NOVEL NEXT Chapter 83
Chapter 83 .Extradition
The soul fire rose to the sky, but the only people who could see this scene were people with extraordinary abilities like Beichuan Temple.
With that group of soul fire disappearing around the city, the soul lamp holding the soul fire was also extinguished one by one, and there was only one soul lamp on the floor in the end.
But the soul fire of this soul lamp did not disappear, instead it jumped out and stayed in front of Beichuan Temple lightly.
From this soul lamp, Kitagawa Temple seems to still be able to see Sakura Yuki’s voice and face.
The icy reminder sounded.
System reminder: “Xucha High School Martyr Undead” has been recovered. Intermediate and low-level wraiths will be rewarded with 5 skill points. Remaining skill points: 8 points.
The black resentment was absorbed by Beichuan Temple’s body, and that exaggerated weight could not be brought by the first-level resentful spirit at all.
After absorbing most of the black resentment, a second system prompt came from Beichuan Temple’s ears: It is detected that the maximum limit of the host’s death energy is over 100, and the death energy skill branch can be selected through 8 skill points and soul fire.
The maximum lifelessness is over one hundred?
Beichuan Temple called up the system panel blankly.
The current state of Beichuan Temple is succinctly arranged on the top.
Name: Bai Fan (Beichuan Temple)
Physical comprehensive value: 50 (six times the value of ordinary people)
Death: 20/102. (Spirit Fire 1/1, select skill branch)
Skills: Bajiquan (intermediate entrance into the hall), dagger technique (low-level experience), basic dead energy use (intermediate entrance into the hall), Jiu-Jitsu (intermediate entrance into the hall), unarmed combat (advanced master).
Traits: Your traits are destined to attract weird and supernatural phenomena.
Remaining skill points: 8.
Remaining props: magic talisman (4).
The physique has gone from nearly 5 times the value of an ordinary person to 6 times the value, and death energy has also completed a leap from the original upper limit of more than 90 points, reaching the upper limit of 102 points.
But these are not things that Beichuan Temple cares about
His gaze jumped down and came to the vast and vast skill tree at the bottom.
Strengthened the dead spirit skill branch.
The first branch enhancement can only be carried out when the upper limit of 100 points of death is met. The enhancement requires a soul fire and 8 skill points.
Looking down again, that is the strengthening of various branches of death skills.
Erosion, manipulation, bursting, shaping
Beichuan Temple did not rush to strengthen, but looked at the spirit fire jumping in front of him, with a trace of doubt on his face.
There was no soul fire when I completed the Medium Wraith mission last time, but this time it was
System reminder: Only by completing the obsession of the dead, can you get the soul fire. The amount of soul fire depends on the intensity of the obsession.
Beichuan Temple was taken aback, and his eyes blinked.
In other words
“Sakura.” Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to hold the beam of light.
This is probably the purest thought left by Sakura Yuki, and the other soul fires cannot be absorbed forcibly, perhaps because those undead thoughts still contain their obsessions.
Beichuan Temple raised its head.
At this time, he could still vaguely see the soul fires flying to every corner of the city.
Those beams of light, originally all lodged with the thoughts of the dead
After sending away the last wave of guests at the night show, I helped the chef Aida Ichiro untie his dark black izakaya apron, smiled and said hello to his friend Yuu Hayakawa, changed into his private clothes, and rode his bicycle into the night.
He was anxious to go home, because it was another week.
When I got home, I stopped my bicycle and put it in my small bicycle shed. Ichiro Aida was about to take out the key to open the door, but the door suddenly opened by itself.
Under Aida’s gaze, his daughter, Aida Aimi, jumped out of the door.
“Dad, welcome home. Do you want to eat first?”
Wearing an apron, Aida Aimi leaped lively to Aida Ichiro and asked with a smile.
“Well, eat first.”
Aida Ichiro smiled.
His wife had an affair and divorced him a few years earlier, and he and his daughter were left behind. Fortunately, Aida Aimi was also very sensible.
Every time he came back from his own izakaya, his daughter would always come to the door early to wait for him.
This is Aida Ichiro’s most heartwarming moment.
Whether it’s making things difficult for customers or the pressure of business competition, as long as his daughter is there, he feels that no matter how hard he is outside, no matter how hard he is outside, it is worthwhile to nod and bow to others.
“Why come back so late today? Did you meet any stubborn guests?” Aida Aimi greeted her and took off the scarf for Aida Ichiro, and asked with concern.
Seeing her worried gaze, Aida Ichiro felt a pain in his heart, and smiled kindly and shook his head:
“No, no, everyone is good, but a few drunks got drunk today, so I have gotten home now.”
“Really? Then dad, you should eat first, I’m almost done.”
Aida Aimi walked to the stove again and brought out another dish after another.
Golden and crispy **** tempura, whitish tofu miso soup, and sukiyaki sukiyaki hot pot with bubbling fish head.
For a while, Ichiro Aida didn’t know whether it was foggy in front of him or something blocking his vision.
“Please use.”
Aida Aimi beats the eggs into a bowl, adds soy sauce, then fills the rice bowl again, and smiles and passes it to Aida Ichiro.
“Dad, slow down, really, why are you reincarnated like a starving ghost?” Aida Aimi looked at her father’s exaggerated gestures, and laughed.
“The food made by Aimi is so delicious, you see, I even ate my tears.” Aida Ichiro smiled.
“Really, is that so exaggerated?” Aida Aimi scratched her head embarrassedly.
Just when the atmosphere was right, the phone rang suddenly.
Aida Ichiro originally wanted to hang up the phone directly, but Aida Aimi stared at him: “Working things are more important.”
“Good, good.” Aida Ichiro nodded, stood up, walked outside the living room and rubbed his eyes before connecting the phone: “Hello?”
“Ichiro, have you considered the things I told you last time? Your cooking skills are so good, we go to Tokyo to open a joint pub is definitely very profitable! No matter how bad it is, it’s better than you being a small helper at an izakaya in Yashan City. Right?”
“Liang, I have already talked about this, I have something here”
“What’s the matter! Ichiro! Wake up! Aimei has been dead for ten years! Ten years ago! Would she want to see you like this self-willed and depraved look?! Now when you come back home every day, besides drinking alcohol, you are looking at Aimei. The photo is in a daze, I beg you an old friend, come back soon.”
“Let me think about it” Aida Ichiro hung up.
“father!”
Just when Aida Ichiro hung up the phone, Aimi Aimi’s voice came over:
“Uncle Nakamura is right, I have been dead for ten years.”
Hearing this, the tears Aida Ichiro had been holding back finally couldn’t help but burst into his eyes.
Ten years ago, Aida Aimi died in a fire in Suka High School. At that time, he was preparing to open a shop in an izakaya near Suka High School.
After hearing the news, he rushed to Xucha High School as soon as possible.
But it was too late. The raging fire devoured not only the lives of her daughter, but also the lives of other students.
Since then, he has closed his own izakaya shop, and from time to time, he does odd jobs in izakayas around Yashan City, and he is alive in a muddle-headed manner.
“I’m already dead. Dad. You should put it down.”
Aida Ichiro felt Aida Aimi hugging herself.
“father.”
“I want to try the mashed potato stew made by my dad again”
“Daddy’s dishes are always so delicious.”
“I really want to see the father who is the chef who has the dream of being a chef in the izakaya again.”
“Go forward, dad go forward”
The sound is drifting away, the sound is going away.
Aida Ichiro did not dare to turn around to see his daughter.
Cooking and his daughter used to be everything to him, but now he has lost both.
He lost his dream of being a cook.
He also lost his belief in being a father.
He is like an undead, a zombie who is bound and wandering in Bashan City.
The voice behind finally disappeared.
Tears rushed out wantonly, and Ichiro Aida cried out without a word.
It took a long time before he came back to his senses.
Behind him is a warm family, and the fish head hot pot is tumbling with bubbles.
Ichiro Aida ate up the food and sorted out his emotions, and then called Ryo Nakamura.
“Liang, I have considered what you said, I”
The light was shining to evaporate the heat, and Aida Ichiro placed the cooked potato stew in front of the niche.
Looking at the black-and-white photo of her daughter who was smiling brilliantly, Aida Ichiro also smiled.
The first dish to regain the identity of the chef, I have to let my daughter taste it.
It’s just that there is a feeling of inexplicable incomprehension rising from my heart.
There are leftovers of the food outside.
Is it an illusion or Aida Aimi really came back?
whatever.
Aida Ichiro smiled. Crying and laughing.
The long incense burned silently.
The dead are gone, the living still need to move on.