It is important to help the Mo family get the fairy spirit fruit, but now, I am more interested in the Jiuju faction behind the Yasuda family.

With such an evil genre, if the sixth card without characters is really in their hands, what will be the impact?

I'm afraid the consequences will be no less than falling into the hands of the wizarding order.

After returning to the hotel, we had a bite to eat and went back to our respective rooms to rest.

After lying on the bed for a while, and seeing that it was almost late at night, I pushed the door open and quietly walked out of the hotel.

I decided to investigate the Jiuju faction alone!

After all, this is the boundary of the East, and the influence of the Yasuda family is all over Kyoto, so if a few of us go out together, it will inevitably attract the attention of others.

Perhaps, Mo Sanchuan will be the first to reveal the news to Yasuda Ichiro.

So I didn't inform anyone that I was going to investigate the Jiuju faction alone!

With the help of Xiao Hei, I avoided all surveillance and walked out of the hotel.

I took a taxi on the side of the road, went straight in the direction of the Yasuda family, and sped away.

It's just that when there were still two or three kilometers away from the Yasuda family's manor, the driver stopped and said that he didn't dare to continue driving forward.

"Sir, not far ahead is the Manor of the Yasuda family, not a place where we civilians can approach, you better walk over by yourself!"

Looking at the manor in the distance, the driver said with a look of fear.

I didn't say anything more, just paid the money, and the driver kicked the accelerator and flew away.

There was a straight avenue in front of him, and the Yasuda Manor at the end was not lit at all, standing in the silent night, like a creeping beast.

With Yasuda Manor as the center, within a radius of two kilometers, it was dark, and there was no figure in sight.

Some Kyoto locals would go out of their way to the other side of the road when they passed by on the outskirts, as if they were afraid of disturbing the Yasuda family.

I stood at the crossroads, looked around, and suddenly saw a bright light flickering in the middle of the avenue in front of me.

Intrigued, I walked in the direction of the light.

The lights got brighter and brighter, and when I got closer, I realized that it was an izakaya on the side of the road.

I have long heard that there are many izakaya on the streets of the East, similar to the taverns of Huaxia, which are the best choice for the local low-income people to drink and eat.

However, the one in front of me is even more shabby than a normal izakaya.

The entire izakaya is framed with wooden shelves, and the top and sides are covered with plastic sheeting to form a canopy-like building.

And that's the structure of the entire izakaya.

On the roof of the house, there is a chandelier, and the light just now is emitted by the chandelier through the plastic sheeting.

Judging from the situation just now, the locals in Kyoto are very afraid of the Yasuda family, and even when they pass through the area of the Yasuda family's rule, they are cautious, for fear that they will take a step beyond the thunder pond.

But this izakaya is only a few hundred meters away from the Yasuda family's manor.

What kind of person is so bold?

Intrigued, I opened the curtain and walked into the izakaya.

There is not much space inside, there are a few tables on the side, and some snacks on the table are scattered everywhere.

A few tattered homeless people, each sitting at a table, were already drunk.

Directly in front of it is a workbench with various ingredients and utensils, and a young girl is cooking food with her head down, very serious.

This girl looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, slender and sweet-looking, she should be the owner of this izakaya.

Hearing the movement in the doorway, the girl raised her head and smiled sweetly at me.

"Welcome!"

With that, the girl stopped what she was doing and walked over with a menu.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

The girl asked me with a smile.

I took over the menu and saw that it was full of casual snacks such as fried chicken, potato salad, and pizza, and nothing special.

But the strange thing is that these snacks are not marked with a price.

"What are the prices of your snacks here?"

I asked the girl, pointing to the fried chicken on the menu.

"No money!"

The girl said heartily.

"Strictly speaking, if you can fulfill my request, what is on the menu, you can order whatever you want, no money."

Seeing the look of surprise on my face, the girl immediately explained.

"What do you want?"

I asked curiously.

"My request is very simple, I want you to tell a ghost story, as long as it can move me, I can give you a free order."

What is this requirement? I became more and more curious.

As long as you tell a ghost story, you can get rid of the order, such a request, I still have never heard of it.

If everyone tells ghost stories to get rid of the bill, then she won't be busy in vain.

But it soon occurred to me that this should be a marketing strategy for girls.

After all, she just said that the ghost story that can move her can be exempted.

So what does it mean to impress her? It's not exactly what she said.

In other words, this marketing strategy of the girl does sound very tempting at first glance, but it does not stand up to scrutiny at all.

"Brother, what Miss Masami said is true, she won't lie to you."

As if seeing my suspicions, a homeless man with a mustache next to me suddenly took the initiative to say to me.

"As long as you tell a story, whether it is bizarre, or terrifying, or paradoxical, as long as you meet one of them, no matter how long or short, you can get free."

"Like the old man, I just rely on a ghost story every day, and I have been eating and drinking here for almost half a month, and Miss Yami has never said anything."

"And them,"

The bearded homeless man pointed to the other two companions and said, "They are all my friends, they used to beg for food on the streets, and now they can eat a full meal at Miss Maami's every day under my introduction." ”

"That's right, Miss Masami is a very good person, and we all admire her very much!"

The other two homeless men, while drinking, said drunkly.

A few random ghost stories told by homeless people can impress Masami, so it seems that her request is not too difficult.

However, before I could find out what this lady had to say, I decided to stand still and listen to what the others had to say.

"Uncle Yamamoto, you should come first today and give this guest a sample."

As if guessing what I was thinking, Masami pointed to the bearded tramp and said.

"No problem, esteemed Miss Masami!"

Mustache bowed respectfully to Maami, then returned to his table and began to tell today's ghost story.

"The protagonist of the story I'm going to tell today is called the Wine Swallowing Boy."