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"What, interested?"

Gafan turned his head and asked with a chuckle: "Speaking of which, Baixiu, do you have a sense of taste?"

"Hey hey hey."

"Um, I still don't understand."

He casually took out a slime bun from the storage space and floated it in front of the white men, still emitting heat and warmth.

"Here, food, remember not to assimilate."

"Hey? Hey!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, the sound of opening the door came, and Gafan didn't look back. He knew that a certain little lazy boy had woken up.

"Gafan."

Someone hugged him from behind, lazily put the weight on his body, and said in a soft voice: "I'm hungry."

"I know, breakfast is already being made."

Ling Chang used his chopsticks to fiddle with the almost-fried eggs, and Gafan used his free hand to gently touch the system's little head that poked out from his side.

"Today I have fried eggs, sliced ​​sausages, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge for breakfast."

"Is it tasty?"

"Um, I don't know. I'm pretty confident about fried eggs with instant noodles. This is the first time I've made preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

"Well, add more sugar to the porridge. I want to have dessert."

"Okay, but I added too much salt when frying the eggs."

Gafan casually replied that during his one-month adventure in Flying Squirrel's world, he would occasionally tell his boss that he wanted to try cooking when staying in a hotel, and he was happy to have some leisure time.

After all, give money.

It's just that at that time, he was a little too optimistic about the medieval kitchen conditions, the sanitation and smoke exhaust were rudimentary...

Sure enough, modern society is better.

"Ding dong——"

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Gafan was a little surprised by this. After all, it was only early in the morning and he didn't have many friends here.

Is it a milkman or a newspaper guy? He heard that there seems to be such a profession in Japan, but he doesn't know.

"System, help open the door, I can't get away now."

Gafan, whose head was occupied by two white beetles again, tried to flip the omelette while lowering his head and said: "And you should wear more clothes, you are only wearing an ill-fitting T-shirt, be careful of catching a cold. "

"I won't catch a cold."

The system looked like you are looking down on me too much. After hugging the other person for a while like a koala, the system trotted away in some big plush slippers.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Seeing this, a few Baixiu followed, but most of them still stayed on Gafan's body.

They were looking curiously at a casserole next to them. One of them jumped to the edge of the pot and tried to jump on the lid, but was caught in advance by a big hand.

"Don't touch it, it's very hot."

Gafan speechlessly put the white stuff back on his head: "But having said that, will you feel uncomfortable because of the high temperature?"

"Hey?"

"Uh, forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

If you don't understand the language, you can only understand it but not express it in words.

Gafan helplessly held his forehead while pouring the fried eggs in the pan into the porcelain plate that had been placed in advance with his other hand.

The sausages that had been evenly cut automatically flew onto the porcelain plate, dotted with the edges, and were squeezed with some ketchup and Thousand Island dressing.

These were all bought in the supermarket yesterday. After all, in addition to spicy food, the system also likes sweet food.

Letting the used pan go to "take a bath" in the sink, Gafan ignored the scalding temperature and directly picked up the casserole with cooked preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and walked towards the dining table in the living room, with others beside him. The suspension followed two pairs of bowls and chopsticks.

But before leaving the kitchen, the sound of the system came.

"Gafan, your aunt is here."

After a pause in his steps, another pair of bowls and chopsticks were automatically added to the table hanging next to him.

After thinking about it, the refrigerator automatically opened again, and the large carton of milk I just bought yesterday floated out of it, poured into three glasses, and the temperature rose and began to heat.

Gafan then walked into the living room, looked at the familiar figure already sitting on the sofa, smiled and said hello.

"Hey, aunt, good morning."

"H-yah, good morning, brat."

Hiratsuka Shizu said hello casually, holding the system in her arms with a blank look on her face, which made Gafan frown.

But what he cares about is not the system being hugged.

"Auntie, why do you have dark circles under your eyes?"

"Well, it must be because I didn't sleep well last night, right? I don't know why, but I'm a little insomniac." Hiratsuka Shizuka replied casually, and then suddenly became serious again.

"Compared to this, why do you just give this child a T-shirt? It will catch a cold, and judging from the size and model, it should still be yours."

"Um, this is the system's choice. She wants to dress like this. There's nothing I can do about it."

He placed the casserole and bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, with two plates of fried eggs and sausages behind him. The chair automatically moved away from the table, and three glasses of milk were already heated.

"Auntie, why did you come here so early in the morning?"

"What, can't you come over if you have nothing to do?"

"Of course not. Auntie, you can come if you want, and I will help you get a key later."

Gafan smiled gently, caught a porcelain plate that flew by automatically, and put two slime buns on it, which was his breakfast.

After all, he had fried two eggs and sausages before.

"That's more like it. It saves me having to knock on the door."

Shizuka Hiratsuka gently touched the smooth white hair of the girl in her arms while rolling her eyes angrily at her nephew.

"But I really have something to do when I come here this time, although it's not a big deal. Well, let's continue."

He casually took out a wooden amulet from the pocket of his white coat, threw it over, and drew a parabolic arc in mid-air.

Raising his hand to catch it, Gafan looked down at the thing in his hand and frowned slightly subconsciously.

"What's this?"

"It's just an amulet. I just went to a shrine to ask for it yesterday." Hiratsuka Shizuka felt a little inexplicably tired and rested her chin on the head of the system in her arms. Her tone was very calm, "I heard it's quite effective. Brat, remember to wear it properly, don’t dislike it.”

"...Haha, how could it be possible? This is your wish, aunt."

Gafan smiled and put the amulet into his pocket, then waved and said, "Oh, by the way, you haven't had breakfast yet, right? Let's have some together."

"You did it?"

"Yes, but my craftsmanship is probably not very good."

"Don't worry, as long as it's not worse than canned herrings and stargazing, no matter what you make, I will be kind enough not to dislike your cooking."

Although he was saying venomous words, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes were full of smiles.

Because this was the first time she had eaten the food cooked by her nephew. In the past, it was very troublesome even to meet him. This brat always avoided her.

The system sitting in her arms looked up at her and said nothing, just silently eating the apple the other party bought.

Although she didn't know why, she didn't object to the other person holding her.

"Hey?"

At this time, the few white cats who were staying on Gafan suddenly shouted at Hiratsuka Shizuka, and their voices sounded a little confused.

And two Bai Xiu suddenly "came out" of the system, looking at the woman holding the main body with the same curiosity, and kept looking at it.

But he was quickly pushed back by the Apple-eating system without mercy.

"Come on, hurry up and start eating breakfast. I'm hungry." The system turned to look at Gafan and blinked, "Also, I remembered what we forgot to do yesterday."

"Yeah, I remembered it too."

Gafan smiled nonchalantly and silently held the wooden amulet with his hand stuffed into his pocket.

A strange creature with horns is engraved on it, and it is also dotted with many bell-like patterns.

A gray thread invisible to ordinary people lingered on it and was also connected to Shizuka Hiratsuka's body. The other end passed through the wall of the house and spread to the horizon, until it reached a remote mountain.

Gafan, who had a gentle smile, said coldly and silently in his heart.

Quite brave.

Chapter 140: False Mountain God

In Japan, the so-called "god" is a product that connects all aspects of natural phenomena or spiritual sustenance. It is believed that all things have animism.

Speaking more broadly, it is Amaterasu, the ruler of Takamagahara and the deity of the sun.

On a smaller scale, the kappa who lives in rivers or ponds can also be regarded as one of the eight million gods.

And the existence of "mountain god" also occupies a large place in it.

People worship Him and offer tributes in exchange for protection and blessings. Although it actually has no effect, it is always good to have spiritual sustenance.

But what if the "Mountain God" really exists?

Will it be kind to the humans who sacrifice it? In other words, does it really need the tribute offered by humans? If there is anything you want...

You can take it yourself.

On the unknown mountain.

A dilapidated shrine.

An invisible barrier covering a radius of 500 meters shrouds this place all year round, isolating it from the world.

Ordinary people cannot set foot here, or even detect its location.

The space is subtly distorted.

The mottled Koamu dog is located at the door of the torii gate, and its stone fangs have long been broken.

Two figures of girls with witch-like faces and fox-like faces, one on the left and one on the right, were quietly suspended in front of the money box, as if they were waiting for the arrival of something.

At this time, a huge shadow that was five meters high suddenly appeared in the shrine, and gradually turned from virtual to real.

The skin is as pale as bone, two spear-like horns, and a zipper-like crack spread along the center line of its entire body, with a dense collection of ferocious teeth looming.

The front paws as big as a stone plate landed heavily on the stone tile floor, but did not raise any dust.

Even though this place has been abandoned for a long time, a thick layer of ash has accumulated on the ground.

It is the mountain god here, or in other words, it is the "mountain god" it considers itself.

As for where it comes from? Regarding this issue, even it itself does not know.

It just appeared in this shrine inexplicably one day, when the vague memories began.

The most profound impression, and at the same time the farthest and most vague memory, was just that I had seen an old yellow robe high in the sky, fleetingly.

what is that? It doesn't know but...

Its soul longs to be close to that great being again, and to do that it needs to become powerful.

He must first be strong enough to completely break through the inexplicable shackles of this dilapidated shrine.

Otherwise, it would not be able to leave this miserable place where it has stayed for who knows how long.

"One bell...two bells...ninety-seven bells..."

The hoarse voices, as if dozens of people were speaking at the same time, echoed in this silent place, shaking the soul and polluting the spirit.

Two witch-like beings were suspended quietly behind it, motionless.