The life of a migrant worker

Yawahae and Zhushamaru are dead, in the process of being sent to hunt down the ghost hunter.

The two of them live with me in Mitake Mountain, and I have already regarded them as my private property along with every plant and tree here. Also gave birth to a little bit of friendship.

I'm afraid this is a warning from Ghost Mai Tsuji.

Although he pardoned me, it doesn't mean he tolerated my behavior like this.

Although it may not be Wu Mi's original intention to let them die so quickly, Yawaha and the others are indeed useless.

Yawayu and Zhushamaru live under my protection, so I naturally know how much they are. Yawayu's blood ghost technique may have some meaning, but Zhushawan is always impulsive.

After all, the original positioning was something like food reserves, but I didn't expect that they lost their lives so easily before I had the idea of ​​drinking their blood.

As the saying goes, "A person who is all over the body is not a silkworm farmer", I, a rice cook who works hard to feed my own pigs, have never tasted a bite of my own pork.

It's just that the vegetation on Mitake Mountain grows very fast, and the rattan and weeds spreading on the stone road are not taken care of by anyone, and when I go home, the kitten with golden gradient hair runs over enthusiastically, and the dog is as enthusiastic. Sticking to me, I asked where I went.

I don't like doing housework very much.

In fact, I also feel that there is no need to do some housework. In the huge house, the corridors and floors are stacked on top of each other. You have to bend down to clean them. When the wind and rain blow and the weather is sunny, the pages of books and dead branches in the courtyard are always not cleaned. The vegetation grows itself. It's boundless, just let it develop.

After entering the room, Yamabasaki Kunihiro helped me sort out the scattered letters that piled up in the entire Japanese room.

I took a single sip, looking at the cloudy weather outside the house, the dawn was breaking, but I didn't feel sleepy at the moment.

I asked Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro to help me find an umbrella, and when the young man stood up, he stopped, who was about to take out the old paper crumpled up in his arms: "There's no need to pack it up."

Throwing the latest letter sent to me by Nuliang Kaihan into the pile of old books, I said to him: "We will not come back, and we will not live here."

When I was leaving, I passed the old well in the garden. Aju, who was drowned, still lived there, counting the number of dishes in a resentful tone of "one, two, two". She was slandered and stolen by the wife of a general in the Heian period. After destroying the utensils in the mansion and turning them into resentment, he didn't harm anyone, he just counted the dishes tirelessly in the well and made a sound to disturb people's dreams.

I threw a stone into the well in front of Kiri Kunihiro, and reminded this stupid woman who had counted countless nights and couldn't count ten: "Two and two mean the same thing. Of course the number is only nine!"

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In the past two years, I have not found nothing except looking around for some weird things to taste.

It was a young man with a Mohawk hair. When I was out looking for food, I met this tough guy who was not afraid of death, so I rescued him right away.

This is not the first time I have saved someone. Most of the people I met have an attitude towards their own savior, which is usually not as bad as Immortal Kawasami.It's a pity that the boy's originally calm face became bad instantly after seeing my natural behavior of avoiding the sun at dawn.

So in order to stop his noisy behavior, I stretched out my head and beat him up, not wanting to waste my tongue.

Probably because the people around me are usually stubborn, I have always mastered the skill of calming down and communicating with dead-headed guys.

There is nothing that cannot be calmed down after a beating. If there is, then the next beating is not hard enough.

I may still be hesitant about soft girls, but playing a rebellious teenager at the age of thirteen or fourteen can't make me feel guilty.Anyway, young people of this age are in good health, and they are at their most resilient. After a few days of beating and lying down, they will be able to recover as before.

Besides, as an absolute high-ranking ghost, I am particularly sensitive to the aura of the surrounding people that is different from ordinary people. This young man does not have a purely human smell, but an ominous aura like a ghost is mixed in his flesh and blood.

I really don't know what kind of method he used to lead to the current situation. The ghost part did not devour the rational part of the human part. On the contrary, the two are like a precarious tall building that still stands. , at a level of fragility and peace.

But where did he get the blood of Boss Wu Mi?Is he like me, like to try to eat all kinds of things that have not been eaten before?

The human body is very weak, and it is not good for the stomach to be rotten and the intestines to be worn out.

When I met his face before, I felt a little familiar, but because of the completely different hair color between the two, I didn't take it to heart, but after knowing his surname, everything can be traced.

No wonder such a desperate style of play is also a temper that does not listen to others. The two are really first-class and very well-matched brothers.I just don't know why the immortal Kawasami is clearly the pillar, but he wants to let his brother fool around outside.

I said to him, "I'll teach you how to breathe."

Immortal Chuan Xuanya immediately stopped struggling for his own dream.

That's right, ghosts can still use breathing techniques even if they abandon their human identity.

After all, it is the sun wheel knife, orangutan scarlet iron and ore that absorbs the sun's brilliance, that harms the ghost, not the breathing method that simply strengthens the heart and lungs and increases strength.

During such a period of time, I left behind the breathing method I had learned and forgot everything, but every time I saw Hei Simou wielding a sword, the knowledge that I had not grasped at all was always lost one after another. Memory popped up.

I'll start with Breath of the Wind first. Although Undead Kawa Minya always thinks I'm ashamed and won't let me use it in front of him, but in terms of selfishness, I still hope to see these brothers fighting side by side.

Immortal Chuan Xuanya didn't learn it. At first I thought it was not a big problem.

Different breathing methods have different suitability for everyone, as long as Immortal Chuan Xuanya finds the one that suits him best.

It took me a total of three weeks to let him learn from the most accessible technique, the breath of water, to the remaining three basic schools and other derived breaths. In the end, he did not choose the breath of flowers or the breath of insects. At the risk of being approached by the hacker Mou for copyright protection, even Breath of the Moon committed crimes against the wind and asked him to try one by one.

But no, no, no, no matter how I explain the principle, no matter how I demonstrate the process, I can't make him use these special effects and Bling Bling color slashes.

I'm cracked.

Seeing Undead Chuan Xuanya scratching his head and lowering his head in embarrassment, I couldn't help but have strong doubts about my teaching level in my heart.

I'm not worried that Immortal Chuan Xuanya deliberately pretended not to be able to learn in order to sing a different tune. This matter will not do him any good.

Although his personality can sometimes be seen to be the same as his brother's irascibility, but after getting acquainted with him, he can still detect the bluff under his ferocious disguise, just like a cub of a large dog, baring its teeth and issuing a warning from its throat The voice, stretching out your head to be groaned by others, but it will only leave shallow baby teeth marks on your head, in short, it is very cute.

So I can only find another way to find other ways for him.

The letter sent to me by Nuliang Liban, along with the scarf, contained a practice method called Ripple Qigong, which was learned from an eminent monk in Tibet.It is said that this kind of thing can strengthen the body and prolong life. More importantly, it is said that the energy generated by Ripple Qigong is consistent with sunlight, which is why practitioners of all ages can use it to defeat vampires.

I haven't experimented with this thing, but in order to let Immortal Chuan Xuanya be able to pursue the dream of the ghost killing team, I also specially calculated the characteristics of the ghost killing team on the first copy, combining the "principle of opening the stripes" and "the use of ripple Qigong" Comprehensive breathing method.

A method that takes the best of the two, will not burden the body, and at the same time delay the death of brain cells was born!

And at the same time, in order to take into account Undead Chuan Xuanya's troublesome talent for text understanding, I also specially wrote a simplified version to lower the entry threshold.

But Immortal Chuan Xuanya looked at the notebook for a long time, and then asked me if I could really cultivate the sense of qi in this way, and I assured him confidently: "Theoretically speaking, this is right now."

He gave an 'ha' in disbelief, as if surprised that someone could be so irresponsible: "Theoretically - haven't you tried it yourself?"

I said, "Are you stupid? I'm a ghost. If it really works, wouldn't it be suicide?"

Immortal Chuan Xuanmi gave me a speechless look, and was about to continue to look down at the cultivation method. At this moment, I remembered something and pulled him up from the grass.

"I'll take you to a doctor first."

Only then did I remember that Immortal Chuan Xuanya also ate part of the ghosts, and if something went wrong, I might not be able to explain to his brother: "You can practice in front of the doctor... I'm afraid you will have a heart attack. "

Undead Chuan Xuanya always used words like 'hey' and 'you' to address me at the beginning. There is a relationship between the two of us as a teacher and a student, but not in the name of a teacher and a student.When I thought that he could truly be on his own, I let him go to Mount Fuji to participate in the final selection.

Before leaving, he asked me for my name.

I said: "Then have you heard the story of Minamoto Yoshitsune? When I was a child called Ushiwakamaru, I was taught the art of war by the tengus of Mount Kurama..."

Immortal Chuan Xuanya is carrying a long backpack on his back, which I took out for his self-defense collection.

He interrupted the nonsense I was talking to myself: "How can there be a tengu that collects Thomson's assault wooden warehouse."

I was choked up by the kid's words, I patted the guy on the back, smiled and said to him: "That's all right, my surname is Hesi, and my first name is Morishita."

Immortal Kawa Genya called me Morishita-sensei.

When I watched Xuan Mi leave that day, I actually felt a little melancholy and fragility in my heart like a treasure ○ dream trainer releasing his elf.

I thought, Immortal Chuan Xuanya called me a teacher, and he was like a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of his life.

As friends, Immortal Kawashiya and I still have different opinions. From now on, I will call him Brother Feng, and he will call me Dad.

This kind of talk is really funny, but it's a pity that I probably won't have the chance to say it to Undead Chuan again.