Curse of the Eye of the Dead

"The signing is ready!!"

Kitazawa's house, seven o'clock in the evening.

Cooking and not washing dishes, the old rules continue.

Chacha with a slightly curly high ponytail ran down from the second floor with crisp footsteps. She rushed into the living room with great interest, stopped abruptly, jumped two brisk steps and stood firmly, and then swiped the seven sticks in her hands. The brand new paper sign was held up in front of him.

"Come on, come on, buy it and leave it, you won't regret it! The old rules, the ones with colored ends, the red ones are for washing the dishes, and the yellow ones are for cleaning the table and going out to throw out the trash."

Gojo Gojo was paralyzed on the sofa, he froze for a moment, and the next second his whole body slowly slid down to the center of the sofa like a puddle of fluid. He held the sofa pillow with both hands, not wanting to move very much.

The white-haired conjurer wore sunglasses on his handsome face, and the word "resistance" was written on every strand of his hair.

"I'm a guest—" Gojo Satoru struggled.

Chacha ran over and unceremoniously slapped the sign in his face.She smiled and bent her eyebrows, with a malicious expression on her face: "Get up, I told you that there are no guests like you... I'll let you smoke first! There's a two-seventh chance."

The giant white cat and the grown-up brown-haired puppy stared at each other for a few seconds.

In the end, the former reluctantly stretched out his hand, with an extremely tangled expression, moving his hand back and forth on the sign.

Gojo Satoru: Damn it, why doesn't the six eyes have the ability to see through!Why must the paper lottery be redone every time!

Chacha: I know that your six-eye observation ability is strong. In order to prevent you from remembering the details of the old signature, of course you have to redo it every day!

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, and tremblingly pulled out a paper stick.

...the red checkmark.

The strongest conjurer who "again" got the job of "washing dishes" hugged his head and wailed, completely collapsed on the sofa.

"Why! Why! It's been me eight times in a row!" Mr. Conjurer couldn't believe it, "Chacha, are you out of luck? Mr. Wutiao, how could my luck be so bad!"

Chacha laughed so loudly that her stomach hurt from laughing.

"I knew hahahahaha... I just... hahahaha I didn't cheat. If I cheated, I would surely be able to hide from your eyes with my little tricks, right? Stupid Mr. Wujo, have you had some bad luck recently? Cursed? You go to the shrine... no, let's pay respects to Dad."

The brown-haired puppy sneered ruthlessly, and Gojo Satoru's back was vicissitudes, like a giant white cat that had lost its dream.

Next came Tsumiki, Gin, Ryunosuke, Chuya... Megumi Fukuro, who was second to last, was full of anxiety.

Only the last two signs left.

50.00% probability.

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy took a deep breath, then grabbed a paper stick and pulled it out——

The yellow at the end is particularly eye-catching.

Fu Heihui slowly opened his green eyes. He stared stiffly at the bright yellow color drawn with a watercolor pen at the end of the paper stick. His ostentatious black hair seemed to be drooping, as if his ears had been drooped by the cruel reality. black kitten.

"This is the fifth time I've been in a row...?"

Kei's voice was also weak, with an unbelievable expression similar to Gojo Satoru.

Chacha covered her mouth, made popping noises from time to time, and laughed like she was on a motor, shaking non-stop.

Even Tsumiji and Nakaya couldn't help laughing.

It’s no wonder that other people are laughing happily. It’s really because the luck of this duo of brothers and sisters has been a little bit bad recently. This white and one black, one big and one small two directly joined forces to replace the previous unlucky little Nakahara Nakaya who often won the lottery. He has become a new round of candidates for taking care of housework after meals in the near future.

Gojo Satoru is connected eight times, and Hui is connected five times.

The reason why Megumi only had five times was because there were a few days before the garbage disposal day stipulated by Kanagawa District, so there was only one lottery—and under the premise of one lottery, Gojo Satoru's bad luck was obviously stronger than Megumin's. Let Kei be free for three days.

Rounding it up can be regarded as the sigh of Hui Renming, who has won consecutive lotteries, and he muttered puzzledly: "Chuya hasn't won a single draw in this period of time, luck is too subtle..."

"Ha, this is called time turns, Hui."

Zhong Yuanzhong, the former unlucky guy who often won the lottery, was also elated. He smiled heartily, his gem-like blue eyes were shining brightly, and a pair of pointed canine teeth were exposed.With the briskness of speaking to his own family, he sighed in a joking tone: "The bad luck has finally left me!"

Hui Tucao: "Well, let's take turns one by one anyway, why does Mr. Moldy God stick to me and Mr. Wutiao?"

"Maybe it's a warning?"

Chacha wiped away the tears from her laughter, "You and Mr. Wutiao have low luck recently, so I just reminded you two to pay more attention...Pfft!"

"Okay, I see, just treat it like this, at least it sounds more comfortable, and I will pay attention."

Living in an unscientific family, Hui nodded helplessly, then walked to the edge of the sofa, reached out and grabbed the collar of Gojo Satoru, who was pretending to be dead, and pulled it out with all his strength.

A big white-haired conjurer who was about the same height as Mr. Manu Ling was dead, and Hui, who was only 12 years old this year, used the magic power to strengthen his body so that he could drag him all the way.

"Mr. Wujo! Hurry up and wash the dishes. Don't act like a child at your age. You were the most active one when it was said that the candidate was drawn by lottery."

Gojo Satoru is still holding his face: ...

Gojo Satoru: I have never been so unlucky!Who knew I would be so unlucky!

At the beginning, Tsumiji originally proposed to take turns.

But Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Gojo don’t come to Kitazawa’s house for dinner every day. This rotation table is not so easy to arrange. In addition, this group of people likes to be exciting, and they don’t care about helping Mr. Curling every day—washing a bowl, pouring water, etc. What is a piece of garbage?If necessary, let alone these two trivial matters, they can also take the initiative to share other tasks.

So Chacha's lottery proposal was unanimously approved—as a game between the little guys (with a not-so-small big guy in the middle).The small complaints of winning the lottery are only limited to the level of "losing the game", and have no additional meaning at all... Although sometimes it is a bit shocking to lose in luck.

After all, no one wants to be unlucky.

Gojo Satoru was dragged for a few meters by Kei's face, finally stood up obediently, and walked towards the kitchen muttering by himself.

Although Gojo Satoru is the head of one of the three imperial families, he has been taken care of by servants since he was a child, and he has hardly touched housework in the past... But he is also surprisingly proficient in doing chores, and he has also shown his genius in many subtle places .

At least so far, Chacha doesn't seem to have discovered anything that Gojo Satoru can't do.

Whether it's fighting, singing, helping with cooking, or playing chess, poker, or games, the level is surprisingly good. Later, I found out that there is also a way of hygiene.

"I'm perfect." Gojo Satoshi triumphantly.

Haven't found something that Gojo Wujo couldn't, the children of the Kitazawa family reluctantly recognized each other's abilities, but at the same time, they also thought in unison—it's not perfect, absolutely not, you see, at least this kid Such a bad temper is extremely difficult to deal with.

Gojo Satoru obediently went to wash the dishes, the water flow was strong, and Mr. Conjurer rolled up his sleeves very efficiently.

Hui was sorting out the garbage. He wiped the dining table clean, packed up the kitchen waste, and then sorted them one by one. He looked at the date to confirm the type of garbage collected on today's garbage collection day, and then picked up a few bags of combustible garbage. bag, wearing slippers to go outside to the garbage collection point a hundred meters away.

After the two unlucky newcomers with good luck finished their work, they nestled on the sofa one by one and ate cold, crunchy and sweet watermelon.The expressions of the two looked calm, but they couldn't help wondering whether their luck was so weird recently that they were about to encounter some serious trouble.

Is it that mysterious?

As the strongest conjurer and a talented young conjurer who was protected by his father and did not have a formal job, the white and the black, the big and the small two murmured in their hearts.

Hui thought distractedly: Chacha has grown so fast in this period of time, has the New Year's wish really come true?Well, then I will also pay my respects to Dad and Chuya... ah.

Hui paused suspiciously, recalling that Zhongya's height had not grown much since the Chinese New Year.

After a while, he corrected his thoughts silently and tactfully in his heart: Well, let's forget about Zhongye...does paying respect to father have the effect of changing luck?

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boom! !

There was a roar.

In the abandoned building near the port of Yokohama, two figures fought fiercely.

The head of the tail witch was smashed, and the curse master who used to do all kinds of evil and took pleasure in killing people finally ended up dying.And next to her shriveled corpse was a lie detector that was unfortunately implicated and destroyed.

On the other side, a tall European man with blond hair and blue eyes fought with a muscular man with black hair and green eyes.

Not long ago.

Verlaine's original question went well.

Under the coercion of the powerful person with supernatural powers, the witch of the tail performed three spirit seances in cold sweat. With a splitting headache, she answered all kinds of information that Verlaine wanted to ask.

A No. 258, the only theoretically successful experimental subject in the research and development plan of humanoid supernatural weapons.

However, eight years ago, when the researcher was planning to make the final adjustments, and then formally made arrangements for the awakening of humanoid supernatural weapons, the research institute was invaded.

The target of the intruders was No. A 258. During this process, there seemed to be a dispute between the intruders. The target subject was awakened in advance, and eventually it was suspected of going berserk. After the explosion, his whereabouts were unknown, and his life and death were unknown.

Conclusion: Subject A 258 was suspected to be a failure and died. The research and development capabilities of humanoid supernatural weapons were insufficient, and the military suspended the funding of the research institute.

The younger brother was not taken away by the government.

Verlaine breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became stagnant again.

If he was really taken away by the government, Verlaine would definitely go desperately to rescue his brother.He was strong enough, and Verlaine, who had arrogance in his heart and was a small enemy country that was not ranked high in wartime, was not in his eyes.

but no.

The child is not in the hands of the government.

Verlaine lost his target again, and his expression was a little dazed.

If not, is it really——

died?

Feeling bad again, Verlaine frowned.

Afterwards, Verlaine hesitated again and again, and finally took out Rimbaud's blood.

He blackmailed the witch for a fourth seance.

"This person is not dead yet, I cannot bring down the soul of a living person."

Verlaine slowly opened his eyes wide, and was completely stunned.

Rimbaud...he's not dead?

And the moment he was distracted——

She had long guessed that she would be doomed after knowing so many secrets, and the backhand of the Tail Witch started.

She said at the beginning that the séance needs the assistance of the grandson-this is not a lie, because some séances do need the assistance of the grandson.The grandparent and grandson looked at each other in tacit understanding, and the latter quietly swallowed the capsule containing the ashes of "Fu Heisher", and then waited for the spirit-sentence preparations of the Tail Goddess.

Not daring to gamble on the reflexes of a transcendent, Mistress Tail cautiously looked for an opportunity.

Her vicious eyes caught the moment of Verlaine's loss of consciousness.

"Chanyuan Shier!" Tail Goddess recited Fu Heisher's first name, which was most deeply entangled with the other party's soul and cause and effect.

Using this as the final incantation, she descended on her grandson the strongest body of the "Heaven and the Tyrant" who had an astonishing record at the very moment.

Tail Goddess's technique, one is to drop the information of the soul of the dead, and the other is to drop the information of the body of the dead - including the ability of the dead.

What she used on her grandson was the latter.

The tyrant who died nine years ago quickly revived on the body of the tail witch's partner. No matter in terms of physique or appearance, he became indistinguishable from Fu Heisher. , was also brought back from the other side by the Tail Goddess's technique.

Relying on the power of Fuheshier, the grandson of the Tail Witch sent Verlaine flying with a savage blow at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

"Take me away before that monster comes back, grandson." Tail Mistress ordered, "Don't fight that monster hard."

"I see, grandma." The grandson nodded, but just after taking a few steps towards the witch, he stopped.

"What are you hesitating about!? You can't beat that monster. It's the first time you've manipulated this body. You want to take revenge later. Take me away now." Tail Goddess raised her voice.

The next second—

"Fuheshier", who was brought back to the human world by the spirit séance, suddenly became displeased with his submissive expression.

The veins on his forehead burst out, and his eyes were as cold as a beast.

"Smelly old woman... who the hell are you giving orders to?"*1

!!!

The Tail Witch stepped back abruptly, her face full of disbelief.

She rounded her cloudy eyeballs, "Is it...impossible! Just in case, I only took out the information of your body, how could your consciousness—" *2

The former [Heaven and the Tyrant] raised his eyebrows, and in just a few words, he instantly understood the meaning of the tail witch, and then the corners of his mouth curled up in a wanton arc.

"Oh, so that's what happened, you want to use my power?"

The revived Fu Heisher chuckled a few times, "Although I don't know the principle of your technique, my body is special...it cannot be controlled by just any soul."*3

The strongest body of human beings obtained in exchange for completely zero magic power, even cause and effect can't be done with him.

Fu Hesher, in a sense, is a BUG-like existence separated from cause and effect.

"Speaking of which, did you just want to escape from here just now?" The black-haired, green-eyed, muscular man smiled openly, "Then shall I send you to the other side? The place is big, you can just find a place to hide."

The first roar was the sound of the tyrant who had officially come back from the dead smashing the cursed master's head with a punch.

And the second roar...

It was Verlaine who was knocked into the air and flew back by controlling the gravity with a displeased expression.

The blond European man narrowed his eyes. He looked down at the situation, and then fought with the powerful tyrant.

Verlaine's gravity ability is the same as that of Zhong, it is to manipulate the direction of gravity of the things it touches.

And the tyrant with an astonishingly strong body is resistant to gravity to a certain extent, and his own combat ability and analysis are almost full. He quickly observed the effect of Verlaine's ability, raised his eyebrows, and used pure fighting skills to fight against the surrounding buildings. All kinds of strange things that come down are used as weapons to fight the opponent.

Without the magic tool by his side, Fuheshier obviously has no advantage.

But as a tyrant with the strongest body and back from the dead, he has no interest in cherishing life. Anyway, he was summoned out, and he simply tried his best to fight this powerful man he had never seen before.

Fuheshier, who goes all out and doesn't care about life and death, is very strong, especially the pressure that the opponent's body can bear far exceeds that of ordinary people... Even for Verlaine, it is not an easy object to deal with.

The two knocked down the abandoned building, which attracted the attention of the Yokohama police and many passers-by.

The port is an area with a high incidence of cases, and the police station is very close here, so the police are naturally dispatched quickly, probably because there is too much movement, and many passers-by are surprised to take out their mobile phones to take pictures of something.

Verlaine snorted when he heard the movement in the distance.

He doesn't care about the Japanese police, but he doesn't intend to be caught directly.

Rimbaud is still alive.

Although he didn't know why he didn't return to France, Verlaine didn't doubt that guy's loyalty to France, so he decisively speculated that something must have happened to him.

... There is a high probability that they have stayed in Japan all these years.

in Japan.

This matter made Verlaine take a deep breath, feeling particularly irritable.He exchanged glances with that tough and powerful enemy, and then kicked the huge stone of the collapsed building towards him with exaggerated strength and speed.

Then he left the place without looking back.

Fu Heisher, who was suddenly left behind by his opponent, quickly dodged the blow. He raised his eyebrows, loosened his limbs that seemed to be cracked by the heavy pressure, and then spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Mark of.

"gone?"

The muscular man with black hair and green eyes was indifferent. He also heard the sound in the distance. After a long silence, he let out a snort, and then left the place with his hands in his pockets.

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So, where to go now?

Fu Heisher, who came back from the dead and failed to die after fighting with a rare strong man, inexplicably gained more life, ignored his injuries, and slipped out of the ruins without a sound, regardless of the sirens behind him and the noises of passers-by. Onlookers, so idle away while thinking.

He has the "grandson"'s wallet and mobile phone in his pocket, and the cash is enough for him to eat, drink and find a cheap hotel to stay in, but what will happen after that?

He has been dead for nine years.

Shi Er looked at the real time and years on the strange-looking mobile phone, and his mood was not at all turbulent.

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The author has something to say:

*1&*2&*3 The Shibuya incident chapter, the dialogue between Shier and Mistress Tai after his resurrection, has been deleted.

Before Verlaine became an individual, he would not let him contact Zhongye.

Zhong also did not join the Mafia, so he has no active performance, so it is still unknown (the reason why Zhong Ye is currently unknown is explained in the previous chapter).

After being resurrected in the Shibuya incident chapter, Shier actually had a period of sobriety, and then lost consciousness for some reason and became a humanoid weapon that went berserk and attacked indiscriminately. He didn't wake up until he recognized his son after fighting with Megumin for a while.In short, Cuckoo's settings here did not go berserk.

ps I mentioned it before, but I am worried that some little angels have not seen it. Here I will explain it again: the jjxx formula book says that Shi Er's situation should not be regarded as the person, but only the physical information is loaded.Cuckoo is set to be Shir himself here. (bow.jpg)

Gojo Satoru and Megumin's side...

Gojo Satoru & Hui (serious expression): My luck has been so weird recently, am I going to encounter some big trouble.jpg

Some "Big Trouble" Tyrant: Huh?