Chapter 788 Banquet (5000 Words, One Chapter Short)

Since coming out of Huanggang Village, Yang Jian has been a little worried.

It wasn't because there were two evil ghosts on his body that might revive, nor was it because after he came back a few days ago, his mother called him to tell him that he dreamed of his father.

On the contrary, after all the life safety issues were resolved, his temper became much better than before.

For example, Wu Yue from that company, Yang Jian, who was in a good mood, did not kill this guy, nor did he have any conflict with Wang Xiaoming over the issue of file deletion. The process was completed by paying the money and delivering the goods.

The exchange and cooperation between the two was very pleasant. Wang Xiaoming didn't even know that Yang Jian planned to secretly kill his brother Wang Xiaoqiang.

‘What should I give Meng Tianzun as a wedding gift? ’

‘Fangzheng said it would be fine to send some local products, but I can’t possibly send a fierce ghost over. ’

Yang Jian was eating ice cream and thinking seriously when he suddenly heard a burst of noise and wailing. He looked up at the emergency exit floor, which read 'Fifteenth Floor'.

"Almost walked by."

He put his feet down on the steps, turned and walked into the 15th floor of the office building. The entire floor seemed to have lost power and was dark, like a fire that was shrouded in a blue-black haze, but it was not choking at all. Pungent smell of smoke.

The surrounding environment is being affected, but it is not a ghost, it can only be regarded as a prototype.

crackling

The windows were smashed to pieces.

"Don't move if you don't want to die, just stand there."

Yang Jian's voice was loud, but the scene was still turbulent. He took a bite of the ice cream and did not repeat it.

There were some bloodstains on the ground, and through the haze, a group of employees could be vaguely seen near the glass curtain wall on the flat floor. There were also people who kept backing away and were hesitating whether to jump.

With one exception.

There was a young man who was enveloped in a thicker haze, standing numbly in front of the group of office workers. When he noticed Yang Jian's approach, he turned his head to reveal his dark and empty eyes.

His skin was blue-black, with an inexplicable gloom and chill, and he was staring directly at Yang Jian.

It was the ghost baby that ran out of Zhou Zheng's belly and was not yet fully grown.

"I searched for you all night but couldn't find you. In the end, I had to stay here in this area."

With incomplete information and no confidence, he would not meddle in other people's business to catch ghosts.

But Yang Jian, who knew the future in advance and analyzed the events from the third person, understood that today is the day when it is easiest to seal the source ghost baby. If he misses it and allows it to grow, it will bring trouble to himself.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Jian chewed the ice cream cone and swallowed it. The golden seal between his eyebrows cracked, revealing a scarlet ghost eye. The ghost shadow under his feet instantly expanded and opened several other ghost eyes.

In an instant, red light enveloped the entire floor.

The haze was dispelled, Yang Jian took out a three-pointed two-edged knife and a golden coffin and looked at the ghost baby: "Would you like to see another one?"

With a flash of red light, the ghost baby was directly nailed to the wall, gradually disintegrating into a black haze under the invasion of ghost shadows.

After doing all this, Yang Jian confirmed that the source ghost had no other derivative ghost babies in the city. A road paved with red light went directly through the street to the blocked No. 7 Middle School.

After a while.

Yang Jian walked out dragging a gold coffin weighing several tons.

He thought for a moment and pulled out a piece of neatly folded dark brown human skin paper with black twisted writing floating on it:

"My name is Yang Jian."

"What happened to you?"

Should I give this thing as a gift? Anyway, human skin paper is not of much use to me now.

It's the same human skin, the same school. Look at the human skin scripture in Fang Zheng's hand. It can also automatically catch ghosts and fight monsters. When it's done, it can also upgrade the skills and practice the fake ones into reality.

"How about asking the boss to help you strengthen it?"

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The writing on the human skin paper was blurred for a while and then strangely turned into a mess of symbols. After a moment, it suddenly fell silent, and then a new string of writing appeared at an extremely fast speed:

"My name is Yang Jian. I am still alive when you read this sentence. I know the future in advance through some strange ways, but now I can't go to certain places, so I still need the help of human skin paper."

"The premise is that I must have full trust in the human skin paper in my hand, and do not modify the human skin paper without authorization, and do not do unnecessary things."

"Quite smart." Yang Jian shook the paper: "You should know what I want now."

Immediately afterwards, the writing disappeared and reappeared:

"My name is Yang Jian. I plan to go to the ghost post office later. The specific location is at. Although ghost dreams and ghost post offices are not things I should contact now, with the help of human skin paper, I am sure to get what I want. Like that dog.”

Of course, Yang Jian did not completely believe the information given by the human skin paper.

If he wants to quickly improve his strength, collecting the ghost puzzle pieces will allow him to master the powerful power of rules in a very short time.

Moreover, heaven does not allocate dogs, so I have to bring one of my own.

He does not want to become a fat man in one go, but to improve to the point where he can have a certain ability to protect himself in other worlds, and at the same time, he can save resources for himself, thereby achieving a virtuous cycle of controlling ghosts and practicing cultivation.

There is a prerequisite for doing these things, that is, you have a way to deal with the dangers of the ghost post office.

"The evil ghost who trained the ghost boy has been obtained, the rest"

"Yang Jian? Why is it you?!"

The visitor was Zhao Kaiming, the head of Interpol in Dachang City. When he saw Yang Jian coming out of the security room with a gold coffin behind him, his expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"As a citizen of Dachang City, I naturally have the responsibility and obligation to deal with these dangerous factors. No need to thank me, just send me a banner in two days."

Yang Jian looked like an enthusiastic citizen.

He knew that this guy had a wishing ghost, but the mechanism of that thing was too strong. If possible, Yang Jian didn't want to fall out with Zhao Kaiming now.

At present, the starving ghost incident has been solved by him in advance, and Zhao Kaiming cannot make any trouble in a short time.

"Let's go, Officer Zhao." Yang Jian waved his hand, and the golden coffin disappeared immediately.

When Zhao Kaiming saw this, his eyes suddenly became gloomy and crazy: "I am the person in charge of Dachang City. You should leave the sealed ghosts to me for safekeeping."

He had no time to worry about how Yang Jian did it and where he got so much gold. He only had one thought at the moment.

‘The source ghost must be left behind! ’

Zhao Kaiming stretched out his hand to stop Yang Jian, but his chest was suddenly hit and he flew backwards.

"Very good, you dare to attack the Interpol!" Zhao Kaiming looked at the hole in his chest, feeling happy instead of angry, and shouted loudly:

"Wang Yue, Wang Xiaoqiang, you can come here and help me take down this dangerous person!"

"Hey, you guys are hanging out together today, aren't you discussing how to deal with me?" Yang Jian glanced at the eight people who got out of several luxury cars outside the street blockade. He was not nervous.

"Yang Jian blatantly resisted law enforcement, attempted to take away the ghosts under surveillance, and even attacked me. You all saw it." Zhao Kaiming's wounds are healing.

He has merged with the wishing ghost and is an existence that cannot be killed by external objects.

"I saw it." Wang Xiaoqiang said with a bit of teasing: "I will help you handle the case."

Wang Yue said vigilantly: "Your affairs have nothing to do with me."

"I'll give you a reason. You killed Yan Li's family, and I will kill you to avenge them."

Yang Jian glanced around: "It's amazing how many people there are?"

He pulled out three paper figures and lit them. The flames expanded and three illusory figures emerged.

"Hurry up, I have to find my dog."

Yang Jian looked at the stunned people across from him and took out a few more gold coffins: "By the way, this is my eldest cousin Yang Jian, second cousin Yang Erlang, and third cousin Yang Yan."

[The banquet is the most indispensable special experience in Gensokyo.

Time came to the early morning of the winter moon, and Chef Emiya, the cooking immortal, began to concentrate on a busy state, using the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, heaven, earth and universe to create a festive taste]

"Um, can you not explain it on the side?"

Emiya Shirou stopped kneading the dough and looked aside dullly: "I remember that these TV programs were all dubbed in the post-production process."

Su Lin pressed the pause button on the video and said, "I'm afraid I'll forget about it after filming. Did you know that "Fuyuki on the Bite of the Tongue" has many fans?"

"Isn't it the food of the Emiya family?" Emiya Shirou complained.

He had previously wondered why he could see his own cooking instruction video on the All Worlds Password, and it was also a paid course.

He exhaled, took the dough aside to ferment, and then borrowed Shi Hao's medicine cauldron to pour in the fresh cream made from the milk of some wild ferocious beast, and threw in a piece of deep celestial light fragment to seal the medicine cauldron. Leave protection behind.

Finally, use the sword that can tear the universe apart to stir it up evenly and beat it until it has a consistency similar to yogurt.

"What are you doing with my king's sword of deviation!?"

"That's part of the universe. There's no way to mix it with the ingredients without borrowing the Noble Phantasm."

Emiya Shirou tried his best to control the firing frequency that could tear apart time and space, and replied with difficulty: "And this one belongs to me, not you, it was projected by me."

"You have been planning this for so long, and you are struggling to cook this kind of food. Haven't your strength returned to one ten thousandth of what it was before?!" Gilgamesh crossed his arms and said in disappointment:

"I also want to see you use your full strength to perform sword moves that can suppress the long river of time in all realms."

puff.

Illya covered her mouth with both hands, her body trembling slightly, as if she was trying to hold back her laughter.

Emiya Shirou's face instantly turned red. He turned around and shouted, "Please don't say such nonsense! It's so shameful! Just go and sit over there and wait for the meal!"

"Huh?" Gilgamesh didn't know why.

But soon, without outside interference, the ingredients underwent astonishing changes in Shirou Emiya's hands. Phenomenons such as the ocean, sky, dragons and phoenixes also appeared when his kitchen utensils passed over the ingredients.

When the cake is baking, it feels like being in a wheat field, when the fat of the meat reacts with the flame, it's like a volcano is erupting, and even the raw fish meat under the kitchen blade will have fish swirling around.

The food is not even ready yet, but just smelling it and seeing the process makes my body feel satisfied.

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Not to mention that when the layers of cream were applied on the cake, the stars shone, the colors intertwined, and the frost and mist kept flying. Finally, it actually flew out of the mirror and turned into reality, forming a group of interstellar gas and dust. composed of columnar structure.

It is the cradle of stars and a magnificent sight of the universe.

"Pillar of Creation Cake, completed." The light from Emiya Shirou's hands extinguished, and the food system also reminded him that he would not receive any rewards for this over-the-top cooking.

At the torii gate outside the shrine, Lu Mingfei, who had just returned, was taking excited photos with Eri, who was wearing a shrine maiden costume.

Hakurei Reimu's hands suddenly dropped. She didn't care about the branches and brooms that fell on the ground, nor did she care that there was another "shrine maiden" in Gensokyo. Instead, she looked at these "foods" as if she was wandering in the sky.

At some point, the snow on the cliff of Hakurei Shrine had melted, and the cherry trees had grown new buds, even though it was only winter.

"It's amazing." Iwamori looked up at the "cake" that was constantly expanding and rising, and gently scooped a little with his fingers and put it in his mouth, with a glow in his eyes.

He fumbled in his sleeves for a while, ran to Shirou Emiya and put down a ball of white light:

"The multiverse I created some time ago, if you can't use it, you can use it to cook."

Shirou Emiya opened his mouth, and he looked at Iwamori in a daze, only to see that the other person's eyes were full of expectations.

"Master Yansen, I can't cook this kind of food."

"What a pity."

The expectation in Yansen's eyes was dashed.

I don't understand what's wrong with this person at all. You should be more responsible for the world you created!

There is no place to cut this kind of thing. Even the sword of separation can't crush it.

"In the words of the cultivators, if you eat it, you will explode and die." Song·Death Resistance·Shuhang silently complained: "I still remember that multiverse was stuffed into Senior Su Lin's body."

As soon as the voice fell.

"Can't you say it another way?" Su Lin's eyelids jumped, and he looked at Song Shuhang: "Where did the squirrel on your shoulder come from?"

"I picked it up at the Hakurei Shrine. It's destined for me. I plan to take it back as a spiritual pet and let this little guy inherit my Taoist name in the future." Song Shuhang patted the squirrel's head with a smile:

"Senior Su Lin, you see, it's not afraid of people at all. Isn't it very spiritual?"

"Why does it look stupid?" Su Lin poked the squirrel's head with his index finger: "Let's call it Sandy. This name is smart. Maybe it can become a scientist in the empire in the future."

"Hello~Sandy, do you want to go catch jellyfish and blow Yog bubbles together?"

This is not Bikini Bottom, Senior Su Lin, and this squirrel is a male squirrel.

Wait, why is it Yog bubbles?

"This is related to the question of how Patrick eats."

"Mind reading?"

"I don't want to say the next sentence. You should have a little Hercules in your heart."

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If it weren't for the high cost of the scrapped resurrection magic tool and the fact that he owed Senior Bai a lot of spiritual stones, Song Shuhang would have had the urge to immediately place an order for the potion.

"This bottle of witch potion is for you."

The spring that appeared briefly because of the cooking made the climate in this area slightly warmer, but Song Shuhang was still messy in the wind.

The preparations for the banquet were almost complete. Only a tripod was left on the ground. It was filled with water and Yao Lao's special hot pot base, and Xiao Yan started a fire underneath.

Raw meat, vegetables, spiritual fruits. When these were also placed, the diners watching nearby had already swallowed them with difficulty countless times.

"It seems that something is missing." Ye Fan lowered his head and thought.

"Indeed, I wouldn't have discovered it if you hadn't told me." Xiao Yan frowned and raised his chin to think: "Is it crucial?"

"Very crucial."

Several people looked at Su Lin as if they had suddenly realized something.

"I quit drinking."

"Why don't you quit sex?"

"Why are you pretending? Hurry up and get the wine out!"

Su Lin shook his head helplessly.

This bunch of drunkards should go get checked for alcohol addiction. In my current situation, drinking is 100% a loss of money and health. It's better to drink tea.

"What a joke?!" Gilgamesh slammed the table and stood up: "Such delicacies must be matched with fine wine!"

The King's Treasure opened its door, and in the golden space ripples, pots of God-era wine from the Canghui Galaxy fell on the table, as well as the "wine" treasures that have appeared in the history of the universe.

"You are worthy of being the Hero King!"

"So generous!"

"I have changed my mind about you! Come on, let's go!"

It can be seen that the Hero King likes this, especially the 'Devourer of All Worlds' in his eyes, so even the wine brewed by the 'God of Wine' in various mythological systems appeared.

"Fellow Daoist Iwamori, I'll trouble you later. Although they are sensible, they may be a little over the line after getting drunk." Zhongli put down the drawings in his hand and said.

"Of course." Iwamori nodded with a smile.

Not long after the wine and food were served, several more people came to Hakurei Shrine, including the Su Lin team of doctors invited to Eiengei, as well as Kamishizawa Keiin and Fujiwara Mohong from Terakoya, but there was also an uninvited ghost girl.

"I thought I was coming to your place because spring has arrived. You're having a party but you didn't invite me?" Suika looked around and said, "Uh, what's up with all this wine?!"

"The people Kaguya brought are planning to use the shrine to hold a wedding." Reimu didn't have the heart to elaborate with the other party, but was caught in the illusion of clothes bursting and sea bream falling from the sky.

"Since you're here, let's go together." Kaguya greeted with a smile.

The open-air kitchen was busy. There was enough food. It was nothing more than adding a set of bowls and chopsticks for each additional person. The familiar ghost tribe over there quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the party.

It was just that Shirou Emiya felt that he was probably too tired. He always remembered the dishes that were served according to the number of people, and inexplicably missed one or two portions.

[Irena: "No time! So annoying! It's all your fault!"]

"Blame me?" Su Lin glanced at Irena's reply, closed the chat group and looked at Huiyin who was walking beside him. The other party was holding a stack of books.

"Thank you for your invitation. This is some historical information about the mythological era and legends." Huiyin handed the book to Meng Qi.

He opened it and saw that the ink on it was still fresh. It was the information handwritten in the past two days.

"There are some more that will be handed over to you in a few days."

"Thank you."

Meng Qi didn't say too much. He needed this thing right now.

"Legends?" Kaguya put a turkey drumstick on Meihong's plate, and came over to ask curiously: "Why do you collect these?"

"He has another inheritance." Su Lin turned a page and looked at the relevant information about [Tianxiang Xiangbei Male God/Tianjin Wengxing/Lucifer] on it:

"Divide according to authority and origin."

"That's right, it's the same for me, right?" Kaguya thought for a while, pointed at Yonglin, and said with a little show-off:

"Yonglin is also recorded in mythology. He is the god of thinking, wisdom and medicine."

"What about you? The girl in the bamboo?"

"That's just a true story in Japan." Kaguya looked up at the sky and thought for a moment, then said:

"Before this, I was born on the moon but was born because of the sun. It's not quite right to say that I am the god of the moon. Let me think, using your Eastern mythology to describe it is probably"

"Taiyin?"

Meng Qi: "?"

Su Lin: "?"