COSER, summoned by the strongest

Pan Xing Palace.

Al placed Xia Youjie's black-and-white photo in the middle, and placed flower baskets and fruits on both sides. Because he had the experience of presiding over Sato Naohua's funeral, the arrangement this time was fairly orderly.

Wujo Gojo, dressed in five cassocks, straightened his sleeves and walked into the hall. Al said to him, "Wu-chan, the funeral arrangements have been made. Tonight will last all night, and we will do a farewell ceremony at noon tomorrow. Those who came tonight will not come tomorrow." Alright, each guest will be charged [-], what do you think?"

"...I don't think so."

Gojo Wu let out an "ah" and agreed, "Is it only five thousand? That's fine. Al, come and help me tie the cassock belt. This shabby clothes are really troublesome."

He pointed to the belt of the cassock, and said impatiently, "How do you manage to wear this thing every day?"

"No, Wu, why are you wearing it?!"

Ignoring the increasingly irritable voice in his head, Al walked over briskly, helped Gojo Satoru tie the arm strap, and tied a fancy knot on it.

"Generally speaking, only family members and neighbors will participate in the night. We have no neighbors in the Panxing Palace. The only people who want to be called are the family members of the Panxing Sect, Teacher Ye Moth and Nitro. Will Qihai and Huiyuan also be called?"

Wujo Wutiao thought about it for a while, and then said boldly: "Come on, two people can pay 1 yuan."

"...be human, you two."

Al snorted, and then asked, "Do you want to inform Jie-chan's parents?"

"Hey, I didn't really die!" The voice in my head said urgently: "No, even if I do die, don't tell them, bastards, did you hear that?!"

Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear to it, rubbed his chin and thought, "Well... not all parents have the opportunity to attend their son's funeral, right? It's such a rare experience, why don't you let us know? It's good to take a photo as a souvenir."

The corpse in the coffin was so angry that it was about to rise up on the spot, but Al and the five Wuwu eyes quickly pushed it back into the coffin.

"Calm down, Jay, you're dead."

"Jie Jiang, rest in peace, there is no one in this world worthy of your nostalgia."

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth and said, "It's good that you know!"

Al and Gojo Wu worked together to push Xia Youjie back to his original position, covered him with the coffin board, sat down on the coffin again, pressed the coffin with weight, and let Xia Youjie knock the coffin board loudly.

Xia Youjie said loudly: "You two, don't call my house, do you hear me?!"

Al said calmly, "It's okay, Zai Zai, your father is here."

Xia Youjie: "..."

You bastards, I'll kill you when I get out.

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone from his wide sleeve, and said to Al, "Come on, Al, this is a rare opportunity, look at the camera."

They clicked to take a selfie, and then took down the coffin board that had just been covered, and took a photo with Xia Youjie in the coffin. They patted each other, and Wujo Wu was dissatisfied: "Jie, I didn't let you look at the camera."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al admired the photo of him and Gojo Satoru in front of them, while Xia Youjie in the coffin was staring at the back of their heads sullenly. He felt that this photo could be directly used as a promotional poster for a horror movie, and he complained. Said: "You are very scary now, Jie-chan, you can go straight to filming that...that or something, yes, "The Devil Will Show"."

"..."

Xia Youjie breathed out speechlessly, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

He dutifully continued to play dead here, Gojo Satoru and Al laughed and took several funny selfies, still with wise special effects, until they heard the sound of high heels, they quickly put away their phones and pretended to be serious The layout of the scene.

The person who opened the door was Manami Sugata. She was wearing a black dress. Her eyes seemed to be crying, red and swollen. She lowered her head slightly and said in a low voice, "Master Al, Lord Gojo. It seems that people from the Writer's Association want to come and see Mr. Xia You."

"tonight?"

"Yes."

Al thought about it and thought it was okay.

Well, all the superhumans are of the same kind as Jay-chan, and they can be considered family members, so if you want to come, you can come.

He agreed in a tone of reluctance and reluctance to compromise: "If they must come, that's fine."

Manami Sugata nodded, and heard Al say to her: "By the way, Manami, let's arrange another person to be responsible for collecting money and keeping accounts. 5000 yuan per person should be registered in the register. Wu-chan will recite scriptures later, and I will To preside over the big picture, none of us have time for that.”

Suda Manami: "..."

what?

When is this, is the focus still on "collecting money"?

Xia Youjie in the coffin said helplessly, "Hey, don't take the money, what if I live again? Can I get the money back? How embarrassing."

"No." Gojo Satoru said firmly, "Is this a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity to visit the corpse of a super conjurer? It's only natural to charge some tickets."

"Tickets?" Xia Youjie said in shock, "Is this a ticket? Do you believe that someone accused us of cheating from Pan Xing Sect?!"

Gojo Satoru was also shocked and said, "Wow, Jie, don't you think we have cheated less money these years?"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al also said: "Jie Jiang, have you forgotten? The illegal fundraising you organize once a month is the main source of income for the Panxing Sect."

Xia Youjie: "..."

They were arguing about cheating money or not cheating money in the team channel, and Manami Sugata on the side said in surprise: "Wait, two adults, is the one who will be chanting sutras later?"

"That's right." Gojo Wu said calmly: "The fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields, and the appearance fee can't be cheap for the monks outside. By the way, I was also the one who recited the scriptures at the farewell ceremony."

She couldn't help questioning: "You, do you know how to chant scriptures?"

Wutiao Wuli said bluntly: "Wouldn't it be good to just recite a resurrection mantra?"

Suda Manami: "..."

She couldn't help but think of the last funeral dominated by a headless corpse!No way?Mr. Xia You is dead, why don't you torture him like this? !

Xia Youjie: "..."

Hehe, the way of heaven is reincarnation, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end. People who chant resurrection spells at other people's funerals will definitely hear others chant resurrection spells at their own funerals.

Gojo Wu turned on the phone and flipped through it, struggling to say, "Which spell did I copy down last time..."

Al turned around, pushed the coffin containing Xia Youjie to the front in one breath, and placed the cushions for the guests in the hall, arranging the whole night scene in style.

Suda Manami looked at them for a while, and gradually showed a puzzled expression.

Among the three adults, the person in charge of educational affairs has always been Mr. Xia You.

Lord Wutiao is only in charge of deterring the Pan Xing Cult by force, because there are usually no people who don't have good eyesight to provoke the Pan Xing Cult, so most of the time it's just a display.

Mr. Al, on the other hand, is usually responsible for the business of publicity and marketing and management of internal personnel, and rarely intervenes in educational affairs.

After Xia Youjie's death, they suddenly lost their backbone. Manami Sugata had a heavy heart at first, and felt that it was not impossible for the Panxing Sect to disband. However, the most important thing at this time is to send Master Xia You away first. Keep up your spirits and continue working, but now you can see——

its not right.

Lord Al and Lord Wujo have a wrong attitude.

Just when the beautiful secretary was puzzled, he saw Al casually pull out a small white flower from the flower basket and insert it into Xia Youjie's ball head, and then the "dead" Xia Youjie suddenly opened his eyes and stared fiercely. Al, shut it quickly again.

Suda Manami: "..."

With complicated emotions, she quietly withdrew from the hall.

Al shouted to her back: "Manami, tell the Rotten Oranges that the night starts at seven o'clock in the evening."

"...Okay." Manami Suda said blankly, "I will inform everyone."

After Manami Suda left, Al suddenly slapped his thigh: "I almost forgot!"

He rushed into the confession room next door, stole the foundation that Riko Tennei had left there, picked the whitest shade and threw it on Xia Youjie's face.

Xia Youjie whose face was covered with powder: "..."

Gojo Satoru asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Al replied solemnly: "The face of a dead person should be paler. Jie-chan is too rosy now, and he is still alive at first glance. This is not acceptable."

Gojo Satoru nodded sharply.

He instructed earnestly: "Don't just wipe your face, but also your neck and hands."

"Ah."

"Hiss, did you paint it unevenly?"

"Huh? No, I think it's very even. It's just a matter of lighting?"

"Let me come!"

After 10 minutes, Xia Youjielu's skin on the outside turned completely pale, and Al nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was almost done.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the hall that was arranged as the funeral scene opened its doors, and the guests who came to attend the funeral entered in a single file.

Yagi Riku volunteered to keep accounts at the door.

He seemed to be less talkative than usual, and he was listless, but he was still doing his task seriously.

The three adults of Panxing Sect gave him a new life and gave him a warm home. Now that one of them died, he was heartbroken and felt that he could no longer be as weak as before. He had to be strong to be worthy of Xia. You Jie's spirit in heaven.

He is no longer the old Yagi Riku.

Rotten oranges... oh no, the top executives of the Conjurers Association stepped into the Panxing Palace for the first time.

Just as they entered the hall with the crowd, a thin hand stopped them: "Admission ticket is 5000 yuan."

The thin man wearing a single blindfold said seriously.

Rotten oranges: "..."

Tickets?You call this an admission ticket?Aren't you afraid that Xia Youjie will jump up and kill people when he hears it?

The rotten oranges showed complex expressions of hesitation and hesitation, and finally, they reluctantly took out the 5000 yuan entrance fee from their wallets and slapped them on the table. Not feeling their impatience at all, he stopped Rotten Orange who was about to leave, and calmly handed them a pen.

"Wait, I have to write down my name."

The rotten oranges snorted.

It is worthy of being a cult, it cheats money, and there are many things, no wonder the ancestor died early.

He bent down and wrote down his name stroke by stroke. Behind him, the headmaster of Leyan Temple looked around, but he didn't find the undercover Yamazaki Tai.

"Strange, what about Yamazaki..."

Shan Guitui, the assistant supervisor who was standing next to him: "..."

Tired, whatever.

"Principal Leyan Temple, you are here too."

As soon as the principal of Leyan Temple turned his head, he saw Ye Mo Zhengdao standing behind with a gloomy face, followed by Jiarui Niuzi, Nanami Jianren, Hui Yuanxiong, and several first-year freshmen.

"Alas." The principal of Leyan Temple said sincerely: "My condolences are in order, Principal Ye Moth."

Although he doesn't like Pan Xingjiao, Wutiao Wu and Xia Youjie, but he has a good personal relationship with Ye Mo Zhengdao, and he also knows that Ye Mo Zhengdao loves those two problem children as his own sons. The child's father, he really can't say anything weird.

Ye Mo Zhengdao forced a smile, but the smile was sad no matter how you looked at it.

Miss Ming, who had graduated long ago, crossed her arms and said, "It's too sudden."

It was all too sudden.

One of the three super conjurers died inexplicably. This incident shocked the entire Japanese conjuration world and caused panic among the conjurers.

The powerful magic spirit limit of unknown origin killed Xia Youjie one by one, so what if there are two more to kill Gojo Wu and 99 Yuki?How many powerful curse spirits are hidden in the dark of this world?What is the purpose of their many attacks on magicians?

The Ange Ji beside her also showed a sad expression.

"I haven't seen him for a few years. Why did he... die?"

You Rotten Tangerine pretended to answer and said, "Who says it's not."

However, what he thought in his heart was: Great, Xia Youjie is dead. According to the principal of Leyan Temple, Xia Youjie consumed all the curse spirits before he died. Is it lifted?

They entered the hall with their own ghosts, and saw Riko Tennei, the astral body, crying in front of Xia Youjie's coffin: "You bastard Xia You, what did you say that you are the strongest, and you were beaten to death by the curse spirit in the end? Let’s spend Christmas Eve together every year!”

Kuroi Misato suppressed her sadness and pulled her beside her: "Miss, don't be like this, the funeral has not started yet, all the guests have come in..."

"What are they doing here! Xia You doesn't want to see them! A bunch of rotten rotten oranges! Xia You is dead, they are happier than anyone else, let them get out!"

"Miss!"

Manami Sugata hurried forward, and together with Misato Kuroi, dragged Riko Tenuchi to a corner, and tried to persuade him, Masamichi Yagami sighed, and said in a low voice, "At least, they didn't save the wrong person back then."

Hui Yuanxiong said sadly: "Principal, can we go and see Senior Xia You?"

Ye Mozheng knew that he admired Xia Youjie the most in the past, so he nodded and said softly, "Go, but don't make any noise."

Hui Yuanxiong hummed, and went to see Xia Youjie's body with Jianren Qihai, and Jiarui Yanzi squinted his eyes and followed him expressionlessly.

"Senior Xia You..."

Hui Yuanxiong only yelled this sentence, and then he was choked up and couldn't speak. Jianren Nanami sighed, shook his head, and still pulled his partner away.

As a result, there was only one family member left in front of the coffin.

Home into the glass: "..."

Jia Ruozi looked down at Xia Youjie expressionlessly.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Home into the glass: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Under the increasingly hostile gaze of the female classmate, a spellcaster who pretended to be dead panicked: "Wu, Al, where have you been? Come and take Nitzi away!"

Soon, Al replied, "Wait, Jay-chan, I'm preparing the stereo."

"What kind of speakers are you preparing for the funeral! Don't tell me, at my funeral, you have to ask Simen Tong to sing "Your mother's AK14 is hanging by your bedside"!"

Gojo Satoru said impatiently, "I'm reciting the resurrection spell, please be quiet."

"What resurrection spell are you reciting! Come in and pull Nitro away! I feel like she knows I'm faking death!!!"

Al said speechlessly, "Jie-chan, maybe you know something?"

Xia Youjie asked alertly, "What's the matter?"

Aldau: "Our chat room has always been a chat room for four people."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Al explained: "That is to say, she knows all the conversations we have had in the team channel during this period of time."

Gojo Gojo laughed and said in disbelief, "No way, Jie, you don't know all this time, do you? Hahahahahahahahahaha! Al, Nitro, I just said that this guy is not very smart!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Jia Ru Nizi smiled darkly: "Xia You, you have such a heavy foundation smell."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Weak, helpless and pathetic.

Jia Ruozi smiled and said, "See how you explain to everyone later."

Xia Youjie: "..."

It was obviously Al and Gojo Satoru's idea to keep it a secret from others, but now it seems like he is the mastermind!

Xia Youjie, who can't speak, can only bite the bullet and continue to pretend to be a corpse.

After a while, the guests sat down in their seats in order. A blond boy in a black suit came out, holding a microphone, and bowed to everyone:

"Thank you for coming to Xia Youjun's funeral. It is with great sadness that I express my most sincere respect to every guest who came to mourn!"

He looked more serious than ever before, and even the well-informed Suda Manami and Iirui Glass were frightened by him.

Al said solemnly: "Mr. Xia You passed away on February 2008, 2, at the age of... Uh, it should be 22 years old, I'm not sure. Cough cough, as the saying goes, people have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. , I hope that everyone will mourn and change, and don't be too sad."

Al picked up the manuscript and said emotionally: "Mr. Xia You's life is a life of selfless devotion. He dedicated his life to the magic world, to his companions, his family, and his children. , and millions of people in need.”

Xia Youjie: "..."

Wait, my manuscript is obviously wrong, right?Forget about anything else, what happened to "children"? !

"Today, I was entrusted by the Panxing Sect to hold a grand and solemn funeral for him, so now, I invite Miss Atong to sing a song for Mr. Xia You - "May there be no monkeys in heaven"!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Miss Atong, who was wearing a black improved kimono, came out and bowed with a sad face: "This song "May there be no monkeys in heaven" is dedicated to Mr. Xia You who hates monkeys the most."

Xia Youjie: "..."

If he's guilty, please punish him with death instead of lying in a coffin and listening to a bunch of scum give him a funeral.

Simentong held up the microphone and finished singing "May there be no monkeys in heaven" adapted from "Your Grandma Wears Your Running Shoes". Amid the muffled sound that filled the screen, Xia Youjie's expression became more and more serene. When he was about to go to heaven to check whether there were any monkeys there, Al said passionately: "Next, I will invite Lord Wutiao, the god son of the Panxing Sect, to chant scriptures for Xia Youjun's dead soul. May he go to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Is he going to heaven, or to the world of bliss?

These two places should not be the same place, right? !

Gojo Satoru calmly appeared on the stage amidst the terrified expressions of the conjurers. The bad master who came to chant sutras wearing sunglasses sat cross-legged on the futon: "Namo Amitabha, the great god of light, please grant me the power of light , save the life in front of you!"

Everyone: "..."

There are so many slots, but, but—what about the promised speed?This is obviously not superseding, but pulling people in place, right? !

……

"Where is he buried?"

Enoshima Junko... No, Kinuso is talking on the phone by the window, and seems to be in a good mood.

The conjurer on the other end of the phone replied: "His body is buried in the conjurer cemetery of the Tokyo Conjuration College. I heard them arguing with my own ears whether to be cremated or buried, whether to be buried in the back mountain of Panxing Palace, or It was buried in the back mountain of the college. In short, the final location was set at the back mountain of the college, and it was said that it would be buried with the conjurers who died in the past."

Juan Suo hooked the corners of her lips, "I see."

At noon today, Xia Youjie's body had been successfully buried, and it was necessary to dig up the body as early as possible.

Rotten corpses are not so good.

Because of various accidents, she still has a lot of arrangements to be completed, but don't rush, take it step by step, take your time, such a grand plan cannot be completed overnight.

The most important thing right now is to get Xia Youjie's body,

The voice on the other end of the phone said: "The grave guard there has always been ours, don't worry, I will let him cooperate with you."

"Okay. What's the reaction from the Conjurer's Association?"

"Hahaha, Xia Youjie cursed the higher-ups with "Zhengzi" before, and now that he is dead, they can't wait to have a party to celebrate. "

"Really? I see."

Juansuo waited patiently until midnight, until the grave guard called and told him that everyone from the Panxing Sect had left the cemetery, including Gojo Satoru and the blond-haired boy. Unknowingly sneaked into the cemetery in the mountain behind the high school.

The cemetery is gloomy, and on Xia Youjie's tombstone, the words "Xia Youjie, fourth grader of Tokyo Magic College" are solemnly engraved.

The grave guard waited for a long time with a shovel, and when he saw Enoshima Dunko, he was stunned and asked in surprise, "The lord sent you a woman to dig the grave?"

Enoshima Dunko smiled slightly, "Stop talking nonsense, let's get started."

They worked together to dig up Xia Youjie's grave, lifted the coffin and saw that the person lying inside was indeed Xia Youjie, with five cassocks, strange bangs, and ball head, and his body shape was similar, without a trace of a living person... It really was dead Thoroughly.

Enoshima Dunko leaned down and fondled his smooth forehead. Soon, there would be an extra suture here.

Just as she was about to make a sound and asked the grave guard to carry the body, Xia Youjie's body suddenly exploded and grabbed Enoshima Dunko's hand.

"!!!"

Under Enoshima Dunko's terrified expression, Xia Youjie straightened up, and the wig slipped off his head, revealing short black hair.

The boy who was similar in stature to Xia Youjie opened his eyes, and his eyes were different from Xia Youjie's black.

The boy with black hair and black eyes showed an inexplicable smile.

He said in a familiar voice, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Juan Suo."

Enoshima Dunko widened his eyes and said with a distorted expression, "Who are you?!"

"A...professional coser."

Al smiled.

"Do you think it looks like it? Silk So."

at the same time.

The rotten oranges in Kyoto are holding a feast at the house of the long-nosed old man, congratulating each other on getting rid of the curse of "Sadako".

"You don't know that Gojo Satoru was so crazy that he recited the resurrection spell at the funeral. Could it be that he really has the ability to resurrect the dead?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Just when they were giggling and laughing together, and were not soberly drunk, with a snap, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

The TV, which had been unplugged a long time ago, suddenly turned on, and a lonely well appeared in a wasteland.

The long-nosed old man's eyes widened in surprise.

This is... Sadako's curse? !No, no way! ! !

"Snapped."

A man's hand stretched out from the well. Under the terrified gaze of the crowd, Xia Youjie, dressed in five cassocks, struggled to crawl out of the well and walked towards them slowly. The drenched cassock dripped water all the way.

"..."

In the dead silence, an unknown person yelled:

"Xia Youjie—he has become a super curse!!!"