Chapter 39 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 9
"How's the investigation going?" There was a hint of impatience in the muddy voice.
Behind a yellow gauze screen embroidered with cranes, fingers as thin as silk ropes and dead branches were stroking the snake pupils on the jade ring.
The painting of withered lotus leaves listening to the sound of rain hanging on the wall of the dark room was licked by the candlelight beside it, casting a flowing shadow.
He leaned against an empty low table with shiny lacquer leather, listening to the report from the man kneeling on the mat.
The middle-aged man wearing the Zen family crest was hunched over like a shrimp, and the gold-rimmed glasses chain swayed in the shadows as he lowered his head.
"On January 17th, the Gojo family had a brief internal lockdown for self-inspection.
"Even those arrogant young masters and young ladies in their family were spared, except for those who were already away before that day.
“The remaining people, including their shopping teams, were urgently evacuated back home that day.
"Sir, I haven't found much. I'm still unsure why the Gojo family shut themselves off for self-investigation on January 17th."
"However, my subordinates found this at the waterfall behind the Gojo family."
The middle-aged man took out a plain white scroll from his arms, and when he unfolded it, it raised fine ashes.
"Oh~, the remnants of cursed power." The man dragged out the last word, as if he was very interested, but also seemed to be uninterested.
The man lowered his head slightly, waiting for his master's next words.
The dark room fell into deathly silence, with only the faint crackling of the dying charcoal fire in the incense burner.
Juansuo stroked the ring with her skinny fingers and suddenly laughed softly.
The laughter startled the night heron perched on the beam. Amid the sound of its wings flapping, he reached over the screen with one hand, leaned over and lifted up the face of the middle-aged man who was bowing his head.
The jade ring slid across the middle-aged man's stiff cheek, leaving a thin red blood mark on the skin.
"Find him, you know..."
"Yes, sir."
The middle-aged man lowered his neck, leaning forward a little more than last time, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of the folds on the back of his neck.
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The sunshine at the end of April is wrapped in the fragrance of cherry blossoms.
Geto Xia Yu was carrying a canvas bag filled with chicken breast and broccoli to be cooked tonight. The plastic bag made a slight rustling sound under the weight of the heavy vegetables.
When turning into the side alley of the apartment, Geto Suguru's originally straight eyebrows drooped slightly, and he turned his head to look at the alley diagonally opposite.
The spring evening glow was slipping away from the gaps between the buildings, and the alleyway in the distance was pitch black, like a mouth that had swallowed up the light in advance.
The hurried footsteps suddenly stopped, replaced by the dull sound of the rubber surface hitting the flesh, and then bouncing against the wall. The dull "bang" sound mixed with the crisp sound of the wall cracking.
The sound of a racket breaking through the air suddenly exploded, and the bloody tennis ball, wrapped in a fishy smell, smashed hard into the monster's huge body.
The monster's wrinkled skin suddenly contracted, and dark blue electric arcs were located at the point where the ball hit, densely covering the monster's skin, weaving a spider web on the monster's outermost layer.
The fine dough was cracked into countless cracks, and dark purple blood oozed out.
The cursed spirit let out an inhuman scream, black miasma rose around it, and the air was distorted under the violent impact.
The surrounding scenery began to look like a scroll crumpled by an invisible hand, and the lampposts in the distance were bent into strange arcs.
The twisted limbs of the cursed spirit surged in the sticky black mist, reorganizing like melted wax.
The little boy jerked back, the tennis racket blocking his chest.
The black fog suddenly surged violently, and the cursed spirit's reorganized limbs turned into sharp bone blades, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and attacked the little boy like a rainstorm.
He gritted his teeth and blocked with his racket. The metal and bone blade collided, sending out a series of sparks.
The cursed spirit's attacks became more and more fierce, and each blow carried a tremendous force, which made his palm numb and his arm almost numb.
Under the continuous heavy blows, the surface of the racket began to heat up slightly. The originally solid metal material groaned under the huge force and cracked into spider-web-like patterns.
With a crisp "crack", the racket finally couldn't bear it and broke completely.
The metal fragments flying from the broken part scratched Lin Xia's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.
Seeing this, the curse spirit let out a triumphant scream, and the black fog around him became thicker and thicker, turning into countless tentacles that wrapped around him.
The little boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His khaki sportswear was covered with dust and the slime of cursed spirits.
He gripped the half-broken tennis racket tightly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.
When the cursed spirit approached again, he targeted the weak spot on its neck and stabbed it hard with the metal fragment of the tennis racket.
Smelly black blood gushed out, but it condensed into new tentacles in mid-air, wrapping around the little boy...
He closed his eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain of flesh and bones being torn apart, but all he heard was a strange humming sound from the sticky black mist.
Doesn’t it hurt?
He opened his eyes in confusion, and saw a young man in an off-white turtleneck sweater standing against the light at the alley entrance that cut a sharp outline into the twilight, holding a crystal ball the size of a snow globe in his hand.
"What an amazing kid."
The young man bent down to pick up the long tennis ball. His fingertips slid across the surface of the sphere, which was condensed with debris that looked exactly like cursed energy, reflecting a fine red light.
This attack almost shattered the curse core of the cursed spirit. It was really a child who couldn't handle it.
Is it a system that is completely independent of spells and can inflict damage to cursed spirits with just an ordinary tennis ball without using any curse power or awakening techniques?
The young man suddenly laughed and threw the crystal ball into the air.
The little boy clenched the broken racket and glanced at the other's slightly bulging belly.
"Sir, that crystal ball in your hand is the monster from earlier, right?" He stared into the young man's reddened eyes. "You subdued him."
The young man raised his eyebrows, looked at the little boy's face that was almost like a tabby cat, and finally fell on the pair of dark and bright eyes.
laughed.
"That's right. This monster is called a cursed spirit, the embodiment of human negative emotions.
"When the 'curse energy' (negative energy) formed by the release of emotions such as fear, hatred, and desire reaches a critical point in a specific location, it gradually materializes through the form of a 'curse fetus', giving birth to a cursed spirit."
"The cursed spirit cannot be removed with physical objects. It mainly relies on the power of the curse and the spell of the sorcerer to solve it."
The young man's fingertips were wrapped with faint threads of magical power, and he gently fiddled with the crystal ball floating in the air. There were sparkling stars in his purple eyes.
He flicked his finger at the crystal ball, then suddenly changed the subject and put away his joking expression.
"You are the first person who almost managed to remove this third-level cursed spirit without any curse power or sorcery.
Children, why don't you become my family and learn from me for a while? Maybe you can learn how to protect yourself like me.
The little boy's right hand holding the racket trembled slightly, he raised his head and showed a clean and pure smile.
"Since you said that removing cursed spirits requires a master of curses, then you must have an organization and division of power. What about you? What are your strengths and techniques?"
The young man was stunned, then burst into laughter.
"Special Grade, Technique, Curse Spirit Manipulation Technique"
The little boy pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at the young man with burning eyes.
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