Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

After noon, the business of the barbecue restaurant begins. Baye had no choice but to put away the scroll and walked out of the store in confusion under the confused eyes of the clerk.

It’s hard to start a business. Barbecue is so expensive. I won’t eat ramen.

Ichiraku ramen is good, good quality and reasonably priced and still filling~

Carrying the scroll, Baye adjusted his mentality and prepared to go home and work. There was a very fragrant smell from a scone shop on the street. He thought about it and bought a dozen at once.

As expected, those villagers were still there in the morning, and they probably had never left. Ba Ye handed them the scones one by one, and immediately received another wave of gratitude.

But it seemed that he had bought too much, so he had to put the remaining ones back into the back room, and then wrote a recruitment notice and posted it outside the door. Then he sat down in the room opposite and officially started to receive customers.

The first person who came in was an aunt who wanted to speak to her dead son in person. But Baye doesn’t dare to take the old man’s soul to the underworld with him. What if he can’t come back?

After all the hard talk, the old man finally understood that he could only convey a few words back and forth. Then she rambled on to Ba Ye for nearly ten minutes, which made him stupid.

Madam, did you misunderstand a few words?

Yesterday's guests must have promoted Baye, and those who came today basically know the requirements for psychics. The old man brought a shovel with him, saying it was the tool his son used when he went out to work.

Baye held the shovel in his left hand and activated the key to the underworld with his right hand, entering the underworld again.

The channeling went very smoothly this time, and Baye almost appeared directly next to the target. After the shovel brought the man back to his senses, he spoke.

"Horijiro, your mother asked me to ask you, are you satisfied with the food here?"

"Will the underworld be cold?"

"Has anyone bullied you?"

“Don’t always stay up late”

"how is your day"

"Hu Ke exhausted me to death"

For more than four minutes, Ba Ye shouted out this long series of greetings without stopping. If his soul hadn't stopped breathing, he would have suffocated himself to death.

There were only ten seconds left in the channeling time, but Horijiro's face was dull and he didn't react at all. He just followed the wandering spirit team forward.

Baye was anxious and thought to himself, you should hurry up and say it. If you keep going like this, it will be timed out. I don’t have any arrears here. I’ll just hang up on you, okay?

Finally, there were only the last five seconds left. Yayoi had already thought about it in his mind, and was about to go back and say something nice to make the aunt happy, but Kazujiro suddenly burst into tears.

"Mom, I was wrong"

"I shouldn't have gone outside the village to dig cables, otherwise I wouldn't have encountered Kyuubi."

"Sorry mom"

Hey, is this Captain Uchiha of the Konoha Guard?

Yes, that's right, the criminal who dug the cables has been found. But he has died. Can you please come to the underworld to arrest him?

Amidst Horijiro's sad confessions, Yashiro returned to the opposite side. Facing the expectant eyes of an old mother, the last thing he said was his own draft.

"Your son is living a good life there. He told you not to worry."

After sending away the crying and laughing aunt, Baye felt very unhappy. But now is not the time to sigh, there are still five guests behind, so seize the time to pick your feet and get down to business. But I always feel like something is not right

It wasn't until the next customer paid and left that he realized that Madam Nima didn't pay.

Forget it, being a mother is not easy, so just treat it as free assistance.

It was already around seven o'clock in the evening when the last guest was sent away. Yashiya rubbed her feet for a while and got up to go out to eat ramen.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw a silver-haired child with his back to the door, sitting outside the entrance of his home, holding his shoulders as if he was cold.

In a hurry to eat noodles, he didn't take a closer look. He just reminded him when he was leaving: "Hello, if you want to be psychic, please come back tomorrow."

The boy suddenly jumped up and almost hit eight