My countryman becomes Ultraman, I eat the soft rice of the middleman

Amid the steaming heat, Link looked at the slices of meat rolls, seaweed and other ingredients. They were carefully matched and clearly took a lot of thought.

He quickly pulled out a pair of chopsticks and began to taste.

The unique aroma of soba noodles hits your nose, and the taste is also quite good.

Link couldn't help but glance at Obi.

This guy's craftsmanship is amazing!

At this time, the radio next to me was playing tonight's program.

A female voice came: "Sorry to have kept you waiting. This is the horror rumor column of Xiaozhu, the late night host. This week, I have received a lot of topics about Obike..."

Link didn't stop eating the noodles.

Although the Victory Team conducted searches and attempted to communicate, all of this was done in secret and nothing was announced to the outside world.

After all, Obike has not caused any trouble yet and there is still hope for peace talks. It would be unwise to force the other party into a desperate situation.

"Do the two guests know Obike?"

Just then, Obike asked casually while continuing to clean up the noodle stall.

"I know!" the young man with middle-parted hair nodded.

"I don't know." Link said perfunctorily and continued to eat noodles.

Hearing the words of the young man with a middle-parted hair, Obik felt satisfied, thinking that after so much hard work for so long, he finally got some results.

But what Link said next almost suffocated him.

He glanced at Link and roared in his heart.

Are you a hermit immortal?

How could you not even know such a popular urban legend?

"I'm telling you, Obik is the guy who suddenly wants to play with you in the dark."

The young man with a middle-parted hairstyle was very enthusiastic and shared this little knowledge with Link, even though he himself only had a vague idea about it.

Obik was excited, thinking, you should finally know it this time.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Link's reaction was as cold as ever.

"..."

Obik's heart, which had gone through hundreds of years, suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

In order to follow his plan, he tried to calm down and continued to ask questions according to the established routine.

"So do you want to meet Obike?"

"Yes! Actually, even though I have a middle-parted hairstyle and look like Kun Kun, I am actually quite courageous."

The young man with the middle parted hair seemed very bold on the surface, but when he spoke, his tone was obviously a little nervous.

"I don't want to, I don't have time!"

Link slurped the last mouthful of noodles and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Baga Yalu, can you please play according to the rules?

Obike cursed inwardly.

But he still suppressed his dissatisfaction and asked again: "Do you want to meet him?"

"Why do you keep bringing this up?"

The young man with a middle-parted hair looked a little scared.

He was just about to move closer to Link, trying to gain some sense of security.

But the next second, Link gave him a look of disdain, which made him helpless.

"I'm done eating. I'm leaving now. Bye."

So, the young man with a middle-parted hair prepared to leave with an embarrassed look on his face.

Obik quickly looked at Link; the bastard didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

His legend can only be triggered by looking back.

But now this situation...

The young man with a middle-parted hair had already walked out of the noodle stall and was about to disappear completely.

"The boss pays!"

Just then, Link also paid the bill and seemed ready to leave.

Obike was so excited that he almost cried with joy. This bastard was finally leaving.

So...it's my turn to perform.

The next moment, a childish male voice suddenly sounded from the darkness.

"Play with me, play with Obike!"

The young man with a middle-parted hair, who had just left not far away, froze in his tracks and turned back subconsciously the moment he heard the voice.

When I looked, I found that there was no one in the noodle stall and the owner was nowhere to be found.

"what happened?"

He turned pale and swallowed.

At this moment, a mass of black, reflective substance suddenly emerged from the pot in the noodle stall and pulled him into the pot.

"what!!!"

As the screams rang out, the young man with a middle-parted hair disappeared.

Link's lips curled up in a sneer.

He had known that Obik would take advantage of the opportunity.

So he turned around, with a burst of gamma rays shooting from his eyes.

Boom! !

Sparks flew and the black substance quickly shrank back into the pot after being hit.

"You are not an ordinary person! You obviously know Obike too!"

In a puff of smoke, Obik teleported back and stared at Link angrily.

I didn't expect that I would be played around by this seemingly ordinary young man.

"It is impossible to go back in time. Everything has changed. You are a youkai with a long life span. You should understand this even more."

Link ignored the furious Obik and spoke to himself.

"What do you know? What do you understand? All my memories are in this village!"

Obik roared loudly.

Once the village is demolished, those precious memories will no longer exist.

"The generations you were familiar with have all passed away, and the village can never go back to the way it was."

Link looked at Obik and said calmly, "Why bother? You should learn to let go and find a new life instead of clinging to the past."

Hearing this, Obik clenched his fists, gasped heavily, and his lips trembled.

He tried to object, but... he couldn't.

Then he and the noodle stall turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared on the spot.

Link shook his head. "You run away as soon as you disagree with me. You are such a young master who never grows up!"

If it weren't for the fact that Obik wasn't a bad guy, Link wouldn't bother talking to him.

As for the young man with a middle-parted hair and who looks very similar to Kun Kun, there is no need to worry about his safety.

After all, Kun is so big that it cannot be contained in one pot.

What's more, Obik had no intention of killing him.

Sure enough, about two and a half minutes later.

In a nearby deserted well, a young man with a middle-parted hair was spit out by the well.

At this time, the young man with a middle part had his hair turned gray, and he even wore overalls, but there were no obvious scars.

A patrolman happened to arrive here and saw the young man with a middle-parted hair lying on the ground. He immediately got out of the car, helped him up, and shouted, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Wake up! Wake up!"

The middle-parted young man was awakened, his face full of horror as he shouted: “Obik, I saw Obik, and there is a pot.”

After saying this, he fainted again.

……

In a dark corner, Obik watched this scene.

Although Obik's legend had grown stronger, he felt no joy in his heart.

He held the pot in his hands, his sight just wide enough to see the town in the distance.

At this time, the place was brightly lit.

What Link said earlier kept echoing in Obik's mind.

"Learn to let go and seek a new life..."

Obike's eyes flickered.

His thoughts seemed to travel through time and return to the lotus pond where he once was. He remembered that quiet village and those familiar faces.

If he continued according to his plan but ultimately failed to achieve his goal, then...