MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 76

There was an unbelievable gossip in the eastern demon circle. Many big demons of the party are now running in the human world.

No one believed it at first, but after a few months, these gossips were like wildfire spreading unstoppable, and many people began to doubt it.

If this is fake, why don't those big bosses kill those goblins who spread rumors?

If this is true, who has the ability to instruct a group of big demons?

But there is no return.

This place is even more mysterious and scary.

The night tavern in Qingchuan opens at half past eleven.

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

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

the hole, drilled out half of the toe.

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

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

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, "I heard that there is a tavern run by monsters here. When a red lantern appears in the mist, open the door and you will arrive. It's just that there are powerful monsters in it, so take it easy. The little demon dare not approach."

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

"Here I am, there are monsters that can kill you with just one finger, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid of one death, I've died once, what else is there to be afraid of?" The middle-aged man walked over slowly, he sat on the round stool, and a stiff expression appeared on his face With a smile, "Here, can you exchange stories for wine, and can you exchange knowledge for wine?"

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

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

"Oh, that's probably just a little better, not so serious. There are always tougher and more 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 studied mathematics. When I was young, I followed my father to study abroad. When I go back to the country, I study and teach at the same time. My wife always says that I am a fool to study mathematics and not understand the world. People are too stupid, and sometimes they want bad things.”

Qingchuan said nothing during this period and listened to his story quietly, he poured a cup of tea, the brown bamboo tube exuded a faint aroma of bamboo tea.

"Comrade manager, I don't know the meaning of my existence. I want to serve the motherland, but the motherland doesn't need me. I want to take care of my wife, but she is involved in her premature death. I want to Raising the child, but making her an orphan and being treated slowly by relatives. Day after day, year after year, bending her back under the disgust and abuse of others, she dare not cry, laugh, laugh, and live a humble life... But I can only watch, I can't do anything..."

The middle-aged man's eyes slowly turned red, "They live in my house and drive my daughter crazy, I am an incompetent father."

He took a deep breath, his tone became determined and eager, "You want stories, I have stories, and I have this useless knowledge. I have studied mathematics for half my life, you either ? If you want, just take it, it won't count as my learning for nothing."

"How can it be white learning? Mathematics is the foundation of all sciences. Although I don't understand it, I know that the more stable the foundation, the higher the building. Is it true that the great men in history were Does the times need it? Many people know that they have come after their writings are discovered. Wouldn’t it be a pity if you leave so quietly with all your knowledge. The cold winter will eventually pass, Night will be replaced by day."

Qingchuan finally spoke, his voice was as gentle as a cup of warm boiled water, "Will you not be unwilling to give up like this? Since there is nothing to lose, it is better to wait a moment, Don't fall in the darkest hour before dawn."

"I'm all dead, my only child is dead, it's all over. These things..."

The middle-aged man pointed his finger hard at his head and poked it several times, his expression was like despair, like anger, like a trapped beast, "What are these things? Use? Why not bring it to you. Take it all, take it away."

"...As you wish." Qing Chuan stretched out his hand, palm facing upwards, a virtual shadow turned from virtual to real, and finally condensed into a book.

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

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

The middle-aged man was still dumbfounded, looked at Qing Chuan, and hesitantly reached out to hold the cover of the book.

, and occasionally sigh.

He sees clearly, is this not himself?

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Teaching and learning.

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

The middle-aged man's blue veins burst out on the back of his hand, 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 is your memory, the memory cannot be taken away, I just extracted and copied it. I have heard an interesting saying that a person dies twice in his life, once his body dies , that is death in the material sense. Once it is forgotten, it is the real death. If you don’t think I am too busy, I will help you publish your writings during your lifetime, and you will also give yourself an explanation.”

"Will there really be dawn?"

"Yes."

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 late-night snack for me, small shrimp from the river, peeled a little, mixed with a little pork belly, an egg, and a little salt, It was mashed into a paste to make stuffing, the skin of the wonton was folded into the shape of a goldfish, and there were only a few grains of salt and a few chopped green onions in the soup. After decades, I almost forgot what that supper was like.”

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

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

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

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 sweet.

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

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

After a while, the steaming wontons were served from the small kitchen.

In the painted pottery with black patterns on a yellow background, a few chopped green onions and white wontons floated in the clear soup. The wontons are small in size, with only a little pink in the front showing the meat filling, and a flowing white dress dragging on the back, which looks like a small goldfish tail.

"Please slow down."

The middle-aged man held a hot bowl, scooped a wonton, resisted the hot bite, and the umami came out with the soup.

The familiar taste brought him back to the old days. He closed his eyes and seemed to be sitting in his small study, with the mathematical conjecture magazine he had brought back from abroad. , next to his lover, surrounded by ink and the smell of the kitchen.

"Oops, eat slowly, be careful of the scalding."

There seems to be a woman's gentle voice in my ear, with a little intimate coquettish anger.

The middle-aged man turned his head in astonishment, but saw his wife with neatly braided hair standing beside him, looking at him with gentle and tolerant eyes as always, "The child's I already know about it, it's not your fault."

"Sorry, sorry."

Tears burst in an instant.

Books for middle-aged people, Qingchuan published in the name of juniors.

About two months later, a middle-aged man with an intellectual atmosphere approached him. He wanted to see the author of this book, because the basic theory provided by this book helped him to confirm A century conjecture, he made a special trip to thank him, and hope to write his name on the paper.

"The man is gone." Qingchuan told him, "It was gone a few decades ago. At that time, people didn't agree with his theory, and they left in despair."

The middle-aged man was stunned, he wiped his face, "What 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 middle-aged people in front of people all over the world. He said that he had never met him, but after reading his book, he had already formed a friend, and he only hated that he was born at the wrong 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 were reincarnated together. Otherwise, seeing this scene now, it should be somewhat comforting."

"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 getting recognition is just the icing on the cake. Finally meeting you, and this tavern, Life is not too unfortunate."

"Yes, it is enough to have a confidant in life. When a lover is together, breathing is a joy, just like me today... Just looking at it, I feel happy in my heart." Qing Chuan held his face and looked at Wei Ge tenderly.

Wei Ge was stunned for a moment, tried his best to straighten his face, not letting his joy be too unbridled, and went to the kitchen hand in hand, "I'll clean it up."

"Promising." The live broadcast system, as always, despised its host.

Artisan System Haha: I suspect that my host is flirting with Han, but I have no evidence.

"The big guy is the big guy, these days are like opening up. It's been a long time since I saw him, and the big guy uses his mental power like his left and right hands. Look back at my host, Why didn't I want to bind him in the first place?"

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

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

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

The craftsman system is even more sour, it is indignant, why can't the host who studied so seriously at home encounter such **** luck?

The legend of the night tavern continues.

Not all guests are as harmless as middle-aged men, and sometimes there are malicious guests. Unable to talk, we had to fight, most of them were let go after a single beating, and a few were really full of evil, and some were beaten to the point of being blown away.

The mirror demon who was flying outside was caught and came back. This time it was really a bit too much. In a month, various circles exploded seven or eight times.

"Woo woo woo, master, next time I will definitely stop." The mirror demon was locked in a special enchantment and cried.

"There are rules for being a monster. If you don't follow the rules, you will be locked up." Qingchuan taught his own bear demon with a cold face.

With the passage of time, all kinds of enchantments are now broken, and if you go out in the middle of the night, you will see more ghosts than humans.

Not all monsters can live peacefully with humans, and some always make trouble.

As a local demon, Qingchuan is generally regarded as a deterrent and has to be managed.

He is already thinking about whether he should really create a 'yokai human affairs office', make a registration for all kinds of gods and ghosts, and then carry out WTO education on the concept of peace.

"A few super enchantments won't last long, so it's not too late."

Qingchuan's character is to do what he thinks, without waiting for the night.

He quickly arranged for an old man with high morals and a mild temperament to contact the human side, and he also arranged the venue and staff in full swing. The candidates were, of course, come out of the asylum.

In fact, there are not many monsters who want to have too much contact with human beings. They would rather shrink in their own rooms and sleep hard than come out to manage these trivial matters. Human dealings. Therefore, there were not too many staff selected at the beginning, and Qingchuan promised to pay more wages, that is, fine wine, so he reluctantly agreed.

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

The office has just been established, and everyone started to work when there was no office. As long as it involves monsters, it is their business scope.

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

How difficult is the living environment of paranormal workers! The working environment is not good, I am on call 24 hours a day, the salary is not stable and not high enough, and my life is in danger. Those who can persist are all generating electricity for love. As a result, there have been so many people who are fighting for jobs recently.

The Religious Association came to say something, and the office would all fight haha.

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, and it will hurt.

There is no benefit to dealing with it a few times like this. The monsters are old and experienced, and they even know many spells of human warlocks. They are simply living fossils. Humans have sufficient resources here, and you can handle all the bases and documents.

So after a few contacts, a few active people are ready to cooperate.

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

The main tasks of their firm include but are not limited to: finding jobs for unemployed goblins, re-issuing ID cards for black accounts, punishing goblins who violate laws and regulations, rewarding good demons and good deeds, The unlucky ghost reported the case, sent the stranded foreign demon, and the foreign affairs of the foreign demon...

For example, introduce the iron-eating beast to the zoo, let the fox go to the film and television industry, encourage the octopus to draw cartoons, and introduce the lark to a singing talent show...

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

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

Many foreign monsters are either forced or fleeing.

The former generally have a body, and most of them are antiques. If you can't send them, you have to give them a residence permit. The latter is pitiful, holding on to his legs and holding on to life and death. Seeing that he did not commit any crimes, he gave him a temporary residence permit, which can be transferred to a permanent one if he is in good condition.

Like the flat-headed brother, the white bear, the black mamba, and so on.

"A spirit made in this country, of course, is a monster in this country."

"Nonsense, is the ontology native? The bloodline is not right."

"What age still depends on the bloodline? You see, how much of the food we eat is from our own country? Your cats were only introduced in the Western Han Dynasty, and they are all imported , Saying that other people's blood is not right? Narrow!"

, noisy, noisy, what is there to be noisy? Such a simple thing is noisy for a long time?"

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

Yesterday I was caught by the unscrupulous master of Qingchuan and set up a barrier in the East China Sea. All the mana of the whole body was drained. Qingchuan also brought a bunch of wine to restore blood. After pressing it again, I feel like I am now a pile of bagasse that has been squeezed out of sugar juice.

I just want salted fish…

The discussion about whether foreign breeds of demons born locally are considered local demons is settled.

But the matter is not over, and there is 'how to arrange the overseas Chinese demon who wants to come back to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors? ', 'What about a demon who was born locally and then accidentally lives abroad? ', 'Whose is the little monster born here between the domestic monster and the foreign monster? 'Etc., etc…

Being a demon is really hard.