People in hell, boss four seasons

Of course, this is just Yakumo Zi's joke, and the Yokai Sage certainly wouldn't be willing to use his shikigami as a bargaining chip.

"What if I... agree?"

Wen Yao keenly caught the expression on Yakumo Zi's face froze for a moment.

"Food and lodging are included, and my wife is given away for free. Such a life is not as comfortable as living in hell."

Wen Yao boldly threw the bag containing the hagfish on the table.

"This hell, no matter what!"

Hagfish: Do you think you are very humorous?

Unsurprisingly, the scene fell into a cold spot. Although he knew that Wen Yao was joking again, no matter how he picked it up, he felt that he was at a disadvantage. The monster sage felt unspeakably aggrieved.

"Ala, Ala, what do you think of Gensokyo?"

Really changed the subject very abruptly...

However, Wen Yao didn't say this sentence again, otherwise it would very likely make the old woman on the opposite side angry.

but……

"If I say that Gensokyo is not good, maybe a certain youkai sage will be eyeing me."

Wen Yao said half jokingly and half seriously.

"I don't know much about Gensokyo yet, but there are shrine maidens like Hakurei Shrine and monsters like you to manage it, as well as monsters like Rumia and Keyin-sensei... and Miss Crow, who is secretly filming over there..."

Wen Yao chuckled, and the next moment the camera in Sheming Maruwen's hand was in his hand.

"This Gensokyo will definitely not be boring..."

Chapter 30 Charcoal grilled crow tengu is preparing

"A monster sage meets a mysterious man late at night, and the other party is suspected to be a married man. Is it a distortion of human nature, or a loss of morality..."

Turning to the latest page of the booklet, the first line that came into view was such eye-catching characters, Wen Yao's eyebrows twitched, he closed the notebook, and stopped planning to continue reading.

I feel like my blood pressure is going up.

He spread the thumb and middle finger of his right hand, respectively pressed the temples on both sides of his forehead, and massaged slowly. There should be no need for such news.

Hurry up and destroy it.

Sheming Maruwen, who was approaching, widened his eyes, watching helplessly as his pamphlet was wiped out in Wen Yao's hands.

……

Seeming to be very dangerous, She Meimaruwen struggled to swallow the large amount of saliva secreted by the nervous stimulation of the salivary glands.

But the camera is still in the hands of the other party, and he is the fastest in Gensokyo, so there should be no problem.

Yatengu itself is a very fast-flying race, and as one of the best monsters among Yatengu, Shemeimaruwen, who can manipulate the wind, can even escape the pursuit of the gap when he is serious, even if Yakumo Zi meets her sometimes I can only admit that I am unlucky.

This is her confidence to still want to snatch the camera back from Wen Yao.

Even though he didn't know how his camera fell into the other party's hands, Wenwen still didn't stop thinking about it. After all, a camera is a reporter's most important property, and a reporter who lost his camera is no different from a salted fish.

Although there was a failure case before, but at that time it was only because of his inability to use the ability that he was succeeded by the opponent. Sheming Maruwen comforted himself in his heart, and the figure falling from a height quickly approached Wen Yao and Wen Yao with the help of the wind. Yakumo Zi's seat.

"There should be no need for such a reporter..."

Wen Yao indicated to Yakumo Zi, who was sitting opposite, that it would be better to teach the big monster in Gensokyo the permission of the creator in front of him.

"Well, as long as the internal struggles in Gensokyo are not too outrageous, we won't care about them."

Saying this way means that Yakumo Zi has recognized Wen Yao's identity as a resident of Fantasy Township.

"Then the matter is much simpler... My cooking skills are not bad. I wonder if Ms. Yakumo has the appetite to taste the charcoal-grilled crow tengu tonight."

It is really not a problem for Wen Yao to make a roasted tengu on the spot with the ready-made workbench, as long as he borrows Mystia's cart and tools.

While speaking, the front of Sheming Maruwen's right hand has already touched the camera that Wen Yao held in his hand. It only takes a second for her to take her own camera and run away from the mountain of monsters. As long as she accelerates with all her strength, even Yakumo Zi can't catch up with her in such an empty sky.

Of course, the premise of the above fantasy is that she can successfully get back the camera from Wen Yao.

"Hey, you guys can't catch me..."

At the moment when his right hand touched the camera, Sheming Maruwen had already imagined in his mind Wen Yao's distraught expression after the camera was taken away by him. Got to the other end.

"Huh? Where's the camera? I'm obviously holding it in my arms... huh? Why do I feel so much lighter?"

When She Ming Maruwen turned around to laugh at Wen Yao, she realized that she was empty-handed, and for some reason, she felt that her body was much lighter.

"Oh? Grilled tengu?"

Yakumo Zi licked her lips, looked at Wenwen's body lying on the table with a very interested look.

"Miss Boss, can I borrow your barbecue station? I will pay according to the rented time!"

"Yes, Mr. Wen Yao will use it now?"

Mystia lifted the curtain behind her and poked her head out from the side of the booth.

There were no new customers coming, and Yeque didn't mind lending his booth to Wen Yao temporarily.

As for what Wen Yao wants to bake, that's not what the proprietress needs to care about.

"Hey! Disrespectful guy, put my body down!"

Yatengu's attitude towards human beings is quite friendly, and it can even be described as bad. Wen Wen's attitude towards Wen Yao, who is moving his body, is extremely bad.

However, she will soon realize how arrogant she is now, and how miserable she will be later.

"It's quite heavy..."

Wen Yao only thought that the shouts in his ears were no different from the air, completely ignoring Shemei Maruwen's almost crazy reaction, and leaned Yatengu's body against the side of the cart.

This is the ability he learned from his experience as the god of death in hell. It can temporarily separate the soul and body of the living. The time for stripping depends on the strength of the target. A big monster like Xiang Wenwen will actually be released from this state in a short time, but if her body loses vital signs in this state, her soul will naturally become a lonely ghost.

"I want to process the ingredients a little bit first. I wonder if there are any suitable tools for the proprietress?"

While Wen Yao was moving the ingredients, Mystia quickly cleaned up the countertops of the entire barbecue stand, and the busy voice stopped because of Wen Yao's voice.

"Is this kind of scissors okay for handling ingredients?"

Under the moonlight, the scissors in Mystia's hands were glowing coldly, and only some blood stains and fingerprints were left on the handle of the scissors. This is a necessary tool for Mystia when handling hagfish or other ingredients for barbecue.

Wen Yao took the scissors from Mystia, and tried to make gestures around Wenwen.

This action made Wenwen look like a dead soul. Although he didn't know what state he was in now, if his body was roasted by Wen Yao, then he would definitely not survive. On major matters related to his family and life, Wenwen was as cowardly as ever.

"Hey! You won't really roast me..."

Especially seeing the scissors in Wen Yao's hands poking the connection between the wings and his body from time to time, Wenwen felt waves of fear hitting his mind. Although he didn't feel it personally, he saw his body being used by others with his own eyes. The knife was pointed at him but he had no ability to fight back, and the creepy feeling came to his heart one after another.

If she had known that this guy was so terrifying, she should have run as far as she could.

After confirming that Wen Yao did not intend to pay attention to him, Wen Wen turned his gaze to Yakumo Zi who was sitting not far away.

"Hey, youkai sage-sama, if something happens to me here, you won't be able to explain it to the demon, right...I, Shemeimaruwen, use all the integrity of my journalist career to guarantee that I will never do illegal things to anyone in the Yakumo family. Shoot, see if you can let Mr. Wen..."

A flattering smile appeared on Wenwen's face, disobedient to the previous arrogant voice, and became humbled.

"Are you sure that Lingjiu Yilin will come forward to protect you?"

Yakumo Zi looked at the embarrassing expression on Wenwen's face playfully.

"I don't think you have forgotten what was reported in your newspaper two days ago..."

Yakumo Zi casually took out a few newspapers delivered to Lost Home two days ago from the gap. Almost no one could find the location of Yakumo Mansion in Gensokyo, so the daily "Benwen".The daily newspapers are delivered to the Lost House, and then brought back to Yakumo Residence by Orange.

"Tsk! It's really caring, the ghost mountain celestial demon Kuirin's unknown side, the 3-meter celestial demon is actually only 1 meters!"

At the bottom of the newspaper is a pair of drawings for comparison. On the left is a majestic and majestic Omen with a height of 3m, and on the right is the exact value marked "clogs 100cm, hat 50cm, body 150cm".

Chapter 31 The Court Master of Baiyulou

Of course, in the end, Wen Yao did not really make Shemei Maruwen into a charcoal-grilled crow tengu, but just cut off a few feathers symbolically, and hung her body over the teppanyaki for a few weeks, which can be regarded as leaving an unforgettable memory for her.

"We thought you were really going to roast that nasty crow tengu..."

Zi Yakumo leisurely watched this farce which was not considered a farce. After all, only Wenwen was really making trouble, which did not affect Zi Yakumo's mood of watching the fun at all.

The number of customers at the barbecue booth gradually increased. Because the booth was occupied for a long time, some customers were a little impatient, but they dared not make a sound because of the presence of the monster sage. Wen Yao returned the booth to Misty Ya, and paid off the balance with double the rent before returning to the seat.

The salary of being the god of death in the right and wrong hall is very high, and the money is less than one-tenth of Wen Yao's monthly salary.

"Spells have a limited duration... Besides, I don't want to provoke any enemies in Gensokyo without knowing it."

Wen Yao rolled his eyes at Yakumo Zi.

When Master Shiji came to Gensokyo and passed by Youkai Mountain for the first time, he mentioned that the leader of Yatengu, Reibato Irin, is a big monster that is not easy to mess with. The specific strength may not reach the level of the monster sage in front of him, but he will never be too weak.

"Just roasted the other party because of false reports, how cruel I am in your eyes..."

Wen Yao waved his hand speechlessly, no longer intending to pay attention to the evil taste of the monster sage.

"Also, if I really wanted to roast that Miss Crow just now, you should be the first one to stop me."

Ordinary little monsters died as soon as they died, and Zi Yakumo didn't even bother to look at the monsters that violated the regulations that Hakurei Miko expelled.

But the big monsters are different. For the ecology of the big barrier, any big monster is a weight to maintain the internal balance of the barrier. Once there is a serious death or injury, the fragile balance that has been painstakingly managed by her and the Hakurei priestesses over the years needs to be readjusted. This is unacceptable to Yakumo Zi, who is a monster sage.

"Ala, ala, how could it be, we are the victims of that unscrupulous reporter, how could we stop you~"

Yakumo Zi blocked the fan in front of her, stood up with a chuckle, and the gap behind her continued to widen.

"We're going home, Wan Lan will come to urge me, brother, are you interested in visiting our house?"

Yakumo Zi extended an invitation to Wen Yao.

"Well, let's visit again if you have time in the future. I have to go back first, and Master Siji's fried shrimp will really be cold later."

Wen Yao politely declined Yakumo Zi's invitation, and he would not easily step into other people's territory until he was sure that the other party had completely eliminated their hostility towards him.

There is deep darkness in the gap, and pairs of red eyes can be vaguely seen in the void.

It was naked malice, a collection of tyranny, insidiousness, ferocity, and even all the darkness in the world.

Ordinary human beings will feel serious discomfort just by looking at it, and if it is more serious, the san value will plummet, and they will become mentally disturbed until they are completely swallowed by the boundless darkness.

Wen Yao still wanted to take a closer look. The composition of the gap was very strange. When encountering something he couldn't understand, Wen Yao always hoped to learn more about it. However, Yakumo Zi didn't give Wen Yao the opportunity to investigate further. Two black lines closed into a gap from both ends of the gap, and finally disappeared in the air.

It wasn't until Yakumo Zi left that the surrounding discussions overwhelmed Little Broken Bone's singing again. Wen Yao didn't care what they said, and walked far away with the hagfish that had been completely cooled and the fried shrimp that still had a little bit of heat.

------Dividing line------

The underworld and hell are connected, and the innocent dead will be transferred to the underworld by the god of death.

Wen Yao chose to detour from the underworld to the Hall of Right and Wrong, without the necessary ferry link, which can save a lot of time.

The underworld of Gensokyo is under the jurisdiction of the Hall of Right and Wrong, but it is undeniable that this is an independent world. Like hell, there is no distinction between day and night, and the sky is gray. If you are in a room, it will be night if you close the curtains, and it will be day when you turn on the lights.

Of course, the concepts of day and night are the same for ghosts living in the underworld. Before ghosts become Buddhas or reincarnate, they are spirit bodies that do not need to rest.

I heard from Ms. Komachi that the underworld was originally a very small realm, but with the saturation of the heavens, there are more and more ghosts in the underworld who are restricted from becoming Buddhas. After the failed attempt, Master Siji personally expanded the territory of the underworld.

The underworld endowed with rules began to expand continuously, until now, the scope of the known underworld has exceeded the limits of the jurisdiction of the Hall of Right and Wrong in hell.

"Well……"

The corners of his eyes felt a burst of coolness, and the aroma of cherry blossoms lingered at the tip of Wen Yao's nose.

Cherry blossoms everywhere are the most unique scenery in the underworld. Yuyuko Saigyouji, the owner of Baiyulou, seems to have a special liking for cherry blossoms. These cherry blossoms that bloom all year round are planted by her attendant, Youmu.

"Maybe it has something to do with the withered cherry tree in the middle."

That is not an ordinary cherry tree, but the sealed monster Saigyo.

Wen Yao, who didn't know the inside story, randomly guessed about the life of the owner of Baiyulou.

But I heard that Yuyuko Saigyouji is a good friend of Yakumo Zi, and the relationship between the two is unclear, so it's not his turn to worry about these things.

"Senior Wen Yao!"

"Well?"

Wen Yao looked into the distance, and saw a young girl in her teens, dressed in white hair and green dress, holding the White House Sword horizontally in her hand, gesticulating towards the cherry blossom tree.

"It's Youmu, are you practicing swordsmanship here again?"

As the all-round gardener of Baiyulou, the gardener is only an insignificant part of the work. As a motivated little girl, even in the pruning work, she still does not forget to hone her sword skills.