The soul fire soared into the sky, but the only person who could see this scene was someone with extraordinary abilities like Beichuan Temple.

With the cluster of soul fire disappearing around the city, the soul lamps holding the soul fire also went out one by one and scattered, and in the end, there was only one soul lamp left all over the ground.

But the soul fire of this soul lamp did not disappear, but jumped out and stayed in front of Beichuan Temple lightly.

From this soul lamp, it seems that Beichuan Temple can still see the voice and appearance of Sakura Yuki.

A cold chime sounded.

System prompt: 'Sucha High School Martyr Undead' has been recovered, mid-level low-level resentful spirit, and 5 skill points are rewarded. Skill Points Remaining: 8.

The black resentment was absorbed by the body of Beichuan Temple, and that exaggerated weight was not at all something that the primary-level resentful spirit could bring.

After absorbing most of the black resentment, a second system prompt came from Beichuan Temple's ears: The maximum limit of the host's death gas was detected to be more than 100, and the death qi skill branch can be selected through 8 skill points and soul fire.

The maximum amount of dead gas is over 100?

Kitagawa Temple brought up the system panel with a blank face.

The current state of Kitagawa Temple is succinctly arranged on it.

Name: Bai Fan (Kitagawa Temple)

Body Stats: 50 (6 times the value of a normal person)

Dead air: 20/102. (Soul Fire 1/1, Skill Branch Selectable)

Skills: Bajiquan (Intermediate Entry), Spirit Dagger (Low-level Taste), Basic Death Qi Use (Intermediate Entry), Jiu-Jitsu (Intermediate Entry), Hand-to-hand Combat (Advanced Martial Arts).

Traits: Your traits are destined to always attract weird, supernatural phenomena.

Skill Points Remaining: 8.

Remaining item: Talisman (4).

The physical constitution has gone from nearly 5 times the value of ordinary people to 6 times, and the death qi has also completed a leap from the original upper limit of more than 90 points to the upper limit of 102 points.

But these are not things that Kitagawa Temple cares about-

His gaze jumped to the bottom of the vast skill tree.

Death Skill Branch Enhanced.

The first branching enhancement can only be performed if the 100 points limit of Death Qi is met, and the enhancement requires a soul fire and 8 skill points.

Looking further down, it is the enhancement of various branches of death skills.

Erosion, manipulation, bursting, shaping...

Beichuan Temple did not rush to strengthen, but looked at the soul fire jumping in front of him, with a trace of doubt on his face.

The last time I completed the Medium Wraith quest, there was no soul fire, but this time...

System prompt: Only by completing the obsession of the deceased can you obtain soul fire. The amount of soul fire depends on the intensity of completing the obsession.

Kitagawa Temple was stunned for a moment, and his eyes blinked.

Other words...

"Sakira." Kitagawa Temple stretched out his hand to hold the light.

This is probably the purest thought left by Sakura Yuki, and the other soul fires can't be forcibly absorbed, perhaps because those undead still have their obsessions in their thoughts.

Kitagawa Temple raised its head.

At this time, he could still vaguely see the soul fires flying to all corners of the city.

That cluster of light turned out to be the thoughts of the deceased...

......

After seeing off the last wave of guests at the night show, Ichiro Rata took off his dark black izakaya apron and greeted his friend Hayakawa with a smile, changed into his private clothes, and plunged into the night on his bicycle.

He was in a hurry to go home because it was another week.

When I got home, I stopped my bicycle and put it in my small bicycle shed, and Ichiro Aida was about to take out the key to open the door, but the door suddenly opened by itself.

Under the gaze of Ichiro Aida, his daughter, Aimi Aida, jumped out from behind the door.

"Daddy, welcome home. Do you want to eat first? ”

Aimi Aida, with an apron on her body, jumped to Ichiro Aida lively, and asked with a smile.

"Hmm... Eat first. ”

Ichiro Aida smiled.

His wife had an affair and divorced him a few years ago, and he was left with his daughter to rely on each other, but fortunately, Aida Aimi was also very sensible.

Every time he came back from his own izakaya, his daughter would always come to the door early and wait for him.

This is Ichiro Aida's most heartwarming moment.

Whether it is the difficulty of unruly customers or the pressure of competition in business, as long as his daughter is here, he feels that no matter how hard he works outside, no matter how much he nods to people, it is worth it.

"Why did you come back so late today? Did you meet any unruly guests? Aimi Aida greeted him and took off her scarf for Ichiro Aida and asked with concern.

Looking at her worried gaze, Ichiro Aida felt a pain in his heart, and shook his head with a kind smile:

"No, no, everyone is a good person, it's just that a few drunks got drunk today, so I got home now."

"Really? Then Dad, you can eat first, I'm almost ready. ”

Aimi Aida walked back to the stove and brought out one dish after another of her favorite dishes.

The golden and crispy ginger tempura, the white-smelling tofu miso soup, and the bubbling fish head sukiyaki hot pot.

For a while, Ichiro Aida couldn't tell if it was foggy in front of his eyes or something blocking his vision.

"Please."

Aimi Aida cracked the eggs into the bowl, added soy sauce, and then filled the rice bowl and handed it to Ichiro Aida with a smile.

"Slow down, Dad—really, how are you reincarnated like a starving ghost?" Aida Aimi watched her father's exaggerated action of gulping and eating, and laughed and teased.

"Aimi's cooking is so delicious, you see, I even have tears in my eyes." Ichiro Aida smiled.

"Really, that's that exaggerated?" Aimi Aida scratched her head embarrassedly.

Just when the atmosphere was just right, the phone suddenly rang.

Ichiro Aida originally wanted to hang up the phone directly, but was glared at by Aimi Aida: "Things at work are more important." ”

“... Good, good, good. Ichiro Aida nodded dotingly, stood up and walked outside the living room, rubbed his eyes, and then connected the phone: "Hey? ”

"Ichiro, have you thought about what I told you last time? Your cooking skills are so good, we will definitely make a lot of money to go to Tokyo and open a cazakaya together! No matter how bad it is, it's better than being a little cook at an izakaya in Hachiyama City, right? ”

“... Well, I've already said this, I have something here..."

"What's the matter! Ichiro! Wake up! Aimi has been dead for ten years! It's been 10 years! Would she want to see you depraved like this?! Now when you come home every day, in addition to drinking, you just look at Aimei's photos in a daze, count old friends begging you, come back quickly. ”

"I'll think about it..."Ichiro Aida hung up the phone.

"Daddy!"

Just when Ichiro Aida hung up the phone, Aimi Aida's half-pleading voice came:

"Uncle Nakamura is right, I'm already dead... It's been ten years since I died. ”

Hearing this, the tears that Ichiro Aida had been holding back finally couldn't help but burst out of his eyes.

Ten years ago, Aimi Aida died in the Sucha High School fire case, and at that time he was preparing to open a store at an izakaya near Sucha High School.

After hearing the news, he rushed to Sucha High School as soon as possible.

But it was too late, and the raging fire consumed not only the lives of her daughter, but also the lives of other students.

Since then, he has closed his izakaya shop and has been doing odd jobs at izakaya around Hachiyama City from time to time.

"I'm long dead. Father. It's time for you to let go. ”

Ichiro Aida felt Aimi Aida hugging him.

"Daddy."

"I'd like to try my dad's made again... Made mashed mashed stew..."

"Dad's cooking is always so delicious."

"I... I really want to see my father who is the chef in the izakaya again... That dad who has a dream of being a chef. ”

"Forward... Father... Go forward..."

The sound is drifting away, the voice is drifting away.

Ichiro Aida didn't dare to turn around to see his daughter.

Cooking and his daughter used to be everything to him, but now he's lost both.

He lost his dream of being a chef.

The belief in fatherhood, he also lost.

He's like an undead... A walking corpse bound and wandering in the city of Hachiyama.

The voice behind it finally disappeared.

Tears rushed out wantonly, and Ichiro Aida cried out without a breath.

It took a long, long time for him to come to his senses.

Behind him is still a warm family, and the fish head hot pot is gurgling and tumbling bubbles.

Ichiro Aida ate all the food, sorted out his emotions, and called Ryo Nakamura.

"Liang, I've thought about what you said, I..."

......

The lights were steaming hot, and Ichiro Aida placed the prepared potato stew in front of the shrine.

Looking at the black and white photo of his daughter smiling brightly, Ichiro Aida also smiled.

The first dish to regain the identity of a chef, no matter how you say it, you have to let your daughter taste it.

It's just that there is an indescribable emotion rising from my heart.

There was still food left over from the outside.

Is it an illusion or did Aida Aimi really come back?

it.

Ichiro Aida smiled. Laughing while crying.

The long incense burns silently.

The dead are gone, and the living still need to move on.