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

Chicken pot, stewed duck, grilled fish, fat lamb rolls, braised pork...

I feel like my stomach is about to vomit.

But the culprit built a shed and ate with gusto in the yard in broad daylight.

"It turned out to be an intolerance to seasonings, it's too miserable for you to be a little bit." In the past two days, the meat has been nourishing, and He Hui felt that he had gained a little weight.

"...I said it all, it has nothing to do with the seasoning."

What matters is the meat!Lord Hehui!

Diandian, who already knew Hehui's name, fell on the ground helplessly, and the ghost's healing power began to operate, but Diandian found that her recovery speed was getting slower and slower, and her hunger was slowly subsiding...

This is not a good thing, he knows it clearly.

Do I want to be the first ghost to be starved to death? QAQ

"A little bit, do you want to try some vegetables?"

He Hui picked up a piece of dried bamboo shoots from the old duck soup and shook it tentatively.

Dian Dian:  …

Dian Dian: "No need."

Mimi sneaks out of the yard at night and will be caught by Lord Hehui. There is no chance to forage for herself, and after being caught, she will be buried under a tree all day like when they first met, and cut herself into pieces at night. Fall apart and let it out...

Just let him be a starving ghost.

By the way, during the nightly "surgery", Hehui gradually adjusted Diandian's appearance.

After the violent plastic surgery, Dian Dian finally looks a lot better. Although she looks like a rickets patient, at least her current appearance is no longer ugly.

"This can not only pinch the face, but also pinch the body..."

The pain was so painful that I couldn't speak.

Is there any ghost power?

Regardless of the half-dead Dian Dian, he had a nice lunch with Hui Meimei.

The tree that was planted on the first day spread its branches freely, covering almost the entire yard.But the sunshine from the gaps between the branches and leaves is hard to guard against, so He Hui deliberately built a wooden shed.

Directing Dian Dian to clean up the dishes, He Hui approached the room.

This wooden house built by myself, except that the exterior is unpainted and too plain, the internal structure is based on He Hui's ideas.

The blond young man tapped the plant locks with layers of rattan, and the rattan moved slowly, like a living knight, opening a door for He Hui.

Stepping into this room, the branches on the window that block the sun quietly separated from the body after the owner's acquiescence.The golden sunlight shines in through the wooden windows, and small dust can be seen floating in the air.

Inside this room are machines that definitely do not belong to this era.

With a silver metal casing and a huge body, to people of this era, it is no different from an unknown monster.

Twin-screw main engine, high-temperature single-layer dryer, low-temperature penetration oven...Multiple machines are connected together and are operating silently.

Here, thanks to Bai Lan, I converted all the electrical appliances in the storage box to be powered by dead fire, which can be used in any place.

Bai Lan is a much better scientist than He Hui, and he has developed many "future products" - after all, he has the memory of a scientific research leader in a parallel world.

Moreover, Bailan's love of eating marshmallows also gave him the attributes of a hamster. He also likes to store these things that he doesn't usually need and carry them with him.

The machine that He Hui took out at the end of the Meiji period is the future 3D printer—together with the culture machine.

The composition of human meat is the same as that of other meat, but the amounts of various elements are different.Originally, Hehui was thinking of breaking down pork and beef, and then recombining them according to the ratio of human and meat, but seeing a little bit of reaction... It can be said that ghosts can't absorb animal cells at all.

So he extracted his own muscle cells——Hehui's cells themselves are extremely vigorous and grow extremely fast. The chemical components and various nutrient solutions that promote rapid growth in ordinary artificial meat projects do not need it. The training cabin is fine.

After they gathered into small muscle lines, they were then perfectly mixed with nutrients such as fat through 3D printing technology using bio-ink, and finally formed...artificial human.meat.

I make my own meat.

This feels weird.

Taking out a large piece of meat from the refrigerator connected to the machine, He Hui walked out of the room.

The branches re-cover the windows and the wooden door, which reintegrates into the wooden wall after the owner leaves.

If He Hui himself was not the creator of the room, and he had just come out of that room, ordinary people would never have imagined that there would be such a room.

Walking out of the gate of the house, He Hui saw that Diandian was conscientiously...washing the dishes.

Alas, this little ghost servant works so hard, he must provide three meals a day.

In fact, according to Hehui's recovery ability, he can recover quickly by just giving him a bite... It's just that he has "turned into a ghost", and ghosts don't have the habit of eating ghosts.

"Dim, I got another piece of meat."

The face of the kid who was washing dishes in the shade of a tree suddenly turned pale.

Just hearing this sentence, he felt his stomach twitching again.

dishwashing

The movement stopped, only the rushing sound of the creek passing through here on the top of the mountain.

Suddenly, a very faint fragrance came... He sniffed it several times to make sure his nose thought it was a fragrance!

What's the matter, the meat Mr. He Hui brings every time, even if those unknown seasonings are removed, the remaining taste is not delicious.

"You wash the dishes first, and then bring over a plate, and I'll fry the beef... er, hamburger meat for you."

Damn, frying people. Pai... Suddenly it feels so scary.

It doesn't require too much cooking skills, just fry a piece of meat until it's cooked, and then sprinkle some salt and black pepper... Although watching Diandian's impatient look, He Hui thinks it's perfectly fine for him to eat it raw.

And Dian Dian finally ate enough meat to satisfy his hunger a week after meeting this devil!

When a person is extremely hungry, he doesn't care whether it is high-end or not, as long as it is edible, it is the supreme delicacy.

It's the same with ghosts, the ghost's body can't accept the animal meat before, but now there is a piece of meat that can be absorbed and can be eaten, and it makes me cry with happiness.

Woohoo, how can there be such delicious meat!

Seeing that Little Gobbled and looked like a human being (although he was not a human being), He Hui felt that this would not work.

After a few mouthfuls, he finished pulling the meat on the plate, staring at the blond young man with staring eyes, and his tail was almost wagging behind him.

Is there a change? Is there a change?

He Hui: ...

I don't know the ghost's feeding interval and Huihuan, but the ghost's "hunting" must be "one" at a time.

Unlike humans, who have three meals a day and one bowl of rice, ghosts have a high probability of eating one meal per person for ten days and a half months.

How is this stomach packed?

Glancing slightly at Diandian's abdomen, Hehui suddenly had the idea of ​​digging and researching.

The inexplicable Yihan suddenly woke up behind him, he took a step back silently, stopped asking for food, and returned to his identity as a little ghost servant.

Watching Diandian start to tidy up, carefully avoiding the sun and heading to the creek to wash the dishes, He Hui realized that this little devil could be saved.

"From now on, I will provide you with accommodation and three meals a day to ensure your safety here."

Three meals, each meal is the meat just now?

In exchange for safety... If the Ghost Killing Squad comes, Master He Hui will also need to avoid three points.

"But you are not allowed to go down the mountain to attack humans again, and concentrate on doing things for me here."

Stretching out his hand, touching the golden shards thrown from the gaps in the branches and leaves, He Hui gazed at the village under Yanshan Mountain.

Diandian who washes the dishes thinks about it

The pros and cons of it, did not answer in the first place.

"By the way, if you refuse, go to the sun immediately."

Dian Dian:  …

Dian Dian: "I promise!"

......

Yanshan in Bunkyo District is super remote to the Central District.

The reason is that besides Yanshan Mountain, there is an insurmountable mountain on the necessary road to the city.

Among the five villages around Yanshan Mountain, except for one village that is far away from Yanshan Mountain and is not named after Yanshan Mountain, the remaining four villages all have the word "Yan" in their names.

For the purpose of sorting out information, when He Hui arrived at the fifth village, he was surprised by the name of this village.

"what is it call!?"

A black-skinned young man with orange hair and a face that didn't look like a native Japanese was carrying a basket on his back. Looking at the surprised expression of the outsider, he repeated:

"Bingsheng Village."

He Hui: ...

Turn your back, take out your phone, click on the screen, and open the positioning.

Hmm... now it's on the edge of Bunkyo District, almost out of the future Tokyo, and this location... is indeed included in the future Namori Town.

"I said you, are you a Westerner?"

The orange-haired guy rolled up his sleeves and looked at He Hui curiously.

The blond young man who took back his phone turned around and glanced at the guy's arm near his shoulder, there was an obvious black and white difference.

It seems that he was originally a white skin, but was abruptly tanned into a black skin.

"That's it."

Russia straddles the two plates of Asia and Europe, and the East and the West occupy both. It is said that Westerners have no problem.

"That's it!" The guy I met by chance on the road and knew that he and He Hui were very talkative, "Actually, I'm also half... half a Westerner? My grandfather is a Westerner."

"..." An ominous premonition.

Don't be super intuitive!

"Which country is your grandfather from?" In the mouth of these villagers, Westerners can be regarded as a general term for foreigners. There are so many countries, it may not be the one I thought... right?

"It seems to be...Italy? Haha, grandpa doesn't often talk about his past, and I don't know much about it."

"..."

Also, you can tell from your accent that your Japanese is your first language.

"By the way, my name is Yoshinobu, Sawada Yoshinobu! What's your name?"

"..."

Wang fried!

He Hui, who was not demented, quickly pulled out a family tree from his mind.

Ieyasu Sawada

Yoshimune Sawada

Yoshinobu Sawada

Sawada Ietsuna

Sawada Iemitsu

Kokichi Sawada

......

Here, Hehui has to complain about the Japanese name of Peng Gelie's first generation.

Tokugawa

Ieyasu was the first general in Edo to subdue barbarians.Due to the fact that the Tokugawa family ruled Japan at that time and the hereditary system of the Tokugawa shogunate, the Europeans who visited Japan at that time always thought that the general was the emperor of Japan.

Peng Lie's first generation Giotto gave himself the name "Ieyasu"...

It is very like a foreigner who came to China and named himself "Yingzheng" and "Li Shimin"; came to Russia and named himself "Ivan" and "Peter"; came to France and named himself "Napoleon"; Named "Caesar", came to America and took the name "Washington"...

That first-generation Amamori——Asari Uzuki, right? Are you a real Japanese? Don’t you tell the first generation how embarrassing this name is!

......

Gangji-kun, come and see, your living great-grandpa.

"Sen Hehui."

"Sen, He Hui?"

Probably because the words were too coherent, Ji Xin couldn't distinguish He Hui's first and last name for a while, so he reconfirmed it again.

"Yes, He Hui."

The blond youth put his arms up and lay his head on his back.

Ji Xin weighed the bamboo basket behind his back, "Hey, it doesn't sound western at all."

"Your grandfather also took a Japanese name, so you have to use a local name in Japan."

"Then, what is your Western name?"

"Katsch Moriskevich Gorenko."

Xiao Jin, I will borrow your full name.

Ji Xin: "..."

Ji Xin: "It's so long."

He Hui glanced at him, but didn't answer the question.

In fact, judging from the number of pronunciations, Japanese names are quite long. It’s just that Japanese people are used to the Japanese syllabary, and the correct pronunciation of foreign names is mostly not in the syllabary, so it will be difficult to remember.

"Your grandfather is from the West, do you have a Western name?" He Hui started another topic.

"Huh?" Ji Xin was stunned for a moment, "No, but... the name "Ji Xin" is enough for me. "

Born in Bingsheng, growing up in Bingsheng, the descendants of Peng Gelie's first generation are here, living endlessly.

"I always feel very kind when I see you. Sure enough, it's because I have Western blood."

It can be seen that during the Meiji period, Jixin was more or less influenced by "Chongxi" and was proud of his blood.

But speaking of kindness...

He Hui: That's because we are related by blood, Mr. Ji Xin.

And counting seniority, this seems to be his ancestor.

"By the way! Let me introduce you, He Hui, to Grandpa! You can have a good chat, maybe you and Grandpa are from the same place..."

Are you Vongola's super intuition so sure he and your grandfather

Grandpa is from the same place... Well, although he is not a pure Italian, there is always a connection with that blood.

......

......

hey, wait.

"Your grandfather is alive?!"

Is the original replacement dead? !

Ji Xin: "...Why do you think my grandpa is dead?"

The orange-haired guy showed a puzzled expression, and then he was relieved, "Well, grandpa is indeed the oldest old man in the village, but he has always been in good health. I think he will live another ten or twenty years without any problem!"

He Hui: ...

Live too long!

Because of the inter-country war, in 1828, after a French soldier raped a Sicilian girl, the unbearable Sicilians began to retaliate wildly. The people attacked every French soldier they met and put forward the slogan: MortoAlFrancica, ItaliaAne ! (The elimination of France is the wish of Italy!)

With this slogan as the center, the Self-Defense Corps assembled together was born.

——and MAFIA is the abbreviation of this slogan.

It is hard to imagine that the gangster organizations that have spread all over the world...the word "MAFIA" in their center was born less than 200 years ago.

The early Mafia was not an organization that represented black violence and blood today, but a group that spontaneously assembled to protect the people.At the same time, in Arabic, "mafia" means "place of refuge".

As a Sicilian citizen, Giotto understood the indignation of the masses. He gathered a group of like-minded young people and established the Vongola Mafia (Self-Defense Regiment). Giotto himself was honored by the future Vongola as Primo.

......

Later, because the Mafia (self-defense regiment) gradually deviated from its original intention and began to march toward the Mafia... The first generation, who was no longer young, handed Peng Lie to the second generation, and chose to leave his hometown and travel across the ocean Settled in a friend's hometown.

And marry a wife and have children here.

The information of Vongola’s first generation was not only kept secret, but also incomplete—in order not to let later generations be as “soft and indecisive” as the first generation, the second generation destroyed all Giotto’s materials at that time, and some of them were not restored until later.

So Hehui doesn't know the exact year of the first generation's birth, but according to Peng Gelie and a series of historical records... If the first generation is alive now, he is almost a hundred years old, right?

He spent his youth in Vongola in Sicily, and came to the Japanese countryside to spend his old age, and... estimated the age of Shimo Jixin, Hehui confirmed that both Giotto and his son were late married and late childbearing model.

"Grandpa, I brought a friend to see you!"

Called back to his senses by Ji Xin's voice, He Hui shook his body.

...Holy shit, why did he follow all the way back?

However, although he is not good to Pengo Li

Feeling, but not too much evil.

If there is a chance for a win-win situation, if he is in a bad mood that day, he may not choose Pengelie... But he will not deliberately make things worse and step on Pengelie.

And only for Giotto, the character of Pengo Lie's first generation.

Because of the age, he really didn't transfer the resentment towards the scumbag father to the first generation of Peng Lie.

To put it bluntly, he has a little respect for Giotto.

After all, during that war, relying on the self-defense regiment to change the pattern of the war... is a feat that can be written into the history books.

"Ji Xin, don't be rash."

He Hui: "..."

Not as inarticulate and vicissitude-stricken as he imagined, the voice was a little higher, and it was completely the voice of a young man.

A man in a kimono opened the door of the house and walked out slowly.

The back is not stooped or stooped, the steps are slow but not procrastinated, and the steps are very steady. It looks like a... When the eyes move up, there seems to be some wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. This face is not what a centenarian should have Look! !

"Oh? Ji Xin, who is this?" The moment he saw He Hui, Giotto had obvious surprise on his face.

"This is a friend I met on the road, He Hui! He is also a Westerner!" Ji Xin enthusiastically introduced the two to each other, "He Hui, this is my grandfather, you...what's wrong with you?"

The blond-haired young man couldn't take back his dead fish eyes, he raised his wrist and pointed at Giotto, "This man without a single gray hair is so energetic that even I believe that he is your brother... Are you sure it is your grandpa?" ?”

Ji Xin laughed: "It's been said that grandpa can live another 20 years, right?"

He Hui was speechless: "Why use 20 years? It's a shame! Just say a hundred years, a hundred years!"

First Generation!More than half of your 100 years have grown in vain!

"It's a compliment, so I'll accept it." Giotto squinted his orange eyes, and his slightly long hair of the same color fluttered in the air. "He's Jixin's friend, come in and have a seat."

With that said, Giotto stepped aside, revealing the door, "Please come in."

He Hui: ...

Suddenly I wanted to refuse, and when I went to Tsunayoshi-kun's house in the future, I would yell, "I didn't even come in when the first generation invited me!"

"Excuse me." Thoughts are thoughts, and the words are very honest.

"Grandpa and Hui, you talk first, I'll put this in the backyard." Ji Xin shook the bamboo basket behind his back, and his feet had already started to walk in place, ready to run to the yard at any time.

"Be careful." Waving his hand, the grandfather who didn't look like a grandfather at all said to his grandson.

He Hui: ...

This guy became a grandfather at the age of 40

Master's face is really against harmony!

"Next, this Mr. Hehui?" Giotto's Japanese has no trace of a foreign accent. If you don't look at his face but only listen to his voice, it's hard for Hehui to imagine that this is a native Sicilian.

"Yes."

He Hui's answer was a bit slow, after all he was a little hesitant...how should he call Giotto.

Calling "Grandpa" like Jixin?

He called his ancestors to change it!Besides, this face...is really not suitable for the title "grandfather".

Then call the name?

Ieyasu is Giotto for Vengley?

None of them are right!

So instead...

"Ciao, the first generation."

This title is most appropriate.

Giotto's expression froze slightly, his orange eyes soaked in Sicilian gunpowder smoke seemed to dim for a moment, and then returned to the warm color of flames.

"passatomoltotempo..."

(It's been a long time since...)

He Hui changed his Sicilian accent calmly, "I didn't come here for Pengo Lie, you can rest assured."

The man with golden-orange hair brought three cups of tea, and then sat behind the small table.

His eyes moved down, watching the tea stem in the cup, "But you need it now, kid."

As the first person to get Pengo Lie's ring, how could he not know the ability of the ring.

The rainbow appears and disappears from time to time

The sea is vast and boundless without knowing the boundaries

Beidai overlaps and is inherited by it

"Nonappartieniaquestopoposto."

You don't belong here.

"Sein turbolenza."

You are in turbulence.

"Devitornareiro."

You have to go back.

"Haibisognodivongole."

You need Vengley.

With four sentences, Ling Hehui fell into silence for a while.

In the past, people in the other world thought that the Povino family made a prop to "travel through the future", but in fact, everyone who should know knows that compared to "swapping with the future self for 5 minutes", "traveling with the future in a parallel world" It is more accurate to say that I exchanged myself for 5 minutes.

Because from the moment the rocket launcher was used for ten years, the future that should have been established has been deflected.

In this world, the cornerstone that truly holds the vertical axis of the world, that is, time-only the Vengley Ring.

Did Katsch use the power of Vongola's ring to send him back in time?

...Improbable, how could Xiao Jin contact Pengo Lie.

In any case, if Hehui wants to return to modern times, he must borrow the Vengley Ring.

Then the problem is coming.

Will Vengley give him the Vengley Ring?

Let's not talk about the hot-tempered Sivnora... After so long, Vongola should be the third or fourth king now.

But no matter who the leader is

, even Jiudaimu, who is the most gentle-tempered, would not agree to use the Vengley Ring in front of a stranger.

There are quite a lot of loot in my box, but they are all Vongola rings from other worlds. A set of Vongola rings corresponds to a set of vertical axes. If I use them casually, I will go astray again.

Even if you get lost and wait for Bai Lan to pick you up, you have to wait at the right time in the parallel world, after all, Bai Lan doesn't have the ability to travel through the past.

Ah, distress.

Laying down on the table as if discouraged, the tea swayed and almost spilled out of the cup.

"How do you know I'm not from this era?"

According to his opening remarks, no matter what, he should think of Sicily.

Giotto smiled slightly and took a sip of his tea.

"You should know why."

He Hui: Well, the first generation even knew that they had Vongola's blood.

"By the way, it might not be enough to change just an ordinary ring." The man with golden orange hair stood up, went to the living room counter and rummaged a few times, and finally took out a container containing blood-red liquid.

"This is a spare from Talbo, it's just for today."

That is the "punishment" of Vongola's "crime" and "punishment", that is, the blood of the first Vongola.

Used to wake up Vongola's Ring.

The blond young man who took the container was stunned, his blue eyes reflecting the dark red in the container on the table.

"......why?"

What's the matter with the sense of sight of getting special props like RPG! ?

"This is because..." "Punishment" was reflected in the green eyes of the young man, and the youth was reflected in Giotto's orange eyes.

"You are very similar to an old friend of mine." He closed his eyes, and his thoughts and soul seemed to drift back to Sicily, his hometown.

......

"I'm going on a business trip." He Hui opened the suitcase he just bought back from the city, and began to organize things.

The kid who was hiding from the sun in the house had question marks all over his face, "A business trip?"

What an unfamiliar word.

"It's just that I want to leave here temporarily, about the time..." He Hui also doesn't know how slow the boats are in this era, but based on Giotto's previous experience, "It will take about a year and a half."

From Japan to Italy, you need to take a boat from Tokyo Port, pass through the Southeast Asian waters, cross the Indian Ocean and then enter the Arabian Sea, and finally come to the Mediterranean Sea and land from Italy.

There are many uncertain factors in the voyage, and the time may be infinitely extended due to unforeseen disasters.

However, the houses on Yanshan Mountain are surrounded by Hehui plants.

The tree, after He Hui gave the order, the branches with Chakra had simple thinking, if there is no familiar breath, they will not be able to branch out.

Therefore, in the eyes of other human ghosts, this is a closed forest, and it is absolutely impossible to enter without guidance.

"I got the refrigerator out of the secret room. There is enough meat in it. Three meals a day, one piece of meat, cooked before eating." In order to make some food, He Huihuan took out a generator and connected it up. 3D printers are really well-intentioned.

After stuffing the last set of clothes, He Hui closed the box, "Then I'm going on a trip, so please take a good look at the house."

Dian Dian: ...Didn't you say you were on a business trip?

"By the way, in order to prevent you from being bored..." The kid ignored the blond youth's out-of-the-box again, "I found you a few eggs to hatch."

Dian Dian:? ? ?

"Goodbye~"

Looking at the nest of eggs as big as his own head, the kid fell silent.

The eggs laid by this giant beast are so big!

......

He Huimei said - to know the customs and customs of various countries, in order to make scene details that are closer to this era.

And it just so happened that the ghost boss who had been forgotten by him also went abroad with the foreign businessman who had seen the blue Bana flower.

This wave is mutual pigeons.

The ghost's time is long and will not be cherished. Even if Yi Wozuo took this promising junior to heart, he never came to see Hehui once.

Ghosts don't need to exchange feelings, even a "close" colleague like Twelve Ghost Moon doesn't have the habit of visiting.

Besides, in just one year, it is really nothing to a ghost with endless lives.

that is......

Staggering, carrying a suitcase, the young man in a suit wearing a tall hat got off the boat with a look of displeasure on his face.

How come the cruise ships at the end of the Meiji period are so shaky!

Coal workers shovel carbon into power furnaces, no flush toilets, the only entertainment is dances, concerts, parties...  

On the cruise to Italy, He Hui's role also changed from a gentleman who would invite ladies to dance to an otaku playing games in a private room.

He even ate many packages of Bailan's marshmallows.

He Hui, who stepped on the ground again, was filled with emotion.

When the cruise ship hit the waves several times, he was so dizzy that he wanted to drive a spaceship to Italy.

It doesn't matter if you fly over by yourself...

After smoothing out the folds of his clothes, the blond youth started his Italian tour.

It is not accurate to say that it was the end of the Meiji period, after all, this is not Japan.

...It should have been "early twentieth century".

At this time, Italy has been unified for less than 40 years, and the cultures of the surrounding countries and regions are still colorful in Italy.

After traveling for a few days, He Hui finally arrived at the Vengley headquarters in Sicily.

The current leader is the fourth generation. According to the collected information, he is a typical Sicilian with a stubbled face.

With He Hui's level, it was a piece of cake to snatch Pengo Lie's ring.

What Giotto probably thinks is: This is a future Vongola bloodline, and the current Vengola will not sit idly by their descendants.

But I'm sorry, He Hui didn't plan to negotiate, he planned to grab it.

Sticking out his tongue and making a grimace that no one could see, the blond youth "attacked" Pengelie's headquarters in the dead of night.

What's a little difficult is that Pengo Li's ring is not a decoration like a "treasure in the town shop", they are put on the leader and the six guardians respectively.

Let He Hui say that it is no problem for him to eat one pack of marshmallows, and seven packs...Although it is not a problem, but his mouth will get tired.

He kindly kept his spoils - the Vongola Ring from another world, and He Hui successfully took away the ring from this world.

Giotto certainly could not have imagined that this future descendant would exchange their rings for "princes for princes".

It's just that when I was recovering the Mist Ring, I encountered a small episode.

"Nufufu... how dare someone make a move against Peng Ge." The original bearded uncle transformed into a slender figure, his clothes changed into an old-fashioned aristocratic outfit, and his face and hairstyle also changed... .It looks more and more like Mr. Husband.

Fuck, is this a bitter husband and his ancestors angry husband!

I accidentally hit my netizen ancestor, what should I do?

After the request for help was released, Hehui gave the answer in his heart——

Before he changes completely, knock him out!

So the fist and the illusion were used together, and the nu husband was hit hard physically and mentally, and fainted.

Pretending to pat his chest, He Hui stroked his left eye that protruded from [[-]].

What, I'm pretty good at it.

Throwing the last ring, He Hui jumped out of the mansion of the fourth generation Wushou.

......

Rumor has it that Wushou of Vengley IV's temperament changed drastically overnight, always thinking that someone was cheating on Vengley and coveting Vengley's ring.

According to people familiar with the matter, Wushou of the fourth generation has been checking the list of Peng Lie's personnel in recent days, and let out a strange "Nufufufu" laugh.

Many Vongola staff thought that Kirishu had fallen into madness, didn't they mean... all illusionists are a little neurotic.

With super intuition, Si Shi chooses to believe in Kiri Shou, and silently joins him.

Big alert.

But they didn't know that the culprit had already left Italy.

......

On the return journey, He Hui did not choose the cruise ship.

He intends to go land.

From Italy—Croatia—Serbia—Romania—Ukraine—Russia... across the Eurasian continent, and finally returned to Japan by boat in the Waninsky District in eastern Russia.

The above return route is based on the modern map of Hehui mobile phone. Some countries were not called by this name in the early 20th century.

Riding the rickety and slow train, listening to the downloaded music on the mobile phone, the blond young man leaned on the seat, looking at the snow outside the glass window with blue eyes.

This train is not direct, not because He Hui doesn't want to do it, but...the track is repaired intermittently, and the distance spanning more than half of the world, he has to turn dozens of times.

Starting from Ukraine, the altitude has been rising all the way. Due to the terrain, there are many places without railways in the middle. Passengers need to rent ox carts from local herdsmen to walk across the snowy road.

But Hehui didn't need it. Even the suitcase he brought from Japan was pawned to cover up his whereabouts. The blond young man carried a simple satchel, ignored the herdsmen's call, and walked into the snow mountain with his mobile phone.

It is now at the junction of Russia and Kazakhstan, and further ahead is Mongolia...

The nearest railway town is not far away, but there is a big mountain in it, which is too high for humans to climb, so humans need to use animals to bypass this mountain to reach the next town.

I learned from a brief communication with the herdsmen just now that there are wild snow lotus flowers on this mountain. From July to September every year, the herdsmen will go up the mountain to pick snow lotus flowers and sell them-this is a famous medicine.

Snow lotus is mostly distributed in the alpine regions of China, and is also distributed in Russia and Kazakhstan.

But now the snow lotus all over the mountains has been listed as an endangered species after a hundred years.

In other words, the herdsman once saw a western businessman who regarded snow lotus as a kind of Bana flower.

He Hui recalled that most of the other shore flowers grow in damp valleys, and most of them grow in China and Japan.

It is not difficult to understand that Western businessmen have never seen these two species at home.