Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 402: Enemies at Mount Nari

This izakaya can be seen everywhere. The owner is a man in his fifties. Due to the "permit index" system of the East Land Republic, his level of cyborgization is very low, and only his eyes are twinkling.

There are currently no customers at the izakaya.

When he heard Song Shi’s words, he stopped picking up the edamame.

"Brother, are you from out of town?"

Song Shi's face was now a young man's. He hummed and said, "Yes, I am traveling here. I have heard of the reputation of the 'Arakan God Festival' in Nari County for a long time, and I found that the time was just right, so I came here by the way."

"Oh, traveling!" The old man wiped his hands on a white towel beside him and pushed a plate of roasted bird over. His face showed true nostalgia: "It's great to be young! At that time, I also wanted to travel everywhere!"

"It didn't come true in the end." Song Shi picked up a string with a smile.

"Alas, I have no money. I only have a vibrant, beating heart. But what can a heart do?" The old man shook his head and sighed, "Now, I don't even have the vitality of my heart. All that's left is the beating."

".Uh."

Song Shi swallowed the roasted bird and pondered for a moment: "How much is the monthly membership?"

The old man's face suddenly froze, and he forced himself to smile: "Guest, guest, what are you talking about?"

"The main thing is, this set of rhetoric sounds so familiar to me." Song Shi touched his chin and said, "It feels like the kind of rhetoric software that analyzes conversations in real time and provides heart-to-heart talks. Did you buy it from Chenqi Generation?"

“Oh my!” The old man quickly poked his head out and looked around the pub. After finding that there was no one else, he smiled and said, “Young man, you have good taste! But, don’t mention it! Don’t mention it!”

He took a bottle of sake and a plate of grilled fish, placed them on the table, and indicated that he would not charge any money.

Then, he admitted that Song Shi was right.

Those words just now came from the conversation strategy software he bought from the giant enterprise [Dust Contract Generation], which is called "Midnight Diner" and is provided in real time on a monthly membership basis.

The old man sighed sincerely on his face: "I can't help it. Business is not good. There are so many izakayas. There are only a few brands of pre-prepared dishes for everyone to buy. The taste is not much different. I must improve my core competitiveness in other areas."

As he was speaking, the old man angrily said, "I am still on the right path. Some people add a lot of ingredients to the yakitori, and put some addictive substances in it. It's really true, it's really true!"

"It's not a big problem, actually." Song Shi consoled him, "These people at least added it secretly. The people in the Enterprise Alliance are all aboveboard, giving people large doses in front of them. Those who are not addicted won't take it."

The old man choked for a moment, and after a few seconds, he managed to squeeze out a dry sentence: "Young man, you have been to quite a lot of places."

"If you came here specifically for the Wild God Festival." The old man pondered for a long time and said in an admonishing tone: "Young man, if you ask me, just watch from a distance and don't squeeze into the crowd."

"Would you mind telling me the reason?" Song Shi stroked the small cup of sake and raised it to the old man.

The old man hesitated.

"The Wild God Festival is held every month, but only the one held in July is qualified to be called the 'Great Wild God Festival'." The old man said, "Well, the Great Wild God Festival is held once a year, and people come and go, and things like trampling have happened a lot. You are an outsider and you are not familiar with Lianggang City. It is not a blessing to get too close."

Song Shi could hear the insincerity behind the words.

His perception is so sharp that even if it is not a [consensus], it is difficult for ordinary people to be deceived.

"Actually, I knew a little bit about it before I came here."

Song Shi did not ask, but took the initiative to change the subject: "I heard that the Huang Shen Festival is to sacrifice to a god named 'Huang Shen' in Nari mythology. It is in charge of disasters between heaven and earth, so it is necessary to worship it frequently in exchange for peace."

"Oh, yes, that's right." The old man nodded in agreement.

"Although the Aragami Festival has a long history, it used to be a small local festival. It was not until fifty years ago that the Kamima clan, in the name of 'reviving the rituals', put a lot of effort into promoting the formalization and expansion of the Aragami Festival, that it gradually gained its current reputation." Song Shi paused and suddenly changed the subject.

"I also heard that every time a wild god is sacrificed, thirty pairs of boys and girls under the age of ten who have not lost their virginity are offered to Mount Nali?"

The old man, who was originally nodding, suddenly froze in expression.

His face turned extremely ugly, as pale as if he had fallen into an ice cave, but his face with sparse white hair still maintained a hint of cruelty.

"Closed! Closed!" The old man waved his white headscarf, trying to disperse the crowd while shouting, "Closed! Closed! Please leave!"

Song Shi put down the untouched sake, turned around, pulled aside the curtain and left.

His movements were so smooth that even the old man was stunned.

When he came to his senses, he found two silver tickets under the wine glass.

The old man stood there for a long while, and reluctantly said, "What an old-fashioned style."

His artificial eye flashed, and he found a picture of a Buddha statue and bowed to it, then sprayed the silver voucher with alcohol and carefully put it in his pocket.

It's bad luck, but as the eighth class of people with the lowest status under the household registration system of the Donglu Republic, we really can't care about these things. We just try to earn as much as we can.

Half an hour later, in a private room of a restaurant called "Shirasaka Raku".

Chu Tonglu pushed the door open and found that he was the last to arrive.

"You've come so late?" Song Shi raised an iron stick and shook it: "Seeing things reminds me of people, and the old scenery brings back memories?"

“Not so sentimental.”

Chu Tonglu sat down, reached into the oil pan with his bare hands without any hesitation, grabbed a handful of fried food and put it into his mouth.

"I haven't been back to Lianggang for many years." Chu Tonglu said casually, "My parents are gone, and I killed He Wen this time, avenged them, and they happened to be back, so I'll burn some incense for them."

"Originally it would have been best to place He Wen's head in front of the grave." Chu Tonglu shook his head and sighed, "But the situation at the Council of Knowledge was urgent at the time, so I could only burn his ashes instead. I hope my parents in heaven won't blame me."

".Why do you want to put the head on display?" Lapis Lazuli asked cautiously.

Chu Tonglu looked puzzled: "Isn't it always done this way?"

Ai Lu opened his eyes and said concisely: "The inheritance of Donglu."

Song Shi made the final conclusion: "Excellent customs."

Lapis Lazuli was silent for a few seconds, then decided to remain silent.

"——Everyone, I have made up my mind."

At this moment, Song Shi knocked on the table.

"You've all read the news, right? Three days from now, on July 1st, there will be the annual Nari event, the 'Great Wilderness God Festival'."

The young man looked around at everyone and spoke calmly.

"——On that day, let's attack Mount Nari."

(End of this chapter)