I Became an Anonymous Boss

Chapter 350 IX I'm Going Home

Shirataki continued to walk around the village with the miko.

She has recovered her memory, and she is no longer the girl who had a happy bickering with Shirataki before.

A beautiful girl over 300 years old, with 300 years of life, 300 years of experience, cannot be a mortal, and will no longer have the noisy mood of a girlhood.

The emotions of immortals are always weak, even those who seek immortality are also weak.

There are Qi trainers in other worlds, and the Qi trainers in the overseas fairy islands are called the Immortal Seeker School. Take the Fushui Guanyin School as a typical case, they belong to the type that emphasizes the way of heaven and despises the way of humanity. The word "emotion" belongs to them It's just a joke, seeking longevity and seeking to ascend to immortality, how can you care about the mundane world... Turn a deaf ear to the lives and deaths of others, and be equally harsh on yourself, which conforms to the ruthless theory of heaven.

But witches are not Qi practitioners, nor are they seeking immortality.

She is just a priestess of Amaterasu, so she can live forever.

The spiritual power of the sun is constantly transforming her body. As long as she is alive, she will become stronger all the time. Rather than saying that she is an ordinary witch, it is better to say that she has experienced 300 years of spring and autumn without aging. She is already a human god. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, she is already close to a god.

I don't know if it is because of this halo, she has really become a little unreasonable and unhuman.

The city of the sun wheel needs a stable and reliable priestess like a god, and there is no shortage of a lively and agile girl.

Shirataki couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

The two came to the front of the damaged shrine again and stood under the wishing tree.

"I became a shrine maiden when I was 15, right here under the wishing tree."

The witch looked up at the hundreds of wishing cards on the wishing tree.

"I made a wish at the time, but I don't remember what I wrote..."

"I just remember that when I first awakened my spiritual power, the whole street was illuminated by the sun."

Shirataki let out an oh: "It turns out it can emit light."

"Well, after all, she is the maiden of Amaterasu Okami."

"Then do you know nuclear fusion?" Shirataki asked abruptly.

"nuclear……?"

"The power of the sun comes from nuclear fusion and stellar energy. It is an important prerequisite for jumping out of the earth's resource trap, and it is also a necessary skill point for becoming a civilization in the universe." Shirataki crossed his arms: "If you study your sun's spiritual power, maybe you can Help humans control the power of the sun through occult methods, so that we can boil more water and generate more electricity."

"..." The witch couldn't understand at all, and complained: "It's too wasteful to use spiritual power to boil hot water."

"That's because you don't understand. Human beings have only two technological points since ancient times." Shirataki raised two fingers: "Boiling water and making explosions."

"It's a mess." The witch didn't know that this was the truth, so she just smiled: "Your world sounds very interesting."

"Well, because there are so many sand sculptures, Le Ziren is ecstatic every day." Bai Taki tapped the wishing board lightly, and there was a clattering sound: "Compared to this world, it is much more interesting..."

"Then why do you still come here?" the witch asked strangely.

"One of the three major philosophical questions, I'm afraid I can't answer you, because I don't know." Shirataki looked at the priestess, and said skillfully, "Maybe it's because of you."

The witch was stunned, her eyes dodged, she looked down at a wooden board with poor writing in her hand, and after identifying it for a moment, she let go of her hand and looked for the next one.

"These words are inappropriate to say to a [-]-year-old old man."

"Hahaha, I dare to flirt with old lady Zi, let alone you are only three hundred years old." Bai Taki smiled proudly: "Don't underestimate the xp of people on Earth."

"I don't think it's a good thing to meet you." The witch sighed, "You made me suffer a lot."

"But I don't think meeting you is a bad thing." Shirataki said, "I haven't told you."

"Ok?"

"You look a lot like someone I know."

"I see." The witch was both surprised and accepted quickly: "No wonder you are so familiar."

"But you are not the same person at all, and I don't know if she will become like you in another 300 years."

"I'm afraid not." The witch shook her head: "It's not a good thing to become me... Do you have a crush on her?"

"I don't hate it." Shirataki thought for a while, and added: "I'm very happy when I bully her."

"You are so bad."

"What you said..."

"..."

"Praise me a few more words."

It is very difficult for a witch to maintain a high-cold personality in front of such a person, she deviates from the topic in a few words, and her speech logic is completely lost.

She had no choice but to divert her attention and concentrate on continuing to flip through the sign, trying to find the bamboo board she left behind.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Shirataki couldn't help, he could only sit on the sidelines and watch her search.

One hour, two hours, three hours, until the moon rose again, she was still searching by the faint light of the lantern.

Shirataki said: "Are you so anxious to find it? Maybe someone has already picked it off."

The witch shook her head, she was still extremely patient, without any irritation: "No... the sign that was taken down was taken by me... I want to take it away, maybe because this is the last memory I have left .”

She whispered, "Maybe it's an obsession."

Miko walks among the thousands of wishing boards hanging down.

The young man sat under the tree and watched her quietly, neither approaching nor far away.

Occasionally, when she got tired, she squatted down to rest for a while, and had a few words with Bai Taki.

The moonlight falls, and the night wind blows.

Boards dangled from colorful ropes.

The witch pressed her long hair, and the young man squinted his eyes, and the silver light sprinkled between the two of them, faintly, like a mottled stream of light and shadow.

At this moment, a crisp sound sounded, it was the sound of wind chimes.

The witch looked at Shirataki, and there was a small wind chime on his fingertips, which was said to be a sacrificial item used by a certain living god.

The young man threw it away.

The witch caught the wind chime: "This is?"

Shirataki said flatly, "I'll see you off."

The witch frowned, not because she didn't like it, but because she was a little inexplicable.

Shirataki admitted that he had to take the blame, and said unnaturally: "It's a gift for birthday and apology."

"I can understand the apology, but birthday..." The witch pursed her lips and asked softly, "Why do you think it's my birthday?"

"Intuition." Shirataki clasped his hands behind his head: "Even if it's not your birthday, it should be a very important day for you."

"Today is the wishing day." The witch held the wind chime in her palm, listening to the crisp ringing, she said, "It's also my birthday."

"I used to come to this tree every year, but I only made one wish."

"It's just that I have forgotten what it is, so I want to take a look."

"But it's no longer needed...I've received a better gift."

Shirataki asked strangely: "So, don't look for it anymore?"

"I won't look for it anymore." The witch shook her head lightly: "I don't need to take it back either."

"Really?"

"Yeah." The witch said quietly: "Only the fulfilled wish will be taken away, I am not qualified to take it away."

Those who take away their wishes are the ones whose wishes come true.

That is, only wishes that have not been fulfilled will be left behind.

Shirataki slowly understood the meaning of this sentence, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say when the words came to his mouth, and nothing was appropriate.

The shrine maiden stepped out from under the tree and came to the shrine illuminated by the moon, she stretched out her hand and caressed the shimenawa on it.

"300 years have passed, and the sea has changed, and I have finally come to the end."

"It's just too long."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, echoing in the open land with the Wind Chime God.

"I am back……"

"I'm going home," she whispered.

The fragile defense line that had been maintained for 300 years collapsed at this moment. She lowered her face and even cried without tears, only a little choked and hoarse.

After a long time, the witch raised her face and faced the moonlight on her back, washing her body and mind until all her memories were also silent.

The years are quiet and good, the past cannot be traced, what year is this eve?

In the end, she looked at the stranger who had been with her for less than two days but had more than three hundred years of age, and for the first time showed such a soft smile.

"Thank you, unknown stranger."

"Thank you for accompanying me on this short journey."

"It's time for us to say goodbye."

Chapter 360

The witch's voice fell, and the crows wailed from the sky.

A large group of black shadows fell from the sky, intertwined into a black landscape, and the crows whipped up strong winds, isolating Shirataki and the witch.

The black feathers fell, and the blood-red pupils lit up in the dark, and immediately a gust of wind blew past, rolling up countless grass clippings and blowing countless dust.

A huge three-eyed black crow as tall as a person emerged, and Shirataki was very familiar with this appearance.

"The eight-tag crow..."

Although it is stronger than the dead house black crow that stays up all day and stays up all night playing games in the fat house in the later generations, and its eyes are sharp and not stupid, but there should be nothing wrong with this unique spiritual power.

For a moment he was a little dazed, not quite understanding why the crow actually exists here?

It is impossible for it to travel through another world. Could it be that this is Gao Tianyuan?