Invincible I want a dream

night.high tower.Two people.

These three key words can not only tell a poignant love story, but also provide a bloody suspense story.

Chuanping Yushi has no feelings for the former, but hopes to avoid the latter as much as possible.

This is the first time he suffered Waterloo with "Medusa's hair".Before, when he was flying around in the sky to do experiments under the cover of illusion, he didn't attract attention at all, and helping Dio dispose of the corpse was even more of a concealed weapon.

In a word, his roommates all agreed after reading it.

He also hesitated before deciding to sneak into the school in the middle of the night to observe the scene of the exorcism.

After all, it is a power that has never been touched before, and the ring that has been invincible in the past may also have disadvantages.But thinking that these three conjurers were just young men of the same level, he made up his mind to come.

As expected at the beginning, after staying here for a few hours, the three of them only focused on searching, and didn't notice his existence at all.It has to be said that this ring of unknown origin is really useful, and it is his reliance on standing at the highest point in an open and honest manner.

Everything was going perfectly, and he was even thinking about whether to go down to see the curse spirit, and he had a hunch that he could solve it.

Yes, everything was perfect, at least until this strange man showed up.

The uninvited guest is very tall, 1.9 meters by visual inspection, and has excellent proportions. It is a walking hanger. The matching of shirt and black pants looks very ordinary, but the brand's logo is destined to be expensive.

He was wearing a black eyepatch, but Chuan Pingyu could still feel his eyes on him.

The handicapped person doesn't feel right anywhere.

The high school student stared at him vigilantly, ready to run away at any time.

As if he didn't see the tense atmosphere, the visitor said to himself: "My name is Gojo Satoru, and I'm the teacher of the children below." Then, he continued, seemingly jokingly, "I'm also the strongest in the magic world. "

Was this a warning to him not to do anything to them?

Chuan Pingyu thought to himself, but this made him breathe a sigh of relief. At least this man named Gojo Satoru had no intention of attacking for the time being. He was just here to watch the battle. In fact, there was no conflict between the two of them.

"Kawahira Utoki. A student here."

"Staying in school so late? It seems that you are a good student." Wujo Wutiao laughed, and he pointed to the downstairs, where Maki and the three of Zenyuan had already broken free from the spell and continued to wrestle with the curse spirit.The curse spirit was obviously injured a lot because the spell was broken, and he was completely at a disadvantage. "Are you interested in spells? I can tell that although you have great potential, you are like an ignorant baby who can only act on instinct without any rules."

He finalized: "You need to study. How about coming to Conjuration High? I'm a good teacher."

There are other good things.

Chuan Pingyu stared at the eyepatch of Master Conjuration Gao, wondering what the mystery of his eyes was, and thinking about whether he should agree.

Perhaps it was puberty, when it was time to develop, his body began to undergo wonderful changes, not only the improvement of strength, but also more mysterious changes.

For example, the existence of these curse spirits and spells that he knew nothing about—couldn’t it be that Namorimachi is peaceful and there is no breeding ground for evil?

In order to understand himself, he really needs more knowledge, and formal channels are of course better.

But on the other hand, he does not intend to fully integrate into the hidden world, but still wants to be an ordinary person who does not have to bear any responsibilities and will not easily get involved in deep relationships.

He doesn't need close companions.

The battle of Sakura Tree is coming to an end, and Gojo Satoru is still waiting for his reply.

"...I need time to think about it."

"Of course." Gojo Satoru shrugged, "Add a line and leave a contact information."

Fengxin season is approaching in no time, Chuanping Yushi's classmates have prepared a lot of props, among them, there is also a set of expensive projection equipment shipped from their own factory.

For the setting of this haunted house, they have taken great pains.It took three days just to discuss the NPC's service, and they were so red-faced that they must use their own creativity to convince their opponents.

Sitting in the seat, Chuan Pingyu, who pretended to be listening carefully, only felt that he had returned to the days when he was rehearsing a drama. At that time, these people almost fought and defended their aesthetic standards to the death.

But fortunately, the result was good, and a proposal that won the praise of the whole class was born.

Chuan Pingyu straightened his white robe so that the side with more red dye faced the entrance.

His long black wig is scattered, and the finely crafted fake scars on his face are looming. Under the miserable green light, he perfectly plays the role of a resentful ghost and a sex girl.

——Several students in charge of the service vowed that this is because the image of female ghosts is the most well-known, so visitors will have a deeper potential fear of female ghosts.

Anyway, dressed like this, no one cares who is under the robe, Chuan Pingyu agreed indifferently.

There is a full-length mirror in the corner. After thinking for a while, he walked over and moved the mirror to another fork, so that customers who were scared by him and fled blindly would encounter a deeper trap—when someone passed by, Eerie black shadows will appear in the mirror, and a weird soundtrack will also play accordingly.

I have to say that his classmates really worked hard.

"Kawahira-kun, are you ready?" With a rustling electronic voice, the voice of the background conductor came from the walkie-talkie, "They are getting close, hehe, the bloody hands and eyeballs before have scared them to the ground , you have to make persistent efforts! This is the last level!"

"receive."

Chuan Pingyu put away the walkie-talkie. According to the plan, he quietly huddled behind the table and chairs covered with white cloth, pressed the hidden button, and the ventilator began to whirr.

Morishita Hiroyoshi and his girlfriend Matsuyama Sha snuggled up close together, tentatively moving forward, despite such an intimate gesture, they lost the initial sweetness in their hearts.

Before entering the haunted house, they all thought it was just a joke among classmates, and it might even be shoddy, with wholesale cheap products everywhere.

Morishita Hiroyoshi has already prepared to show his well-informed and calm appearance, so as to prove his boyfriend's strength.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he was startled by the puppet doll in front of him—he swore that the doll suddenly appeared on the ground, and he dared to touch it, and the cold touch penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

Matsuyama Sha was taken aback by her boyfriend's sudden retreat, but when she took a closer look, she didn't find the so-called puppet doll he mentioned. There was only a pool of black water on the ground. In this dim environment, if she hadn't observed carefully, she wouldn't have noticed it at all. less than.

The two looked at each other silently, swallowed uncomfortably, and tightly grasped the hand in the darkness.

After taking a few deep breaths, they walked forward slowly, the previous contempt completely faded away, and their spirits became highly tense.

In this dark environment, the sense of hearing will be particularly sensitive, and the sound of water droplets falling, even though she knew it was a routine, Matsuyama Sha still felt nervous and wanted to ask for comfort.

However, Morishita Hiroshi was one step ahead of her, "Xiaosha, why are your hands sticky? Are you sweating so much?"

"What?" I didn't sweat?

Just as she was about to respond, she suddenly realized that the hand she was holding was also wet, and the size seemed unfamiliar.

"what!!--"

The two quickly threw away their hands, only to realize that what they were holding tightly just now were actually two bloody hands, and the ghost who was soaking wet and dripping water did not know when it was inserted between the two.

Realizing that he had been discovered, the ghost cracked an exaggerated smile. Behind it, countless eyeballs rolled wildly, and shrill laughter echoed in the air.

"!!!"

They immediately spread their legs and ran forward, rushing through an aisle with hanging dead bodies. Behind them, ghost claws rose from the ground.

But they have run out of energy to pay attention.

Gradually, the surroundings became quiet, only the whistling wind, Morishita Hiroshi and Matsuyama Sa stopped panting and looked around in a panic.

Nothing but the wind, a dusty white cloth, and a full-length mirror.

Morishita Hiroyoshi took a breath and stepped forward vigilantly, "It's just an ordinary mirror."

He also made a few faces, deliberately making his girlfriend laugh.

"...It should be almost the end, right? Is this room this big?" Matsuyama Sha was also relieved, and analyzed in this way.

"Also... wait, it will be windy? Isn't this indoors?"

"..."

The two turned their heads to look at the source of the wind at the same time, a white figure stood there quietly, under the green light, the inhuman weirdness was very obvious.

"When was he there..." Morishita Hiroshi whispered, "That lamp is also..."

If it was on before, how could they ignore it so easily?Didn't notice the difference until now.

However, he thought that after the previous fright, the threshold could not be raised, so he forcefully said with disdain at this time: "...What's the matter, my son..."

His words gradually fell, his pupils dilated, and he stared in horror at the tall black shadow behind the man, like a demon trapped in a human body breaking free, opening its sharp teeth to a weak prey.

Formless pressure enveloped his heart, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his legs and feet went limp, his eyes rolled, and he fell down.

On the other side, Matsuyama Sha ran away quickly.

The prepared mirror didn't seem to come in handy, Chuan Pingyu looked down at the ring of hell on his hand.

Ah la... did you use too much force?

The author has something to say: Uncle Chuanping: No one knows how hard it is to clean up the curse spirit. . .