Don't talk about love, just sell birds

The moon is covered by thick clouds, and everything in the world is shrouded in the dark night. Only two fires are faintly lit in the depths of the woods, but the light is very dim through the dark paper lanterns. In such a night In the midst of it, there was a sense of quietness for no reason.

Two deformed shadows stood under the banyan tree carrying the lantern. Looking carefully, they turned out to be hunched human beings. The shorter one wrapped his face tightly with a dark green square scarf and covered his head with a hat. The deliberately processed voice was a little hoarse and low, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes, "Did you bring the money?"

In order to match his height and arched posture, the man on the opposite side could only bend his waist with all his strength. It was a bit tiring to maintain this posture for a long time, let alone.

The short man quickly took the thing he took out from his arms, weighed it, and looked around furtively after making sure it was correct. Maybe it was a psychological factor, maybe it was the result of the rendering of the environment, and he always felt that the surrounding trees and shrubs were Someone will jump out of the bush at any time.

He untied the black cloth bag tied around his waist and handed it to the man. The man opened an opening to check the contents, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why is one so thin? It won't survive this winter, right?"

He was not happy about the short man when he said that, and he was afraid that he would change his mind and not buy it. The people who were waiting for the deal to go to dinner forgot to change their voices when they were in a hurry. Under the tight hood was a clean and clear boyish voice , "You are questioning my professional ethics!"

Hearing that the voice was still very young, the man was also taken aback for a moment, and then explained, "Sorry, this is not the first time we have met. Of course I don't suspect that you sell inferior products, I just said it casually."

Whether it is a boy, a young man, or an old man, as long as a man knows that this is a character that is not easy to mess with, as for who his real identity is, anyway, the lord has not asked to investigate clearly, so they will not do unnecessary things.

The short man is satisfied now, thinking about the recent rising prices, he also wants to mention the price of the goods, but he is not used to doing such things, after all, it has been at this price for so many years, so he hesitated for a long time Then I cleared my throat, "Well, I'm not a god, I have to eat like you, and recently... Tch, here I am again!"

The man was confused when he heard it, and wanted him to speak more simply and rudely. The short man clicked his tongue suddenly, and ran around him to the paper lantern next to him without even saying hello. A huge black shadow appeared out of thin air on the ground.

The night wind blew, and the clouds moved with the wind, revealing a bright moon.

The man saw clearly the true appearance of the huge monster, it was a strange sedan chair, and in front of the car was a huge face, pale and pale, without a trace of blood, as if it had been coated with a thick layer of powder, with curly hair and glaring eyes Open wide, there seems to be endless resentment, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman, only the expression that condenses all hope is nightmare-like.

Infected by this strong emotion, the man was slightly shaken.

"Hazy car, they are chasing you, run!"

The figure turning over brought back the man's consciousness. The wide-brimmed hat was blown away by the wind, revealing the face hidden inside. The lower half of the face was still covered by the square scarf, but the pair of emerald eyes were unforgettable.

Are they coming?who are they?

The man reacted belatedly, looked behind him, but saw nothing.

Suddenly a gust of wind passed by his ears, and the man couldn't help shivering.

When he turned around again, the sedan chair had already floated off the ground, flew away from the air in an instant, and disappeared into the thick night.

……

After flying at high altitude all night, Izumo patted his face that was frozen and stiff by the wind, and sat cross-legged on the roof of the oboro car, "The group of people are really pestering each other, can't they come back after I finish talking?"

He took out the purse that had just been warmed up, opened it and counted it three times in a row, but he couldn't get any more money. He couldn't help sighing, "The cheapest bowl of ramen now costs three hundred yuan. The money is not enough for ten days."

Can't afford food, eat and sleep in the open every day, and still have to be chased.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that life was boring, so I let out a long sigh.

Seeing a village in front of him from a distance, Izumo patted Oboroche, the face in front of Oboroche spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the despair in his eyes was even worse.

Seeing drops of blood raining down from the sky, Izumo withdrew his hand by putting away the money bag, with a calm expression on his face, deceiving himself that nothing had happened.

After the hazy car landed, it became invisible again.

Izumo pushed down his hat, made sure that no one would see his face, and walked towards the village. There were fields on both sides of the road. It was early spring, and it was green. The wind passed through the wheat waves, and there were layers of green ripples.

The people in the village are simple and honest. Although it is strange that Izumo is dressed in an airtight manner, he does not show any rejection or evil intentions. The owner of the ramen shop saw that he was thin and small, and he was very enthusiastic and added an extra piece of char siew.

After learning that no money was needed, Izumo praised him generously.

When I really ate it, I found that the compliment just now was too flat. I didn't expect a simple bowl of miso ramen to taste so wonderful. "It's delicious... Uncle, your craftsmanship is amazing, better than mine The best ramen I've ever eaten is delicious, how on earth do you do it?"

The benevolent ramen uncle laughed, "This is miso made from home-grown soybeans. As for the recipe, which is secret from the ancestors, even if you praise me, I won't spread it to the outside world."

Ancestral secret system.

This word made Izumo feel enlightened, and he found out the trick in an instant. That's why the uncle's ramen is more expensive than other restaurants. If it weren't for the only ramen shop in the village, he would never come to eat it. Now he is a little lucky.

It is natural to say that good things are naturally expensive, so if the quality of his products can also be improved, is it natural that the price increase is also natural, but how can it be improved?

Thoughtful, Izumo didn't notice that there was a guest next to him, and he still occupied most of the table carelessly.

"Salmon with radish."

A low but noble voice sounded from the left, followed by the hearty laughter of the ramen uncle, "Hey, radish and salmon miso ramen, do you want to add fish rolls and char siew?"

"no need."

The man who recovered subconsciously looked to the side, and saw a stern side face with no waves on it.

After realizing that his sitting posture was a bit restrained, after Izumo realized that his arm occupied half of the other person's position, he quickly retracted his hand and honestly put it on his lap, "Sorry."

"It's nothing." He finally stopped avoiding the side, and sat quietly waiting for the ramen to be served.

Izumo's eyes wandered around his expressionless face, then slowly moved down to his clothes and the saber at his waist, and softly uttered a single syllable, "Ah."

The team uniform and the sun wheel knife on this person are very familiar. I didn't expect to see the members of the ghost killing team in such a remote mountainous area. Could it be that there are ghosts haunting nearby?

But this team uniform is not like the ordinary soldiers he has seen, and this body is not what ordinary people can have. Could it be a "pillar"?

No matter what, people who can afford luxuries such as radish and salmon must have a lot more money than themselves who can only live on a budget. I was disturbed last night and couldn't raise the price. Since I can't earn money from the boss of the Ghost Killing Team, The same goes for earning employees money.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki had no idea that the other party started hacking his wallet as soon as they met each other, but his aggressive gaze made him frowned, and just as he was about to say something, a crow flew over with its wings flapping, seemingly unable to After finding the target, it circled around before landing on his shoulder.

He took off the bamboo tube tied to the crow's paw, which contained the latest instructions, saying that there was an evil spirit that ate children on a mountain in the southeast, and he needed to set off immediately to get rid of it.

Glancing at Uncle Ramen's busy back, he hesitated for a few seconds and finally gave up the radish and salmon, but the money still had to be paid.

He took out a large denomination note and put it on the table, "Boss, don't look for it."

These bold words instantly ignited Izumo's enthusiasm, and he hurriedly stopped the person who was about to leave, "Is your crow very old?"

Yiyong didn't understand why this person suddenly said such a thing, and the name of the crow was only known within the Ghost Killing Squad, so he stared at him with a sinking face, "Why do you know the crow?"

"I don't know. I bought the crows you usually use from me." Just now, Izumo already knew how to improve the quality of the products. In his hands, the content of the letter is too easy to leak, but what about "words"?

He finally found what he should do.

He is going to teach the crow to talk.

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