The life of a migrant worker

The food sent by Nura Kobi is a rare food that can make me feel a little bit of taste.

Although it looks strange from the outside, and it tastes a bit cut throat, but overall I still accept it well.

Tong Mo always talked about the idea of ​​'young women are more nutritious' in front of me, but more than once I felt that this group of ghosts who can only eat people are pitiful and stupid.

They say that animals eat grass, people eat animals, and ghosts eat people. The real master of all things is the one who eats people. They want to prove that they are superior to humans.

But if it is said that human beings are generally not cannibalistic, it is because of the constraints of morality and shame that they cannot make such a move.

And ghosts are obviously reckless creatures. It is common sense for the ghosts of the superiors to sunk the subordinates to death at every turn, but why can't they feed on ghosts?

Are you afraid of Ghost Dance Tsuji?Or is it simply too narrow to think of this?

The so-called wealth... Ah no, food and clothing are in danger, I don't eat humans, I eat ghosts, and occasionally I eat something like monsters for a change.

In this way, referring to most ghost theories, animals eat grass, humans eat animals, ghosts eat humans, and I eat ghosts, so the wandering and mochizuki is the real ruler at the top of the world and dominates all things.

It is said to be eating ghosts, but I am not directly eating the flesh and blood of ghosts in a narrow sense.

After all, too many ghosts have let go of their nature and let their appearance develop unrestrainedly after they have changed from human beings to ghosts. The genes of ordinary people can no longer restrain their natural freedom.

It’s okay for ghosts who are willing to come and go in and out of human society from time to time, at least there is still a human frame left, and some live in seclusion in the mountains all year round, just like the sunken dolphins hidden in the bottomless deep sea, they can grow as they please.

It is absolutely impossible to ask me to directly sip it like this. Although I am very full of poison resistance now, I always feel that eating it will cause food poisoning in terms of psychological factors.

Moreover, their meat is actually too dense and hard, so it is probably not delicious.

So I usually slash their necks, insert my fingertips into the arteries and stir them, and absorb the blood bestowed by Oni Wu Tsuji when he converted them into ghosts, so as to fill their stomachs.

Unlike vampires that directly bite the neck of the prey that has not bathed for several days, and do not need to absorb the whole prey with blood and flesh like my kind, I have thought about this method for a long time before putting it into action. It is hygienic and clean. Quick and very poised.

Onimai Tsuji Mukan's newly converted oni are very cute, and they are two children named Shusamaru and Yawaha.

Because she was sent to me shortly after the conversion, the girl named Zhu Shawan was very rebellious at first, proud, and her behavior was very indulgent. So he made up his mind and made up his mind to make progress in the direction of Twelve Ghost Moons.

It is a very ambitious ideal worthy of praise.

But she seemed to feel that she was sent by a respectable person to obey the orders of a ghost like me who has no numbers in her eyes, and she felt that she was underestimated by others, and there was a very unconvinced attitude in her behavior.

But after being repaired, he became very obedient and cute, running up and down to help me with various things, and actively ran over to ask me for praise, like a well-behaved golden gradient cat.

Yabaha winks more than Susamaru, and because of his steady personality, it is much more reassuring to ask him to help with things than to hand over to Susamaru. Besides, he is somewhat of a cleanliness factor, hardworking and industrious, He volunteered to help me clean the house without asking for a word.

So does Ghost Mai Tsuji know that I feed on ghosts?I should have known it, but I just turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it, otherwise I wouldn't have suddenly sent Yawaha and Zhushamaru to me.

These two ghosts were sent to me by Gui Wu Tsuji Wuyong without knowing it, thinking that they had won the appreciation of the ghost king, but they didn't know that they were just little pets who could die at a moment's notice.

I didn't eat them, one is because Mitake-san's housework is too tiring to do by myself, and the other is to let them play a role in food storage and the like.

Zhu Sawan really brought me a lot of fun.

The character of a child has a trace of natural cruelty, which is similar to but completely different from when facing the fallen concubine.

I'm afraid she doesn't understand what is right and wrong. Even if I have been repaired several times and restrained, it is only because of my awe of me, the 'parent'.

If you are encouraged, do it well, and if you are reprimanded, you will cringe. Children don't know good and evil, and they don't have empathy for poor things. They will wave at plants and small animals with sticks and catch insects. It even takes pleasure in twisting off wings and limbs.

When I came back from looking for food, Zhu Samaru happened to help me move the useless reagents to the attic.

She has always been reckless, so she always suffers from it.The last time I smashed the solvent containing wisteria flower poison, I even reached out to wipe it carelessly, and as a result, more than half of my hand was melted off, and then washed with clean water for more than half an hour before it grew back again.

This poison is very poisonous.

I have lived in Butterfly House for two years, and I am used to watching Butterfly Ninja dispensing poison, and I know a lot about its pharmacology.

After that, the boss of Wu Mi did not agree to let me study abroad, but let me receive a notice from Tokyo Imperial University School of Medicine.

When I said that I have no medical knowledge at all and no talent for studying medicine, the boss Wu Mi said at the time: "I am looking forward to what you can do to help me. I believe in you, Mochizuki."

The implication is that he doesn't want me to think, as long as he finds it useful.

The reason for configuring this kind of thing is partly because when I go out to look for food, I hope that the prey can struggle less, so that I can pack some and store it at home. drug resistance.

I'm a novice who has just become a ghost, and I can't match the terrifying life force accumulated over thousands of years by Oni Wu Tsuji. I can only reduce my weaknesses step by step, so as not to make mistakes in trivial details.

I asked Yawaha to cut down most of the other camphor trees and weeping cherry locust trees in the courtyard, and picked new peach trees again. Seeing that they survived, they began to take out new shoots in the spring breeze.

Zhu Samaru's head popped out from behind the tiles, and I stuffed the packed food behind me as if nothing had happened.

She had finished her work and ran over excitedly to ask me for a compliment, but when she saw me avoiding her like this, she frowned suspiciously: "My lord, what are you eating?"

I said, "Nothing."

She clasped her hands on the wall and tried to stand on tiptoe on the big tree in the yard next door, trying to lean up and look back: "What is that part behind you? Don't you want to eat thin blood behind my back? Is it delicious?"

Zhu Shawan tried her best to sniff the air, but she didn't smell the bloody smell of human beings as she wished, but she still couldn't reach Huang He's heart, and wanted to ask me something: "I've been here for so long, and I haven't even seen what I said." What did you take the initiative to eat——by the way, where is Yawaha? Did he go somewhere to be lazy, and I haven’t seen him since just now.”

Having said that, she saw the uncovered corner of the dark green kimono behind me, and immediately shut her mouth as if seeing something she shouldn't have seen.

"Master Mochizuki... what are you eating?"

Zhu Shamaru's pale face but pretending to be calm is really cute, and the way he insists on asking the bottom line is also very interesting.

Things have turned to such a point that it has completely turned into a thrilling horror story.

So I reached out and wiped off the blood on my hands on the corner of my clothes behind me, and poked the corpse behind me as if nothing had happened. The air-dried corpse lost its blood and vitality, and immediately turned into pieces of fly ash and disappeared in the air. Exhausted.

Then I took the initiative to turn sideways, showing my empty backside to Zhu Shawan, smiling and spreading my hands to her, and said leisurely: "There is really nothing."

Zhu Shawan's face immediately turned pale, and tears filled his eyes.

Seeing that the fly ash was about to return to the land with the breeze, Zhu Shawan with orange hair tail ran towards me like a cat with tears in his eyes, desperately trying to hold those gray pieces in his hands: " Yawaha! Yawaha!"

I didn't explain, I just sat there with my hands on my head, watching her cry bitterly.I didn't remind her at all that if I was the rice killer who ate Yawaha, I would soon eat the Shusamaru that came to my door too.

Zhu Shawan's ashen-hearted appearance kept shedding tears, which made me suspect that her blood ghost technique was not directly related to the ball but directly related to water.

I indulged her in crying until Yawaha, who had cleaned up the entire backyard because of her cleanliness attack, came back to report to work, and watched my good friend with a bad head hold a handful of white ashes, and put things all over the floor and clothes Yes, she was still crying and calling his name like a mourner, and couldn't bear it anymore and slapped her on the head with a broom.

"Are you a pig? Zhu Shawan! Why do you roll around in the pit like a wild boar all day long, getting dirty all over your body!"

"No way! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows

"Master Wangyue, where is it my turn to die?"

"It's because Wang Yue is here that I worry about you!"

Zhu Samaru is really silly and funny.

Yabaha scolded her every time, and said that she really didn't know why she was so stupid and lived such a happy life all day long.

But I don't think it matters.

Because Zhu Sawan really brought a lot of joy to my life.

Because this is probably the first time that no matter what nonsense I say, someone will listen to it sincerely, and they will believe it all.

I lied to her that Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro was my blood ghost technique.

"Look, Zhu Shamaru, isn't Lord Black Death Mou of Kamizuru a sword ghost? His sword can differentiate into many strange-shaped blades, right? Your Mochizuki-sama, I am also a very capable swordsman, so I Is it normal that your sword can take human form?"

Zhu Shamaru is still a fool who can infer other things from one instance, and she also asked me if the Nuliang carp companion who appeared on Mitake Mountain is also my blood ghost technique.

I suppressed a smile and said to her: "No, he is a little cook who is here to improve my meals."