The daily life of the young master of the port Mafia Buddhist system

The big piece of furniture is definitely not something that He Hui can take back with his hands.

So at this time, the black technology of a hundred years later needs to appear - the storage box!

Except for the last two paintings I bought, all other items were put into the box under the cover of illusion.

The oil painting was wrapped in paper and carried on his back, and the blond young man in a suit headed towards the mountains.

By the way, He Huihuan had a good taste of the food from a hundred years ago.

Japan at the end of the Meiji period was introduced to a lot of food by the West, and because the Japanese were proud of the Western style, even though many parts of the Western food at that time did not meet the tastes of the Japanese locals - red wine, bread, butter, steak... ...It always takes a period of adaptation, decades of eating habits are not so easy to accept.

But for the sake of the so-called face... In order to show their "elegant taste", the Japanese in suits in the restaurant will endure the discomfort of their stomachs and praise these Western-style foods.

It wasn't until the Taisho and Showa periods that the worship of Western style gradually faded away, and Japanese people gradually began to "process and add ingredients" to Western food to make Western food that suits Japanese tastes.

Therefore, most of the western restaurants at this time are [really] authentic western food.

He Hui didn't know the true thoughts of those well-dressed locals. Anyway, he enjoyed these pure western food.

After eating and drinking, Hehui returned...to Yanshan, the place where he will settle down in the future.

Just one day passed, and the tree with the wooden chakra seemed to have been raised a lot. Standing under the tree and looking up, He Hui could hardly see the top.

As the tree grows taller, its rhizomes must be more developed.

The little ghost who was originally bound by extra vines was now wrapped airtight by the thick roots of the big tree that penetrated deep into the ground.

Ahhh, the savior is about to suffocate!

"Dian Dian, are you down there?"

Stepping on the small slope, He Hui called for his free ghost servant.

It's completely sealed, and the ghost who can't breathe air can't speak.

Really speechless.

He could only move his fingers with difficulty, trying to loosen the soil and attract the attention of outsiders...

How embarrassing to be reduced to asking for help from humans!

The soil is a little tight.

He Hui stepped on the ground to feel the hardness of the soil. Unexpectedly, after a day of precipitation, the little soil cave became much harder.

Tree: This is all my credit.

The blond-haired young man snapped his fingers, and it took him a long time to finally figure out the position of his fingers.

"Water Escape · Water Shock Wave."

Tree:! ! !

ghost:? ? ?

Suddenly a pulling force was pushed away from the crushed soil on the body, and then there was a cool touch, but the second the brain received the "cool" signal, the torrent scraped past the skin!

The ghost felt that he should not be in the soil, but in the execution ground.

After the molted water tunnel rushed past the ghost, if it weren't for the tree roots coiling around him, the ghost would have almost washed away even its underwear.

"Earth escape, river wall."

Seeing the water rushing down in response to the force of gravity, He Hui unhurriedly built a trail around the water flow, simulating it as spring water flowing down from a mountain.

Well, when the time comes, put an ice shield on the top of the mountain, put a big ice cube, and there will be a "natural" clear spring.

And this ninjutsu of building clear springs and river walls can be called "high mountains and flowing water jutsu".

Literally, without meaning.

Suddenly exposed to the air, the ghost reacted quickly after a moment of sobriety.

This bright...the sun hasn't quite set yet!

There is only a small tree nearby for shade, so he is afraid he will be sunburned to death, right?

Don't ah ah ah!

However, before he could show his mournful face, a face that he hated most in ghost life appeared.

"Come on, can't you come out?"

ghost:! ! !

Try it yourself, it's strange to be surrounded by so many roots!

Huh?

After complaining in my heart, I realized that I didn't change into ashes.

The ghost blinked, turned its neck ninety degrees, and glanced up.

The towering tree whose top cannot be seen spreads its dense branches and leaves, completely covering this area, and no sunlight can penetrate.

call--

A false alarm.

The startled ghost looked at the human angrily, and began to think about how to answer the human's question tactfully.

If he dared to directly speak out the psychological description just now, he might be in the sun of today.

Continuing to move with difficulty, the ghost tried its best to show the gap between its body and the roots of the big tree.

Look, I can't get out at all! ! !

The blond young man tilted his head, and his long hair recently covered half of his left eye, "I'll tell you, can't you tear yourself apart, come out and put it back together again?"

ghost:......

This human being, you are really a ghost for a ghost.

"Ah!" He Hui nodded, "Could it be that you can't do it yourself? It's okay, I'll help you!"

ghost:? ? ?

"Don't be afraid, just click, my skills are super good." He has treated so many ninjas, but he has a wealth of experience in using knives!

Gather chakra in the hands, wild chakra surgery

The knife appeared.

ghost:! ! !

He quickly cut open the ghost's meridians and muscles, and He Hui successfully tore the ghost apart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

......

Until the manor at the original place was almost built, the ghosts who had been torn apart by... hadn't recovered.

The cross-section of such a large wound, thanks to Chakra's acupoints, hardly a drop of blood flowed out, and the kid watched in a daze as the human pulled out his broken body and put himself back together like a puzzle.

——If it's not a sewing doll, he doesn't have any sewing at all!

If it weren't for the bursts of pain on the section, the ghost would have thought he was dreaming.

Are ghosts dreaming?

When the ghost continued to wander and suspect the ghost was born, He Hui had already arranged the new house. At this time, the sun had already set, so he used his dead energy to light up the remodeled electric lamp.

that is......

With the open door, He Hui frowned and looked at the porcelain covered with disgusting fish scales.

He didn't buy this thing!

Pieces of fish scales are arranged on the porcelain, and people who are afraid of it will definitely get sick when they see it.

Even if there is no secret horror...ordinary people would not accept such an aesthetic.

Glancing at the dumbfounded Dian Dian, He Hui gave this thing a definition.

"I'm afraid it's an ugly ghost who thinks this thing looks good."

But disgusted, disgusted, curiosity came up instead.

The blond young man stretched out a finger, and touched the pot very aggressively.

If the teammates in the reincarnation space are here, they will definitely cry to death!

Most of the time, they are almost finishing the main storyline, and these two crooked nuts will touch the side missions of SSS level through unknown methods.

And the touch from the fingertips made He Hui even more disgusted.

Hey, it seems to be stained with some kind of slime... Slippery and sticky, not cold and silky like porcelain at all.

It's like...covering real fish scales on porcelain.

Swish!

A dark-colored octopus tentacles swiftly protruded from the mouth of the pot, heading straight for Hehui's facade, and Hehui slapped it reflexively.

He Hui: ...

He Hui: "What the hell?"

The pink octopus had several suckers hanging from the bottom of its tentacles, and it trembled on the ground after being beaten, as if breathing rapidly before death.

And its volume... According to the scientific principle of conservation of matter, it is absolutely impossible to fit into a small pot.

slap.

The buzzing Chakra scalpel cut off the octopus' tentacles, and the pink tentacles fluttered on the ground a few times, completely motionless.

The flesh-colored cut surface at the mouth of the pot shrank back, and then, the entire pot

It vibrated, and suddenly three larger and thicker tentacles sprang out.

hum, hum, hum!

All three tentacles rushed to the street.

The tentacles that were not completely "dead" were wriggling on the ground, and their bodies were stained with land dust, making them dirty.

He Hui, who originally thought that he could add seafood to his meal, immediately dismissed the idea.

After two failed assassinations, the small pot must have gotten angry. It vibrated more and more violently, and finally shot out dozens of tentacles of an octopus half a meter thick.

The blond-haired young man finally faded away from his nausea, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Is this... infinite tentacles?

Seafood restaurants will love this pot, right?

......

After cutting off nearly a hundred octopus tentacles, big-eyed goldfish, venom-spraying catfish, and various unknown marine creatures, the pot spoke.

Speak! ! !

He Hui looked in shock at Dian Dian who had regained his sanity and was overwhelmed by the seafood in the yard.

I thought it was unbelievable that there are four different creatures in this world who can talk, but now even a pot can spray seafood and talk!

"Human beings, get ready to die." The voice was very hoarse and unpleasant, but compared to tone and words, He Hui's interest was entirely in [speaking].

"That's right. In Japan, Fusangshen can even appear in tea bowls, just a pot...Although it's ugly to death, it's possible..."

"Your eyeballs are rotten! How ugly is my pot!?"

A strange species with yellow eyes on the mouth and green mouth on the eyes came out of the pot. I don’t know how his big head passed through the small mouth of the pot. The purple fin on the top of the head is like a rooster’s comb Like, erected high.

He Hui: ...

He Hui:! ! !

Ahhhhh his eyes! ! !

Even though he has seen all kinds of strange alien shapes in the mission of Samsara Space, He Hui must admit: the hot eyes of this thing can be ranked on the list of ugliness in his heart!

It's true that good-looking skins are the same, and ugly shapes are all kinds of strange things.

The bright orange flame swept across the sky in an instant, and the seafood in the yard was directly burnt to charcoal. Yuhuhuan twitched from the severe pain without saying a second reprimand!

Death's tongue was licking at him, but he couldn't shake it off. Even if he reacted immediately and protected himself with hard scales, it didn't work, because the flames had already penetrated into his penis and internal organs!

It was too late to even withdraw his body, Yuhu's body was already scorching stiff, he couldn't control it and couldn't move, so he could only watch the flame spread throughout his body little by little in a daze, and finally burned him to death.

Why... what's going on?

Before he died, he couldn't figure it out. The ghost who had been undefeated for more than 100 years was defeated by a fire like this?

——Master Wu Mi...help me...

In the end, Yuhu could only helplessly pray to his gods and his beliefs in his mind...

......

"Master Mountain God got angry again last night?"

"Yes, yes, that fire is always bright in the dark night."

The author has something to say: Shangxianwu, rushing to the street

Cause of death: Ugly