But What did the Novelist do Wrong?

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Chapter Thirty-eight

    Who should be blamed for being bullied?

    Did the dignified super magician become a super magic spirit because of campus bullying and suicide?

    Thinking of the corpse engraved with contradictory demands, Xia Youjie felt that Yuan Lu's death was not as simple as campus bullying.

    Super magic spirits that can retain consciousness and communicate with people have also appeared, but they are all horrors that have been widely circulated for thousands of years. It is really unheard of for someone like Yuan Lu to suddenly appear as a human being and also as a curse spirit.

    No matter how bad the high-level conjurers are, it is impossible for them to mistake a super-level magic spirit for a super-level conjurer.

    Yuanlu must have been human before they came.

    He blurted out: "Of course the bully is to be blamed."

    Yuan Lu's document didn't even include his family background.

    What do assistant supervisors do?

    Yuan Lu hooked his lips, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his round almond-like pupils.

    "The answer is wrong."

    Xia Youjie frowned: "Wrong? Do you want to blame the person being bullied?"

    A mistake is a mistake, and Yuan Lu didn't mean to explain it.

    She turned her palms over and clapped her hands. With the sound of fingernails colliding slightly, the black and purple thick mist around the air was diverted into a stream, slowly approaching Xia Youjie like a snake.

    Only the dead would applaud backhand...

    Xia Youjie wanted to let the curse spirit resist, but also thought about the 'space of consciousness' mentioned by Yuan Lugang, he dared not take this risk, and let the black and purple thick fog surround him, only his head was exposed.

    Her intuition told her that what Yuan Lu said was true.

    It's definitely not her who hurt him, but himself.

    Yuan Lu stopped clapping, but looked at Xia Youjie with more approval.

    "You're pretty smart."

    "...What did Satoru do?"

    "He didn't believe me, so he blew this up."

    "..."

    It's like what Gojo Satoru did.

    Yuan Lu tilted his head. She wears a girlish bun, traditional priestess clothes, no heavy jewelry, exuding natural beauty and generosity, like a goddess walking out of a picture scroll.