This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

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

As the clusters of soul fires disappeared around the city, the soul lamps holding the soul fires were also extinguished and scattered one by one, and in the end there was only one soul lamp left on the ground.

But the soul fire of this soul lamp didn't disappear, instead it jumped out and lightly stayed in front of Beichuan Temple.

From this soul lamp, Beichuan Temple seems to be able to see Sakura Yuki's voice and appearance.

Only then did the cold notification sound.

The system prompts: "The spirit of the martyrs of Xucha High School" has been recovered, the mid-level low-level spirit, rewards 5 skill points. Remaining skill points: 8 points.

The black resentment was absorbed by Beichuan Temple's body, and that kind of exaggerated weight was simply not what the elementary level resentment could bring.

After absorbing most of the black resentment, a second system prompt came from Beichuan Temple's ear: It was detected that the maximum limit of the host's death energy was over 100, and the death energy skill branch can be selected with 8 skill points and soul fire.

The maximum value of dead energy is over 100?

Beichuan Temple called up the system panel expressionlessly.

The current status of Beichuan Temple is concisely listed above.

Name: Bai Fan (Beichuan Temple)

Comprehensive body value: 50 (six times the value of ordinary people)

Dead air: 20/102. (Soulfire 1/1, optional skill branch)

Skills: Bajiquan (intermediate entry), Spiritual Dagger (lower level), basic use of dead energy (intermediate entry), Jujitsu (intermediate entry), unarmed combat (advanced proficiency).

Trait: Your personality is destined to always attract weird and supernatural phenomena.

Remaining skill points: 8.

Remaining props: talisman (4).

The physical fitness has increased from nearly 5 times the value of ordinary people to 6 times the value, and the death energy 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 the things that Beichuan Temple cares about——

He jumped down and came to the vast skill tree at the bottom.

Death Qi skill branch strengthened.

Only when you meet the upper limit of 100 points of death energy can you carry out the first branch enhancement. The enhancement requires a soul fire and 8 skill points.

Looking down, it is the strengthening of various dead energy skill branches.

Erode, manipulate, burst, shape...

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

The last time I completed the medium wraith mission, there was no soul fire, but this time...

System prompt: Only by completing the obsession of the dead can one obtain the soul fire. The amount of soul fire depends on the strength of the completed obsession.

Beichuan Temple was taken aback and blinked his eyes.

That is to say...

"Sakura." Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to hold the ray of light.

This is probably the purest longing left by Sakura Yuki, and the other soul fires cannot be forcibly absorbed, perhaps because the thoughts of the undead still have their obsessions.

Beichuan Temple raised his head.

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

Those clusters of rays of light originally contained the thoughts of the dead...

 …

After seeing off the last wave of night guests, the chef Aida Ichiro took off his dark black izakaya apron, greeted his friend Hayakawa Yu with a smile, changed into his private clothes, and rode a bicycle into the night.

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

When he got home, he parked his bicycle and put it in his small bicycle shed. Just as Ichiro Aida was about to take out the key to open the door, the door suddenly opened by itself.

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

"Dad, welcome home. Want to eat first?"

Aimi Aida, wearing an apron, jumped up to Ichiro Aida lively and asked with a smile.

"Well... eat first."

Aida Ichiro smiled.

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

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

This is the most heart-warming moment for Aida Ichiro.

Whether it's the trouble of unruly customers or the pressure of business competition, as long as his daughter is there, he feels that no matter how hard he is outside, no matter how hard he bows to others, it is worth it.

"Why did you come back so late today? Did you meet any unruly guests?" Aimi Aida went up to take off the scarf for Ichiro Aida, and asked with concern.

Seeing her worried eyes, Aida Ichiro felt a pain in his heart, smiled kindly and shook his head:

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

"Really? Dad, you should eat first. I'm almost done with the meal."

Aimi Aida walked back to the kitchen and brought out one dish after another that she liked.

Golden crispy ginger tempura, white tofu miso soup, bubbling fish head sukiyaki hot pot.

For a while, Aida Ichiro couldn't tell whether it was fog in front of his eyes or something was blocking his sight.

"Please use."

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

"Dad, slow down—really, why are you reincarnated like a starving ghost?" Aimi Aida laughed and teased seeing her father's exaggerated movements of chomping.

"Amy's cooking is so delicious, you see, I even burst into tears." Aida Ichiro smiled.

"Really, is that so exaggerated?" Aimi Aida scratched her head in embarrassment.

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

Aida Ichiro originally wanted to hang up the phone directly, but Aimi Aida stared at him: "Work matters are more important."

"...Okay, okay." Aida Ichiro nodded dotingly, stood up, went outside the living room, rubbed his eyes, and then connected the phone: "Hello?"

"Ichiro, have you considered what I told you last time? You are such a good cook. We will definitely make a lot of money when we go to Tokyo to open an izakaya together! No matter how bad it is, it is better than you working as a small assistant cook in an izakaya in Yashan City Bar?"

"...Liang, I've already said this, I have something to do here..."

"What's the matter! Ichiro! Wake up! Amy has been dead for ten years! Ten years! Would she want to see you depraved like this?! Now you go home every day except to drink and look at Amy The photo is in a daze, I beg you as an old friend, come back quickly."

"Let me think about it..." Aida Ichiro hung up the phone.

"dad!"

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

"Uncle Nakamura is right, I've been dead...for ten years."

After hearing this, the tears that Ichiro Aida had been suppressing for so long finally burst out of his eyes.

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

After hearing the news, he rushed to Xucha High School immediately.

But it was too late, the raging fire engulfed not only the daughter's life, but also the lives of other students.

Since then, he closed his izakaya shop, and worked odd jobs in izakaya around Hachiyama City from time to time, living in a daze.

"I'm already dead. Dad. You should let it go."

Aida Ichiro felt Aida Aimi hug him.

"dad."

"I want to try Papa's... mashed potato ragout again..."

"My father's cooking is always delicious."

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

"Move on...Dad...go on..."

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

Aida Ichiro did not dare to turn around to see his daughter.

Cooking and his daughter used to be everything to him, and now he has lost both.

He lost his dream of being a cook.

He also lost his belief in being a father.

It's like he's a ghost...a walking corpse that's bound and wandering around Hachiyama City.

The voice behind finally disappeared.

Tears rushed out wantonly, and Aida Ichiro cried helplessly.

It took a long time before he came back to his senses.

There is still a warm family behind, and the fish head hot pot is bubbling and bubbling.

Aida Ichiro ate up the food, and after sorting out his emotions, he called Nakamura Ryo.

"Liang, I've considered what you said, and I..."

 …

The lights radiated heat, and Aida Ichiro placed the finished potato stew in front of the coffin.

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

The first dish to regain his status as a cook, no matter what, he had to let his daughter taste it.

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

There is still food left over from outside.

Is it a hallucination or Aimi Aida really came back?

whatever.

Aida Ichiro smiled. Crying and laughing at the same time.

The long incense burns silently.

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

Thank you for your rewards when you are lonely and drinking alone, thank you very much.