I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Chanyuan Shi Er has been away from the Chanyuan home for more than a year.

In the past year, he ate instant noodles and slept in cheap rented houses. Even if he later turned to a black market bounty hunter when he met Kong Shiyu, an intermediary, he was only extravagant in the few days when the money came. Soon you will be completely exhausted in gambling with small marbles and spending money, and then repeat the process of running out of money again.

Fortunately, the Zen Temple is very strong, and the physique called "Heaven and Curse" by the magic art world has exchanged the man's whole body's magic power for the human body's limit. It has many advantages, but it is a good player in dealing with magicians and cursers who are also human.

This time, the mission was nothing but a bonus he picked from the task bar at will after he used up his savings again.

According to the information provided by Kong Shiyu, the target of the mission is a curser disguised as a composer, who uses unknown spells to cover the songs he made with magic power, and absorbs vitality as nutrients from ordinary people who hear the performance. Then feed it to the mantra you raised.

The curse master is well hidden, and the incompetent upper echelons of the curse art world don't even know that someone has seriously violated the rules of the curse art world. Targeted investigation of this information.

From the analysis of the information, the curse master's own ability should not be strong, but the curse spirit has at least one level, so it can be regarded as a good price in the black market.

At least it was enough for the Chanyuan to spend a while indiscriminately.

Different from the old-fashioned magic world family, Chanyuan Shier does not underestimate the power of modern technology. The explosion of the bomb previously planted in the background was a signal, and Zen Er leisurely walked to the door of an inconspicuous utility room, stretched out his hand and took out the previously hidden curse knife from between the mop and the broom.

"evil…"

The mantra knife was stained with the smell of pickling in the utility room, and it entered the nostrils along the air. The Zen Yuan took the knife away in disgust, and fanned the other hand in front of the nose.

"It just so happens that this knife has been used for a long time, why don't we take advantage of this bounty to get a new one..." The young man in his early twenties muttered like a middle-aged uncle, as if he didn't know what to do at all. I saw the magic power gradually surrounding me.

Those who are hidden in the dark are secretly delighted, and they are about to activate a spell that diffuses in the air.

The Zen Yuan looked up lazily, "I told you..."

The sword in his hand was unsheathed and swiped, leaving a half-moon-shaped afterimage in the air. The magic tool seemed to have its own purification technique. As soon as it touched the magic power, it was like fresh snow and fire, and it was dissolved almost instantly. Clean and tidy.

"...The low-level filth that belongs to the curse spirit is about to overflow. Do you think I'm blind?"

The curser didn't answer, the power of the curse that couldn't make a sneak attack retreated and contracted, and after forming a ball, a strong sound wave suddenly erupted.

The bell-like symphony reverberated out of thin air in the corridor. While attacking the human body with sound waves, more influences rushed into the center of the brain along with the magic power, trying to control the human brain through emotional control.

Chanyuan Shi Er casually plucked out his ears, his body tensed into a bow, and he directly threw the knife away. Even if the magic tool under the blessing of Juli was affected by the magic power that filled the space, it still rubbed and hit the hiding place. target in shadow.

The curser snorted, and his control over the spell was suddenly weakened a bit.

Chanyuan Xue Er took the opportunity to rush forward, kicked and hooked smoothly under his feet, and the curse knife flew back to his hand, and the knife slashed at the curse master.

The curser hurriedly rolled on the spot in embarrassment, dodging the attack of the Zen Yuan Shi Er, but he did not expect that the knife would not be reduced, and it would directly hit the wall behind him.

A whole wall shattered, and at the same time, a rich mantra bomb exploded with the flow of smoke and dust.

The curse spirit behind the wall has a huge and bloated body, full of flutes, violins, brass horns and other musical instruments, and a few small eyes grow on the top of the hairless head, all of which are turning and staring at the Zen Temple.

"—"

The curse spirit opened its mouth and let out a twisted roar, and the musical instruments on its body made a harsh ensemble with it.

"Hey~" Chanyuan Zhen Er whistled frivolously, "It's quasi-special class, you're doing pretty well."

I don't know which string this sentence touched the curser. The curser who was dodging in embarrassment suddenly stopped. He stood up straight against the wall and said excitedly: "That's my muse! My masterpiece! You! What does this ordinary person without magic power know!"

Accurately step on thunder.

Chanyuan's face sank, and the curse tool in his hand slashed forward without warning. In the tragic howl of the curse master, a knife cut off a large piece of musical instrument on the curse spirit.

"It's so noisy." The man grinned grimly, "Is this a muse? Then your artistic literacy is really bad enough."

The aching cursed spirit struggled like crazy, and the musical instruments that stretched like branches on his huge body hit the wall with his struggle, and immediately smashed the entire wall, causing the people hiding in the next room to scream.

"This, what is this!"

The man hiding in the room with his lover shouted in horror, while pushing his lover out, the delicate lover struggled frantically under his control, but to no avail.

The Chanyuan really didn't care about the life and death of ordinary people. He watched the indiscriminate attack of the curse spirit with his leisure time, and was ready to stab at any time if there was a flaw.

at this time.

The razor-sharp long lance came with a mighty thunderbolt, and the air squeaked at the excessive speed, but it hit the bloated body of the curse spirit in an instant, and smashed through several walls one after another, killing the curse spirit. nailed to the ground.

Its strength and its potential, if it runs through a long rainbow.

The Zen Yuan didn't care that there was still a white shadow on his retina, he turned around suddenly, and saw a slender figure walking slowly through the damaged corridor.

Zhong Li stepped forward under the vigilant gaze of the Chan Yuan, grabbed the long pole of the lance of the rainbow and slowly pulled out the weapon. With a flick of his wrist, the blood of the curse spirit was smeared off.

There was a big hole in the belly of the curse spirit, and it was still bubbling out with blood, but it let out a howl mixed with music, and moved its body back regardless, instinctively wanting to stay away from the relative to it. The size of the "human" is too small.

This scene is even a bit funny, but the Zen Yuan can't laugh.

Until then, the rest of the people present seemed to have just reacted. The man and his lover cried and got up and ran away, while the curser stared at Zhongli with red eyes and screamed, "You've done a bit of work. what!"

Zhong Li glanced coldly at the cursed master who was furious, then turned back to look down at the hurried curse spirit, his low voice echoed among the ruins: "Ru An dares to feed such evil and filthy things with the same kind!"

The curser looked at him in disbelief, "That's art! Mr. Jono and I have praised your ability to appreciate, but you can't even appreciate such a great art?!"

Tiaoye Caiju, who was poking his head behind the ruins, was suddenly cued, and before Zhong Li's eyes swept over, he quickly cleared the relationship: "I don't know what he did, Mr. Zhong Li believes me!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also kicked his calf angrily.

"Mr. Harada." Zhong Li looked at Kazuya Harada, the curse master, "The so-called art is the combination of spirit and beauty, and the embodiment of emotion and concept. Art that starts from one's own selfish desires is just a despicable self-satisfaction."

"Sophistry! It's all sophistry!"

Harada Kazuya roared sharply: "You also give me the nourishment to become a muse!"

The scattered mantra rushed towards Zhong Li, the symphony roared, and Zhongyuan Zhong also anxiously wanted to step forward to intercept it, but was stopped by Tiaoye Caiju.

"Look carefully." Tiaoye Caiju said, "If you have a pair of good eyes, you should be able to see the situation better than a blind man like me."

He heard the voice again.

The rock element is flowing.

On top of the bright yellow jade shield, the rock elements that can be seen with the naked eye are condensed into blocks, rushing like living things, but a thin layer, but it blocks all the magic power that comes in.

Safe as a rock*.

With the power of the spell, Zhongli stepped out, and the lance of the rainbow pierced the smoke and tore apart the spell spirit that didn't run far.

"Do not!"

The gigantic body of the curse spirit dissipated like dust, Zhong Li took back the long lance, held a spear in his hand, and walked towards Kazuya Harada, whose eyes were splitting, step by step.

After being the background board for a long time, the Zen Temple finally stopped being silent.

"Hey, I said..." He knocked on the floor under his feet with a knife to attract Zhong Li's attention, "No matter what, we have to pay attention to the first come, first come first, right? We have already given you a spell, what is left? is my prey."

Zen Temple's blocking was just an attempt.

He is very aware of the strange temper of some strong people, and knows that just relying on his light words to stop him can't stop him, so from the beginning he didn't expect Zhongli to listen to him and stop.

If this person insists on killing that curser. Chanyuan really thought, he can only give up this business.

Although it is a pity, judging from the strength displayed by this man at this stage, he really can't beat the opponent. He's not some kind of character who smashes his head and wants to achieve his goals.

However, Zhongli really stopped.

The originally indifferent Yanshen has restrained his aura. Although he is still expressionless, he has changed from icy sharp and sharp to neutral and peaceful.

"Although it sounds crooked at first glance, it's not wrong in terms of general rationality." Zhong Li nodded at the Zen Temple lightly, and the lance of the rainbow turned into a light spot in his hand and dissipated.

"Please."

"Huh." The man grinned, "Thank you so much."

Harada Kazuya looked at each other with a distorted expression, as if they didn't take him seriously at all, and roared angrily, "You—"

The voice of the curser stopped abruptly.

His last consciousness was the severe pain of his scalp being pulled, and his headless body.

As if he disliked the stench of his own knife a few minutes ago, Chan Yuan took away the head he had cut off with his own hands.

"If your head is gone, don't say anything cruel, you idiot."