Curse of the Eye of the Dead

Nine years later, the changes in Japan are quite obvious.

At least the landform of Yokohama is very different from Shi Er's impression.

Except for the three-piece suits of the office workers who have not changed much, the clothes of passers-by have changed a trend.Especially the dress of young women, from hairstyle to makeup, even down to lipstick color, is very different from nine years ago—Mr. A beautiful woman can be judged with a few quick glances.

Shi Er, who had died once, looked away with little interest.

This extremely tall and muscular man with black hair and green eyes did not rent a hotel with the little cash left in his pocket and wallet, but slowly patted the ashes on his body, put his hands in his pockets, The purpose is to walk in the streets of Yokohama, where the night scene is bustling, and buy a bunch of hot snacks at the roadside convenience store.

"Oh...although I won't be hungry, it seems that I don't need to eat, but I still have a sense of taste, and I can eat."

Shi'er muttered with a wooden stick cooked in oden in his mouth, then crossed his legs and looked down at his hands.

He found that these hands still retained the fine scars and calluses left by his young body before reaching the strongest state, and touched the corners of his mouth, the old age left when he was thrown into the heap of cursed spirits in the Buddhist monastery when he was a child The old scars didn't disappear either.

Having just fought that amazingly strong blond European, Shier can be sure that his current strength and physical strength are no different from his best in life.

If he didn't still clearly remember that most of his body including internal organs had been blasted to shreds before his death, the revived Shi Er would have thought it was really his body.

However, this is not the original body after all, but a fake brought back by an unknown technique.

I don't know how long I can last—but Fuheshier estimated his state, and always felt that his special physique seemed to have accidentally exploited some loopholes in the rules, so that he was now in a wonderful BUG state.

In just such a short time, the injury from the fight with the blond European man has healed a lot.And after experiencing high-intensity battles, the body that should be in urgent need of food to replenish energy did not issue any warnings, but was still strong and powerful, without any sense of hunger or weakness.Moreover, this body and consciousness that have been revived from the other side have not shown any signs of dissipating so far.

——It’s almost like a battle machine.

Even though the Ming sorcerer himself has been killed, won't the spell be lifted?

The war-experienced Warlock Killer had a vague premonition: unless he died in battle again, or ended up killing himself, he would probably be able to live forever in this bug-like new body.

[Spell] This kind of thing, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you really can't imagine how miraculous it can be.

all in all.

Fu Heisher, who slowly judged his current situation, held the wooden stick of Kanto boiled in his mouth, and slowly revealed his dead fish eyes: "..."

Fu Heisher was full of disgust.

As I said from the beginning, he has no interest in such things as resurrection.

Life is precious, but not everyone wants a second life.

Shir is a typical example.

He is a desperado.

Even though he is so powerful that he has few opponents, he still lived his life without self-esteem and value.

It was the cause of his life's misfortune to be born in a body with completely zero mana power to a Chanyuan family who respected "mana power" and "spell formula".

In the most ignorant childhood, his personality was molded into the worst appearance by a family full of discrimination and class.

This kind of influence made him unable to escape all his life... No, he may have a chance to escape. After running away from home, Fu Heisher once met the only person in his life who he loved and was willing to change his personality and thoughts for. female.

However, the woman who became his wife died of illness not long after giving birth to their [Enhui].

The light that he finally had was shattered, and the man who had lost the chain of humanity quickly fell to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was in a daze for a long time, and then deliberately forgot the happiness he once had for a short time, and treated him deliberately indifferently, as if he could stop being hurt if he didn't remember and contact.

No one was able to drag him back to the world this time.

Not even the infant child left by his wife could cheer him up.

Shier knew very well to himself that he would never be a qualified father, nor did he think he could raise a good child.

So he tried his best to pave the way for his son with the talent of a magician, and then made a lousy decision to stay away from the child.

Scheer became the worst kind of scum that was more standard than a textbook.

It is not a pity for him to die.

Shir knew it himself.

So in the end, this powerful Heaven and Tyrant was not surprised when he ended up dead without a whole body. On the contrary, he felt a vague sense of destiny.

Die like this is the best ending Shir thinks.

...Who knew someone would resurrect him?

Shi Er: Huh, bad luck.

"Speaking of which, that smelly old woman said that she extracted physical information from my corpse..."

The man with black hair and green eyes suddenly remembered the key, tilted his head and said to himself, with a surprised tone, "It's been nine years, that means, do I still have a grave?"

"In all likelihood, my corpse was taken back by the Zenyuan family directly, but the Zenyuan family...that group of guys will collect my body? Impossible, ah... By the way, it is probably the old man who is directly adjacent to the Zenyuan."

Nine years ago, the only person who had the right to recover his body and not discriminate against Shi Er was the only one who had the right to recover his dead body, and probably only the patriarch Zhipiren of the Zen Yuan.

Although it will definitely not enter the ancestral grave.

After all, he is not only lacking in spell power, but also a sinner in the spell world. The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan attach great importance to the family of the Zenyuan, and they will definitely not let a sinner enter the ancestral grave of the Zenyuan.

But in terms of Shire's terrible relationship, he has a grave.

However, Fuheshier was not grateful.

To be honest, he would rather be thrown into the wilderness than accept the cheap kindness from the Chanyuan family.

Slowly eating the last piece of oden, the tall and strong man casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and then stood up aimlessly again.

Do you want to stop fighting with that blond European?

Fu Heisher muttered in his heart.

An immortal body is nothing interesting, and a second life is nothing to be attached to, but compared to suicide, it is more interesting to fight to the death.

After all, he has nothing to worry about—

Shi Er, who was already thinking about how to arrange the next thing, just took a step. With his green eyes like a scarred wolf king, he casually saw the family of three who had just come out of the toy store.

The man's steps paused.

The child standing between his parents and holding his parents' fingers coincidentally also has black hair and green eyes.

It's just that the color of the green eyes is a little darker, and the hair is curly.

It is different from the child in Shier's impression.

——There is nothing left to let go.

The words that just popped out from the bottom of my heart were completely shattered before they stayed for three seconds freely.

Fuheshier's last memory stays before his death.

In other words, he remembers the most profound things before his death.

[My son will be sent to the Chanyuan family in two or three years, so please do as you please. ]

He remembered saying this to Gojo Satoru when he died.

The man who came back from the dead looked a little stiff: "..."

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Before his death, Shi Er thought indifferently: My son has good spell power, and the talent of a spellcaster is very outstanding, which is different from me.Therefore, even if the Chanyuan home is a garbage dump, it is better than staying by my side.

Therefore, this poor disqualified father made the choice to sell his own son to the Buddhist monastery, and he sold it at a super expensive price.

He also made an agreement with the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy that Hui would come to pick him up after he awakened at the age of six.

However, at the same time, he also tried his best to reach an agreement with the head of the Chanyuan family.

——With Fu Heihui’s future awakening of the [ancestral technique] as a prerequisite, the Zhibi people of the Zen Academy promised that Fu Heisher would make a will, and promised that the family of the Zen Academy would welcome back Fu Heihui who had inherited the [ancestral technique] family, make him the patriarch of the Chanyuan family, and donate all property to the other party. *1

If he hadn't inherited the [ancestral technique]... then Fu Heihui would have no worries about food and clothing in the monastery.

Then the rotten man forgot about his son.

After agreeing to get married with Tsumiki's mother, she almost never went home to see her son, and in the end even forgot his son's name - people can't help but sigh that they can't expect too much from this guy.

It wasn't until Shi'er casually mentioned the word "Grace" that the black-haired and green-eyed tyrant recalled his son's name in a daze.

Fu Heisher's son is called Fu Hei Hui.

The name was chosen by the man himself.

benefit.

It happens to have the same pronunciation as [Enhui].

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Why did he say such last words before he died... Shi Er didn't know.

Probably before he died, he recalled his childhood experience in the Buddhist monastery, and recalled that his own little son always had a small face with a pursed mouth and no smile in his memory.

Probably recalling the smile and entrustment of my wife who died young before she died.

[... Megumi is counting on you. ]

——So, should Hui be handed over to the Zen Academy?

Shi Er has never stopped his dislike and hatred for the Buddhist monastery.

To finally say that kind of last words before dying... probably a rare decision out of the heart of this terrible rotten person.

Gojo Satoru would never attack a child.

And Hui... There is also a second way to go.

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Nine years have passed since his death.

How old is Hui this year?

The terrible disqualified father recalled for a long time before he could barely calculate the exact number.

12 years old.

At this age, the art must have been awakened, and the destination must have been settled.

"Did he be taken away by Gojo Wu in the end, or did he go to the Chanyuan's house?"

Shi'er muttered to himself, and the pair of rough hands stuck in his pockets, which were used to holding heavy spell tools, couldn't help curling up, and his brows unconsciously frowned slightly.

He temporarily changed his decision, no longer paying attention to the blond European, but dilly-dally digging out the mobile phone left by the grandson of the tail witch.

Shi Er propped his face, and thought for a long time before recalling the number, then slowly operated the touch-screen mobile phone that was extremely unfamiliar to him who died nine years ago, and dialed Kong Shiyu's number.

Kong Shiyu, that is a top-notch black market intermediary who has connections in both the ordinary society, the magic world and the supernatural society.

The reputation is absolutely passed, and he was also the guy who worked with Sear most often during his lifetime.

Shi Er, who cheated on the corpse, obviously stunned the intermediary for a long time. Shi Er impatiently explained the cause of the incident, briefly proved his identity, and then asked the other party's location.

Shi Er, who had empty pockets and less than [-] yen in his family property after death, was confident: "I will help you with a few jobs, and you can deduct the money, and then help me investigate something."

Kong Shiyu, who was often borrowed by Shi Er but also made a lot of money from this powerful tyrant, reported an address.

Coincidentally, this middleman is now in Yokohama's underground black market.

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The intelligence that Kong Shiyu brought to Shi Er was obviously not very good.

"Mr. Hui is gone, neither at the Chanyuan home nor at the Wutiao home."

Kong Shiyu said, "Your second wife left her children and left on her own five years ago... Yes, she didn't even take her own daughter with her. Not long after, your son and stepdaughter disappeared. The school got the withdrawal application from the two of them, but there is no follow-up."

Fu Heisher's expression gradually froze.

Not in the Zenyuan family, nor in the Wutiao family?

...What about my son?

The tall green-eyed man who had died once had an empty expression, and his thoughts seemed to be trapped in the universe of cats and cats. Finally, the image in his mind was fixed on the smiling face of his wife begging him to take good care of our son before he died of illness.

After a while, Shi Er asked dryly, "Where is Na Hui now?"

"I don't know yet." Kong Shiyu shook his head, "I'm still investigating, just wait a few more days."

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"Ah-"

The young boy, now renamed Megumi Kitazawa, sneezed unexpectedly.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, shivered, looked around suspiciously, then muttered and went home after taking out the trash.

After Hui took a bath, he and his brothers and sisters nestled on the sofa and watched TV. Before going to bed, 12-year-old Hui Zhen sneaked up to the father of Cursing Spirit, dragged the corner of the adult's clothes and muttered for blessings.

——avoided all the brothers and sisters, and sneaked over by himself.

Hui thought with a straight face: The premonition of big trouble is getting stronger and stronger, which is really disturbing. Dad is the best god, and there is absolutely no harm in asking for blessings.

The decadent-faced Mr. Curse tilted his head, then he raised his hand to rub Hui's head in a funny way, and gave her a hug.

Even though Hui grew a lot taller, she still looked like a small one in the arms of the tall father Hu Ling.

The "Guardian God" of Yokohama hugged his child tightly, and gently patted him on the back.

The deep and mellow voice of the curse spirit said slowly and seriously like coaxing a child: "Well, it's okay, our Hui will only encounter luckier and happier things, and even troublesome things will eventually turn into good things... Get closer Your bad luck and bad bad things must all be driven away in the end."

A 12-year-old black-haired boy with reddish ears who always looked like a cold and cool guy in school.

However, the brothers and sisters are not there, so Hui, who can dawdle in Mr. Curse Ling's arms generously, doesn't have to worry about squinting his eyes. After a long while, he raised his head with shining eyes, and then put his reddish cheeks and whole body on his face expressionlessly. He was so happy that he seemed to be breathing a little flower and whispered, "Good night, Dad."

"Good night." Mr. Curse Ling showed a very shallow smile, "I wish you a sweet dream."

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*1 Comes from the agreement between the manga Shier and the Zhibiren of the Zen Academy.

(It is clearly mentioned that it was an agreement with "Fu Heisher", but the original Huihui was eventually taken away by Wujou, so the agreement with Shier was added by the Zenyuan Zhibi people "If Wujou died for some reason Or lose the ability to recognize" the precondition, that is, if Wujo Wu is still there, Zhipiren's son Zenyuan Naoya will succeed to the throne; if Wujo Wu is not present, Kei will succeed.)

Hui Hui, to Cursing Father is a purring little black cat, to her own father is a little black panther with fur.jpg