The person is cursing and is a conjurer

Chapter 74 Fuheisher.

On January 2006, 1, Tokyo received its first snowfall.

Frost and snow dyed the entire Tokyo buildings white, and the bustling city was wrapped in a layer of plain white.

The cold wind in the evening blew the red lanterns hanging in front of the izakaya, and there were some drinkers inside the izakaya illuminated by orange lights.

They were so drunk that they still yelled that they were not drunk and asked the boss to bring them more wine.

The food ordered on the table was not moved at all, but a lot of empty wine bottles were piled up.

The izakaya owner rubbed his forehead, secretly thinking about how to get the money he deserved from these drunkards later.

Suddenly, his eyes shifted to the tall and muscular man in the inner corner of the long table.

"It's strange that you come to an izakaya even though you don't drink. But it's good if you can pay. At least you won't be as difficult as those drunkards."

The man noticed the gaze of the izakaya owner. He lowered his eyes and looked at the izakaya owner. With just a casual glance, the owner unconsciously stepped back.

He felt as if he was being targeted by a huge beast in the deep mountains and jungles, and its ferocious mouth suddenly attacked him.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The owner of the hotel hurriedly walked into the kitchen. When he noticed that his eyes were gradually fading, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Chanyuan Shi'er looked at the hotel owner who was running away like a monkey, and couldn't help but curl up a wanton smile.

Zenyuan Shi'er, no, he should be called Fuhei Shi'er now. He joined his wife's wife Fushihei's family a long time ago. Well, his son also changed his surname, but he can't remember his son's name.

However, these are irrelevant matters.

In life, only money is the most important.

Whether he is hanging around various women or working as a "spell killer", his goal from beginning to end is only one, "money".

Of course, if he could spend his whole life leisurely with a rich woman, Fuhei would be extremely happy, just like his first wife.

It was a very beautiful period in his life, and it was so beautiful that Fuheishier still has a hard time forgetting it.

If you can restrain your personality, you will consider being more diplomatic because of her. You will go home early at such a late hour, stay by her side, hold her in your arms, even if you are watching boring TV with her. .

Oh, by the way, Fuheji still remembers that woman's smile and her short hair. She was really beautiful. She was already the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

However, she was already dead. She died four months after giving birth to Hui.

By the way, your son’s name is Hui, right?
Really, I can’t even remember the name I gave my child. I’m really an incompetent father.

Today is a very important day, it seems to be a day with light snow like this. He met Hui's mother.

Fushikiji had the urge to drink, so he came to the izakaya, but after arriving here he realized that he didn't like drinking, because no matter how much he drank, he would never get drunk.

Jin Er laughed at himself: "You are really sentimental. I have never been like this before."

Looking at the few grilled chicken skewers and barbecues left in front of him, he put down his money angrily, got up and left.

A drunkard walked by and grabbed Fuheishier's hand, "Hey, brother, come and have a drink with me. We won't go home until we're drunk today."

The drunkard dragged Fuheishier hard, but no matter how hard he tried, the positions of the two people did not move at all. The drunkard felt like he was dragging a big mountain.

"I don't like drinking."

Fuheishier's voice was very light, but it was enough for people to hear the coldness in it.

The drunkard realized that something was wrong. He turned around and saw a man who was two heads taller than himself, with a disgusting face and an expression of extreme contempt on his face.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, the drunkard plucked up the courage and shouted loudly: "Hey, you guy, your expression is the same as those who mocked me. I will tell you today, if you don't have a few drinks with me, don't even think about leaving." .”

The noisy sound attracted the attention of others, and the drinker looked over with a little amusement.

The owner of the izakaya also heard the sound and came out. He wanted to step forward to stop the two of them, but then everyone's eyes widened.

Fuheishier was picking his ears with his left hand, and with his right hand he had lifted the drunkard's entire body into the air. No matter how he moved, the drunkard's feet could not touch the ground.

"What are you going to do, you guy?"

The drunkard who was lifted into the air immediately sobered up a lot.

"Let go of me!"

"Huh? What are you talking about."

Fuheishier didn't pay any attention to what the person in front of him said, as if he was doing an insignificant thing.

He raised his hand hard and threw the drunkard out in an instant. The figure that flew out directly smashed the door of the izakaya, and the drunkard rolled all the way on the snowy night.

The dark pupils looked around with blood-red murderous intent, and the cold domination made everyone turn around in silence.

"You guys who look more like monkeys than magicians, you'd better not mess with me!"

Fuheishier walked out of the izakaya, glanced at the tracks in the snow, and then turned back to the right.

The street lamps emit an orange shimmer, illuminating the broken and fine snowflakes falling from the sky. White catkins are floating in the sky, and there is a lot of snow piled on the ground.

The shops on both sides of the road have not yet closed, and the colorful neon lights exude brilliant colors.

Looking up, Fuheishier saw the lottery retail store on the roadside. Intrigued, he took out the last money in his pocket and bought a few lottery tickets.

Tilting his head, Fuhei Shirbi looked at the numbers on the lottery tickets. After a long time, he slowly said: "I didn't win any of them."

"it's a pity."

Every time he passes by a lottery shop like this, or bets on horses, boats, etc., Fuheishier will happily buy some, but his gambling luck has always been bad. He always loses every time he bets, and he has never made any money. Grand prize.

But that was the reason why he kept losing. He thought that maybe one day his luck would suddenly explode and he would win the jackpot.

Then, he can spend all that money in one go.

Fuheisher threw away the lottery tickets casually and slowly walked out of the retail store with his hands in his pockets. There were few people in the snowy night. He walked aimlessly on the street. Maybe he felt bored. He took out his mobile phone from his mouth and thought about what to do. Which woman's house to spend the night with?

There were many contacts during the cell phone call, and there was a long list of girls’ names: “Risa Masuyama, Misuzu Sakayoshi, Emi Niwada, Kyoko Mitō.”

Most of them were single ladies, and Fuhei was very uninterested. He couldn't remember the appearance of many of the people above. By chance, he simply found the ones he had contacted the most recently.
"Moses Moses, I am Fuheshir. Can I stay at your house for the night today?"

The direct words made the woman on the other side of the phone silent for a while, and then the woman readily agreed. She seemed to be thinking about driving to pick up Fuheisher, "Where are you?"

Fuheishier casually reported the name of a roadside shop.

"I'll pick you up in about 15 minutes."

"it is good."

Fuheishi'er hung up the phone. He didn't know what these women saw in him. He guessed that maybe he was good-looking or had strong physical fitness?

There are many rich and single women in Tokyo, and apart from spending the night, Fushikiji will not bother them too much.Spending money to buy happiness is something these people like to do. Fuhei is very greedy for their money, and they are indeed very rich.

Fuheishier didn't just wait around. He walked around casually and came to a narrow and dark path. He walked towards the inside of the path and reached the depths.

"Come out, you've followed me all the way from the izakaya in the middle of the night. This place is already remote enough. Aren't you ready to take action?"

Just as Shi'er's voice fell, in the dim environment, a black figure rushed out from the corner of the roadside. The light of the knife in his hand cut through the snowflakes and stabbed straight at Fuhei Shi'er's head.

"Go to hell!"

The harsh voice followed like a shadow with the sharp sword.

Even with his back turned, Fuheishi'er seemed to have eyes. He suddenly disappeared from the spot, dodged the shadow man's sword, and punched the shadow man in the stomach with his right fist.

The body strengthened by the sky and the curse, its strength is far beyond comparison with ordinary people. The exaggerated power brings up the white flocculent wind, and a punch with all its strength brings up the wind and snow in the narrow alley, and the long dragon roars out.

The shadow man reacted quickly. When the sword light failed, he crossed the short knife in his hand and blocked it in front of him.

The blade of the sword collided with the heavy fist, and the dark shadow man's whole body was filled with blue magic power and he retreated. After taking dozens of steps, he stopped in his tracks.

"Interesting." Fuheishier chuckled, "It seems that the conjurer is a good monkey this time."

"who are you?"

The shadow man ignored Fuhei Shi'er, the surging spell power continued to strengthen his body, and the blade of the unusual short knife in his hand was raised upward.

On a snowy night, there was a faint sound of explosions in the air.

"It's faster than the first time,"

Fuheishier spit out a cursed spirit ball from his mouth, the purple-black cursed spirit stretched out its body and wrapped around him, and the soul-releasing knife was pulled out from the cursed spirit's mouth.

“But it’s still a trash fish!”

Fuheishi'er rushed forward. His speed was faster than the speed enhanced by the magic power of the shadow man, and due to the 0 magic power, the shadow man could hardly catch Fuhei Shi'er.

However, Fuheishier can easily detect the shadow man's every move at night by relying on the sharp five senses brought by the sky and the curse.

The soul-releasing knife faced the strange knife in the hands of the shadow man again and again.

The light of the sword flickered in the night, and fine snowflakes spread out around the two of them.

The soul-releasing knife could not cut the knife in his hand, and the knife seemed to be wrapped with a strange spell. '

In the brief exchange, Fushihei Shi'er had the upper hand. He stepped lightly on the wall and used the wall to burst out faster. When the blade of the soul-releasing knife came into contact with the short knife in the hand of the shadow man, Fushihei Shi'er was hit by it. The alternative action was reversed.

The soul-releasing knife cut sideways through the shadow man's body.

Hot blood floated out like a thread, and at the same time, the effect of the soul-releasing knife was activated, and the slashes on the body directly tore apart the soul.

The shadow man lost consciousness for a moment. Fuhei Shi'er pulled out the Wanli Lock from the mouth of the cursed spirit. The strong iron chains sealed the limbs of the shadow man. He slashed the shadow man's head with the soul-releasing knife, and his head was broken into pieces. A dead body remains.

Fuhei Shi'er looked at the corpse lying on the ground faintly, "Strange? Why didn't he activate his own spells even though he was a magician?"

"No technique? Or is it useless on purpose?"

Fuheishier's eyes narrowed slightly, "But he is indeed dead."

"There's always an uneasy feeling." He scratched his head.

"Also, did I forget to ask him what attacked me?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you die."

Looking at the strange short knife that fell on the ground, Fuheishier picked it up and said, "Is this knife also a cursed tool?"

While thinking, he walked out of the dark alley with a short knife. A few minutes later, Fuheisher got into a woman's car.

After Fuheishier took away the dagger, only a headless body was left in the alley, and Kensuo slowly walked out of the darkness.

He asked with a smile: "How is it, Yamata? Are you satisfied with his strength?"

The flesh and blood spilled on the ground was slowly retracted, the shadow man's head grew back, black and white markings appeared on his face, and the Yamata no Orochi appeared again in human form.

"It is indeed very strong. Without using any spells, I can only use the magic power. I am indeed no match for the sky and the curse with 0 magic power."

"His body is no longer a body of flesh and blood. Its strength, speed, perception, and even its hardness are comparable to refined steel. Strengthening with magic power alone is far from reaching his level."

"In addition, he can skillfully use a variety of magic tools. To a certain extent, he is considered a strong person."

Yamata said calmly, "But even so, I don't understand why you asked me to do this."

"After spending so much effort, why do you want to give away the Tiannibo that you got? You clearly know that with this special magic tool, my winning rate against the magician last time will be much higher."

"It's not impossible to kill him."

Kensuo crossed his hands and said, "Yes, your winning rate will be much higher."

"But are you sure you can win? The Congyun Sword in your curse spirit body fell into the hands of that curse master."

"And the extent to which a 15- or 16-year-old magician will grow is far from what we can predict."

Yamata was silent for a while, then continued: "Even if it's like what you said, my winning rate is still over [-]% with the Tenni Hoko in hand."

"What if we add six eyes?" Kensuo asked with a smile.

"It's better than the Heavenly and Cursed Binding. If he fails, the Tennibobo will definitely fall into the hands of the conjurer."

"By then, our situation will be quite bad."

Kensuo didn't pay any attention to what Yamata said. He slowly turned around and said, "Yamata, you must learn to put a long line and catch big fish."

"The success or failure of the Heaven and Curse Binding has no impact on our plan at all, and the Heavenly Rebellion will not be the key to determining the outcome of this war."

"For us now, strategy is much more important than our own strength."

"It is said in the strategies of the ancient Eastern countries in attacking the enemy that the superior one attacks the strategy by attacking the heart."

Yamata frowned, "I don't understand."

"Ha." Kensuo chuckled, "Don't worry, our goals have always been the same so far. There is no need for me to get myself into a lot of trouble."

"It will work."

"Better so."

'After observing for so long, it's finally time to start implementing my plan. '

(End of this chapter)