attack stream of life

Suddenly, an unimaginable gossip spread from the oriental demon circle, that many big monsters of one party's big bosses are now running halls in the human world.

No one believed it at first, but within a few months, these gossips spread like a wildfire and no one could stop them, and many people began to be skeptical.

If this is false, why didn't those bosses kill those goblins who spread rumors?

If this is true, who has the ability to command a group of big monsters?

Some unbelieving, courageous, and trouble-making monsters found out the address and prepared to find out.

However, there is no return.

This place is even more mysterious and terrifying.

The night bistro in Qingchuan opens at 11:30.

As soon as he opened the door, a special red lantern that could attract monsters appeared in the mist. The red lantern appeared randomly, and no one knew who would happen to be there.So who can come and who can't come is all due to fate.

Today's first guest is an earthbound spirit who has been living in her own world for decades.

This is a middle-aged man with gray temples, wearing patched clothes, but they are well washed, a handkerchief is exposed in the pocket, and the trousers are neat, but there is still an embarrassing hole in the cloth shoes, and half of the foot is drilled out. finger.

He lowered his head habitually, as if he was afraid of looking at people, but his eyes were very warm and clear, like a scholar of the previous era.

"Welcome to the store. This store provides any food, but does not accept the exchange of ghost coins. You can choose to exchange with the items you carry, or exchange with the stories you have."

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, "I heard that there is a tavern run by monsters here. When the red lantern appears in the mist, you can just open the door. It's just that there are all powerful monsters in there, and the little monsters don't dare to approach it."

"Oh?" Qingchuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, has such a reputation spread in the world of ghosts?

"In my place, there are all monsters that can crush you to death with one finger, are you not afraid?"

"I can't be more afraid of one death. I have died once. What else is there to be afraid of?" The middle-aged man walked over slowly, and he sat on the round stool with a stiff smile on his face. Can you exchange wine, can you exchange knowledge for wine?"

"Tell me." Qing Chuan said with a smile on the counter.

"Really?" The middle-aged man lowered his head again, and it took a while before he spoke again, "I haven't talked to anyone for a long time. I dare not talk too much to people. Sometimes a sentence is bad, and you don't take it to heart. But it can bring disaster to the family. You powerful people may not have such troubles."

"Oh, that might just be better and less serious. There are always tougher and unreasonable guys in the world."

"It seems that everyone has a lot of troubles."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, "I have nothing on me. The most valuable thing is this head. I study mathematics. When I was young, I studied abroad with my father. When I was older, I returned to the country. Teaching. My wife always says that I am stupid in mathematics and do not understand the world. People are too stupid, and sometimes they want to do bad things.”

Qing Chuan didn't say anything during this period, he listened to his story quietly, he poured a cup of tea, the brown bamboo tube exuded a faint bamboo tea aroma.

"Comrade store manager, I don't know what's the point of my existence. I say I want to serve the motherland, but the motherland doesn't need me. I want to take care of my wife, but she dies young. I want to raise a child, but let her become an orphan." Being treated poorly by relatives. Day after day, year after year, I bent my back in the disgust and abuse of others, I dare not cry, I dare not laugh, I am so humble to live... But I can only watch, Can't do anything..."

The eyes of the middle-aged man slowly turned red, "They lived in my house and drove my daughter crazy. I am an incompetent father."

He took a deep breath, and his tone became decisive and urgent, "You want stories, I have stories, and I still have this useless knowledge. I have studied mathematics for half my life, do you want it? If you want it, just take it away , It’s not like I learned a lesson in vain.”

"How can it be for nothing? Mathematics is the foundation of all sciences. Although I don't understand it, I know that the more stable the foundation, the taller the building. Are the great men in history needed by the times during their lifetime? Many people are After his death, the writings were discovered, so he knew that he had been here. Wouldn’t it be a pity if you left quietly with all your knowledge. The cold winter will pass one day, and the night will be replaced by day.”

Qing Chuan finally spoke, his voice was as gentle as a cup of warm boiling water, "Will you not be unwilling to give up like this? Since there is nothing to lose, why not wait a while, and don't fall in the darkest before dawn moment."

"I'm all dead, and the only child I have left is dead. It's all over. These things..."

The middle-aged man pointed his finger at his head vigorously, and poked it several times, his expression looked like despair, but also anger, like a trapped animal, "What's the use of these things? Why don't I give them to you. Take it all, take it all."

"...As you wish." Qing Chuan stretched out his hand, palm facing upwards, a illusory shadow changed from emptiness to reality, and finally condensed into a book.

The middle-aged man was stunned, staring blankly at the book in Qing Chuan's hand.

"Open it and take a look, this is what you have learned in half your life."

The middle-aged man was still in a daze, looked at Qing Chuan, and hesitantly stretched out his hand to pinch the cover of the book.

He picked up the book, but it was like the texture of leather. The writing was not flat, and there was a gray shadow in the middle walking around in an empty space, occasionally sitting down to read, occasionally writing, and occasionally sighing.

He could see clearly, this, isn't this himself?

Slightly trembling hands opened the book, what was opened was not a book, but a small universe, in which various mathematical symbols jumped, and stars flew out of it, like meteors falling from the sky, flying into the eyes.

He saw the changes in front of his eyes, from being a young child who first opened "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" to studying abroad. The teacher appreciated him and wanted him to stay, but the young man refused. After returning to China, he taught and studied at the same time.

Even when it was difficult later, when he was laughed at and rejected by others, he still did not give up.Every day at dawn, the first thing is to sit in the study and pick up a pen.

The veins on the back of the middle-aged man's hands popped out, he closed the book with a 'snap', and the fantasy came to an abrupt end.And he didn't know when his eyes were already red.

"You took my knowledge, why didn't I forget it?"

"That's your memory. Memory can't be taken away. I just extracted and copied it. I've heard an interesting saying that people die twice in their life. The first time is the death of the body, which is death in the material sense , Once you are forgotten, that is the real death. If you don’t think I am too busy, I will help you publish your works during your lifetime, and it will be regarded as an explanation for yourself.”

"Will there really be dawn?"

"some."

The middle-aged man looked deeply at the book in his hand and gently placed it on the counter, "Thank you."

Qingchuan looked at the clock, "I heard a great story today, what would you like to eat? As a thank you."

"My wife used to prepare a supper for me, small shrimp caught in the river, peeled out a little bit, mixed with a little pork belly, added an egg, added a little salt, mashed to make stuffing, wonton The skin is folded into the shape of a goldfish, and there are only a few grains of salt and a few chopped green onions in the soup. It’s been decades, and I almost forgot what that supper was like.”

"It sounds like Mrs. Madam's craftsmanship is very good. I will try my best, please wait for a while."

Qing Chuan turned around and opened the fresh-keeping cabinet.

Wonton wrappers are bought on the spot, as well as small river prawns, black pork belly, grass eggs, and freshly folded shallots.

The lights in the kitchen were bright, and Yan Jun bent down slightly to peel off the shells and heads of small river prawns as big as fingernails bit by bit.This kind of river prawn has a big head and a small body, and there is not much meat, but the meat is firm and has a sweet taste.

Just use river prawns and pork belly, add a little salt, this kind of stuffing is not the best, but it is what customers need most now.

That taste has the warmth that time passes but never fades away.

After a while, steaming hot wontons came out of the small kitchen.

In the painted pottery with black stripes on the yellow background, there are a few chopped green onions and white wontons floating in the clear soup.Wontons are small in size, with only a little pink meat on the front, and a flowing white skirt on the back, which looks like little goldfish.

"Please enjoy."

Holding the boiling hot bowl, the middle-aged man scooped a wonton, endured the heat and took a bite, the umami taste accompanied by the soup.

The familiar smell brought him back to the past years, closing his eyes as if he was still sitting in his small study room, with the mathematical conjecture magazine he entrusted someone to transfer back from abroad, next to his lover, There is the smell of ink and kitchen around me.

"Oh, eat slowly, be careful of the heat."

There seemed to be a woman's gentle voice next to her ear, with a bit of intimate coquettishness.

The middle-aged man turned his head in astonishment, only to see his wife with neatly braided hair standing beside him, looking at him with gentle and tolerant eyes as always, "I already knew about the child, it wasn't you wrong."

"sorry Sorry."

Tears burst the embankment instantly.

Qingchuan published the middle-aged man's book under the name of the junior.

Almost two months later, a middle-aged man with an intellectual air found him. He wanted to see the author of this book, because the basic theory provided by this book helped him confirm a century-old conjecture. He came here specially Thanks to him, and I hope to write his name on the paper.

"He is no longer there." Qing Chuan told him, "It was gone decades ago. At that time, people didn't recognize his theory, so he left in despair."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and he wiped his face, "It's a pity..."

"It's not a pity that his book can meet you decades later."

Later, Qingchuan saw him in the newspaper. He appeared at the award ceremony of the international mathematics award, and told the story of the middle-aged man in front of the people who paid attention to him all over the world.He said that he had never met him, but after reading his book, he had already made friends, and he only hated being born at an untimely time.

There are always so many regrets in life, as small as us, we can only persist and persist.

"After eliminating the obsession, the husband and wife will be reincarnated together. Otherwise, seeing this scene now, there should be some comfort."

"For him, the fact that his wife has been waiting for him is enough to make him feel that he has no regrets in his life, and being recognized is just the icing on the cake. To finally meet you and this tavern, life is not too unfortunate. "

"Yes, it is enough to have a bosom friend in life. With lovers together, even breathing is a kind of joy, just like me now... just looking at it, I feel happy in my heart." Qing Chuan held his face and was so gentle Look at Wei Ge.

Wei Ge was stunned for a moment, and tried to straighten his face, not to let his joy be too unscrupulous, and went to the kitchen with his hands and feet, "I'll clean it up."

"Promise." The live broadcast system despised its host as always.

Craftsman system hehe: I suspect that my host is flirting, but I have no proof.

"Big brother is a big guy. These days are like hanging up. It's been a long time since I saw you, and the big guy uses his mental power like his left and right hands. Looking back at my host, why did I think about binding him?" ?”

The live broadcast system said so, but the artisan system felt that it was cheap and good.

"Come on, your host even has a domain." The sourness that the craftsman system couldn't hide filled the sky.

"Oh, that's because of shit luck. It happened to be appreciated by an elder in that world who was about to ascend, and I got it by accident. It was thanks to the spiritual cultivation method passed on to him by the boss, otherwise he would be a salted fish."

The craftsman system is even more sour, it is aggrieved, why can't the host who studies so hard at home not meet such shit luck?

The legend of the Night Tavern continues.

Not all guests are as harmless as middle-aged men, sometimes there will be some malicious guests.They couldn't agree, so they had to fight, most of them let go after a beating, and a few were really full of evil, and some were beaten to death.

The Mirror Demon, who was flying around outside, was caught and came back. This time it was really a bit too much, and various circles exploded seven or eight times within a month.

Every time he played enough and left a confession letter, it led people to commit suicide. Did he think he didn't know it did it by making such a false appearance of committing suicide in fear of guilt?

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo away away next time."

"Being a demon has its rules, if you don't follow the rules, you will be locked up." Qing Chuan taught his demon bear with a cold face.

With the passage of time, all kinds of barriers have now been broken. If you go out in the middle of the night, you will see more ghosts than humans.

Not all monsters can live in peace with humans, some always make trouble.

As a local monster, Qingchuan is generally recognized as having a more intimidating force, so he has to take care of it.

He is already thinking about whether to really set up a "Monster World Office" to register all kinds of gods and ghosts, and then carry out education on the concept of peace.

"Several super large barriers won't last long, so it's not too late."

Qing Chuan's character is to do as soon as he thinks, without waiting overnight.

He quickly arranged for an old man with high moral character and gentle temperament to contact the human side, and he also arranged the venue and staff intensively on his side.Candidates are of course drawn from shelters.

In fact, there are not many monsters who want to have too much contact with humans. They would rather sleep in their own rooms than come out to manage these trivial matters, and they don't want to deal with weak and delusional humans.So there were not too many staff members selected at the beginning, Qingchuan promised to pay more wages, that is, good wine, so he reluctantly agreed.

Later, he also made a set of uniforms with 100% damage counterattack for each of them, which made these monsters stay at ease.

When the firm was just established and there was no office, everyone started working. As long as it involved ghosts and ghosts, it was their business scope.

So the spiritual workers on the human side were shocked to find out: these days, monsters are rushing to fight monsters with them?

Why is the living environment of supernatural workers so difficult!The working environment is not good, 24 hours on call, the salary is unstable and not high, and life is in danger. Those who can persist are generating electricity for love. As a result, there have been so many job grabbers recently.

When the religious association came to ask for an explanation, the office would all fight, and if they couldn't fight anyway, they would just play tricks.

Wen Zheng is the honorary president of the firm. As the future big boss, his strength is undeniable. He can't beat even Qing Chuan in a berserk state. With a big move, all enemies and friends will fall down.So it is the treasure of Zhenshan, a huge mascot to deter the enemy.

With him on the field, the two sides really can't fight, it will hurt their muscles and bones.

It's not without any benefits to have a few encounters like this. The monsters are old and experienced, and even the knowledgeable ones can learn a lot of spells from human warlocks. They are simply living fossils.There are sufficient resources on the human side. What bases and documents are all handled for you.

So after a few contacts, a few quick-witted people were ready to cooperate.

Then, "Yokai Human Office" changed from an illegal non-governmental organization to an officially recognized and legal non-governmental organization.

The main tasks of their firm include but are not limited to: finding jobs for unemployed goblins, reissuing household ID cards for black household registrations, punishing goblins who violate laws and regulations, rewarding good goblins for their good deeds, reporting unlucky ghosts who died suddenly, and sending stranded foreigners Demons, foreign affairs with foreign demons...

For example, introduce iron-eating beasts to zoos, let fox spirits develop in the film and television industry, encourage octopuses to draw cartoons, introduce larks to a singing talent show...

The staff are still more responsible, the introduction work is not finished after the introduction, there are follow-up visits.Visit once every three months to see if the other party is adapting to the human world, if there is any problem feedback, if they need help, and so on.

The most difficult thing to manage is the issue of repatriation of foreign monsters.

Many foreign monsters were either forced to come or escaped.

The former generally have a body, and most of them are antiques. If you have an owner, you can’t send them away, so you have to give them a residence permit.The latter is so pitiful, he clings to his legs and refuses to leave. Seeing that he has done nothing wrong, he is given a temporary residence permit, which can be converted to a permanent one if the situation is good.

The worst thing is that you can't figure out whether it's foreign or domestic. It's obvious that the main body is a foreign breed, but you become a spirit in your own country, and you think it's a monster of your own country.Like the flat-headed brother, the white bear, the black mamba and so on.

"If you become a spirit in your own country, then of course you are a monster in your own country."

"Nonsense, is the main body from this country? The blood is not right."

"When does the bloodline depend on the age? Look at it, how many of the food we eat and use come from our own country? Your cats were only introduced in the Western Han Dynasty, and you are all imported products. You say that other people's bloodlines are not correct? Narrow-minded! "

The two sides fought fiercely at the meeting, and unfortunately woke up Wen Zheng who was sleeping, and was beaten up by the big boss who got up angry, and finally gave an order, "All those who become elites in the local area are considered domestic monsters, make noise, what's the point of making noise ? Such a simple thing is noisy for a long time?"

After finishing speaking, Wen Zheng lay down and continued to sleep.

Yesterday, that unscrupulous master of Qingchuan caught him and set up an enchantment in the East China Sea. All his mana was drained. Qingchuan also brought a bunch of blood-recovering wine, and he squeezed it dry and then squeezed it. A heap of bagasse that has been squeezed out of sugar.

I just want salted fish...

The discussion on whether the local demons of foreign breeds can be regarded as local demons has been settled.

But the matter is not over yet, there is also 'how to arrange for overseas Chinese demons who want to come back to recognize their ancestors? ', 'What about a demon who was born in the local area and then accidentally wandered abroad? ', 'Whose family is the little monster born here between the domestic demon and the foreign demon? 'Etc., etc……

It's really hard to be a demon.