Chapter 64
Why would you take her to bet on horses?
"I'm so sorry." Fuyuki fidgeted with the hem of her clothes and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry for bothering you."
She never expected that being chased by the cursed spirit would cause her trouble. The situation at the hotel just now clearly indicated that something was about to happen.
Judging from the horrific scene, the aftermath for Gou Juan's family will likely be handled with ease, since she didn't settle accounts this time and didn't have the opportunity to release them.
She experienced what it was like to be a future top-tier sorcerer, but she didn't have any particular feelings about it; she just felt nothing.
"oh."
He gave a meaningless reply and stared at the ground in silence for a moment.
They didn't even glance at the unknown group of people who had suddenly barged in.
He stood up and jumped out of the broken window.
The entire movement is completed in a single, continuous instant.
Fuyuki reflexively looked down. The low-rise building was like a step to Shen'er, posing no danger. The dust kicked up by the impact settled quietly, and then he left without a sound.
Fuyuki doesn't understand this person.
He doesn't seem to care much about anything.
His distinctive scars, black hair, and green eyes perfectly matched the character that the fox spirit NarukÅ had described to everyone before, causing the tsukumogami to become wary when they saw him.
The man was very strong, but they couldn't sense any malice from him.
Since they left directly, they paid even less attention.
For a tsukumogami, nothing is more important than the Saniwa, especially a Saniwa who appears to be injured.
Dongshu generously showed them that she was spotless, with only a few tangles on her clothes. After a quick tidying up, she was clean and tidy again.
She said, "It's alright, everyone go back now."
"Master, let us take you back first."
Dongshu: "Okay."
The sky had darkened, and the world had officially entered nighttime.
Mikazuki Munechika's short blue hair had grown to his waist, and his original katana was no longer at his waist.
"Cough cough, let's go." He became vulnerable again.
I slept without any dreams.
Although the Dog Roll family doesn't have as many sorcerers as other aristocratic families, there are always a few who possess magical abilities now that their bloodline hasn't been completely diluted, though most of them aren't very powerful.
The ancestral spells and incantations are very powerful spells, but they are rarely seen in this family of spells when deliberately used.
However, the Dog Roll family is, after all, a family of sorcerers, so they are not unfamiliar with some follow-up procedures.
They can handle even the big commotion caused by unregistered sorcerers in their own neighborhood.
Dongshu: Thumbs up.
Recently, Fuyuki has been acting strangely, appearing in bizarre and bloody situations, and always accompanied by some kind of divinely ordained curse.
This led her to inevitably come into contact with a heartless man.
These weren't the first time I'd felt this way; it was just that I stumbled upon them out of nowhere, perhaps because Fuyuki often wandered into remote places out of the blue.
Winter Tree: "".
She is innocent.
They occasionally encountered danger, and the two could lend a hand, although most of the time it was Shrek who casually killed the cursed spirits.
After a while, they started to cooperate. Shen'er became a sorcerer, and Fuyuki was attacked by a cursed spirit while passing by. Shen'er then became a cursed spirit.
Fuyuki felt strange; had he somehow become someone who attracted cursed spirits?
Terrified, she spent the night browsing forums and carefully studied the offensive spiritual power usage methods that she usually disliked.
At least you can't just be beaten without being able to fight back. After all, there are no daily attendants in this world. With the coordination of the world's consciousness, the tsukumogami are similar to shikigami in this world.
Whose shikigami stands outside all day? It must be a waste of their spiritual energy.
Fuyuki's most proficient ability is her spiritual energy shield. She is capable of protecting herself; even if she is knocked away, she will not be injured at all.
She was so confident.
So, after some hesitation, he agreed to the suggestion from the world consciousness that "whose shikigami stands outside every day".
Anyway, Fuyuki didn't really understand why she was being advised not to bring a tsukumogami. Was it because she wanted her to be independent? Why demand independence from a child who looked only a few years old?
That's excessive.
Dongshu felt something was off, but she didn't think too much about it. She believed she could do it!
Anyway, you can summon them. Once the shield is activated and the summoned spirit arrives, all cursed spirits will be reduced to ashes.
It's just that Shen'er has taken over all the work in the last few days.
Another crisis.
The winter trees are numb.
The list of names is as follows:
Winter tree.
Even so.
An unknown sorcerer who is already dead.
A bizarre, constantly squawking, and extremely disgusting cursed spirit.
Four, or rather, four categories.
Fuyuki skillfully dodged and activated her shield. The next second, the cursed spirit was blown in the head with a single strike. She glanced at the cursed artifact in Shen'er's hand, and then at the deep green eyes that were looking over.
She nodded calmly: "What a coincidence."
My heart was in turmoil.
This was her first time visiting this place! It wasn't even remote, so why did she run into them? She didn't want to think about it anymore; she was already fed up!
My heart was screaming, but on the surface I maintained a calm demeanor.
Shen Er: "What do you want to do?"
He was suspicious of her.
Winter Tree: "Taking a walk."
She was perfectly justified.
Shen Er: "Give me the money."
He killed the cursed spirit.
Fuyuki: "I have no money."
She can take care of it herself.
Shen Er raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
He didn't believe it.
Dongshu took out all his possessions and offered them to him: "Here you go."
Shen Er glanced at the ten yen in her hand, and a smile appeared on his lips.
Dongshu retorted, "If you don't want it, then you don't want it."
She doesn't want to give it to him yet, coveting a child's allowance... What a bad adult.
I was laughed at.
Shen Er glanced at his phone, which had just rang, and walked outside, calling out loudly, "Let's go."
Dongshu followed, but she turned her head away from him, asking, "What?"
"nice one."
Since Dongshu appeared, Shen'er has been able to complete two missions at once, one as a sorcerer and the other as a spirit, and his money has naturally increased steadily.
At least he's had enough money betting on horses.
Dongshu sat somewhat awkwardly in her seat.
The racecourse was a very new and exciting place for her, and one that she would never have chosen to visit on her own initiative.
The enthusiastic and frenzied shouts from downstairs were deafening, the horses galloped across the field, and everyone stared intently at the horse they had bet on.
She wasn't short of money, just short of cash. The Dog Roll family was financially supportive enough for her, but she didn't want to spend it here.
However, before the match, she secretly placed her own bet in her mind.
Soon, the horses galloped across the finish line, amidst cheers, jubilation, and the despair of the gamblers.
Fuyuki's eyes widened. She... she'd made a bet!
Even if you're not used to it, a surge of joy can't be suppressed. It has to be said that this is indeed the allure of the forbidden, where risk and reward coexist. It all depends on whether the warriors dare to step onto the court.
I glanced at the person next to me without realizing it; this person's luck was... well, let's just say it was terrible.
Shen Er felt her gaze, rolled his eyes, and moved without hesitation. He didn't even bother to examine the horse closely, as if he didn't care, and casually continued to the next game.
He gestured to Dongshu, showing no remorse for leading the child astray.
Dongshu shook his head violently: "No."
She didn't want to.
Curiosity about the unknown sustained her as she continued reading.
People gradually descended into madness.
It must be said that the existence of anything must have its unique charm.
Dongshu watched helplessly as the person who had just made a fortune lost everything without batting an eye.
A fat sheep?
That's a good name.
She thought that the racecourse would definitely welcome someone like that.
[Author's Note]
The real cover is done! To prevent it from getting lost, I'll change it again in the next update. [Facepalm emoji]
Describe it: a black background, a raised fist in the center, and a working-class quote at the top! (gesturing)
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