I inherited the legacy of the crumb boss

Of course Yebu won't cry now, because Ah Que cried before him.

She smelled the stinky smell on Ye Bu's body, as if she hadn't bathed in 800 years, and the sticky sweat from her hands stuck to her back... Ah Que cried so loudly.

Originally, I only thought that Yebu became uncute after growing up, but I didn't expect him to stink.

Ah Que cried and pushed him away, took a few steps back to distance himself from him, and asked him if he just crawled out of the garbage dump.

Yato said angrily, "Who would say that about others!"

But at the same time, he was a little guilty, because he was too poor recently, and no believers made a wish to him, so it was actually the same as what Aque said—he lived next to the garbage dump.

But the side of the garbage dump is still different from the inside of the garbage dump. Thinking about it like this, Yebu became confident again, and he was able to raise his face to face Aque.

He looked at his old friend who had been reunited for a long time but seemed to be rich, and a small flame of hope was ignited in his heart, and his eyes lit up, like the surface of a quiet lake shining under the moonlight.

Aque said to him coldly and mercilessly: "There is no money."

Ye Bu, who was rejected before he even opened his mouth, lost all his face—although he has no such thing as face for a long time.

But Ye Bu still shouted angrily, "Hey! I haven't even said it yet!"

Aque can see from his expression, this kind of hesitation, a little nervous and excited, like anticipation and excitement - every time she asks for money from Yu Ji, she is in Yu Ji This expression is what I see in my eyes.

However, Ye Bu is obviously not so easy to deal with. He hugged Ah Que's thigh and began to cry, crying louder and worse than she just now. He said that he was really miserable. A "terrible".

And Ah Que is not an ordinary person, as long as she doesn't want to, it is impossible for a single dollar to flow out of her fingers.

Who doesn't know how to cry miserably, and compared to Ye Bu's simple misery, Aque even told him that he has been reduced to the point where he has to sell his body in Huajie to make a living.

The majestic monster has fallen to such a low level...

Ye Bu was shocked on the spot.

In the era when he was born, it was the early Heian period, and the concept of respecting the strong was still practiced in the world.Yabu is a powerful god and Aque is also a powerful monster. Even compared to the god of misfortune who was born from human desires like him, the power of Niriya, who was born as a big monster, is even higher than him.

But many years later, they were all oppressed by this world to the brink of death, one was begging and the other was prostitution, it was really miserable.

Ye Bu's tears fell down patter, and at the same time he was unwilling to let go of Ah Que, even though she tried hard to break free from his arm.

After a while, Ye Bu no longer hugged her thigh, but hugged her waist. He pressed Ah Que's head in his arms, saying that this world is really cruel.

Aque felt that he was more cruel, and she was almost out of breath.

Just when she was about to faint, Ye Bu let her go. He held Ah Que's shoulder and asked her seriously: "Can you introduce this kind of work to me?"

"..."

Aque fell silent, sorry not.

——*——

Under Ye Bu's stalking, A Que reluctantly agreed to help him find out if there was any shop where he could work. After getting the guarantee, Ye Bu looked excited, which completely re-impressed A Que on him. place.

Before the reunion, Yebu was still the innocent and shy kid in Ah Que's mind, but after the reunion, he has become a smelly and dirty adult.

Sure enough, things are unpredictable.

Feeling emotional in his heart, Aque rested his chin on his chin with a sad face, and put his elbows on the low table in Luo Ji's room.

Fallen Ji had stopped crying a long time ago, she squatted in the corner, and when Aque went out to breathe, her brother hugged her and comforted her for a long time, until Aque came back, the prostitute Taro still didn't go back to Fallen Ji's place body, but leaned against the corner and hugged his sister.

Aque has been thinking about how to get rid of Yebu all the way, but she can't think of any good way. She sighed, and her eyes fell on the prostitute Taro——

She suddenly realized that she had forgotten a ready-made example.

The prostitute Taro had a bad feeling when he saw Aque's eyes falling on him, and after she spoke, he felt that there was nothing wrong.

"Do men work in Huajie..." Taro the prostitute hesitated for a moment, unable to figure out the purpose of her inquiry, so he chose the safest answer, "It's usually debt collectors. In the past, I mean That's what I did when I was human."

Go to the door to collect debts from customers who want to go whoring for nothing. If the other party doesn't pay him, he will be beaten to death. As long as the method is cruel enough, no one will dare to despise him...

After listening to it, Ah Que showed an excited expression, stood up excitedly and said that's it!

Yebu is the god of misfortune, and beating people half to death is actually a trivial matter. After all, what they used to do more often was to directly kill the other party—the kind that cut off their ears and took them home as gifts for their father.

——A job like debt collection must be very suitable for him.

Thinking so, Ah Que found a reason to go out in front of the proprietress the next afternoon, and found him next to the garbage dump in an alley according to the location Ye Bu had told her several times while holding her hand when they left yesterday.

She was silent for a while, she didn't expect her casual complaints to be true.

Isn't this really sleeping in a garbage dump!

"I didn't sleep in the garbage dump, but I slept next to the garbage dump." Ye Bu corrected him righteously.

"It's pretty much the same anyway, whatever."

Ah Que was shocked by his poverty. She really never thought that a god could fall to such a level. Is this the horror of heaven? As long as one is unwilling to obey him, even a god cannot escape his suppression .

It was really scary, but fortunately she ran fast at the beginning.

Ah Quak wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and shed tears for his miserable fate with no hope.

Ye Bu thought she was sympathizing with what happened to him, looked at A Que with a moved face, and took the initiative to comfort her: "Actually, it's not particularly uncomfortable, as long as you get used to it, you can live comfortably..."

Just yesterday, Ah Que was proud of her adaptability, but today there is a stronger example in front of her, telling her with facts: You are still too naive.

The naive Aque showed innocent eyes: "If this is the case, then you can continue to live here."

"Wait, wait! This is different, who would want to stay here if you can live in a better place!" Ye Bu stopped her, "And you agreed to introduce me to a job."

Although he has also lived for so many years, compared to Ah Que, Yebu is really miserable. He said that he can't eat enough to sleep well, and even his clothes have been worn for nearly 100 years... …

"It's so pitiful." Ah Que took a step back sympathetically, as if hiding from some discarded object emitting poisonous gas.

Ye Bu was heartbroken by her cruelty.

But fortunately, she still gave Yebu a letter of introduction—the prostitute Taro helped her get it. Over the years, his sister would change shops every once in a while, and it was the prostitute Taro who helped her arrange it behind the scenes.

As long as it is an easy-to-use tool ghost, Aque has never been stingy with her praise, so she has always praised that women are better than all tool ghosts. indivual.

Ye Bu held the letter of introduction with a look of emotion, showing that he attached great importance to this job, and specifically asked Aque about his job content.

"Probably urging the prostitutes to give money. I don't know too well. You can go and see for yourself."

Aque was eager to get rid of him, and even patted him on the shoulder to express encouragement: "Come on!"

After hearing this, Ye Bu stared at Ah Que's face, his eyes as bright as the surface of a lake seemed to be dizzy with water, clearly in the dark, but seemed to be shining.

Only when he is watching something silently and quietly can he truly reveal some divinity.

Aque looked back into his eyes, thinking that she was saving money faster.

——Otherwise, he will be stalked and beaten by this poor god for the rest of his life!This is too scary!

——*——

After returning to Kyogokuya, Aque solemnly came to the proprietress and asked her how to become an official oiran.

But the proprietress has recently realized the goodness of the honest and honest Oiran Fern, and at the beginning, the eagerness to replace Oiran Fern has gradually faded away, and her desire to train Aque at all costs has also received a lot.

Up to now, she has begun to think about asking Azai to practice shamisen more, read more books and learn some knowledge before officially starting work after a while.

Looking at the utilitarian and ugly capitalist face of the proprietress, Aque has a clear understanding of the capriciousness of human beings.

"In this case..." Aque, who came back from the proprietress, held Fallen Girl's face and said to her: "As long as you disappear from the Kyogoku House, then I can succeed in taking the position, right?"

The weak, pitiful and helpless Luo Ji had a frightened expression on her face, as if Ah Que was going to break her neck and throw her into the sun in the next second.

Her elder brother, the prostitute Taro, clenched the sickle in his hand. Although he knew that it was impossible to successfully resist the ghost king with his own strength, the instinct to protect his sister did not require any thinking.

But how could Aque do such a cruel thing, how could she separate their siblings so cruelly?

Of course Ah Que is not the king of scumbags who squander the lives of tool ghosts at will.

She just said to Luo Ji: "You pretend to be sick and go to the corner store on the other side of the river."

It was the place where the sick, incurable women in the flower street waited hopelessly for death.