Curse of the Eye of the Dead

Tokyo Conjuration High School, training ground.

The exchange meeting is coming soon. In order to win, the young and energetic teenagers began to work hard to improve their own strength during the rare leisure time without tasks.

Hui is training with Junpei.

As a transfer student who just entered school not long ago, Yoshino Junpei, who has always been an ordinary person in the past, is undoubtedly the weakest in fighting ability and fighting awareness.

His physical fitness is not very good, and his fighting skills are basically negligible... And none of these can be accomplished in less than half a month.

Fortunately, Junpei is a shikigami.

Shikigami who are not weak in melee and long-range combat like Hui, and who are very comprehensive in development are quite rare. Most shikigami have shortcomings in melee combat-for this kind of shortcoming, [Meet Shikigami Just attack ontology] has basically become basic common sense.

But everything is relative.

Among the same batch of beginners with similar talents, the starting point of Shikigami will be much higher.

After all their shikigami are born with a higher level of power.

Therefore, even if Junpei's physical fitness and fighting skills will not improve for a while, he can still have a certain self-protection ability in a short period of time by virtue of the particularity of the technique.

——As long as you have a full understanding of your shikigami, and learn to adapt and flexibly drive it.

This is where the brain is.

Suo Xing Shunping has great perseverance after awakening, no matter how hard the training is, he persisted, and the current progress is not bad.

"Take a break."

Megumi suggested this as she looked at her new companion who was already out of breath.

Shunping, who had no strength to answer, immediately fell to the ground. He supported his body, nodded weakly, and then panted heavily.

And the jade dogs who have been playing around with Junpei and his shikigami Yodotsuki just now have also changed from dangerous beasts into simple and honest big domestic dogs.The white dog happily jumped on Hui to praise him, while the black dog wandered around in a more sensible way, and walked to the edge of Junping with a bottle of still steaming mineral water in its mouth.

The black dog patted Junpei lightly with its huge paw.

"Give it to me?"

"Wang!"

The black dog put the mineral water beside the other party, wagged its tail and barked cheerfully, then turned around and gave Hui a bottle.

Shunping took a sip of water, calmed his breathing a bit, and then whispered in surprise: "Every time I see Xiaoheixiaobai, I think they are really smart."

"After all, it is a shikigami. Unlike ordinary animals, your Yodozuki should also have a certain level of intelligence." Hui replied: "You can also communicate with your shikigami more, and cultivate enough trust with your companions." This is also very important to us as Shikigami."

Junpei wrote it down seriously, "However, is it okay to keep releasing it on weekdays?"

"As long as the mana is affordable and doesn't get out of control, it's fine... I'm used to it."

Hui Wen gently touched the heads of the two dogs, and said indulgently: "They are a bit spoiled, and if they don't come out to play for too long, they will lose their temper."

...For example, in the shikigami lair deep in the shadows, they writhed pitifully and called to their little masters, and when they came out, they would press Kei with their dead bodies, and complain while coquettish.

It is not easy for two large dogs to bear all their weight.

During the rest period after training, Megumi and Junpei chatted about shikigami's driving experience for a while, then walked to the training ground on the other side together, sat on the edge of the steps and watched Maki and Knotweed's taijutsu training.

Watching other people's battles is also a way of accumulating experience.

And Gojo Satoru was a troublemaker who caught off guard and got involved.

"Oh, young people are working hard for the championship. This scene really moved me so much! It feels like the fatigue of the day has been washed away!"

Said such words in an exaggerated tone, but took out his mobile phone with the highest definition lens without beauty to take pictures of the dark history of everyone's shame - this is the real purpose of this hateful teacher.

It's fine if it's just taking pictures, but what's even worse is his gossiping.

"Wild Qiangwei, what's going on, hahahahahahaha, you looked so ugly when you were thrown away by the panda!"

"You wait for me—!!"

Nagasaki Wild Rose held the hammer, wishing to smash the head of the white-haired teacher directly.

Of course, when Wujo Satoru offended everyone, he became a living target for everyone to attack.

What's even more exasperating is that only when Gojo Satoru played around with them, they never succeeded in revenge.

When he was driven away, the white-haired conjurer waved happily, as if he was not being driven away, but being sent off by people.

"I have a déjà vu feeling that I am being played by a human being in a bad mood as a pet, and the other person regains his mood, but I am blown up." Kizaki Yaqiangwei remained expressionless.

Panda: "The summary is so incisive!"

Maki: "That bastard came here specially to play tricks on us!"

Kei looked at the seniors and students at the same level who were scolding and condemning bad teachers together, thought for a while, and ran after Gojo Satoru in the direction where Gojo Satoru left.

Gojo Satoru didn't go far, so Kei stopped him easily.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

"Huh? Megumi, what's the matter?"

Hui looked around, then stepped forward, looking up at the man slightly.

He hesitated for a while, "It's nothing, I just want to ask about the current status of the investigation on the spell... I have read all the ancient books you brought me, and I didn't find the answer. Where are you?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, and let out a "hmm—" in a drawn-out voice.

Then, under Hui's eyes, he said slowly: "Where did I get exposed? Really...well, there are indeed some clues."

"Really?" Hui's beautiful green eyes suddenly lit up.

"Well, but really only a little bit."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and gestured, emphatically saying: "Although the book I found has records, the rest of the content in the book is too much made up...so I'm sure he defined those spells. It's also wrong, the author is probably a half-baked guy, and he just talked nonsense when he happened to see it."

Hui froze for a moment, he looked at Gojo Satoru, his expression tensed quietly.

He now has a sense of foreboding.

What Gojo-sensei means by saying this is...

What about that book?

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not a bad thing."

Gojo Satoru raised a smile, raised his hand, and vigorously ruffled the boy's black hair, then bent slightly, and said seriously face to face with a serious expression:

"I have some conjectures myself... I want to emphasize that it is not a bad conjecture. On the contrary, if it can be confirmed, it should not be a bad thing."

Gojo Satoru said, a complex flash of eyes covered by blindfolds: "But if you want to confirm, you need to confirm one thing, so, Hui, I will give you an answer after a while, I will figure it out ...Huh? That book? Ah, it’s just a ghost novel, and there are even 99% common sense mistakes in it. Compared with reading that kind of book, you should trust the reliable Wutiao teacher!”

.

The author of the book Wujo Satoru found was just a whimsical novelist in the eyes of any magician.

Because the stories recorded here are all unfounded ghost stories.

It is similar to the types of urban legends such as "Hanako in the toilet", "Piano sound in the music classroom" and "No.13 Staircase".

But it is such a book that records the incantations behind Uno.

Also wrote this review -

[This is the incarnation of the curse of resentment for the woman killed by the atrocities, and it is an omen of death that will eventually be met with an eye for an eye. ]

.

The other stories in this book have a clear protagonist, and obvious traces of literary processing can be seen.

Only the article related to spells starts with the author's No.1 title.

[...In this chaotic world, there are corpses everywhere, villages that have been looted, men, women and children who have been killed wantonly. , feel that no one can do anything to them. ]

[The ronin I met was a villain among the villains, but he was also a crazy villain. He asked me if I was Kitaro, and I tremblingly said yes, and then he knelt down and begged me. ]

[As soon as I asked, I found out that it was the ghosts I wrote that caught his attention, so he, who was haunted by ghosts and had nowhere to go, came to me for help. ]

[I don’t want to save, but if I don’t save it, I will be the one who dies, so I can only pinch my nose and ask him what happened, and then he showed me the spell on his body, it’s some messy words, I can’t see What does it mean to come out, it's just twisted and scary, eerie. ]

[I didn't remember what it was at first, until I thought about it for a long time before I was suddenly taken aback. ]

[My ancestors from the Heiankyo era, who came from the prosperous age of curses, once recorded these words. These words are not written in the world, but the wails of resentful spirits in hell. What is engraved on a living person must be a curse on the same level as a ring name , is a sign of death that the resentful spirits will inevitably come to claim their lives. This is the first time I have seen such a thing. ]

[I asked him if you killed a woman and got her blood on you.

Ronin said that he had killed many women and was stained with everyone's blood, but there was one I was deeply impressed by. When she died, she didn't cry out, but kept staring at me. After she died, this kind of phenomenon appeared on me. It's a ghostly thing, and even sees the shadow of a female ghost on weekdays. ]

[I thought about it and suspected that it was a rare curse girl.

The writing handed down from the ancestors says: Although the curse girls usually look like ordinary people, they have powers that are more terrifying than all magicians, but they cannot be used, but don't bully them easily, their power is not always unusable , if they find a way to break through the limit, there is nothing they can't curse.

The ancestors had seen such a curse girl before. The curse left behind after her tragic death killed the family of the famous curse master enemy, and the enemy who survived was branded with such twisted and unclear curse words from hell.

It was the blood of the cursed woman who was contaminated by the cursed master when he committed atrocities.

No one can unravel this curse, not even the mighty ones in the Yin-Yang Liao. In the midst of fear, the curse master died suddenly one day, and the death condition was the same as that of the curse girl back then. ]

[This is the evil retribution of the atrocities who killed innocent cursed girls, and an eye for an eye is just what they deserve. ]

[I can't save him, so I can only pretend to record the appearance of the spell on his body, and slip away quietly under the pretense of performing a ceremony.

I compared the incantations I recorded with the incantations recorded by my ancestors, and they are almost the same.

Years later, I came back, and sure enough, I heard about the death of that ronin.It is said that after his death, the curse on his body is said to have turned back into solidified blood—the blood left by the curse girl with hatred, which can only be wiped away after she is relieved. ]

[These incantations are the words of hell, but unfortunately the people in Yinyangliao don't believe me, saying that I made them up, saying that these incantations have no power at all when they are written, they are just ghost symbols.

But how can the living write the words of the dead?

I had no choice but to record it to warn my descendants to stay away from these atrocities. ]

.

The mantra on Uo's body is not exactly the same as the mantra in the book.

There's a big difference, and only half of the places overlap.

So Wujo Satoru simply took the broken stories written in the book as bullshit.

Who said that bearing such a curse means bearing curse and hatred?

That was left by Mrs. Sachiko.

Gojo Satoru at most thanked this book for telling the source of the spell and the existence of the curse girl.

The rest are all the nonsense of a third-rate writer and half-baked sorcerer, with personal opinions and evaluations filled between the lines—and I don’t even think about whether the knowledge exposed by his book full of loopholes is qualified for evaluation.

So, impossible.

A spell equals an evil deed, absolutely impossible.

And those spells are the blood of the women who killed them with their own hands...

Gojo Satoru hope is also false.

No, it must be fake, after all, it is just a third-rate author making partial generalizations.

Ignoring the possibility of Mr. Uno's self-loathing and decadent personality, Gojo Satoru willfully put aside the stories in the book and the faint premonition in his heart, and then according to the author's name of this strange novel, he went to find out what was mentioned in it. The one from the book written by Heian Jingzu.

He wants to know more comprehensively.

But he was looking for information and analysis without sleep, looking at the new possibility he speculated, and he didn't know if it was a good thing.

If such a tragedy can be described as a good thing, it would be too sad.

only……

If my conjecture is true, will Mr. Uno feel better?

Or, that guy who is too gentle will be more painful?

No, speculation is just speculation until it is confirmed.

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes irritably, and put away all his things—especially that nonsense half-baked book, which was well hidden.

Only this book must not be shown to Uo.

Then Gojo Satoru went out to tease his students and relieve his emotions.

.

"The weather is fine today, my lord."

The Kitazawa family.

The black-skinned and white-haired curse spirit carefully placed today's offerings in front of the tablet, and said in such a low voice.

His tone and attitude towards Sachiko's tablets were always overly respectful.

The red streaks under his neck were still as dark as coagulated blood.