized into a black fluid, emerging from Fujimaru Tateka's body, converging into a stream, and being swept into Ashiya Michimitsu's body like a storm.

The quickest and most effective way to lift this curse is to transfer it to another person.

Cracks spread rapidly in the body, and the sound of collapse came from everywhere.

Ahhh, this body is going to fail——Michimitsu Ashiya thought indifferently.

It is obvious that other people can be used as the recipient of the curse, and it only needs a sentence or two... I really made a stupid decision just now.

But the timing of this exit is also good.

The face of the boy in his arms was still covered with cold sweat from the pain, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was struggling.

Such a painful and delicious expression, if it was not brought by him, it would not seem so pleasant.

Finding a plausible reason for his behavior, Ashiya Michimitsu's body stopped breathing.

The spirit foundation that was already full of cracks shattered, and the black curse dissipated in the night sky along with the golden light spots.

Two blue glass beads fell from mid-air and quietly rolled to Fujimaru Tatsuka's hand.

Things happened so fast that no one else had time to react.

"What's the matter, that evil monk is actually dead?" Oda Nobunaga poked the empty ground with the scabbard, a little unbelievable.

She would rather believe that the guy pushed Fujimaru Tachika to block the knife than that he would die for the master, which sounds like it has nothing to do with that evil monk.

Under Oda Nobunaga's feet, an imperceptible black mist rose slowly.

"Nobunaga-sama, it's not good to be negligent in battle."

A bolt of lightning came close to the ground, rubbing the side of Oda Nobunaga's boots and sinking into the ground, just in time to wipe out the last trace of curse power.

Wearing armor and holding a sword, a tall and strong woman rushed out of the forest, and flew to Fujimaru Tachika with a swiftness that did not fit her figure, and gently embraced him in her arms, wanting to cry, "Ah, master, my child, it's my mother's fault that she didn't stay by your side, and let you be hurt by such bastard—"