I am a cursed spirit

Exorcism of a first-level cursed spirit.

The destination of Feng Haya Toru's mission this time is a school that is said to have extremely strict management. He checked it on his mobile phone and found that the reviews on the Internet were quite "brilliant", all of which were praises.

The list of outstanding graduates could fill a book.

It had not been long since he officially obtained his first-level sorcerer's certificate, and the assessment process was terrible. The person who accompanied him seemed to be one of the confidants of the senior management, who almost knocked him out with a punch, and then helped him complete the task before announcing that he had passed the assessment.

Therefore, a first-level sorcerer taking on the task of a first-level cursed spirit can be considered a formal professional match.

Gao Yushiyan followed behind him, and the two were led by the college staff to a teaching building.

"This is where that guy is." The staff stopped.

He is an ordinary person and cannot see the cursed spirits, but he has a special family background and knows about the existence of cursed spirits. He is not panicked by them, but simply hates them.

"I understand. Leave it to us." Feng Zaoche nodded slightly.

He has participated in many exorcism missions so far. The school is a high-incidence location, so he is familiar with the place.

"As for the first-level cursed spirits, I have not seen one that is incapable of self-thinking." Feng Zaoche walked ahead to explore the way and said slowly, "But some first-level 'spirits' are only effective in combat and are unable to communicate. They can only understand the general meaning of what humans say."

Although it may not be appropriate to say this, the cursed spirit that is most suitable for their type of technique... is actually of special grade.

“But after previous experiments, I found that all the things I could create were things that I found funny, right?” Gao Yushiyan was eager to give it a try.

"Yes, so your technique is actually quite versatile and much more 'easy' than mine." Feng Hayateru waved his hands, "Try it later, I'll cooperate with you. Anyway, this is just an appetizer now."

They have a total of two missions tonight, and one more... they need to go meet up with the first graders later, oh no, it's the second graders now, after all, it's a mission they asked for.

"What? Are you nervous?" Most of the fights Feng Zaoche had taken him to before involved minor incidents involving second-level cursed spirits. There were always some bumps in the process, but most of them were completed without incident.

"No." Gao Yu Shiyan shook his head in a solemn manner. Feng Hayate found that after several performances, this guy was much better at acting. "I was just thinking about what words I should say to greet the first first-level cursed spirit in my career as a comedian and artist."

Kaze Hayateru: “…”

"No, let's not have a sense of ceremony in such a strange place." He changed the subject naturally without any resistance. "If you really can't think of anything, you can imagine yourself in 'rehearsal'."

"After all, it's my script." Feng Zaoche put his hands in his pockets and walked to the end of the corridor.

There was a wall in front of him, blocking his way.

There's nothing strange about this, but the problem is... when I looked at it from the outside just now, this place should have been connected, with a corridor of about 20 meters connecting to another teaching building.

"Boom——"

The wall was reduced to dust and smoke was rolling. At first glance, the vision was completely blurred. But in fact, Feng had already achieved his goal - to induce the cursed spirit to become angry, and then to show up.

"As for the specific role, I will fulfill my duty as a temporary partner. It's up to you to choose, Gao Yujun." Feng Zaoche put his right hand behind his back, spread out his left palm, and stretched it forward.

This was a gesture of "please come in", and there was even a hint of a cheerful smile on his face. If it weren't for the strong presence of the ferocious face of the first-level cursed spirit behind him, one would probably have the illusion that there was some high-end restaurant behind him.

That was indeed the case. According to the school, three students had been missing for more than three days, and it was very likely that they were...dead.

"Kazehaya-kun, look at the form of this first-level cursed spirit. It looks a lot like a badminton." Gao Yushihiko stretched out a finger and compared it to a badminton. No, a first-level cursed spirit. "It reminds me of the time when I caught a prop for performance training before."

The next second, the technique was initiated ahead of schedule.

Feng Zaoche looked at the oversized badminton in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Badminton's eyes popped up. It was actually the first-level cursed spirit from before. This guy was caught off guard and was hit by Gao Yu Shiyan's technique, and directly became a part of the environment he created.

Feng Zaoche pinched the head of the badminton and slowly... dragged out the two rackets from the system space.

"Yes, I still remember that time, props had to be caught in order to achieve the best effect. As a result, at the end of the practice, the rackets could no longer restrict you, and you even started to use your head and feet to catch the props." It can only be said that these people really spared no effort when doing what they are passionate about.

However, he didn't have anything funny to say to others, so Feng Zaoche lowered his head and smiled.

Isn't he the same?

Feng Zaoche gave one of his rackets to Gao Yu Shiyan. It can be said that everything he imagined was ready, even the court was ready.

It's just that his badminton skills are rather poor. Sometimes he can't even serve the ball well, and when he does catch it, he can only receive it for six times at most before giving up.

About fifteen minutes later, the first-level cursed spirit that was not even worthy of a face-to-face encounter, now a first-level badminton, was carried out by Feng Zaoche.

It is estimated that Gao Yu Shiyan's technique is still in effect. This kid probably thinks that the style of Curse Spirit Badminton looks new and funny, so the first-level Curse Spirit has not come out.

But when you bring the badminton closer, you can find that the body of this cursed spirit has become tattered.

It’s definitely not a problem that his badminton skills are too bad.

Absolutely not.

"Wu, Jie, come over for the examination." Feng Zaoche, who had endured countless strange looks from the assistant supervisors during the drive, had endured such torture all the way, and finally got out of the car and was able to gain relief.

"What do you mean by pick up..." Gojo Satoru swallowed the rest of his sentence. He reached out and took the badminton from Fuuhayateru's hand, grabbed the tail and shook it vigorously in the air, flicked it with his hand, and whistled loudly, "Handsome."

If this cursed spirit had a hate list, Gojo Satoru was rising at the speed of light like a rocket, and it wouldn't be long before he would surpass Takahashi Fumihiko's position on his own.

"Jie, you should take care of this badminton." Gojo Satoru is not an expert in this field, so the only solution he can come up with is to destroy it.

Just as Xia Yujie took a few steps forward, he saw Gojo Satoru taking the racket from Fuzai Toru: "Oh, I haven't tried playing Curse Spirit Badminton yet. Let me play first before I try."

The principle of the racket is to inject magical power into an object and then hit it, thereby causing damage to the object. In addition, there is a small additional effect, that is, if the target is able to think, as long as he or she is still breathing, he or she will remain clear-headed.

This cursed spirit was probably born at the wrong time and fell into their hands.

It is very difficult for Kazehaya Toru to imagine the level of cursed power of Gojo Satoru...

It's really unbearable that he can't die even after taking hundreds of "He" shots that can be used stably, and can only endure all the existing pain with a clear mind.

You deserve it.

Comparing the badminton levels of Gojo Satoru and Kaze Hayateru, one can bluntly describe them as “one is in heaven, the other is underground”.

While waiting for the "window" to continue observing the energy fluctuations of the special-grade cursed spirits, this level one creature was beaten up badly. Xia Yujie was not very interested at first, but later on, he got bored of waiting and went up to join in.

"Did you bring the candy?" Feng Zaoche asked him in a low voice.

After they dug two holes of terrifying depth near the school, Yega Masamichi called them over and gave them a symbolic scolding. Xia Yujie went out on a mission the next day, and later, he came here alone.

The method of subduing cursed spirits has indeed changed, and it is in line with the stereotype of Onmyoji, which is to apply talismans.

but……

Xia Yujie nodded and took out a small bag of candies and a talisman rolled up outside as a protective charm from his pocket, which he had packed specially for convenience when going out.

After all, it was a profession derived from the candy given by Kazehaya Toru, a method of conquering, and a talisman derived from it, so of course - it couldn't be something serious.

The way it is used is to pick out one sentence from all the words it has heard during this period of time - whether it is a human curse or a TV broadcast, as long as the content can be identified, it will accept it.

Just shout when using it.

There has always been a small unsolved mystery for Feng Zaoche. After a mission, he didn't know what kind of difficulty the talisman gave him.

Xia Yujie attended every cultural class thereafter, and the talismans were placed on the desks. Since there were few of them, there was plenty of space in the classroom.

"What is the talisman this time?" Feng Zaoche asked with great interest.

How could Xia Yujie not know that he was waiting to see a joke? He glanced at him casually and said, "It's just a normal hurry... Okay, Toru, at least try to hide the disappointed expression on your face."

When he first entered the school, Feng Zaoche seemed to be a relatively conscientious guy, but as time went by, he became like this.

"Sorry, sorry." Feng Zaoche raised his hands in surrender.

"I bought a pair of headphones and played this sentence next to the talisman every day, 24 hours a day." Xia Yujie smiled slightly, "Now it seems to be effective."

The cursed spirits subdued in this way can be used normally without the effects of candy.

If it is possible to use the technique normally without consuming the Curse Jade, no normal person would continue to choose the Curse Jade.

The quantity of candy is limited, but it is not a rare limited item. Feng Zaoche is "rich and generous", and every once in a while he sneaks into Xia Yujie's dormitory under the cover of Gojo Satoru and adds more candy to the candy jar inside.

It is certainly impossible that the person concerned knew nothing about this matter, but he is grateful for his classmates' care and will not necessarily expose it himself. He will just be more diligent in his tasks so that he can spare more time to help them.

Feng Zaoche, who was still immersed in the strange question of how to wear headphones when performing a spell, heard him suddenly laugh and turned his head away in surprise.

The poor senior was punished because of his height. His head was grabbed and he was forced to turn around.

"The last time Satoru used this position on me, my head has been completely free. You'd better stop it. The sense of immersion is too strong. I'm a little scared." Feng Zao Tetsu said in an emotionless and calm voice, and he raised his hands and exerted force to free himself from the clutches of Geto Suguru.

At this time, news came from there that they could go in.

The suburbs, like schools, are also a high-incidence area for "cursed spirits".

In the absence of intentional interference, cursed spirits still exist in prosperous cities, but those that make too much noise are often dealt with first as soon as they appear. Only those in remote places are easily missed and may devour lives, gradually completing their "evolution".

In name, Feng Zaoche brought Gao Yushiyan to "see the world". In the eyes of the accompanying personnel, his words were particularly arrogant. He said something like "guarantee that you can go in upright and come out upright", and that this mission is absolutely not dangerous."

...It seems that there is no problem.

The characteristic of the cursed spirits this time is that they are "hidden", and we don't know exactly which one there is, so we can only be sure that there is a special grade cursed spirit among them, so we called Gojo Satoru and Summer Oil Geto over together.

Even hostile Jujutsu Association high-level officials have to admit that these two special-grade sorcerers are indeed the strongest at present.

"Okay... I found it. The movement is quite obvious. It doesn't matter if I hide it." Gojo Satoru adjusted his sunglasses and stepped forward to challenge, "Toru, do you need help? I see you're having a hard time finding it."

"Say less villainous lines, Wu, I will be careful. I don't know what color my eyes will be next time I get a new one." Feng Zaoche said this sincerely.

With the taste of the system mall, it is really not impossible to give him a pair of colorful eyes. If that day comes, he will learn from the future Gojo Satoru and find something to tie up his eyes before going out to see people.

Feng Zaoche, who was so angry that he even made a joke about his own hell, successfully choked Gojo Satoru. He continued to stare at the movements of the special-class beast with a bad mood.

Without a physical entity, you don't know the enemy's exact size and movements, and can only judge through various clues. This will undoubtedly become a very tricky factor in the battle. It depends on how these two people plan to deal with it.

[Host——!] 920 rushed out from the sky, [I have purchased the colorful contact lenses you wanted!]

[When did I ask for it?] Feng Zaoche was stunned.

Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed the head of the cursed spirit that was about to attack Feng Zauteru, and forced it back without changing his expression.

Xia Yujie stopped outside and did not move. Instead, he summoned his own cursed spirit and surrounded the area tightly.

【Just now.】920 answered.

At this moment, Feng already understood everything.

After evolution, this guy seemed to be equipped with a weird host demand order-based communication board, and often did some weird things when Feng Zaoche was not paying attention. This time, he ran into it again without paying attention.

He sighed, retrieved the so-called information about cosmetic contact lenses, and prepared to take a look at them before putting them back into the warehouse.

"Takaba-kun, do you remember the third script I wrote? It was a story about a cartoonist." There was a calm weirdness in Feng Hayate's voice.

"Oh, yes, yes, that cartoonist got all tattooed when he went out to buy paint. It was really hilarious, haha."

Kaze Hayateru: "..." The funny part of the story he set up at the time was not there, but many people couldn't help laughing when they saw the actors suddenly get into trouble after being in a mess.

Damn, pigments are really expensive.

His guidance made Gao Yushiyan realize something. After the technique started, they became "colorful people" drenched in colorful paints, with not a single piece of undamaged skin on their bodies.

Gojo Satoru let out a "ha" and looked at his hands, one side of which was turning red and the other side was turning black.

When facing non-hostile units, it seems that only visual changes are achieved, and the spell does not directly affect them.

His eyelashes trembled, and after a moment, everything in his sight returned to its most authentic appearance.

What will happen if a cursed spirit that is originally transparent and relies on hiding is covered with a layer of conspicuous color that cannot be shaken off?

After equipping himself with the colored contact lenses, Feng Zao's eyes were completely opened and he couldn't help but exclaimed, the cursed spirits in front of him turned into simple blocks of color, just like a novice tutorial for a game, telling him where to hit best and what the probability of a critical hit was.

This is really the way to bring the bowl to the side and feed him with a spoon yourself. It would be inappropriate to say that you don't know how to do it.

…

After a moment, Feng Zaoche quickly took off his contact lenses, straightened his appearance, and regained his composure in just a few seconds.

"It's over." Feng Zaoche said calmly.

It is said that the special grade is the most powerful cursed spirit. Gao Yu Shiyan did not expect that the exorcism process could be so...easy.

He looked at his angel investor, and then at the other two boys who had relaxed expressions on their faces. The 25-year-old Gao Yushiyan was dazed for a moment, but then he immediately cheered up.

This is the passionate youth! As long as he has the same positive attitude, even if he is 25 years old, he can still enjoy this precious emotion!

When the group walked out in a leisurely pace, there seemed to be other people outside. Feng Zaoche was very sensitive to this kind of gaze. He frowned and looked over, and found that it was someone coming from the upper level.

Fortunately, a first-level cursed spirit is not something worth worrying about. It can only be used to cripple weak sorcerers or ordinary people. He did not let Gao Yu Shiyan hold back. The special grade has the second-year students following him, so there is no problem for Feng Zaoche to sleep on the spot.

But some people still cannot maintain a too peaceful relationship.

Feng Hayateru was originally walking about a body length in front of him, but suddenly he slid on the spot, stumbled and fell straight down, and fell in a direction that could completely put the blame on Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru noticed his move but didn't guess his intention: ""

Taking advantage of the blind spot where no one else could see, Feng Zaoche gave a look to Xia Yujie.

The latter immediately nodded slightly in understanding, took a step forward, stretched out his hand to grab the back of his collar and lifted him up. For Xia Yujie, the weight of a minor was really nothing, and he easily made him stand up again.

He glanced at Zao Che up and down, then suddenly snorted coldly. The look in his eyes could not hide the mockery in it, but at least the sound was suppressed.

—— "Look, it's a level where you can't even stand steadily."

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I'll post it tomorrow, and update it in the evening.