Chapter 62
A man named Shir
He walked aimlessly, blood dripping from his hands. He shook them off, then roughly wiped them with some cloth he didn't know where he came from, before casually tossing it away.
The unfamiliar aura behind him was not concealed, but was directly exposed to his senses. Whether it was ignorance or something else, it was very weak.
Shen Er frowned, his deep green eyes filled with boredom. Ever since he became a cursed assassin, there had always been some guys who came to his door under the guise of revenge.
He wasn't trying to hide it, so it was expected that he would be followed.
"Hmm?" Dongshu peeked out and met Shir's dark eyes. Upon closer inspection, he noticed some green.
She could see the ugly cursed spirit on the man's shoulder, and he did not conceal the chilling aura around him at all.
Fuyuki simply smiled at him, then emerged from behind the cover, looking directly at this "important person" without flinching.
"Child?"
Even glancing at her, a little girl in a dress appearing in a dark, damp alley on a hot summer day seemed completely out of place.
"Is there something you need?"
It wasn't the killer we expected, but this kid doesn't seem like an ordinary person either.
"have no idea."
Dongshu blinked, spoke briefly, and then just looked at him.
Dog Roll's family didn't impose any restrictions on her, but her life there consisted of playing with Dog Roll Thorn and chatting with the tribespeople.
It was really quite boring.
So she liked to travel around, and she was very curious about this new world.
Even though she spent some time a thousand years ago, there is a huge gap between that era and the present. When she sees familiar things on the road that have been completely changed, she can still express some sentiments as someone who has lived through it all.
I really want to grab that guy and let him see the world. I wonder if his gentle face will crack in shock.
Seeing Shen'er around the corner was an unexpected coincidence. She squinted to confirm and found that it was indeed the "Heavenly Curse," but she didn't know whether he was Shen'er or Fu Hei Shen'er.
However, none of this had much of an impact on her.
She just suddenly became curious and followed them.
Unexpectedly, the journey became increasingly dark and damp. Despite being a bright and beautiful city, there were such unsightly environments in the corners.
As the crowd thinned out, Fuyuki couldn't help but peek out, making a strange noise as she did so: "Hmm?"
Realizing what was happening, she wanted to cover her face, but forced herself to hold it in.
When she heard the question, she didn't know the answer herself, but she answered honestly.
However, judging from the expression on the person's face, the reply was not good.
"I really don't know." Fuyuki unconsciously clasped his hands together. "Uncle, do you want to come along?"
"Get out of the way, kid." Shen paused, then, unusually kind, pointed behind him, "Go back the way you came, understand?"
After saying that, he tried to shake off Fuyuki and leave.
Fuyuki followed closely, walking around him. She could feel Shinji's increasingly rapid movements and realized his intentions.
However, the overwhelming, imperceptible spiritual power encompassed his every move. The person in front of him disappeared, yet his perception was completely exposed.
Even so, it is a curse from heaven.
The Heavenly Curse is a binding power that is forcibly bestowed upon someone at birth, sacrificing certain innate conditions in exchange for a powerful force in a particular aspect.
The conditions for such sacrifice and the power gained vary from person to person; in some cases, it is even a matter of exchanging magical power for physical strength.
This kind of constraint is innate and imposed on the body, and cannot be removed at all.
Although Shen'er has no magical power, he can see curse spirits. His powerful body allows him to sense the existence of curses, which is different from ordinary people who cannot see curse spirits.
Simply put, it means sacrificing all magical power in exchange for the strongest physical body. However, spiritual power, which is not a power possessed in this world, is not within the scope of the Heavenly Curse, but that does not prevent Shen'er from keenly perceiving the abnormality.
Seeing that guy ahead of me again made me a little annoyed.
"Thump!"
The solid fist collided with the spiritual energy shield, producing a piercing sound. Fuyuki's eyes widened as she sensed the ruthlessness hidden within the man's attack.
It was obvious that this person had been provoked.
Fuyuki retreated repeatedly, but every attack was blocked by the shield without her suffering any damage. She blinked.
His hands were skillfully clasped together; the series of movements had been ingrained in his very being.
Pink petals unfurled, and from this beautiful, dreamlike scene came a sharp glint of light.
"Oh dear, oh dear, the fox who dwells with the celestial fox. Come now!" A shrill fox voice rang out, and the masked boy moved with swift movements.
A shikigami?
Even when he became cautious, his actions were ruthless, creating air currents that allowed him to hold his own against swords and blades with his bare hands.
"Whoosh!" Minghu swung his arm, his movements extremely fast, his expression serious and focused.
This person is not simple.
Throw a punch, twist your body, kick, block, attack, advance, and strike again...
The actions came one after another, dazzling Fuyuki. However, the battle became increasingly intense. Although Narukko's training level was not high, his considerable strength was still evident.
Minghu gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
The fox raised its voice and said, "Minghu, things have come to this point, there's no need to remain silent any longer!"
Narukami gripped his katana tightly, his voice soft yet clear: "Yes, I will retaliate."
The mask that Minghu always wears is a protective armor for his face, and its black color gives him a cold and aloof air.
A superior force and speed came crashing down, and he deftly deflected the force. The spell tool had already been taken out, and he felt the pressure coming from his arm, a smile playing on his lips.
"So weak."
After saying that, Minghu was pushed aside, took a few steps back and stopped, his clothes were torn, the aftereffects of the True Sword Kill were really costly.
Dongshu opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide open, and his mouth opened involuntarily.
She was shocked.
In just three minutes, Minghu was forced to use his true sword ultimate move, but he still couldn't win.
Wow, that's amazing! She couldn't help but admire her for a second.
Clench your fist quickly and firmly; your own tsukumogami is the most powerful!
"Naruki, let's stop fighting." Fuyuki reached out to him, and Narukko naturally stood next to her.
"My lord."
Fuyuki expertly stroked the fox's fur, then looked at the lazy-looking man opposite him: "My name is Fuyuki, what's yours?"
Shen'er looked at her, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long while said, "Shen'er".
What do you want me to do?
"...Play with me?" Faced with this strange question, Fuyuki managed to utter a single sentence.
"Do you have money?"
He likes rich women, but for kids, money is fine too.
Winter Tree: "".
Sister Zhou didn't tell her that this person would randomly ask people for money!
"No," she said, pursing her lips.
Shen Er waved her hand: "Then don't bother me, go find someone to play with, Miss."
This kid is dressed like he's from a wealthy family... no, a family of sorcerers.
But it has nothing to do with him anyway.
A few days later.
In a high-end hotel room, there are beautiful women, Shen Er and Dong Shu.
Shen'er sat on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette in a melancholy mood, while Dongshu and the beautiful older sister looked at each other in bewilderment.
What kind of situation is this...?
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