PFC Chapter 788 Banquet (5000 words, 1 chapter is owed)
Chapter 788 Banquet (5000 words, 1 chapter is owed)
Chapter 788 Banquet (5000 words, one chapter short)
Yang Jian has been a little worried since leaving Huanggang Village.
It’s not because there are two evil spirits on his body that might be revived, nor is it because after he came back a few days ago, his mother called and said that she dreamed about his father.
On the contrary, after the life safety issues were resolved, his temper became much better than before.
For example, Wu Yue from that company and Yang Jian, who were in a good mood, did not kill this guy, nor did they have conflicts with Wang Xiaoming over the issue of file deletion. They just paid the money and received the goods and completed the process.
The two of them communicated and cooperated very happily, and Wang Xiaoming didn't even know that Yang Jian was planning to secretly kill his brother Wang Xiaoqiang.
'What should I give Meng Tianzun as a wedding gift?'
"Fang Zheng said that sending some local specialties would be fine, but I can't possibly send a fierce ghost over there."
Yang Jian was eating ice cream and thinking seriously when he suddenly heard a noise and wailing. He looked up at the emergency exit floor, which said "15th floor".
“I almost passed it.”
He put down his foot on the stairs, turned and walked into the 15th floor of the office building. The whole floor seemed to be out of power and dark, as if there was a fire and was shrouded in a layer of blue-black haze, but there was no pungent smell of smoke at all.
The surrounding environment is being affected, but it cannot be considered a den of ghosts, only its initial form.
crackling
The windows were smashed.
"If you don't want to die, don't move. Just stand there."
Yang Jian's voice was loud, but the scene was still in chaos. He took a bite of the ice cream and didn't repeat it.
There were some bloodstains on the ground. Through the haze, one could vaguely see a group of employees standing near the glass curtain wall of the large flat. Some of them kept backing away, hesitating whether to jump down.
With one exception.
There was a young man who was enveloped in an even thicker haze, standing numbly in front of the group of office workers. When he noticed Yang Jian approaching, he turned his head, revealing a pair of dark, empty eyes.
His skin was dark blue, and he had an inexplicable eerie and coldness, and he was staring straight at Yang Jian.
It was the ghost baby that ran out of Zhou Zheng’s stomach and had not yet fully grown.
"I looked for you all night but couldn't find you. In the end, I had no choice but to stake out in this area."
Without complete information and confidence, he would not meddle in other people's business and go out of his way to catch ghosts.
But Yang Jian, who knew the future in advance and analyzed the events from a third-person perspective, understood that today was the easiest day to seal the source ghost baby. If he missed the opportunity and allowed it to grow, it would bring trouble to himself.
"What are you?"
Yang Jian chewed and swallowed the ice cream cone. The golden seal between his eyebrows cracked, revealing a scarlet ghost eye. The ghost shadow under his feet instantly expanded and opened several other ghost eyes.
In an instant, red light enveloped the entire floor.
The haze was dispelled, Yang Jian pulled out a three-pointed double-edged sword and a golden coffin and stared at the ghost baby: "Try to look at another one?"
A red light flashed, and the ghost baby was nailed directly to the wall. Under the invasion of ghost shadows, it gradually disintegrated into a black haze.
After doing all this, Yang Jian confirmed that this source ghost had no other derivative ghost babies in this city. A road paved with red light went straight through the street and reached the blocked No. 7 Middle School.
After a while.
Yang Jian walked out dragging a golden coffin weighing several tons.
He thought for a moment, then pulled out a neatly folded piece of dark brown human skin paper with twisted black words floating on it:
"My name is Yang Jian."
"What happened to you?"
Should I give this thing away as a gift? Anyway, human skin paper is not of much use to me now.
The same human skin, the same school, look at the human skin scripture in Fang Zheng's hand, it can also automatically catch ghosts and monsters, and after finishing it, it can upgrade the skills and practice fake to make real.
"How about asking the boss to help you strengthen it?"
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The handwriting on the human skin paper blurred for a while and then strangely turned into a mess of symbols. After a moment, it suddenly fell silent, and then a string of new handwriting emerged at an extremely fast speed:
"My name is Yang Jian. When you see this sentence, I am still alive. I know the future in advance through some strange means, but now I can't go to certain places, so I still need the help of human skin paper."
"The premise is that I must have full trust in the human skin paper in my hand, not to modify it without authorization, and not to do anything unnecessary."
"Very smart." Yang Jian shook the human skin paper: "You should know what I want now."
Then, the words disappeared and reappeared:
"My name is Yang Jian. I plan to go to the ghost post office later. The specific location is... Although ghost dreams and the ghost post office are not something I should deal with now, with the help of human skin paper, I am sure I can get what I want, such as the dog."
Of course, Yang Jian did not completely believe the information given by the human skin paper.
If he wants to improve his strength quickly, collecting the evil ghost puzzles will allow him to master the powerful power of rules in a very short time.
Besides, Heaven doesn’t distribute dogs, so I have to bring one of my own.
He didn't want to get rich overnight, he just wanted to improve himself to a certain level of self-protection ability in other worlds and to accumulate resources for himself, thus achieving a virtuous cycle of controlling ghosts and practicing.
There is a prerequisite for doing these things, that is, you have a way to deal with the dangers of the ghost post office.
"The evil spirit who will train the ghost child has been found, the rest..."
"Yang Jian? Why is it you?!"
The person who came was Zhao Kaiming, the head of Interpol in Dachang City. When he saw Yang Jian coming out of the security room with a golden coffin behind him, his expression suddenly became a little ugly.
"I am a citizen of Dachang City. I naturally have the responsibility and obligation to deal with these dangerous factors. You don't need to thank me. Just send me a banner in a couple of days."
Yang Jian looked like a concerned citizen.
He knew that this guy had a wish-making ghost, but the mechanism of that thing was too strong. If possible, Yang Jian did not want to fall out with Zhao Kaiming now.
Now that the starving ghost incident has been resolved by him in advance, Zhao Kaiming will not be able to cause any trouble in the short term.
"Let's go, Officer Zhao." Yang Jian waved his hand, and the golden coffin suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this, Zhao Kaiming's eyes suddenly became gloomy and crazy: "I am the person in charge of Dachang City. You should hand over the sealed evil spirit to me for safekeeping."
He no longer had the time to care about how Yang Jian had done it or where he got so much gold. At this moment, he had only one thought.
"The source ghost must be left behind!"
Zhao Kaiming stretched out his hand to stop Yang Jian, but he was suddenly hit in the chest and flew backwards.
"Very good, you dare to attack Interpol!" Zhao Kaiming looked at the hole in his chest, not angry but happy, and shouted loudly:
"Wang Yue, Wang Xiaoqiang, you can come over now and help me take down this dangerous guy!"
"Hey, you guys are hanging out together today, aren't you planning how to deal with me?" Yang Jian glanced at the eight people who got out of several luxury cars outside the street blockade, and he was not nervous.
"Yang Jian openly resisted law enforcement, attempted to take away the evil spirit under surveillance, and attacked me. You all saw it." Zhao Kaiming's wound was healing.
He has merged with the wishing ghost and is a being that cannot be killed by external objects.
"I saw it." Wang Xiaoqiang said with a hint of sarcasm: "I will assist you in the investigation."
Wang Yue said cautiously: "Your business has nothing to do with me."
"I'll give you a reason. You killed Yan Li's family. I want to kill you to avenge them."
Yang Jian glanced around and asked, "What's the big deal with more people?"
He pulled out three paper figures and lit them on fire. The flames expanded and three illusory figures walked out.
"Hurry up, I still have to find my dog."
Yang Jian looked at the stunned people opposite him and took out a few more golden coffins: "By the way, let me introduce you. This is my eldest cousin Yang Jian, second cousin Yang Erlang, and third cousin Yang Yan."
[Banquet is the most indispensable special experience in Gensokyo.
It was the early morning of the winter month, and the cooking master Emiya began to concentrate on his work, using the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, heaven, earth and universe to create festive flavors.
"Um. Can you please not explain it?"
Shirou Emiya stopped kneading the dough and looked aside blankly: "I remember that these TV shows were all dubbed in post-production."
Su Lin paused the video and said, "I'm afraid I'll forget it after I finish filming. Do you know that "Fuyuki on the Tip of the Tongue" has many fans?"
"Isn't this the Emiya family's meal?" Emiya Shirou complained.
He had previously wondered why he had seen his own cooking instruction video on the Universal Identification Symbol, and it was a paid course.
He exhaled and put the dough aside to ferment. Then he borrowed Shi Hao's medicine cauldron and poured in the fresh cream made from the milk of some wild and ferocious beast. He threw in a piece of deep cosmic light fragment and sealed the medicine cauldron as a protective measure.
Finally, use the sword of separation that can tear the universe apart to crush it evenly and beat it to a consistency similar to yogurt.
"What are you doing with my sword of rebellion!?"
"That's part of the universe. It can't be mixed with the food without a treasure."
Emiya Shirou tried hard to control the frequency of his attacks, which were enough to tear apart time and space, and replied with difficulty: "And this one is mine, not yours. It was projected by me."
"You have been planning for so long, and you have trouble making this kind of food. Haven't you recovered even one ten-thousandth of your strength?!" Gilgamesh crossed his arms and said disappointedly:
"I also want to see you use your full strength to perform a sword move that can suppress the long river of time in all worlds."
puff.
Illya covered her mouth with both hands, her body shaking slightly, as if she was trying hard to hold back a smile.
Shirou Emiya's face instantly turned red, he turned around and shouted, "Please don't say such things! It's so embarrassing! Just sit over there and wait for the meal to be served!"
"Huh?" Gilgamesh was confused.
But soon, without any external interference, the ingredients underwent amazing changes in Emiya Shirou's hands. Strange images such as the ocean, the sky, dragons and phoenixes appeared as his kitchen utensils passed over the ingredients.
When the cake base is baking, it feels like being in a wheat field. When the fat from the meat reacts with the flames, it feels like a volcano erupting. Even when the raw fish meat is cut under the kitchen knife, it feels like a school of fish is swirling around.
The food isn’t even cooked yet, but just by smelling the aroma and watching the process, my body feels satisfied.
Not to mention that when layer after layer of cream was applied to the cake, the stars shone, the colors intertwined, and frost mist kept floating. In the end, it actually flew out of the mirror and turned into reality, forming a group of columnar structures composed of interstellar gas and dust.
It is the cradle of stars and a magnificent sight in the universe.
"Pillar of Creation Cake, done." The light emitted from Shirou Emiya's hands went out, and the food system also reminded him that he would not receive any rewards for this cross-level dish.
At the torii gate outside the shrine, Lu Mingfei, who had just returned from a trip, was excitedly taking photos with Eri, who was wearing a shrine maiden costume.
Reimu Hakurei's hands suddenly dropped. She didn't care about the fallen broomsticks, nor did she care that there was another "shrine maiden" in Gensokyo. Instead, she looked at the "food" as if she was in a trance.
I don't know when the snow on the cliff at Hakurei Shrine has melted, and the cherry trees have sprouted new buds, even though it's only just winter.
"That's amazing." Iwamori looked up at the 'cake' that was constantly expanding and rising, and gently scooped a little with his fingers and put it into his mouth, with a gleam in his eyes.
He fumbled in his sleeves for a while, ran to Shirou Emiya and dropped a ball of white light:
"The multiverse I created some time ago, if you don't have any use for it, just use it to cook."
Shirou Emiya opened his mouth and looked at Iwamori in a daze, only to see that the other's eyes were full of expectation.
"Master Yansen, I can't cook at this level."
"it's a pity."
The expectation in Iwamori's eyes was dashed.
I totally don't understand what's wrong with this guy. Please be responsible for the world you created!
There is no place to cut this thing, and even the sword of rebellion cannot crush it.
"In the words of the cultivators, if you eat it, your body will explode and you will die." Song Death Resistant Shuhang silently complained at the side: "I still remember that the multiverse was stuffed into Senior Su Lin's body."
The voice just fell.
"Can't you put it another way?" Su Lin's eyelids jumped, and he looked at Song Shuhang: "Where did the squirrel on your shoulder come from?"
"I found it at the Hakurei Shrine. It's destined for me. I plan to take it back as a spiritual pet and let this little guy inherit my Taoist name in the future." Song Shuhang patted the squirrel's head with a smile:
"Look, Senior Su Lin, you are not afraid of people at all. Isn't that very spiritual?"
"Why do you look so stupid?" Su Lin poked the squirrel's head with his index finger and said, "Let's call her Sandy. It's a clever name. She might become a scientist of the empire in the future."
"Hello~ Sandy, do you want to go catch jellyfish and blow Yug bubbles together?"
This is not Bikini Bottom, Senior Su Lin, and this squirrel is a male squirrel.
Wait, why is it Yug Bubble?
"This has to do with the question of how Patrick eats."
"Mind reading?"
"I don't want to say that next sentence. You should have a little Hercules in your heart."
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If it weren't for the high cost of the scrapped resurrection artifact and the fact that he owed Senior Bai a lot of spirit stones, Song Shuhang would have had the urge to place an order for the magic potion immediately.
"This bottle of witch potion is for you."
The brief spring that came because of the cooking made the climate in this area slightly warmer, but Song Shuhang was still disheveled in the wind.
The preparations for the banquet were almost complete. All that was left was a cauldron placed on the ground. Water was poured into it and Yao Lao's special hot pot base was added. Xiao Yan would light a fire underneath.
Raw meat, vegetables, spiritual fruits. When all these were laid out, the diners watching nearby had already swallowed them with difficulty countless times.
"It seems like something is missing." Ye Fan lowered his head in thought.
"Indeed, I wouldn't have discovered it if you hadn't told me." Xiao Yan frowned and raised his chin to think: "Is it crucial?"
"It's critical."
Several people turned their eyes to Su Lin as if they had suddenly realized something.
"I quit drinking."
"Why don't you give up sex?"
"Stop pretending, bring out the wine!"
Su Lin shook his head helplessly.
These drunkards should get checked for alcohol addiction. In their current situation, drinking is 100% a waste of money and health. It's better to drink tea.
"Are you kidding me?!" Gilgamesh slammed the table and stood up: "Such delicacies must be paired with fine wine!"
The King's Treasury opened its doors, and in the golden ripples of space, jugs of God-era wine from the Canghui Galaxy fell on the table, as well as other 'wine' treasures that had ever appeared in the history of the universe.
"You are truly worthy of being the Hero King!"
“So grand!”
"I've changed my mind about you! Come on, let's go!"
It can be seen that the Hero King is very fond of this, especially the 'Devourer of All Worlds' in his eyes, who praises him from the bottom of his heart, so even the wine brewed by the 'God of Wine' in various mythological systems appeared.
"Fellow Daoist Yansen, I'll trouble you to take care of us later. Although they know their limits, they may overstep the boundaries after getting drunk." Zhongli said, putting down the blueprint in his hand.
"Of course." Iwamori nodded with a smile.
Not long after the food and wine were served, a few more people came to Hakurei Shrine, including Dr. Su Lin's team who were invited from Yongingting, as well as Keiin Kamishirasawa and Fujiwara Mokou from Terakoya, but there was also an uninvited demon girl.
"I thought I was coming to your place when spring came. Why didn't you invite me to the party?" Suika looked around: "Uh, what's with all this wine?!"
"Kaguya and her people are planning to use the shrine to hold a wedding." Reimu didn't even bother to explain it in detail, but was caught up in the illusion of her clothes exploding and sea bream falling from the sky.
"Since you're here, let's come together." Kaguya greeted with a smile.
The open-air kitchen was busy. There was more than enough food. All that was needed was an additional set of bowls and chopsticks for each additional person. The outgoing ghosts quickly integrated into the atmosphere of the banquet.
It's just that Emiya Shirou felt that he was probably too tired, and he always made mistakes in remembering the dishes ordered according to the number of people, and inexplicably one or two portions were missing.
[Irena: “I’m busy! I’m so annoyed! It’s all your fault!”]
"Blame me?" Su Lin glanced at Irena's reply, closed the chat group and looked at Huiyin who was walking beside him. The other person was holding a stack of books in her hand.
"Thank you for your invitation. These are some historical materials about the mythological era and legends." Huiyin handed the book to Meng Qi.
When I opened it, I saw that the ink on it was still fresh, indicating that it was the information handwritten in the past two days.
"There are still some that I will hand over to you in a few days."
"Thank you."
Meng Qi didn't say too much politely, as he needed this thing right now.
"Legends?" Kaguya put a turkey drumstick on Meihong's plate and came over to ask curiously, "Why do you collect these?"
"He has one more property." Su Lin turned a page and looked at the relevant information of [Tian Xiang Xiang Bei Male God/Tianjin Weng Xing/Lucifer]:
“Divided by authority and origin.”
"That's right. It's the same if you ask me these questions, right?" Kaguya thought for a moment, pointed at Eirin, and said with a hint of arrogance:
"Eirin is also mentioned in mythological stories. He is the god of thought, wisdom, and medicine."
"What about you? The girl in the bamboo?"
"That's just a true story from Japan." Kaguya looked up at the sky and thought for a moment, then said:
"Before this, I was born on the moon but was born because of the sun. It's not quite right to say that I am the god of the moon. Let me think, if I use your Eastern mythology to describe it, it would be..."
"lunar?"
Meng Qi: "?"
Su Lin: “?”
(End of this chapter)