Shenqi literati and Shenqikui were full of bad water. They wanted to pour the Xicheng style with wine, and then use the alcohol to put the Xicheng style into the Xicheng style.

As a result, when they just felt that the Xicheng style was OK, they both had already poured it first.

This makes Xicheng style somewhat funny.

However, considering that the literati of Fukaki and Fukaki Aoi were for Sarahara, Nishijo style didn't think there was anything else.

He is just a stranger he just met today. Shenqi Wenren and Shenqiui didn't believe him particularly, and it was normal for him to test him.

Compared to this...

Xicheng Style began to sort out what Shenqi literati just told him.

The information I bought now is probably the case that Dajiang Zi is lying in the hospital.

It is said that after Dajiang Zi fell into a coma, she has been losing consciousness and has been lying in the hospital for more than half a year.

In the past six months, even if the money from selling the old house is supported, it will not last long.

The road ahead of Sasahara Yuki and even the Fukaki family was very difficult.

Oezumi must be saved. After all, only she knows what Sasahara Natsuki did at that time and where he went. And Sasahara Yuki must also be in contact with him. Nishijo Shi was also a little curious about the son of the Ghost Hand.

but--

"Let's rest today."

After taking a bath, Xicheng Style sat in the room and stretched her waist, put the round table in the corner, then tidied up the mattress, and lay down comfortably.

It's useless to be anxious now.

Let's see the specific situation tomorrow.

......

There is a dilapidated wooden house on Yazawa Mountain, not far from the town.

This small wooden house is extremely simple, with wooden strips nailed horizontally and vertically looking ugly and rough.

The area of ​​the wooden house looks about fifteen square meters, small and narrow.

And in this fifteen-square-meter area, we must remove the rag that Yuki Sasahara moved from her hometown - the small TV that is not available, the broken Mickey Mouse Doll...

The originally crowded and narrow room became even smaller.

The decorations in the room are very simple.

The small bed, the small earth stove in the middle, with a pot and a shovel, and the other side is ragged.

But Yuki Sahara didn't care. Her little head was lying on the air outlet next to the small stove at this time, and her mouth was blowing, trying to blow the sparks inside into a small flame.

But every time it was blowing quickly, a gust of cold wind was rolling in through the gap in the wooden house, extinguishing the flames.

It is now early March, and it is the cold wind.

As soon as the wind blew, her body jumped up with trembling.

So cold! So cold!

Yuki Sasahara sniffed, looked at the gap in the wooden house, and decided to make up for it tomorrow.

After finally rising the fire, Sasahara Yuki washed his dirty hands with water, and his expression was very serious and poured the food that Fukaki Tomoko sent today into the pot.

After hesitating for a while, she still peeled off the ham she bought and ate it in small bites.

She bought two hams with the eyes of the townsmen, one for herself to eat, and the other for Shenqi Zhizi.

Yuki Sasahara stared at the firelight in a daze... his big eyes slightly condensed, and his whole body was immersed in memories.

In my impression, she also gave some kids of the same age a ham sausage, and she wanted to be friends with them.

But they always smiled and took away the ham sausage and ran away. No one came, and no one was willing to play with her.

Over time, she only left the ham sausage to Chichi.

Life now...is pretty good.

It’s just that Dajiang’s mother is gone, she’s a little lonely.

She wiped her tears and put the food into a small bowl. She was about to start eating, but suddenly she seemed to think of something again.

Yuki Sasahara stood up, turned around, ran to his bed, and took out a small bottle.

The small bottle is filled with small stars folded with colorful paper, and there are all kinds of colors. I picked it up and waved it gently, and it seemed like a rain of stars was falling inside...

She broke these stars for more than half a year, because Da Jiang Zi once told her that as long as she broke one thousand paper stars, she could make wishes on these paper stars.

At first, she always couldn't make it well, but later she gradually became proficient.

Yuki Sasahara poured out all the stars and counted them one by one.

1,2,3...

Well, with the stars I just folded today, there are exactly one thousand.

Enough!

Yuki Sasahara smiled.

Her hands quickly closed, so subtle... It seemed that the sound of being flooded by the cold wind in an instant:

"I hope everyone in the town is healthy and don't hate me anymore."

"I hope Dajiang's mother will come back soon, I miss her."

"I hope Tomoko won't cry anymore... She cried so ugly..."

She made three wishes in one breath, and couldn't help but sigh, and felt a little hesitant.

Isn’t you a little greedy after suddenly making three wishes?

Thinking of this, Sasahara Yuki quickly closed his eyes again:

"I hope I can wear many beautiful skirts and eat a lot of delicious food in the future."

After making this wish, Sasahara Yuki was satisfied.

If you are greedy, it is better to be more greedy.

She hid the small bottle of paper stars again and took out a piece of meat that emitted an unknown black gas from under the bed.

The piece of meat was sticky and wriggling as soon as he started his hand, and his pink tentacles stretched out, looking extremely strange and terrifying.

Seeing this scene, Sasahara Yuki endured the pain and bit the gap with the part of his right hand that belonged to the ghost hand.

Bright red blood dripped on top of the meat.

It's like meeting sulfuric acid.

The meat twitched as a whole, and a lot of unknown black gas dissipated.

Fortunately, it won't hurt Chiko and the others in this way.

After doing this, Sasahara Yuki sat back next to the earthen stove, eating and staring at the fire.

"By the way, there is that person." Yuki Sasawa thought of the young man he saw at Tomoko Fukaki's house today.

That person...what if he really came to find her as Tomoko said...what did he come to find her?

Recalling the action of Nishiki-style punching the resentful spirit, and remembering Tomoko's crying expression, Sasahara Yuki swallowed the last bite of the meal and finally seemed to have made up some decision.

A small wooden house in the dark night, with a spark...

Flowing and burning...

......

When Xichengshi woke up at about eight o'clock in the morning, he remembered what Bai Wu Godzi told him before leaving—

‘The son of the Ghost Hand is either very kind and innocent, and is unwilling to hurt. Or it is very bad, the kind that is so bad that it is in the bones. Therefore, when facing the son of the Ghost Hand, you must carefully distinguish it.’

"Seriously identify..."

Xichengshi raised her eyebrows when she remembered this sentence.

According to what the Fumiki literati and others said, the Sasahara Yuki should belong to the kind category.

Even if she had the ability to deal with the townspeople, she did not take any action to harm people. Instead, she moved out of the town alone and lived alone in Yazawayama.

But this may also be my own subjective view.

After all, I haven't seen Sasahara yet... It's still a bit of time to find her.

Thinking of this, Xicheng style rubbed his eyebrows,

Then--

Pick.

The paper door opened, and the little girl in an old red dress stood by the door, holding a big bottle of paper stars in her arms, and looked at him curiously with big eyes.

The muscles were clearly distinguished, just like a massive burn arm that made Xicheng-style eyes flash.

This little girl is Sasahara Yuki at first glance.
To be continued...