After a while, Zen Yuan Shou's figure appeared on the third floor.
Walking in front of a few people, the one-armed Zen Yuan Shou placed the black suitcase on the window sill, then entered the password to open it.
A thick sealed document bag was placed on top of the cash.
Zenin Shou picked up the document and handed it to Gojo Satoru, and said calmly:
"This is all the experience of the Ten Shadow Techniques of Zen masters in the past generations. Teacher Gojo can test it."
Gojo Satoru took it casually and flipped through it in front of several people without any hesitation.
"Hey, haha."
"The Zenyuan family's top-secret information was handed over to the opposing family..."
"Is this really good?"
Gojo Satoru looked at the one-armed magician opposite, his eyes full of amusement.
Pulling back a corner of the bandage, Gojo Satoru stared straight at the broken arm of Zen Yuan Shou: "You have become a first-level magician, but that guy still treats you like this..."
"Are you really not dissatisfied at all?"
Gojo Satoru openly provoked the relationship between Mirai and the one-armed magician in front of Noctua and the others.
Or I shouldn’t say provoking, but revealing the bloody reality.
Yesterday, he disappeared for a long time and returned to the Gojo family mansion to specifically check for information about the future.
I guessed that that guy was a bit evil, but I didn't expect that he would be so cruel to his own family's magician.
"Don't worry, the master of the house treats his subordinates very well."
Zen Yuan Shou calmly said the unintentional remarks.
Gojo Satoru was speechless.
This Gujing Wubo demeanor...
At this moment, he was starting to admire the way he managed the family in the future.
"Miss Mingming, here are the rewards from the last mission. Any more will be considered a bonus."
"In addition, the head of the family also asks you to keep the contents of the entrusted task secret as much as possible."
"certainly."
Mingming took the suitcase from Chanyuan Shou and smiled charmingly: "I will definitely comply with the employer's reasonable requirements."
It wasn't until Chan Yuan Shou turned around to leave that Ming Ming happily counted the banknotes in the box.
"As expected of the head of the Chanyuan family... He is really generous."
Ming Ming murmured with a smile.
"Miss Mingming, are you on the side of the Zen Academy?"
Gojo Satoru tilted his head and asked with a smile.
"Take sides?"
Ming Ming put the counted cash neatly in the box, and lightly opened her red lips: "Don't make a mistake, Teacher Gojo."
"Where the money is, there I am."
“Things that cannot be exchanged for money are meaningless to me.”
The words fall.
Ming Ming carried her suitcase and left the scene briskly, swinging her silver ponytail.
...
At night, the moonlight is gentle.
Three days have passed since I left the college in the future.
In the Zenyuan family's mansion, lights were on except for some servants' houses on the periphery.
In the area inside the core, only the two dim yellow candles in the pavilion flickered.
Three days,
After dispelling the Zen Master, Mirai's eyes remained in the shape of a kaleidoscope.
This will ensure that no one can sneak into the vault.
This rigorous attitude gave the Millennium Black Hand enough face.
"Tap, step..."
The footsteps coming from the darkness gradually grew louder.
In the future, he raised his eyes and followed the sound, and the figures gradually became clearer.
A human woman with short hair, black clothes, and a tall figure.
She has a fair face and a pair of smiling eyes.
It was just the evil intent in his eyes and the stitching mark on her smooth forehead that made the woman look a little more eye-catching.
"The future head of the family, I have admired him for a long time."
With a soft voice, the woman walked into the pavilion and sat on the sofa prepared opposite.
In the future, he picked up the teapot, and a touch of magic power overflowed from his fingertips.
After a while, the tea that had already cooled down became steamy.
Mirai picked up a cup of hot tea with a calm expression: "To each other, each other."
"Kamo Kenron's name is like thunder."
Kamo Kenron: The head of the Kamo family, the third royal family, one hundred and fifty years ago.
The evil magician who studies the fusion of cursed spirits and humans is known as the stain on the Kamo family.
He has the reputation of being the 'worst' magician in history.
A flash of surprise flashed across the woman's face, but she quickly calmed down.
Picking up the teacup in front of her, the woman narrowed her eyes and responded:
"No wonder there have been magicians from the Zen Academy who have been monitoring me since a few years ago."
"I'm really curious, where did the head of the Chanyuan family hear this secret?"
"How do you find out who I used to be?"
The female body is named Kaori Kizuna, and she is the biological mother of the protagonist Hisato Kizuna.
The magician who is currently occupying Kaori's body is named Kensuo.
He is an evil sorcerer who has survived for thousands of years, and Kamo Kenlun is only an insignificant figure in his life.
In the future, he sipped the hot tea and was thinking about which set of words he should use to respond.
a moment of silence,
When Future was about to speak, Kensuo made a guess first.
"Are you willing to accept the flesh..."
Listening to Kang Suo's murmur, Future didn't answer and continued to sip tea.
Looking at the calm-looking future across from him, Kensuo seemed to have answers to many of his doubts.
Kensuo's voice was no longer soft at this moment, and the woman's body sounded like a man's hoarse tone.
"Which dynasty are you a dead soul from?"
"Early Meiji period?"
"Or...thousands of years ago?"
As if confirming, Kensuo directly defined his future identity as the undead spirit that had taken away his body.
After all, in Kensuo's mind, there was no reason for Future, who was only twenty years old, to know the identity of his vest.
Ken Suo has this self-confidence, even Gojo Satoru's six eyes cannot see through the disguise of this body at a glance.
Coupled with various highly targeted arrangements... and the ability to perform a variety of spells just like him.
There's no way a kid can do this.
It can only be explained by accepting the flesh and seizing the body.
"oh?"
Mirai pursed his lips in surprise and smiled: "Kensuo, you are still as smart as ever."
In the future, he never expected that Kensuo would directly rationalize his identity.
The prepared remarks will be immediately invalidated.
There is absolutely no brain to help me make up the reasonable identity.
What a surprise.
"The shou flesh from thousands of years ago, no wonder you recognized him at a glance."
Kensuo touched the scar on his forehead and said as expected.
For thousands of years, the spells for birth and awakening have been as numerous as the stars in the sky.
There are one or two magicians like me who have survived for thousands of years and master the method of seizing bodies.
There will be accidents, but they are not unacceptable.
Over the course of thousands of years, Kensuo has seen too much.
Even if the breath of the curse is not sensed from the future.
Kensuo was also sure that the person in front of him was not the one who signed a contract with him thousands of years ago.
But revealing his true identity can also be considered as confirming his identity as the future sufferer.
...
Thinking of this,
Kensuo looked secretly at the coffin placed behind him, analyzing the purpose of the old monster in front of him.
The high school received news that Xia Youjie died at the hands of the Zen Academy’s future.
Sneaking into the Zen Yuan home two days in advance...
Jiku's barrier seems to be full of loopholes, but the future is sitting at the entrance.
Those blood-colored pupils that have not been seen for thousands of years are the reason why Kensuo has been hiding until now.
"What's the purpose of bringing me out?"
Kensuo raised his head and looked at the future with deep eyes.
Thousands of years ago, the heyday of magicians.
The same old monster from thousands of years ago...
When Kensuo recognized his identity, the last bit of contempt in his heart completely dissipated.
Now only...
Curiosity about the unknown, and solemnity.
