Psychics don't die from gunfire

This izakaya looks like one you can see everywhere. The owner is an old man in his fifties. Due to the "permit quota" system of the East Riku Republic, his degree of prostheticization is quite low, and he only has blinking eyes.

There are currently no customers in the izakaya.

Hearing Song Shi's words, he stopped fishing for edamame.

"Brother, are you from out of town?"

The face that Song Shi pinched now was that of a young man, and he hummed: "Yes, I am living here, I guess. I have long heard of the reputation of Nali County's 'Desolate God Festival', and I found that the time was just right, so I stopped by Come here."

"Oh oh oh, sojourn!" The old man wiped his hands on the white towel beside him and pushed a plate of roasted birds. His face showed true nostalgia: "It's great to be young! At that time, I also wanted to travel everywhere. Woolen cloth!"

"Didn't it come true in the end?" Song Shi smiled and picked up a bunch.

"Well, I don't have money. I only have a vibrant, beating heart, but what can the heart do?" The old man shook his head and sighed: "Now, I don't even have the vitality of the heart, I only have It’s beating.”

".Well."

Song Shi swallowed the roasted bird and pondered for a moment: "How much does a monthly membership cost?"

The old man's face suddenly stiffened, and his smile barely remained: "Guest, guest, what are you talking about?"

"Mainly, this set of talking skills sounds so familiar to me." Song Shi touched his chin: "It feels like the kind of talking skills software that analyzes conversations in real time and provides heart-to-heart strategies. You didn't buy it from the Earthly Deed Generation, right? ?”

"Ouch!" The old man quickly poked his head out and scanned the area around the izakaya. After finding that there was no one else around, he said with a smile on his face: "Young man is really discerning! But don't mention it! Don't mention it!"

He took a bottle of sake and a plate of grilled fish and placed them in front of the table, indicating that he would not charge money.

Then, he admitted that Song Shi was right.

Those words just now came from the conversation strategy software he purchased from the giant company [Dust Contract Generation], known as the "Late Night Canteen", which is provided in real time and adopts a monthly membership system.

On the old man's face, he really sighed: "There is no way, business is not easy to do, there are so many izakayas. There are only a few brands of pre-made dishes that everyone can buy, and there is no gap in taste. I have to do it in other places." Local governments should improve their core competitiveness.”

As he spoke, the old man said angrily: "I'm still taking the right path. Some people add ingredients and addictive substances to the roasted bird. It's true, it's true!"

"Actually, it's not a big problem." Song Shi said with relief: "These people joined secretly after all. Everyone in the corporate alliance is very upright. They give people plenty of food in person, and they don't eat those who are not addicted."

The old man choked for a moment, and after a few seconds, he said dryly: "Brother, I have been to a lot of places."

"If you are here specifically for the Aragami Festival." The old man thought about it for a while and said in a persuasive tone: "Brother, if you ask me, just look at it from a distance and don't squeeze into the crowd."

"Do you mind telling me the reason?" Song Shi rubbed the small glass of sake and raised it to the old man.

The old man hesitated.

"The Arakami Festival is held every month, and it goes on every month, but only the Arakami Festival held in July of each year is qualified to be called the 'Arakami Festival.'" The old man said, "Well, the Arakami Festival is held once a year. People come and go, and things like trampling often happen. You are a foreigner and you are not familiar with Lianggang City. It is a blessing to be so close. "

Song Shi heard the insincerity behind the words.

His perception is so keen, even if it is not a [consensus], it is impossible for ordinary people to deceive him.

"Actually, I knew a little bit about it before coming here."

Song Shi did not ask, but took the initiative to change the topic: "I heard that the Aragami Festival is to worship a god named 'Aragami' in Nali's mythology. It is in charge of disasters in the world, so it must be worshiped frequently. Have peace."

"Oh, yes, that's right." The old man nodded in agreement.

"However, although the Aragami Matsuri has a long history, it has always been a small local festival. Until fifty years ago, the Kamima clan made great efforts to formalize and expand the Aragami Matsuri in the name of 'reviving the ceremony'. Only then did it gradually gain its current reputation.”

Song Shi paused, then suddenly changed the topic.

"I also heard that every time the Aragami Festival is held, thirty pairs of virgin boys and girls under the age of ten are sacrificed to Mount Nali?"

The old man who was still nodding his expression suddenly froze.

His face became extremely ugly, as pale as falling into an ice cave, but the face covered with sparse white hair held up a bit of ruthlessness.

"It's not open! It's not open!" The old man waved his white turban and said loudly as if to disperse: "It's closed! It's closed! Guests, please leave!"

Song Shi put down the untouched sake, turned around and opened the curtain to leave.

His movements were so neat that even the old man was stunned for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he found two silver coupons under the wine glass.

The old man stood stunned for a long time, then reluctantly said: "What an old-school style."

His prosthetic eyes flashed, he found a picture of a Buddha statue and bowed, then he picked up the alcohol, sprayed the silver coupon, and carefully put it into his pocket.

Bad luck is bad luck. But as a person with the lowest status in the eighth class under the household registration system of the Eastern Land Republic, I really can't care about this. I can make a little bit.

Half an hour later, in a private room of a restaurant called "Shirasaka Music".

Chu Tonglu pushed open the door and found that he was the last to arrive.

"You came so late?" Song Shi raised an iron pick and shook it: "Seeing things and thinking about people, is the old scene so cute?"

"Not so sentimental."

Chu Tonglu sat down, unceremoniously reached into the oil pan with his bare hands, grabbed a handful of fried food and put it into his mouth.

"I haven't been back to Lianggang for many years." Chu Tonglu said casually: "My parents are gone, this time I killed He Wen, avenged the past, and just came back, I will burn incense for them."

"Originally it would be best to put He Wen's head in front of the grave." Chu Tonglu shook his head and sighed: "But the situation in the Council of Knowledge was urgent at that time, I could only burn it into ashes and replace it. I hope my parents in heaven will not blame me."

"Why put the head on the grave?" Lapis Lazuli asked cautiously.

Chu Tonglu looked strange: "Isn't it always done this way?"

Ai Lu opened his eyes and said concisely: "Donglu inheritance."

Song Shi made a final summary: "Good customs."

Lapis Lazuli was silent for a few seconds, and then decided to remain silent.

"——Everyone, I have decided."

At this moment, Song Shi knocked on the table.

"You've all read the news, right? Three days from now, on July 1st, there will be the annual Nari event, the 'Great Wilderness God Festival.'"

The young man looked around at everyone and said calmly.

"——On that day, let's kill our way up Nari Mountain."