Curse of the Eye of the Dead

The mantra made a disguise as always before going out.

Although it doesn't make any difference whether to camouflage or not in this situation... But he still firmly put on the coat with a wide hood, and compressed the bone tail that could not be recovered to the extreme, wrapping it around his waist .

It's like just going out to buy food, or secretly preparing small gifts for the children at home.

The act of disguising before going out has become a very ceremonial thing.

At least it is very important to Mr. Curse Spirit.

Just like office workers in a company have to wear a suit and tie, doctors have to wear a white coat, and soldiers have to wear uniforms.

That hooded coat is now more of a status symbol for Uno.

——You are now acting as the guardian of the Kitazawa family, not a curse spirit.

Just out the door.

Will be home soon.

...Of course, after solving the troubles of the children.

Stepping out of the house under the moonlight and dim light, Mana Ling carelessly put his hands in his pockets.

The shadow cast by the brim of the wide hood covered half of his face, the pair of dark and depressed red eyes slowly raised, and the dangerous iridescent color based on dark blue flashed past.

The curse spirit's gaze, which was more silent than death itself, silently swept across the strange magician who still flaunted his presence in the distance.

Gojo Satoru in the distance obviously also noticed Uogi's actions.

"what……!"

The white-haired young conjurer laughed flamboyantly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a wanton arc, his sky-like blue eyes widened slightly, his expression shone like a cat aroused by curiosity and interest.

He propped up his body knowingly, loosened his muscles and bones, and then moved carelessly, leading the curse spirit far away without concealing his whereabouts.

Uosu calmly stepped forward and followed.

He didn't want to fight outside the house either, the kids were going to bed, after all.

As for the situation after he went out... Uo was not too worried.

One of the reasons, he has already confirmed with [Magic Eye], there is only one conjurer around.

Although his eyes cannot see the reserve of mana power, he can judge magicians and ordinary people through the thread of death.After all, the difference between the two lines of death is obvious, so it is not difficult to confirm this.

The second reason... Just in case, Uo has already left sufficient defensive measures at home.

Safe enough.

This is his confidence in his own abilities.

.

It's not too late now.

On the empty streets of the residential area, from time to time, a few drunken men came back unsteadily after get off work.

Uosheng keenly noticed that when he passed by those passers-by, the vision of the magician in the distance became slightly sharper.

But still did not show up.

Are you confident in your strength?

Do you think that even if you, the curse spirit, are going to attack passers-by, you are 100% sure to save them?

How arrogant.

Or does the opponent really have the confidence to do so?

But no matter what, it was the first time Uo had seen such an incomprehensible conjurer.

"...a strange junior conjurer."

The dejected curse spirit muttered to himself in a low voice, his dark red eyes swept across the distance from time to time, and then followed the direction of the magician all the way to the nearby park.

It was a forest park, and it closed on time at 05:30 in the afternoon.

In the dead of night, it is indeed a very suitable meeting place for conjurers and spell spirits—in case of a fight, it will not scare people.

And that strange conjurer finally appeared in front of Uo.

"Yo! Good evening." The carefree white-haired young man landed on the ground, then pulled out a hand from his pocket, raised it, and waved it with a smile.

Unexpectedly young.

Uzumaki stared at him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

It doesn't look like he's an adult... It's not ruled out that he looks young, but judging from his inconspicuous behavior, his actual age should not be much older.

I don't know if I graduated from a high school or not.

But it's pretty tall.

It is about the same as Uo, who has a length of 1.9 meters without counting the bone horn.

It's rare for Asians to be so tall, at least in the impression of Old Antique Uo.

also……

It's big night now.

Mr. Curse Ling's eyes paused for a while on the sunglasses on the bridge of the opponent's nose.

Curse Spirit, with a calm and decadent face, added from the bottom of his heart: There is a high probability that the eyes have special abilities.

Uo has never heard of any spells related to the eyes of the [Chanyuan family].

Like myself, it may be a mutation technique out of bloodline inheritance...Of course, it is not ruled out that the [Tsurumi family] has insufficient information, so Uo has no relevant sources of information.

After all, there is more than one ancient technique inherited by the [Yusanjia] bloodline.

It's just that no matter whether they are inside or outside, most of them only pay attention to the strongest one.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't get a response after saying hello, remained in high spirits.

He poked his neck forward, and his voice was drawn out: "Hey, I know you can talk and think, so answer my question?"

Uno said nothing, looked at the young man in front of him, waiting for his question.

What do you want to ask?

Kei hasn't summoned a shikigami outside, so the other party probably doesn't know about Kei's spell... Do you suspect that I am a curse spirit controlled by that child?

Still want to ask me the purpose of following the three human children?

Uno thought seriously with a blank face, and soon he heard the young man's question.

Gojo Satoru: "I said, what kind of curse are you?"

Uno was stunned: "...?"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to care about the silence of the mantra spirit, and kept talking endlessly to himself:

"I really haven't seen such a special curse like you. It's very rare to look like a human being. You can still talk and think. Although it's not like I haven't seen a curse that can speak... But those can only be regarded as dental science at best. Yu, your type is really an ultra-rare case!"

"Not to mention being able to do housework, cook...and even bake small snacks! Are you baking egg tarts today? I noticed! Is it delicious? Does a curse spirit have the same sense of taste as a human?"

The tone of the white-haired youth was very cheerful.

The decadent-faced Uosuke remained expressionless: "...?"

Uo, who felt that he was completely out of touch with modern conjurers, felt the power of time again.

He was at a loss: ... Where exactly is your attention?

The white-haired young man spread his hands with a smile, and repeated the previous question with a curious face: "So, what kind of curse were you born from? It can't really be a collection of resentment from all the old mothers in Japan, right?"

All Japanese moms... what's that?

No, that's not the point.

Uno: ...

In just a few words, Uno has already deeply realized how out of tune this guy in front of him is.

If a conjurer of this character squatted nearby for a few hours out of curiosity, it didn't seem impossible.

As for the other party's question——

Although it was not born from the resentment of mothers all over Japan, it seems to be correct from a certain point.

But, is now the time to ask this...?

Mr. Curse Spirit exhaled with a headache.

After a while, he lowered his eyebrows and asked coldly in a hoarse voice, trying to bring the topic back to business: "Are you here to take Hui away?"

"Aren't you willing to chat? How indifferent, I'm actually quite free right now." Gojo Satoru, who didn't get an answer, tilted his head and pulled out his voice.

It's quite empty indeed.

After squatting for hours, it was simply too much leisure.

Uno didn't answer his topic, and looked at him coldly.

Gojo Satoru finally nodded: "If I say yes—what do you want?"

"You should not lack a talented child, and Hui is unwilling to go back with you, how about giving up?"

"No, no, it's actually quite lacking. Talent is something I really need! And that kid is very talented, not to mention."

Gojo Satoru, who opened his mouth to answer, narrowed his eyes: "No matter how out of tune I am, I still can't look at that child... No, are those children following a dangerous curse spirit with unknown purpose?"

The focus of tonight's conversation was finally pointed out.

"You are not the curse spirit tamed by any of the three children. My eyes can see clearly that you do not have any constraints similar to being controlled by a spell. In other words, you are a curse that is completely free... ...What is your purpose?"

Although he has been teasing that the other party is the curse spirit of the old lady... But Gojo Satoru never thinks that the other party really has any kindness towards human beings.

Because the essence of the curse spirit is [evil].

[Evil] to humans.

They are cursed monsters born from the most turbid negative emotions, and they are naturally malicious towards humans.

This is the mantra.

No matter which conjurer is asked, they will give such an answer.

Even if he was just gossiping, Gojo Satoru just took the opportunity to observe the curse in front of him up close.

What is the purpose?

What use are those three kids to this guy in front of him?

It can't be that this curse wants to play house on a whim, right?

After getting rid of his joking and nonsense, the white-haired youth who calmed down once again showed hostility.

"Ah, there is no way."

Not surprised, the curse spirit talked to himself like this.

He slowly took off his coat and threw it aside, then touched the back of his neck with one hand.The tall mantra tilted his head slightly, and his mood was not too high, but the aura belonging to the super mantra was instantly released.

From completely zero breath to creepy level, it's just a blink of an eye.

Wujo Wuning lowered his expression, and tensed his muscles under the pressure of the magic power that came to his face in an instant.

This guy is more dangerous than expected.

This level of super magic spirit can completely hide its aura... If the group of old men above find out, they will probably be scared to death, right?

Even though he was thinking this way, Gojo Satoru showed an extremely excited expression.

He has no opponent for a long time, and he has an unusual interest in this rare and powerful super magic spirit in front of him.

"Although I have no idea about being an enemy of human beings, but..."

The bony tail around Mr. Manu Ling's waist also loosened, shaking behind him a few times, he spoke slowly, his dark red eyes calmly looked at the white-haired young man who had restrained his smile in front of him.

"However, if the important child around me is forcibly taken away, it is impossible for me to lose my motivation."

Gojo Satoru obviously didn't believe the words of the curse spirit in front of him, and made a fuss in a very irritating tone:

"Hey, there are no three of your children here, so let's forget about acting? I said, do you still have to pretend to be a non-human good man? Woow, it's a little disgusting, don't you mean to be so disgusting? Am I trying to find a way out of me?"

"But even then I won't lose, right?"

The white-haired young man said arrogantly: "Because——I am [the strongest]."

"...[Strongest]?"

The curse spirit muttered this familiar and long-lost word in a trance, and looked up at the young man's face.

His expression is still gloomy, he still looks careless and lacking energy, but the curved back muscles like a bow and the slightly drooping sharp tail of the bone are warning of danger all the time.

Uno said to himself: "Ah, you are the [strongest] magician in this era? You are so young... Rest assured, I will not kill you."

The curse spirit, who didn't feel anything wrong at all, calmly said the words that exploded Wujo Wuqi: "At most, it will temporarily abolish your combat power, catch you, and let you and me set [restraints] That's all."

Originally, he wanted to show off and pissed off the other party, but Gojo Satoru, who was only 19 years old and still retained the spirit of a young man, was pissed off instead.

He let out a "wow", with blue veins popping out on his forehead.

What does the other party mean... Do you still want to keep your hand?

Keep your hands when fighting with Wujo Satoru?

"Then give it a try?" The white-haired young man raised his jaw slightly, full of displeasure, "See if I exterminate you, or you kill me."

The voice just fell.

Silence for a few seconds.

next moment.

The sound of breaking through the air exploded!

The curse spirit who took the lead in attacking appeared in front of the youth at an unbelievable speed.

He raised his hand and struck at the target's neck.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't dodge or dodge and didn't panic, stood there without blinking his eyes.

hum-

"...!"

Uno, who was stunned, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Trying to directly subdue the opponent's curse spirit with physical skills beyond ordinary people's imagination, the offensive was blocked by a layer of invisible things.

It's very close, but it can't be touched no matter what——

Is it a defensive technique?

No, it is not.

"What's the matter? Don't attack?"

The white-haired young man looked at the red eyes of the curse spirit who was close at hand, and elongated his tone deliberately provocatively: "Didn't you want to show mercy——? Ah, this is showing mercy from the very beginning of the battle?"

The curse spirit stared at him silently for a while.

After a close distance, Uoyu was finally able to clearly see the pair of special eyes of the sky under the other party's sunglasses.

These eyes are...

The mantra frowned slightly.

half an hour.

"Ah, I will be merciful." Uosheng repeated it expressionlessly.

next moment.

The dark red eyes of the curse spirit were instantly replaced by iridescent colors based on dark blue!

Being watched unreservedly by the [Devil's Eye of Immediate Death], and at such a close distance——

Under the premise that Uno no longer controlled his breath, the young conjurer was immediately shrouded in an extremely strong premonition of death.

will die!

Gojo Satoru, whose face was dripping with cold sweat, instantly constricted his pupils, and his intuition frantically sounded the alarm.He subconsciously wanted to retreat, crossed his arms in front of him to defend, and launched the spell [No Lower Limit] with all his strength.

however--

The bone knife made by the curse spirit with bare hands cut down, and the spell [no lower limit] suddenly disappeared.

With an interval of less than a tenth of a second, a powerful punch with a huge mantra directly hit the white-haired youth's arms crossed in front of him heavily.

boom! ! !

A deafening sound erupted instantly, almost shaking the ground.

The white-haired young man who received a heavy blow was directly sent flying nearly a hundred meters.

The ground was blown away with explosive traces, and countless trees were broken.

Dust is everywhere.

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The author has something to say:

Wu Tiao Mao Mao Mao Mao: Is this kid's (Zhi Hui) guardian and I not quite right...!

Five cats and cats who hold grudges: (Looking towards the comment area. jpg) Those who laughed were all in their notebooks!