days of being a ghost

With a hint of worry in her brows, she took out the black jade ring from her bosom, "Excuse me, may I take this as a reward?"

The old lady in a plain kimono smiled and shook her head, "Don't worry, girl, you are destined to come here, and you won't be paid."

The surrounding air was already filled with the aroma of noodle soup, and the old gentleman who was using his long chopsticks to pick up the noodles also smiled and said: "Girl, old man, I am very good at making noodles, hot buckwheat noodles, why don't you have some noodles?" What a pity the bowl!"

Mo Er couldn't stand this temptation, her dark eyes lit up, "Then, let's have a big bowl first!"

This noodle shop has a very small facade, with only room for two tables and chairs.

Mo Wuchang was the second guest tonight, and there was already a guest sitting on the table next to her.His long black hair lay behind his head in a strange direction, which made Mo Wuchang feel very strange.

Then in the next second, her eyes were completely attracted by the bowl of fragrant noodles in front of her.

There was a poached egg on the lightly brown buckwheat noodles, and the green onions were sprinkled around, making Mo Wuchang's mouth water just looking at it.She didn't feel it was hot either, so she rolled up the noodles with chopsticks and put them in her mouth.Three times, five times and two times, a bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out.Mo Er thought it wasn't enough, so he drank all the noodle soup in one gulp, almost licking the side of the bowl.

Mo Er's eyes lit up after eating, "Boss, two more bowls of noodles!"

"Pfft, haha." As soon as she finished speaking, the guest sitting next to her suddenly laughed, "Miss, be careful if you eat too much and become a mess."

The other party was a man in a black and green striped kimono. Leaving aside his strange messy hairstyle, he was undoubtedly a very handsome young man.He closed his left eye, while his open right golden eye was looking at her playfully.The corners of his mouth were half turned up, holding a lazy and ruffian smile.

This is really a weird young man, he has the politeness of aristocrats in his gestures, but he seems to be a hooligan in his bones.These two diametrically opposed temperaments are harmoniously concentrated in one person, which is extraordinarily unique.

"It's not right to say that. If you like to eat, there is no reason not to eat it." The old man who was riding the noodles said with a smile: "Girl, there are still plenty of noodles, so you can rest assured to eat to your heart's content."

Mo Er's full attention was on the noodle, and she didn't pay attention to the teasing of the opposite customer at all. She looked at the noodle bowl in the store's hand eagerly, "This old man tastes really good!"

The old woman on the side chuckled twice, and handed the noodle bowl to Mo Er, "I wish I could meet a girl with such a good appetite."

"Yes, the more you eat, the happier you are." The old man sighed, "After all, ordinary people can't come here."

Mo Er was taking a big mouthful of noodles at this moment, she puffed her cheeks and seemed to be thinking about something inexplicably.

The strange customer on the side spoke again suddenly, he said: "Human beings cannot enter this store. But if they go out in the middle of the night and are very hungry, they can still see the storefront and hear the yelling, but they will never enter the store." You can't even come near here."

——This is Dengwu Buckwheat.

——Perhaps humans think this is an illusion caused by too much hunger, but it actually exists in the eyes of monsters who are driving at night.It can be seen by monsters who want to rest or are hungry.

——Even if you can't pay, you can still get a heart-warming comfort in the cold night.

Mo Er swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and looked at him paralyzed, "No wonder, I just thought that human hair doesn't grow like this. The store owner who is not surprised by this is probably not an ordinary person."

The strange guest choked: "..." Then what was the foolish girl thinking just now.

Mo Er turned his head with a dumbfounded look and asked, "Shopkeeper, can the leftover noodles be packed and taken away?"

Strange guest: "..." So I was thinking about this!

The old couple responded with a smile.

Then, the old man started cooking noodles humming an unknown tune, the old woman looked at him, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.The two looked at each other and smiled.As if the years are quiet and good, everything is silent.

"Because they were too obsessed with staying together, they became the monster 'Deng Wu Buckwheat' after death. I have to say, it is undoubtedly a blessing to be with each other forever." The strange guest said with a smile: "Well, It's fate to meet, let's get to know each other too, I'm the monster Nuliang Liban, please tell me the girl's name."

This was the second person to ask her name tonight, and the girl in black put down the chopsticks in her hands with some joy, "My name is Mo Wuchang." Then she added solemnly, "Well, I'm a ghost."

Chapter [-]: It's a slippery ghost

It is said that night belongs to monsters, but for Nura Kobi, it seems that he belongs neither to day nor night.But he doesn't care, after all, he is the second generation of the handsome Nuragumi.

——He thinks that as a half-demon, day and night belong to him.

"Secondaime, there are reports of monsters in the Black Stone area, and the 'Black Bull' is haunting nearby. Do you need to notify the teams to be more vigilant?"

"'Hei Niu'?" Nuliang Liban raised his eyebrows and found it interesting, "Why is it called this? What is the origin of that guy?"

A certain blond headless ghost coughed lightly, as if he was quite ashamed, "Hey, no one has reported its origin. I heard from the monsters I met before that the guy was dressed in black, silent and moody. The omen strikes, but it is as powerful as a bull and extremely powerful, so it is called a 'black bull'."

"Oh~" Nuliang Liban prolonged the end, closed one eye and smiled: "Listen to you, this guy seems to be a green-faced, long-toothed, three-headed and six-armed strong man. Is he at the same level as Qingtianfang?"

Suzuru shook his head, "There is no more information, Nidaime."

Nuliang Liban said "hey", he touched his chin with a careless face, "Well, speaking of which, I'm going to deliver flour to Dengwu Buckwheat in Heishi District tonight, and I'll try my luck if I can meet that Guy."

Shoumu frowned and looked at him disapprovingly, "Secondaime, you can't..."

"Well, I didn't hear anything." Nuliang Liban interrupted Shouwu's nagging effortlessly, "Shouwu, you are really getting more and more old!"

Shouwu: "..." He can hit the second generation with his head, how can he be repaired!

Naturally, a night trip for a bad second-generation purpose will not be canceled by the persuasion of the head. First, I will go to Dengwu Buckwheat to deliver flour, eat a bowl of signature soba noodles, and finally go to the Kuroishi area for a walk home. This plan is perfect!

As for the "black cow" problem... well, if you can meet it, just meet for a while, this is not a problem.

However, if Nuliang Liban could understand the true meaning of the saying "nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory", he should not think so.In other words, encountering Mo Wuchang was really an unexpected human tragedy that was reasonable and reasonable in the legend.

"My name is Mo Wuchang." The girl in black told me with a pretty face, "Well, I'm a ghost."

"Well, I'm also a ghost, a slippery ghost." Nuliang Liban smiled and said, "What the hell are you?"

Mo Wuchang: "...a lonely ghost."

Nuliang Liban looked down silently, "What's the matter with the girl's shadow? Ghosts don't have a real body." He pointed to the black shadow that followed Mo Wuchang's feet faithfully, and the smirk on his lips deepened .

Such convincing evidence is simply irrefutable, and with the vicious mentality of teasing and teasing this girl, Nu Liang Liwan wants to see how Mo Wuchang will answer next.

But who would have thought that what he met was Mo Wuchang, an idiot, and Mo Wuchang answered him with a serious face, "Because I am a very powerful ghost, the very powerful kind."

Nuliang Liban: "..." He was speechless, okay, okay, the ghost girl is the ghost girl.He laughed, and lit the cherry blossom lantern that Mo Wuchang put on the table, "Looking at the signature under the lantern, I thought the ghost girl's name was 'Xu'."

Mo Wuchang looked at the pattern on the lower right corner of the lantern and blinked suddenly, oh!It turns out that the pattern on the lantern is the word "Xu" in Axu's name!Mo Wuchang didn't recognize all Chinese characters before his death, and now he is even more quasi-literate. At best, he can understand basic words such as "Twenty-eight", "Buckwheat Noodles", "Tea House", and "Tavern". I don't understand anything.

I heard from the master that those who are really knowledgeable and wise don't bother wielding knives and guns, and they really don't need that.For example, she has practiced marksmanship hard for more than ten years, and she can pick ten out of ten.It is possible for a counselor to make a plan. It is said that "in the midst of strategizing, a decisive victory is achieved thousands of miles away." Sometimes a good plan can save thousands of lives.Even if he was as cunning as he met some charlatans, he would not dare to underestimate him, let alone a fool like her.

Alas, that makes sense.

Thinking about it, Mo Er looked at Nuliang Liban with a trace of reverence in his eyes.

Nuliang Liban felt inexplicably terrified at the sight: "I said ghost girl, your eyes are very strange."

Mo Wuchang: "I just think you must be very smart."

Nuliang Liban: "..." Although he also thinks he is very smart, but this is too thoughtless!

Let's pick up the logic,

According to Mo Wuchang's thinking, a counselor = a wise person, a wise person = a learned person, and a learned person = a literate person.Nuliang Koipan can read, so he must be very smart!

Under the yellowish candlelight of the noodle shop, a black-haired young man was talking eloquently, and the black-haired girl sitting next to him forgot to eat noodles.

The hot water boiled and made a gurgling sound, and the noodles in the room were filled with fragrance. The old man yelled again, "Come here, take a look, the hot soba noodles~"

"Ghost girl, slippery ghosts are not a kind of ghosts, but monsters."

Accompanied by all this, the young man slowly muttered: "Well, let me think about the story about slippery ghosts."

"long, long ago,