I am cursed by the strongest

"Rep. Kamijou, I will continue to support you this year, please lead us out of the economic downturn!"

"Mr. Kamijou, your last speech on increasing employment was really insightful, and I will support you!"

Councilors in suits and leather shoes shook hands with the people cordially and enthusiastically. Suddenly, a discordant voice suddenly appeared amidst the voices of support.

"The economy is failing suddenly, don't you have any measures to save it?!"

The sharp voice made the scene suddenly silent for a few seconds, and then more discordant voices emerged.

"Sensei Kamijou, are the rumors of embezzlement of pensions true?"

"Mr. Kamijou, the pension case has been on file for so long. Has there been any result from the investigation yet?"

"Mr. Kamijou, what is your opinion on Hashimoto Accountant's suicide?"

Senator Kamijou couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

The secretary looked anxious, but he glanced at the people. He ran to Senator Kamijou and said loudly, "Mr. Kamijou, the meeting is about to start, we have to hurry back."

Representative Kamijou made a quiet gesture, and then said: "Please rest assured that such an important matter as pensions concerns all citizens. I will definitely investigate the matter and give everyone an explanation! In terms of economy, please give more support. Let's have a little time, as long as we get over this most difficult time, spring will be here in no time!"

Then, he got into the car under the escort of the security guard.

As soon as the anti-peeping window was closed, the warm smile disappeared immediately. He wiped his hands in disgust with the wet towel, threw the tissue away, and spat out rude abuse from his mouth: "It's nice to say, Talking about supporting me, where are the votes?! The votes are still not rising!"

"Economic downturn, can I decide the economic downturn? A group of assholes don't work hard, and every day is welfare and welfare!"

"The pension was embezzled? It's just a small amount of money, what's the fuss! If you want me to say that those old people who will only drag the country down should consciously die earlier!"

The secretary drove the car quietly, and waited for Senator Kamijou to finish venting before reporting to him about the next work. After the report was completed, another thing came to mind: "The Hattori Police Department called just now and asked if you are available tonight. Time, he wants to meet with you."

A trace of disdain flashed in Kamijou's eyes: "Just say that I don't have time, and he asked me out just to test whether Hashimoto's death has anything to do with me. Everyone is dead, so why bother?"

He got up slightly and opened the drawer in front of the car, the box containing the CD was still placed inside.The most dangerous place is the safest place. No one would have thought that the accounting books that had committed suicide would be carried by him to various occasions every day.

He muttered to himself: "But we still have to deal with it as soon as possible..."

"Squeak——" the ear-piercing sound of tires rubbing against the ground hurts the eardrums.

Senator Kamijou's body swayed back and forth with the movement of the car: "What's wrong?!"

The secretary looked terrified: "The car is suddenly out of control!"

"Think of a way!"

"Wait, wait! Is there a corner ahead?!"

The secretary stepped on the brakes in vain, the steering wheel turned quickly but it was useless at all, he could only stare wide-eyed at the sky getting closer and closer to him, and then, the unreal feeling of weightlessness came——

"boom--"

There was a moment of panic on the road with a lot of people.

At the same time, in the car that stopped with Daliu, a man in black was on the phone: "Yes, it has been destroyed. Before the car lost control, I destroyed the disc with magic power."

On the other end of the phone was the second elder of the Gojo family who was dressed in a kimono and did not show off his anger.

He hung up the phone, knelt down on the ground and respectfully said to the person behind the curtain, "My lord, thank you for your hard work."

In the bright and spacious room, warm and bright lights are lit even in the daytime, and the warm room is isolated from all the cold outside.

The room was divided into worlds of different sizes and heights. The larger part was low and flat, and the head of the family and the elders who were usually high above all wore solemn kimonos and knelt and sat below.The two spaces are separated by three high and wide steps, and the translucent gauze curtain hangs down from above, rendering the scenery inside hazy.

Bead curtains made of jade, gold and silver threads hang in front of the gauze curtains, and when they shake slightly, they will make a crisp and pleasant knocking sound.

Through the tulle and bead curtains, the people kneeling under the high platform can only vaguely see a young figure sitting inside.

Although everyone knew who the child inside was, everyone tacitly called him "Son of God" in this place.

After these days of "experiments", Wutiaozhi's spells have been "discovered" thoroughly.Wujo Zhi's own spell power is very weak, just at the level of ordinary people. He has spell power, but it is almost useless.

This is "bondage".

Wujo Zhi itself is a balance, and the things and results of the transaction are beyond his control and intervention, so he does not need mana.

Or you can't have magic power.

If his mantra is as thick as Wujo Wu, then his ability is not what he pays for, but a god who can achieve whatever he wants.

Therefore, [Equivalent Exchange] is more appropriate than [Unlimited], which is a "casual" technique name.

"Master Shenzi, would you like to take a break first?" After all, Wutiaozhi was only a five-year-old child, and he would be tired if he stayed on the high platform all the time, so every time a "wish" was fulfilled, he would let him take a rest.

Wujo Zhi didn't quite understand why it was so troublesome, but he only needed to stay here for two hours a day, and he could be with Wujo Satoru all the time. He liked this kind of "deal" very much!

After the second elder thanked Shenzi, the next step was Wutiao Qingren who was unlucky to draw the last one.

Wutiao Zhi's technique is very convenient to activate, the cost has nothing to do with him, and the result is not up to him, as long as he agrees.

And the things between the price and the result are the ones who make the wish have to weigh and consider.

Take the Second Elder's "wish" just now as an example, the cost of killing a person directly is far greater than causing the car to break down at the right time.

After digitizing the second elder's mana power, a value of 82 can be obtained. It takes at least 300 mana power to directly kill a person to get a relatively satisfactory result.

But it only takes 50 mana to send someone to monitor the target to choose the right time to make the car break down, and the follow-up will only be closed according to the traffic accident, no matter what happens, it will not involve the Gojo family.

Most of the events dealt with in the magic world are related to the magic spirit, but the interests are much more involved, and the objects that need to be dealt with have also expanded from the magic spirit to people.

Take the Wutiao family as an example. They will choose some high-ranking officials to give "help" in exchange for benefits. Although they also receive money, whether they can spend the money is very important to those people.

Killing someone is easy, but dealing with it afterwards is very troublesome.

It is necessary to fool the Metropolitan Police Department without being caught by other conjurers.After all, the Chanyuan, Kamo, and the Director's Department also cooperate with officials, and the factions among these officials are also different.

The perfect alibi, the chain of coincidences, and the filthy spell that even the six eyes can hardly detect, at this time, Wutiao's ability is more useful than anything else.

"Master Shenzi, I am willing to use..."

After fulfilling the last wish, Wujo Zhi stood up and stretched, jumped down the steps and happily ran to Wujo Wu.

"Good afternoon, Master Zhi."

Passing servants and clansmen bowed their heads and greeted him one after another.

After being picked up from the Tenshou Mansion, Gojoji was lifted from the "foot restraint". Although he can only move around in the inner mansion for his safety, he is not restricted anymore.

Including the title has also changed, from "that trash" to "young adult".Although the status of the Son of God is still limited to the head of the family and the elders, the treatment in the Wutiao family is the same as that of Wujo Wu.

Although Wujo Zhizhi's biggest feeling about this is that he can see Wujo Wu earlier, and he can spend a little more time with Wujo Wu!

"Ni-chan!" Wujou threw himself on Wujou, with his arms hanging around his neck, rubbing against his cheek, "Ni-chan, I miss you so much~"

After returning, Wujo Zhi was also packed and went to class with Wujo Wu, but Tenshouzhi had a "wishing time", and he and Wujo Wu were separated during this time.

"Did they make a lot of wishes to you again?" Gojo Wujou said with a stinky face, "Those stinky old men!"

Wutiaozhi was dissatisfied with him not sticking to her in the first place, and she puffed up her face and said, "Hug me, Ni-chan~" After being separated for a while, Wutiaozhi became more clingy than before.

The time spent together with Gojo Satoru passed extremely quickly, the two of them lay side by side on the bed and only finished reading two comic books when Akiba called them to bed.

"Have you finished reading this book~" Gotiaozhi acted like a baby to her, "It will be soon."

"Master Zhi and Master Wu have to get up early for class tomorrow, so go to bed quickly."

Although he wanted to finish reading the manga, Tian Shouzhi, who had a very accurate biological clock, had already started yawning, lying on the pillow with his head tilted, under the warm yellow light, the figure of the five autumn leaves was constantly busy.

His long black hair was tied into a ponytail for the convenience of work, but when he bent over, a few strands of hair still fell to his chest.forward.She is a very slender woman, not tall, her exposed arms are shiny and delicate, but there are inevitably traces of muscles.

She is the legitimate daughter of the Wutiao family, the wife of the head of the Sanju family, the head of the Wutiao family is her father, and the head of the Sanju family is her husband.

But Wutiaozhi had never heard her call the head of the family "father" or the more intimate "father".

A child from a family of conjurers must be talented, but a girl from a family of conjurers must be beautiful and docile, and as the mistress of a family of conjurers, she must also take care of the overall situation to please the head of the family.

When these requirements are extracted, they become complex and contradictory things.Be beautiful yet strong, gentle yet fearless.It's like asking her to be soft and slender without "ugly" muscles, but also to have explosive power and strength.

Although it violates biological science, as a woman, she must do everything possible to achieve this goal.

It's like Wujo Zhi can only be separated from Wujo Satoru if he doesn't have the ability to realize people's wishes.

Wutiao Qiuye finished packing up the comic books and toys, and when she turned her head, she saw Wutiao Zhimi staring in a daze of sleepiness. She lovingly stepped forward to adjust his sleeping position for him, and picked up the storybook: "Master Zhi, hurry up!" sleep."

After gaining the identity of "Son of God", Wujo Akiba's attitude towards Wujo Zhi also changed.

It's not just changing the title from "Young Master" to "Master Juvenile", but something deeper and more complicated.

Love, anticipation, awe...these emotions are too complicated for Wujo Zhi to understand.But Gojo Satoru said to him: "Zhi-chan doesn't need to understand, as long as Zhi-chan does what he likes."

Ni Jiang is the most powerful, and Wujo Zhi put these complicated emotions behind him convincingly.

For him, ignoring his Wujo family is no different from respecting his Wujo family, as long as he can stay with Ni-chan is enough.

After coaxing the two children to sleep, Wu Tiao Qiu Ye went out lightly.

In the darkness, a pair of pale blue eyes opened without any sleepiness.

He looked at Gojo Zhi who was sleeping beside him with attachment for a long time, only at this time, Gojo Satoru would show some childish confusion.

He doesn't know if this is good or bad for Gojoji, but in order to be able to live together, they have no choice.

"It doesn't matter, Zhi-chan, Ni-chan will protect you, absolutely!"

The life of Wujo House seems to repeat yesterday unchanged, but it seems to have changed a lot!

In just one year, the rights that had to be given up in order to protect Gojo Satoru not only returned to the Gojo family's hands, but also gained the capital to surpass the Chanyuan, Kamo and the Director's Council.

Even the curse master wondered if the Wutiao family had some "European Emperor" technique.

As long as they are against them, whether they are politicians, financial groups, curse masters or conjurers, they will encounter a series of unlucky things inexplicably.

As long as it is what the Wutiao family wants to do, it will go on smoothly, and even if there is an accident, it will turn into a good thing inexplicably.

What is even more puzzling is that Wujo Qingren, who has passed the golden age and is aging, is still growing rapidly like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. Last month, he was promoted to a super conjurer.

The curse masters of metaphysics all want to pay homage to the shou shou for good luck.

"Is it related to the gods they enshrine?" In a remote tavern, two curse masters were also chatting about the good luck of the Wujo family.

"God? Didn't they always enshrine the ancestor of the Gojo family, Sugawara Michizane?"

"Then how do you explain the fact that the Wujo family has suddenly become so powerful?"

"But even if it depends on the gods... After all, is there really a god in this world?" Although they are magicians, they are the group of people who least believe in gods.

Of course, the Gojo family does not have the favor of gods, but only has a wishing machine that can make any wish come true.

"Master Shenzi, I am willing to use all my spell power in exchange, please grant me the good luck to make my wishes come true one day."

The man lying on the ground couldn't tell whether it was excitement or being dominated by excitement, fanaticism and worship almost turned into substance.

For more than a year, many expensive and beautiful things have been added to this room, more and more things cut off the line of sight, and more and more people come to "make a wish".

It seems that coming to this place to make a wish has become the supreme reward within the Wujo family. Only those conjurers who are loyal to the Wujo family and have made great contributions to the Wujo family can enter this sacred and wish-fulfilling room.

Gradually, this house has a name - the residence of the gods.

"Okay." The childish voice was light and lively, as if he was happy that he had fulfilled another person's wish.

"Thank you, Lord Son of God, I will devote all my piety and life to believe in you!"

Wutiaozhi doesn't know what is the use of his beliefs, but almost everyone who comes here will say such things.

Every day he has to hear a lot of wishes, and a lot of strange words, many of which are things that Wu Tiaozhi can't understand and can't understand.

Slowly, he learned to ignore these things, they made wishes, and he came to fulfill them.

The person who made the wish got what he wanted and became happy!After he fulfilled his wish, he was able to meet Ni Jiang and became happy!

Everyone is happy!very nice!

Today's last wish has also come true, Gojoji is very happy, because it means he can pick up Ni-chan after school!

"Lord God Son!"

When he was about to step down the last step, a figure suddenly jumped out and knelt in front of Wutiaozhi.

"Master Shenzi! Please! Take back your wish! I don't want money anymore! Please, take it back! My son, my son... is dead!" A haggard, pale, bloodshot face Appeared in front of Wujo Zhi.

The high platform is very high, and there are layers of curtains that can be said to increase the sense of mystery and also block the line of sight. Wujozhi can hardly and has no interest in seeing the face of each "believer", so he doesn't know this person at all.

"Did you make a wish to me?" Although she couldn't see it, perhaps because of the sense of ritual, Wujozhi would always be dressed up before sitting on the high platform.

Because of her young age, she didn't wear any makeup, but used gold powder on her eyeliner, and her eyelashes, which were as pure as snow, were stained with golden sand. The pure and sacred temperament could not be matched.

However, the rare pair of heterochromatic pupils is mixed with a terrifying strangeness in the sacred temperament.

The man was startled, but when he looked again, there was nothing strange about it, those eyes were so clear that he didn't know much about the world.

The man said dryly: "I made a wish to you." He closed his eyes in pain, "'Master Shenzi, I am willing to give everything I have, please make me the richest person in the world.'" He repeated With the desire at that time.

He is not a member of the Wutiao family, but the heir of the consortium in the Wutiao family's interest exchange chain.

Wutiaozhi remembered, so he asked, "Did your wish come true?"

The man was very excited: "But my son is dead! I, too, am going to die soon!"

Wutiaozhi didn't quite understand why he was so excited all of a sudden, so he could only give a sympathetic "Oh", and then asked, "Did your wish come true?"

The man's spirit, which had been stretched to the limit, finally collapsed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh———" A knife appeared in his hand at some point, and it stabbed madly at the five young and white necks.

"Chi -" A large piece of blood was like a fountain, sprinkled in mid-air, and fell to the ground, staining the floor.