The person is cursing and is a conjurer

Chapter 7 A black finger.

"What? You want me to enlighten your lovelorn classmate? No." Kujo Genyi rejected Shiguame's proposal without mercy.

"What does this have to do with it? Don't you, who considers yourself an adult, still not be able to handle the so-called "love" troubles of a so-called brat?" Shigu Qian said deeply and generously, "This is my third request. .”

"As a conjurer, you should know that the three requirements we just met can be considered a type of restraint."

Binding is a relationship emphasized by the magic world. It can be interpreted as giving up something to obtain the conditions you need. It is consistent with the Buddhist theory of cause and effect. Add: For the magician, binding and balance are extremely important. .

In the world of magic, an agreement or an oath reached by a consensus of interests will automatically form a bond. If one party violates this requirement, it is very likely to suffer the consequences of this agreement in the future.

"You" Kujo Genyi choked, not knowing what to say.

"Why do you need me to persuade you, can't you do it yourself?" She still wanted to struggle.

Shiguqian said slowly: "You heard it just now. I told you that I have never been in love. I haven't even met the girl I like yet. How can I persuade her? Isn't this a useless effort?"

"I didn't hear it. I don't want to know the little brat's privacy."

"It's okay, didn't I tell you? I see that you are so old, so you must have experienced a lot of things. You must have a lot of experience in love. I think he will listen to your words more."

What do you mean, I am older and have accumulated more love experience than you?Where did this all come from?

Please, I haven't been in love either.Kujo Genyi retorted in his heart.

"Don't you have any experience in love?" Shi Yuqian asked, his eyes slightly upward, making a look of contempt.

"what?"

"Heh, bring the phone." Kujo Genyi reached out and took the phone. How could a woman say she couldn't do it?I have never talked about it, but I have seen it a lot. I still can’t solve the little kid’s love problem?Are you kidding me?
"Hello, this is Kujo Genki." Kujo Genki greeted Kiriyama Dashu on the other side of the phone. His cold, watery voice seemed to flow through people's hearts, making them feel refreshed.

But there was no greeting on the other end of the phone, and instead there was a beep of the phone hanging up.

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"Your classmate has hung up the phone." Kujo Genyi handed the phone to Shiguame.

Shiguqian took it, then looked at it carefully, and asked doubtfully: "Is it true? What is this guy doing?"

As he said that, he dialed the phone again, but the other party didn't answer the call for a long time, "Don't answer the phone?"

"Why did you go?"

"Are you worried? Why don't you go and take a look?"

"It's okay, he will be fine. He probably wants to be alone. After all, you have to go through some things by yourself, and no one can help him." Shi Yuqian put away the phone and looked up at the white flower The girl with the bone umbrella continued: "Okay, you have just fulfilled my third request."

"That's it, we're settled. It's getting late, I should go home." Shi Yuqian said this, making the final preface before leaving.

"Goodbye."

Shigu Qian held a big black umbrella, and his figure became increasingly blurred in the rain.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I knocked your companion unconscious when I entered the tent just now. Don't worry, he's fine." A scattered voice came from the blurry rain.

Kujo Genyi stared at the disappearing figure in the distance with an indifferent expression: "Shigure Qian? It's really interesting. That kind of curse tool doesn't seem like something that ordinary families should have."

At the gate of Asano Junior High School, there was a black exclusive business car with the license plate Kyoto 480*88-88.

It had been some time since Shiguame left. In the car, Kujo Genui, who was wearing a red and white miko uniform, was sitting in the passenger seat, her bright black eyes staring at the drizzle falling outside the car window.

Sentimental youth literature writers always like rainy days. They write that the whirling rain is the fireworks sent by the gods from the sky to the world. However, it is true that only those who like rain can see the charm of rain.

"Uh" The person lying in the back parking space made a small noise.

Yamamoto Hamura, who was knocked unconscious by Shigure Ao, slowly stood up. In the dim car, he saw Kujo Genui sitting in the passenger seat, and he immediately cheered up.

"Miss Kujo, are you okay? I'm sorry, I was attacked and fainted." Yamamoto Hamura rubbed his sore neck from falling asleep, and couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart: Little brat, you don't follow martial ethics, don't let me fall. I met you for the first time, otherwise I would definitely make you walk around without food.

Her voice was still cold, without any fluctuations in emotion: "I already understand everything."

"Did Miss also meet that person?"

"Well, but I should still be grateful for his sudden intrusion, otherwise I would have almost died here."

Yamamoto Hagoromo trembled all over, straightened up his posture, and then said: "Young lady is joking, some second-level curse spirits can't threaten you at all."

"Today I met a special-level curse spirit." Kujo Genyi said, casting his eyes on the vanity mirror of the passenger seat. Her proud figure in the reflection was shattered, and her voice was a little soft, "Special-level, really strong, It’s even a little unbelievable.”

Yamamoto Hamura's pupils tightened in an instant, and he asked anxiously: "Miss, are you not injured? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Should I go to the hospital now? It's all my subordinate's fault for trusting the intelligence of the high-level informants too easily. I should."

"Okay, Mr. Yamamoto, am I not sitting here properly now?"

"My subordinates are still not rigorous in their work." Yamamoto Hamura nodded slightly, lowered his head and asked: "But how could a special curse spirit appear in a private school in rural Tokyo like this? Is it possible that someone above is deliberately hiding something?"

"Go check it out, maybe you'll find something."

"Yes, ma'am."

"By the way, there is another person. You should also check his information. The more detailed the better." Yamamoto Hamura suddenly came back to his senses: "The student who attacked me today?"

"Well, a little brat named "Shigure Qian"."

"I see."

On the other side, orange light swayed on the road.

Shigure Qian was walking on the asphalt ground when a sneeze dispersed his laziness.

"Aqiu!"

"What's going on? Do you have a cold? I sneezed two or three times along the way. Is anyone thinking about me?" He rubbed his nose and said as he walked.

Suddenly, something bulged and hard in his trouser pocket made his thighs hurt. Only then did Shi Yuqian recall the black fingers he had picked up on the rooftop not long ago. They seemed to have fallen off before the special curse spirit dissipated. fallen.

He stopped at the street entrance and took out the finger from his pocket. The black finger could not tell which specific finger it was. The nail cap was completely black, and the whole thing had a strange aura. Shigure Qian A "horrible" curse can be detected from this finger.

"So, what is this? A curse? In other words, is the curse overflowing from it attracting so many curse spirits? It can even be said to create a "special" curse spirit in a very short period of time?" Yuqian touched her chin and looked at the finger, "It's really scary when you think about it."

"In this case, it's better to destroy this kind of thing as soon as possible."

An icy blue frost gas like the sky spread out from Shiguqian's hand, and the raindrops floating not far from Shiguqian's palm instantly turned into tiny ice beads.

The surrounding temperature dropped with an alarming trend, and a thick layer of frost and snow began to condense on the road surface centered on Shigure Qian.

When Shiguqian found that there was no change in this finger, he suddenly increased the output power. In an instant, sky-blue ice covered half of Shiguqian's cheeks, and half of his body was covered with frost and snow. .

In a corner of the April rainy night, ice-blue eight-sided snowflakes floated.

The standing street lamp was covered with frost and snow, and the orange lampshade was frozen into a ball of ice.

"Ah? Can it only be frozen? Can't be destroyed? Is it because of some kind of restraint?" Shi Yuqian tilted his head and looked at the "ice lump" in his hand. His black fingers were still emitting strange power in the ice. The black and terrifying curse lingers for a long time.

"Forget it, since this can only be carried with me, and I don't know how to seal spells, I can only deal with it this way now. The cold air can only temporarily suppress the breath it emits. Alas, it seems that it is not strong enough. .”

He recalled the magician organization mentioned by Kujo Genyi, "A magician college? I hope it won't be too late to meet you next time. After all, I am very eager to become stronger. Even a mere unknown person Even my fingers can't destroy the spell, it's really too weak." Talking to himself, Shi Yuqian put his fingers into his schoolbag to disperse the cold air around him, and then walked home again.

Shigure Qian lives some distance from the school. It takes about half an hour to walk, so most of the time he rides a bicycle to school. Unfortunately, on rainy days, he has no choice but to walk to school. This is also the real reason why he doesn't like rain.

The journey is long, but if you take it step by step, you will reach the end.

Shiguqian walked along the road and walked into a small villa area. Yes, it was a villa area. Most of the houses built here were single small villas surrounded by stone walls. Occasionally, there were a few planting cherry blossoms that poked their heads out. Tree, obviously, those who live here are either rich or noble.

Although this is a rural area of ​​Tokyo, there are also some luxurious and secluded residences that are no less decorated than high-end residences in modern big cities.

In the early days, the Shigure family was a large family with hundreds of people. However, later on, most of the family's descendants were girls and there were very few boys. As time went by, it gradually declined, so that now, Shigure Qian was almost the only male male left.

Therefore, when Shiguqian's grandma was still alive, she loved Shiguqian very much. At the same time, she always talked about her wanting him to have more babies in the future.

Recalling that time, Shi Yuqian would always blush and refuse, saying, "I'm still young, and I'm not old enough to marry a wife."

Or they say something like "one or two is enough".

However, things have changed, times have changed, and the yellow flowers have long since withered and passed away.

The small villa here and the ancestral house in the countryside are the properties left to him by the Shigure family.

Shi Yuqian took out the key from her schoolbag, opened the iron gate, then opened the small wooden door, and then entered the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is not spacious, but it does have some area. A huge pear tree occupies most of the space. The white pear blossoms cover most of the green clothes. The flowers are blooming in full bloom. However, due to the light problem at night, the pear tree is not so smooth. There is a stone table and two stone pillars under the tree, probably used for playing chess and drinking tea.

There was a small corridor made of gravel. Shigu Qian walked through it, walked up the wooden steps, changed her shoes and walked into the house.

Turning on the light, the orange spherical gas lamp illuminated the whole room. Things in the room were neatly arranged. Most of the interior design had not been replaced or modified during the time of Yuqian. Most of them were old objects. The whole house looked like It was quite spacious, and there were only a few eye-catching things: a desktop TV, a low table with a coffee table, and a wooden sword made of bamboo on the wooden stand in front of the window.
Shi Yuqian leaned the wooden box against the wall, put down his schoolbag, walked to the low table, poured a glass of water, and rested quietly for a while.

In fact, he is still a quite cool person. Even if he lives in such a big house, he does not feel lonely. On the contrary, listening to the chirping of frogs and cicadas, Shi Yuqian even enjoys this desertedness, just like people in the world often do. As I said, the complexity of the world does not interfere with my exclusive enjoyment of the coldness.

After sitting for a long time, he went to the backyard and boiled water, thinking of taking a hot bath later.

After doing this, he walked to the living room, picked up the bamboo sword on the wooden stand in front of the window, then went to the corridor to turn on the lights in the courtyard, and practiced sword practice in the dimly lit courtyard.

There were stars in the sky, and the drizzle that had lasted for several days had stopped before Shigure returned home. Looking at this, it should clear up tomorrow.

Under the white pear tree, with the cool breeze blowing, Shi Yuqian danced the bamboo sword in his hand. He was not a scholar, but he had become accustomed to practicing swordplay at night through long-term persistence and training.

The swordsmanship he practiced was not very complicated or complicated, just the simplest movements of slashing and stabbing together. Occasionally, he became interested in using the swordsmanship he saw in comics, such as "Flying Sword Style" and "Beichen". One knife flow" and so on.

After practicing for more than an hour, he began taking a bath and washing in the evening, and did not return to the bedroom until around ten o'clock in the evening.

There were not many things in the bedroom, and it was very empty. There was a window covered by a white gauze curtain, and the wooden desk and chair faced the wall. Shigure Qian was not used to sleeping on tatami, so he bought a mattress. In the corner of the room was a floating style bed.

However, it's not the time to rest yet, he still has some important things to do, such as updating the latest chapter of the light novel, and then practicing extracting the magic power.

I go to bed after completing the agreed-upon "tasks" every day. This has always been the case for ten years.

(End of this chapter)