In a bar, the guests on the tables and chairs were chatting quietly, while Kensuo was sitting alone at the bar drinking wine.
The bartender wiped the glass and said with a smile: "Now it seems that your plan is not very reliable."
"Be patient, Curse Spirit." Kensuo glanced at the bartender lightly: "At worst, wait another 100 years... time will help you kill all your enemies."
"Maybe, but I can't wait that long." The bartender shrugged: "You'd better let me see the progress quickly, otherwise..."
Kensuo had a mocking smile on his face: "Otherwise, what are you going to do? Use those dead people to tickle me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the guests who were talking stood up and stared at Kensuo.
There was no trace of blood on their faces, their limbs were twisting strangely, and their mouths were roaring without meaning.
"Although you have lived for a long time, you should remain in awe of me... just as you would be in awe of death."
"Death? Do you really think of yourself as a god?" The smile on Kensuo's face became deeper: ""Curse spirit, don't push yourself too far. "
"My name is not Curse Spirit, my name is Iblis. I am..."
The skin and flesh on the bartender's body fell off, transforming into a skeleton more than three meters high, with dark green flames burning in the eye sockets: "Death."
The blade of the huge scythe pressed against Kang Suo's neck, exuding an inexplicable and terrifying spell.
After a stalemate between one person and one curse spirit, Kang Suo put down his wine glass and raised his hands: "Okay, okay, you have the final say within your domain."
Iblis snorted coldly and put down the scythe.
The realm unfolds, the paradise of the dead!
…
Gu Yanan looked at the little devil in front of him: "Why is this face so familiar..."
Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers: "Yes, he is Fushiguro Shiji's son, and his name is Fushiguro Megumi."
"Forehead……"
Fushiguro Megumi couldn't help it anymore: "Are you two sick? Why did you change your expression like this when you saw me!"
Gu Yanan shook his head and his expression returned to normal: "Why? Because your father almost killed me, you know?"
Fushiguro Megumi gritted his teeth and said, "That guy's affairs have nothing to do with me."
"That won't work. The father's debt must be paid by the son."
"Whatever you want, just don't get involved with my sister. She has nothing to do with that man."
"Oh! He's quite responsible." Gu Yanan was amused and looked at Gojo Satoru: "This kid is interesting. What? You accept him as your disciple?"
"It's not me, it's you." Wu Jiaowu pointed at Gu Yanan.
"...You brought it back for me to teach?"
"I am very busy……"
"You're so busy!" Gu Yan'an kicked him over: "Every day, apart from using spells to find Xia Youjie in Kyoto, he comes here to fight with me. Will you die if you find something to do? There are many curse spirits!"
"They're all too weak and meaningless... Besides, there's no shortage of manpower, right?"
After Xia Youjie was sent to Kyoto, Leyan Temple was also released.
After some bargaining, Rakuganji served as the principal of Tokyo Magic College.
When the conservative representatives reconciled with the reformists, they also successfully mobilized some conservative magicians to start contributing.
"It doesn't matter if there is no shortage of manpower!" Gu Yanan's eyes were as wide as copper bells: "Teach what you bring back, don't throw it to me like Xiang Jie!"
Xia Youjie did not take Mimiko and Nanako away.
"The two of them have been abused for so long, and their cognition is not normal. If they are influenced by me again and go to extremes... I won't be at ease if I leave it to Satoru. Please, Gu."
"Please do it again... don't look at how loudly the two children cried before leaving." Gu Yan'an complained endlessly: "You brought back another one, and now the Curse High School has become a Curse Kindergarten... "
Gojo Satoru raised his hands and surrendered: "I know, I know. I'll do it myself, okay? By the way, Megumi's technique is Jukage."
Gu Yanan was a little surprised: "That technique that is said to be comparable to No Lower Limit?"
"Don't lie, it's just a record of dying together..."
"That's alright. Can the Zen Yuan family be willing to give it up?"
"I gave them a billion."
"...Stop teaching him, just give him to me."
"What's the meaning?"
"Train him into a super-level and fight against the local tyrants."
"..."
Two months later.
"Curse power is the accumulation of negative emotions. Ordinary people's curse power will leak out involuntarily, forming a curse spirit."
"But we magicians can control our own magic power and inject it into the birth spells engraved in the body to produce different effects..."
"But fighting cannot rely solely on magic. It also requires physical skills, intelligence, etc... The first thing you need to learn is how to let the magic power flow in the body."
The three little carrot heads sat on the lawn and listened carefully.
"You need to amplify your perception and feel the changes in the mantra's power. Due to emotional fluctuations, the mantra's power will naturally not be calm, so you must maintain a peaceful mind and concentrate on controlling the concentration of the mantra's power on a certain part..."
Mimiko was attracted by an ant.
"Nanako, ant..."
Gu Yanan's head suddenly hit Mimiko's forehead:
"For example, concentrating the magic power on the ears can improve hearing..."
Mimiko covered her head and did not dare to speak.
While Gu Yanan turned around, Nanako secretly picked up the camera hanging on her chest.
"When you control the flow of spell power in your body for a long time, all aspects of your body's abilities will improve. Speed, strength, perception, etc..."
Nanako's eyes flashed as the camera appeared in Gu Yanan's hand.
After admiring Nanako, Gu Yanan concluded with a smile: "The last assignment was for you to gather the mantra naturally produced by the body at the Dantian. This time, the assignment is to build a structure from the Dantian to the brain. Check the cycle of mantra power after one month. Remember, you must practice until, even if you don’t deliberately control it, the mantra power will flow to the designated location by itself... Do you understand?"
"I understand." The three children replied weakly.
Gu Yanan didn't care and waved his hand: "Let's play!"
The two little girls cheered and chased after the ant.
Fushiguro Megumi looked serious and bowed to Gu Yanan: "Thank you, teacher... eh!"
Gu Yanan pressed Fushiguro Hui's little head with one hand and rubbed it hard: "Can you be more lively? You keep a straight face every day. Do I owe you money?"
Fushiguro Hui kept struggling in Gu Yanan's big hand, with an angry look on her face: "It's none of your business how I look..."
"Ouch? You are so arrogant now!"
Just as Gu Yanan pinched Fushiguro Hui's two little faces, a girl slightly older than Hui appeared next to the playground.
"Sister Tsumeki!"
Mimiko and Nanako's eyes lit up as they were counting the ants, and they flew into Tsumiki's arms.
Fushiguro Megumi snorted softly when he saw this scene.
"Jealous?" Gu Yanan asked quietly in his ear.
"No...no!" Fushiguro Megumi blushed: "Don't talk nonsense."
"Haha, I can't tell that your boy is still a sister-in-law... Damn it!"
Fushiguro Hui became so angry that she jumped directly on Gu Yanan's face and beat her again and again.
"Wait...respect your teacher...don't pull my hair, kid!"
…
Leyansi looked at the people playing in the playground and snorted coldly: "There is no formality at all... There is no special appearance!"
"Okay, old man, you are not a special class. Do you know what a special class is like?"
"..." Leyan Temple was silent.
Gojo Satoru licked the ice cream: "The method of flowing magic power taught by Gu is very interesting... I tried it, and the speed of mobilizing magic power was at least 30% faster."
"Yeah. Others don't have six eyes, so it's probably less, but it can still increase by about 20%. I've sent people to promote it... It's November now, are you eating ice cream?"
"What are you afraid of? Will I get a bad stomach?"
"Where did you buy it? Give me one."
"...Didn't you say you were already seventy?"
"Stop talking nonsense, will I get a bad stomach?"
"..."
This time it was Gojo Satoru's turn to be speechless.
