The life of a migrant worker

I have no shortage of swords in my hand, but the swords in my hands don't stay long.

After all, no matter how refined the famous swords and knives are, they are inevitably made of iron, steel and other materials. If they are left unattended or not cared for after use, the cutting edge will quickly become blunt and rust.

Clove oil, talcum powder, wipes, oilcloth.

A careless person like me is really not qualified for such a cautious job.

So even when I worked for others, even if I actually lived a wealthy life, I felt extra terrified when those swords and swords with some origins were handed over to me.

An unknown person like me is probably not worthy of owning such a good sword. Their former owners either had great power and enviable prestige, or were people with lofty ideals who were recorded in history. No matter how bad they are, they should be displayed in the exhibition hall For people to look up to, how can I be reduced to dust on the shelf of a tired and lazy person like me.

So in my hands, it won't be long before I take it out and sell it for money in exchange for food.

Even very ordinary swords will probably find a good home for them before I ruin them into scraps of copper.

I can never keep anything around me.

I have never been taught how to cherish the things I value, so I can only watch them flow through my fingertips like water.

My sun wheel knife was left in the butterfly house.

Although it is said to be 'my sun wheel knife', it has never changed color due to my breathing method, as if it is just a tool for me to kill ghosts, and it has no special sense of belonging when used with other swords. On the contrary, he often ran out several ways because he sent it back to Iron Tsukaka for repairs, and was threatened by him with a knife.

A man like me can use any sword.

I don't have the dignity and faith of a swordsman. I have to say it. The only regret is that I have never tried Steelzuka Hotaru's kitchen knife, which is called the highest work. It cuts iron like mud. How sharp is it? to what extent.

My original intention was to release Yamabagiri Kunihiro after he recovers.

It's a pity that this child has nowhere to go, so I can only let him stay by my side temporarily.

Why did he become Fusangshen, why did he appear on Mitake Mountain, and why did he have various wounds on his body.

He kept silent about his past, and when necessary, he was even more taciturn than Tomioka Yoshiyuki, and said in self-deprecation that it was okay to be tattered, and it was okay to leave wounds.

It makes people feel that they can't be put aside and ignored, and they can only cheer up and take care of them from time to time.

This is also the first time in the past 20 years that I have studied the maintenance of swords and Fusangshen so seriously.

I carried Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro with me, and I added the Water God Kiri Kanemitsu who came rushing over from someone else, which caused Tong Mo to look sideways at me frequently: "Your Majesty Mochizuki is actually carrying two swords? Is it a two-sword style? It's too powerful Already!"

Tong Mo's innocent smile also caused Yiwozuo to look sideways at him, and he glanced at Tong Mo's hand on his shoulder indifferently: "Listen to what kind of pig talk are you talking about? Two days First-class is a double-sword style, but it won’t be the case if you read more books.”

It seems that Your Excellency Yiwozuo and I came down after the fight and secretly did our homework.

I was actually quite touched by being so taken seriously.

Even when he scolded Tong Mo for talking like a pig, he also spared himself who could understand the pig's language, and what I wore was not two Taidaos but two Taidaos.

But if you talk less or have a high school diploma, you won't be bullied like this repeatedly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was revealed that he was an old man, Tong Mo.

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Tong Mo and I are very free, Yiwozuo still has the idea of ​​continuous cultivation in order to become stronger, Your Excellency Heixinmou has the spirit of studying kendo, and the other masters also have their own things to do every day.

It's just me and Tong Mo, who don't want to become stronger, don't want to practice swords, and don't want to have any other fun.

After I was on vacation, I just had nothing to do to get moldy. I watched Wu Mi's boss messing with his bottles and jars, and Tong Mo just ran over to find me.

One has not been assigned any work indicators because he is still in the newcomer induction period, and the other has either completed the annual KPI or doesn't care about the boss's reprimand at all.

The two of us are the most idle guys in the entire Twelve Ghost Moon Co., Ltd.

Perhaps the passive sabotage of work did not know which fragile and sensitive nerve of my boss was touched. As the sound of the pipa girl plucking the strings sounded, Tong Mo and I were thrown out of Infinity City without mercy. Tsuji Wumi's cold and harsh tone rang in his ears: "Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. Go and see how Tired is doing."

Tired is a name that I have no impression of in my memory. Tong Mo said that this ghost is the last quarter of the twelve ghost months.

When I joined the job at that time, I just glanced at Xia Xian in Twelve Ghost Moon. Even Xiang Kai rolled his eyes curiously because of the manuscript. Care and send hang.

Maybe I haven't visited all the lower strings in numerical order, and these lower strings will be rearranged again because of the intervention of the ghost killing team.

"You can't think like this, Your Excellency Mochizuki." After I told Tong Mo my thoughts truthfully, the young man soon smiled inscrutablely, and said to me in a brisk and casual tone, "No Your Excellency treats the fifth of the lower strings completely differently from the other lower strings."

"Master Wu Mi dotes on this child very much, just like he loves His Excellency Yiwozuo."

When he said this, Tong Mo covered half of his face with a fan, and winked at me lightly, as if he was talking about the leader's shady gossip: "It's obviously just an ordinary down-string, but let Master Wu Mi come here What a very special ghost that set a precedent for allowing collective life!"

The base of Xiaxianwu is in Natian Spider Mountain.

As the name suggests, the mountain is a happy nest of spiders and spider ghosts. The moonlight shines on the white spider silk, as if entering a coiled silk hole written in a ghost novel.

The last five is a very young boy.

Some ghosts will grow in the direction of animals and aliens with the development of power, while others will choose to maintain their human appearance.Except for the act of disguising himself like Onimai Tsuji, no one would take the initiative to develop into a child's mentality—unless he was like this when he was alive.

So Xia Xianwu is such a young man who was turned into a ghost by Oni Wu Tsuji when he was a child.

In the Spider Mountain of Natian lived a family of ghosts led by him. They were obviously ghosts gathered from all directions, but they had a very similar appearance to Xia Xianwu.

Eyes like sapphires, long white hair, and round lines like red plums on his face.

Father, mother, elder brother, sister, younger brother.

In the dilapidated house, there are thick spider webs on the door hinges, and the night dew hangs.

A lamp is like a bean, on the long dusty old wooden table, there are broken tableware and empty teacups.

This place is comparable to the Ontake Mountain house that I had no one to take care of, and the atmosphere is even weirder.

Obviously a frightened and divided group, but they want to look like a family pretending to be happy.

Those ghosts trembled in front of me and Tong Mo, because we didn't speak, so we didn't dare to act rashly and stay at the table.

Xiaxianwu was wearing a plain kimono, and the white clothes made his body even thinner.

However, he was sitting among his family members who were like wine in his own house, surrounded by us and playing the 'game' of visiting guests, and he looked quite content.

I don't understand why anyone would dream of such a thing as a family bond.

Just as I never longed for a family.

But if it is a human being, they cannot escape the fate of starting a family.

After the accident at home, I escaped from there in one breath, not because my life was unsustainable and there was no food to eat, but more because of the uncivilized atmosphere of the town——

If a woman cannot depend on others, she will probably never be able to live alone.

I just hated this kind of thing for no reason. When my parents left and the clansmen talked about the future, I raised my eyes blankly to explain that I had no such plan, but everyone laughed at my stupidity.

"Mochizuki! You are still too young!"

I hate cruel adults, I don't like crying babies, but I'm more afraid of women who are pregnant in October.

I think they are fragile and need to be cared for. With a slight touch, their chubby abdomen will burst open like a ripe watermelon, and a monster that absorbs the life force of the mother will burst out of it.

Probably because the child is the continuation of the mother's life.

The mother sacrificed everything for it, so the child must live according to the will of the parents.

When I was young, I was always indignant because of the fate of being underestimated, but now I feel deep sorrow because of my own powerlessness.The starting point of my life is the starting point of all tragedies, like an invisible net, weaving the trajectory of my failure early in the morning.

My family is a disaster.

They instilled all kinds of ideas into my body. I was like a defective product born in a kiln. After being broken, I used glue to force the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor together.

I was fooled and pursued the opposite purpose, like a hamster that was put into a wheel and kept running, a donkey with a radish hanging in front of it, always being spurred to run forward, hungry and exhausted, But never reach the goal.

They make me and destroy me at the same time.

Tong Mo said, "It's so pitiful."

He turned his head to my ear and whispered to me.

"Because Mr. Lei was weak and sick when he was young, so that adult had empathy? It's a pity that he was so favored by nature...but he still gave his blood to others to play this kind of housekeeping game for so many years. The strength has not improved."

There was a kind of compassion born from the heart on his face, and his glazed eyes were so moist that he was about to shed tears: "Even if it's in a remote corner, I'm afraid I won't live long..."

I put my arm between me and Tong Mo, skillfully rejecting his intimacy without any sense of distance.Tong Mo's tears came and went quickly, and soon he found something interesting again, proposed a game of pretending to be a tired family member, and invited me to join it.

"Let me be the tired brother!" He said enthusiastically, "Who do you want to be, Mr. Mochizuki? Brother? Sister? Or younger brother?——Although you look older than Mr. You seem to be the youngest here, huh?"

I'm tired of his hypocrisy that is always pitiful.

Tong Mo always thinks that other people are very pitiful, so who will pity him?

Tong Mo and I are not pitied by anyone, because we are not worthy of pity.

Anyway, in the end, I will be shamelessly assigned an identity. It is better to take the initiative than to be taken advantage of, so I drank the water in the cup and calmly said to Tong Mo: "Then let me be your ancestor."