It is important to help the Mo family get the fairy fruit, but now, what I am more interested in is the Jiuju faction behind the Yasuda family.
Such an evil school, if the sixth uncharacterized card is really obtained by them, what impact will it have?
I'm afraid the consequences will be no less than falling into the hands of the wizarding group.
After returning to the hotel, we had something to eat and then went back to our rooms to rest.
After lying on the bed for a while, I saw that it was almost late at night, so I opened the door and quietly walked out of the hotel.
I decided to investigate the Jiuju sect alone!
After all, this is the border of the East, and the influence of the Yasuda family extends all over Kyoto. If we all go out together, it will definitely attract the attention of others.
Maybe Mo Sanchuan would be the first to reveal the news to Ichiro Yasuda.
So I didn’t inform anyone that I planned to investigate the Jiuju faction on my own!
With Xiao Hei's help, I avoided all surveillance and walked out of the hotel.
I took a taxi on the side of the road and sped away in the direction of the Yasuda family.
However, when he was still two or three kilometers away from the Yasuda family's manor, the driver stopped and did not dare to continue driving forward.
"Sir, not far ahead is the Yasuda family's manor. It's not a place that commoners like us can approach. You'd better walk there by yourself!"
Looking at the manor in the distance, the driver said with a fearful expression.
I didn't say anything, just paid the money, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and left quickly.
There was a straight avenue in front of him, with Yasuda Manor at the end, without any lights on, standing in the silent night like a creeping giant beast.
With Yasuda Manor as the center, within a radius of two kilometers, it was dark and not a single person could be seen.
Some Kyoto locals would deliberately walk to the other side of the road when passing by, as if they were afraid of disturbing the Yasuda family.
I stood at the intersection and glanced around, and suddenly I saw a bright light flickering slightly in the middle of the avenue in front of me.
I was very curious, so I walked forward in the direction of the light.
The lights became brighter and brighter, and when I got closer, I realized that this was an izakaya on the roadside.
I have long heard that there are many izakayas on the streets of Japan, which are similar to Chinese taverns. They are the best choice for the local lower class people in Japan to drink and have dinner.
However, the one in front of me is even more shabby than the average izakaya.
The entire izakaya is built with a frame made of wooden shelves, and the top and sides are covered with plastic sheets to form a building like an awning.
And this is the structure of the entire izakaya.
There was a chandelier hanging on the top of the izakaya. The light just now was emitted by the chandelier through the plastic sheet.
Judging from the situation just now, the locals in Kyoto are extremely afraid of the Yasuda family. They are even cautious when passing through the Yasuda family's rule, for fear of going too far.
But this izakaya is only a few hundred meters away from the Yasuda family's manor.
Who has such courage?
Extremely curious, I opened the door curtain and walked into the izakaya.
The space inside is not large, there are a few tables placed on the side, and some snacks are scattered everywhere on the tables.
Several homeless men in tattered clothes were sitting at a table, already drunk.
Directly in front is a workbench with various raw materials and utensils placed on it. A young girl is cooking food with her head down, very seriously.
This girl looks to be only 18 or 19 years old. She is slender and sweet-looking. She should be the owner of this izakaya.
Hearing the movement at the door, the girl raised her head and smiled sweetly at me.
"welcome!"
With that said, the girl stopped what she was doing and walked over with a menu.
"Sir, what would you like to eat?"
The girl asked me with a smile.
I took a look at the menu, which was filled with fried chicken, potato salad, pizza and other casual snacks, nothing special.
But the strange thing is that these snacks do not have prices marked on them.
"What are the prices of the snacks you have here?"
I asked the girl, pointing to the fried chicken on the menu.
"for free!"
The girl said cheerfully.
"Strictly speaking, if you can fulfill my request, you can order whatever is on the menu for free."
Seeing the surprised expression 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 impresses me, I can give you a free bill."
What kind of requirement is this? I became more and more curious.
As long as you tell a ghost story, you can get free of charge. I have never heard of such a request.
If everyone told ghost stories to get free of charge, then her work would be in vain.
But soon, I thought that this should be a marketing strategy for girls.
After all, she just said that the ghost story must impress her in order to get the order free.
So how can we impress her? It's not all about her words.
In other words, the girl's marketing strategy does sound very tempting at first, but it simply cannot stand up to scrutiny.
"Brother, what Miss Yami said is true. She will not lie to you."
Seemingly sensing my suspicion, a homeless man with a mustache suddenly spoke to me.
"As long as the story you tell is bizarre, scary, or paradoxical, as long as it meets one of these criteria, no matter how long or short it is, you can get a free ride."
"Like me, old man, I have been eating and drinking here for almost half a month just by telling a ghost story every day. Miss Yami has never said anything."
"And them,"
The homeless man with a mustache pointed at the other two companions and said: "They are all my friends. They used to beg for food on the street. With my introduction, they can now have a full meal at Miss Yamei's place every day."
"Yes, Miss Yamei is a very good person, and we all admire her very much!"
The other two homeless men said drunkenly while drinking.
Yami can be moved by the ghost stories casually told by a few tramps, so it seems that her request is not too difficult.
However, before I could figure out the taste of this Yamei lady, I decided to stay put and listen to what others had to say.
"Uncle Yamamoto, you come first today and give this guest a sample."
As if he guessed what I was thinking, Yami pointed at the homeless man with a mustache and said.
"No problem, dear Miss Yami!"
The mustache faced Masami, bowed respectfully, then returned to his wine table and began to tell today's ghost story.
"The protagonist of the story I'm going to tell today is called Shuten Doji."
