Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

Everything felt so real.

He stared blankly, not even activating his Nightmare, and walked straight out of the alley, naturally blending into the crowd coming and going on the street.

"Um, excuse me!"

Suddenly a voice called out to him from the side.

He instinctively turned around and looked, instantly stunned.

A petite woman with short hair and big eyes, dressed in a well-tailored, elegant Wu-style dress with an apron tied around her waist, was holding a box of dumplings in her hand: "Um, would you like some pan-fried dumplings? They're delicious!"

Chapter 150 Kazama Ryoka

Is it possible for such a coincidence to happen in the world?

I just had a sudden idea to come here for a stroll, and as soon as I arrived, I immediately met the person I was looking for?

Even novels wouldn't dare to write something like this, would they?

Kotegawa looked at the woman in front of him who looked almost exactly like Haruka, his heart pounding wildly, feeling both excited and uneasy.

What a coincidence...

"guest?"

The woman holding the dumplings looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then called out softly again.

Kotegawa blurted out, "I want to eat!"

His voice was slightly loud, which startled the woman a little, but upon hearing the affirmative reply, she couldn't help but smile and turn around to warmly greet him: "Please sit down, please sit down!"

They look so alike, even their dimples when they smile are exactly the same... His thoughts drifted slightly as he followed the woman to sit down at the stall hidden behind the curtain.

It's a very common mobile ramen stall, with three stools at the front and a curtain to cover the upper body of customers for rain protection.

After returning to her stall, the woman skillfully started a fire, brushed on oil, and began frying dumplings.

Kotegawa glanced around and saw that there were only chopsticks and small dishes beside him, but no vinegar or chili.

He watched the dumplings in the oil pan gradually turn golden brown, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Um, excuse me..." He took out a bottle of Yin Qi Pills from his pocket and asked, "Can I pay with this?"

The woman, who was intently watching the dumplings, said without looking up, "Please wait a moment! If you don't keep a close eye on them now, they'll fall apart."

Kotegawa waited quietly.

Two minutes later, a plate of about ten dumplings was placed in front of him, golden and tempting, glistening with oil.

The woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her face showing some embarrassment, and explained, "My husband usually takes care of frying the dumplings, but he's been sick lately, so my dumplings might not be very good. Please forgive me."

She spoke very cautiously, as if she had finally managed to attract a customer but was afraid that the customer would be dissatisfied and angry.

Kotegawa looked down at the plate and smiled gently. "These are very tempting pan-fried dumplings..." He handed over the Yin Qi Pill in his hand. "I don't have anything else on me except this."

The woman was initially surprised that he couldn't produce any money, then her disappointment was barely concealed. She forced herself to remain composed, took the bottle with both hands, and softly said, "Excuse me..."

She held the bottle up to her eyes and looked at it from side to side, then looked at Kotegawa with a puzzled expression: "Guest, what is this?"

Please unscrew the cap.

"Well……"

The woman tried to twist the cap, but after using all her strength, the cap remained firmly in place. She leaned against the stall, catching her breath, and looked at Kotegawa with some embarrassment and awkwardness.

Kotegawa silently reached out and took it, slightly turned it, unscrewed the cap, and handed it back to her.

The woman carefully removed the loosened cap, and a chilling aura instantly spread out.

She took a gentle sniff, her eyes widening instantly. She covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Such rich spiritual energy! Is it really possible? Are we really going to exchange such a precious treasure for fried dumplings?"

Spiritual energy? Kotegawa paused for a moment, then said softly, "Of course, whatever you like."

He didn't know what the Ghost Kingdom used as currency, but Yin Qi Pills were definitely one of the hard currencies in the Ghost Kingdom.

"Then..." The woman looked around, took out a clean white handkerchief, poured out a pill from the bottle, carefully held it, and quickly returned the bottle.

Kotegawa hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the bottle, covering it with his hand.

The woman carefully wrapped the handkerchief in layers, put it in her purse, and smiled again: "You are such a generous guest! As a token of my appreciation, please eat as many fried dumplings as you like today!"

"Is it all-you-can-eat?" Kotekawa glanced at the basin next to him, estimated the number of dumplings, and then dismissed the idea.

Gu Yao looked at the ten fried dumplings on the plate, his eyes flickered a few times, and then looked up at the woman and said, "Um, if it's convenient, could you tell me your name?"

"Hmm?" The woman, still in the throes of joy, paused for a moment before replying, "My name is Kazama Ryoka, nice to meet you."

"Kazama?" Kotegawa was also taken aback, and it took him a while to come to his senses. Wasn't it Mikazuki?

"Sir...is something wrong?" The woman asked, noticing his disappointed expression.

Kotegawa lowered his head and picked up a dumpling with his chopsticks: "It's nothing, it's just that you look very similar to one of my elders."

"Really?" the woman asked in surprise. "Is she my sister?"

Kotegawa, who was about to eat dumplings, stopped and pondered, "No, that elder's surname is Mikazuki, so he's probably not from your family."

"Mikazuki?" the woman murmured to herself, then suddenly chuckled, "It's a little of a pity, but it does share the same surname as my husband. Could they be relatives on his side... Haha, just kidding!"

Just as Kotekawa was about to bring the dumpling to her mouth, she looked up in astonishment, her eyes widening in surprise: "You...you don't take your husband's surname?"

"Why should I take my husband's surname?" the woman asked blankly.

Kotegawa placed the dumplings down, and an icy aura instantly froze the dumplings and plate into ice blocks, which he then tossed into the Impermanence Domain. He coughed and handed the bottle of Yin Qi Pill back over.

Kazama Ryoka felt even more lost.

"Please take me home!" Kotegawa said earnestly.

Kazama Ryoka was taken aback, then frowned and took a few steps back: "Guest, please have some self-respect!"

Kotegawa quickly explained, "I just want to see your husband."

"I'm sorry, my husband is ill and it's not convenient for him to see guests." She shook her head and politely declined.

"Well..." Kotegawa's mind raced, and he tried to say, "To be honest, I'm new here and don't know where to spend the night. If it's possible, could I stay the night? I'll pay the rent properly."

Kazama Ryoka's expression changed: "Guest, you are being extremely rude!"

Kotegawa was stunned, then suddenly recalled what he had learned in his history book... It seemed that staying overnight in ancient times had that kind of meaning.

He quickly said, "Please don't misunderstand! I just want to see your husband, and I'll leave right away, without any delay!"

He shoved the entire bottle into her hand and said earnestly, "In short, please let me see your husband!"

Kazama Ryoka stared at him blankly, then hesitated before saying, "Why are you so insistent on seeing my husband? Can you tell me your reasons?"

"I just want to ask your husband a few questions." Kotegawa replied without hesitation, "Please!"

“In that case…” Kazama Ryoka hesitated, then handed the bottle back: “Then please wait a moment, until I finish selling the fried dumplings.”

Looking at the dumplings that had only sold one serving, Kotegawa thought to himself, "Then I'll help out."

"Huh?"

This time, before Kazama Ryoka could say anything to refuse, he put away his sword pouch, stood beside the stall, and a dark aura spread across his eyes. Under Kazama Ryoka's astonished gaze, he gathered his inner energy and shouted, "Fried dumplings! Delicious fried dumplings! Come and buy some!"

"Guest, guest..." Kazama Ryoka was at a loss.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and then a dark mass of figures surrounded them.

"Please give me one!"

"I want one too!"

"I want ten servings!"

Kotegawa rolled up his sleeves, tied on an apron, and immediately started adding firewood to the fire, frying dumplings with a loud bang.

Kazama Ryoka is so busy collecting money that she's practically running around in circles.

Chapter 151 You died too

In fact, a bowl of dumplings sells out faster than it is eaten.

In just five minutes, the basin was completely empty, and then, at Kotegawa's shout, the figures gathered around dispersed as if nothing had happened.

Only Kazama Ryoka remained, standing there bewildered, a pile of small black stones scooped up in her apron.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Kotegawa seemed to hear the voice echoing in her mind. He untied his apron and asked, "Excuse me, is it alright to go now?"

“Yes, that’s right…” Kazama Ryoka gave him a strange look, walked behind the stall, and threw all the dark, purplish-black pebbles she had been carrying in her apron into a box, making a crisp, clinking sound.

Kotegawa looked on curiously and asked, "Is this money?"

“Yes…” Kazama Ryoka looked at him even more strangely. He didn’t even recognize money, yet he could casually take out more valuable items. Where did this young master come from? She looked down at the box, picked out two stones, one small and one large, and introduced them: “This is a small spirit stone, and this is a large spirit stone. Eleven small spirit stones can be exchanged for one large spirit stone. A plate of fried dumplings costs one small spirit stone.”

Kotegawa nodded repeatedly. He could sense the faint yin energy emanating from the stone, which was almost the same as the yin energy itself.

He poured out a Yin Qi Pill from the bottle and asked, "Um, how many spirit stones can I exchange this for?"

"I should be able to exchange for a lot, right?" Kazama Ryoka wasn't sure, then bit her lower lip, took out a handkerchief from her waist pouch, and said reluctantly, "The customer only ordered one serving of fried dumplings, it's not right for me to charge you so much, consider that one serving as my treat for the customer, and thanks to the customer, all the fried dumplings were sold out today."

"No, no, no..." Kotekawa waved his hands repeatedly, "A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Since I said I'd use that to buy your fried dumplings, how could I go back on my word?" He placed another Yin Qi pill in her hand and said, "This is the reward for seeing your husband. Please lead the way."

Kazama Ryoka looked down at him, tilting her head to the side, her gaze even stranger... as if she were looking at a complete idiot who had run away from a landlord's house.

Kotegawa remained expressionless, pretending not to understand.

Kazama Ryoka carefully put away the second Yin Qi Pill, tidied up the car, and pushed it up forcefully, saying, "Guest, please come with me."

Seeing her swaying unsteadily, Kotegawa quickly went over to lend a hand, took the bike from her, and said, "You can lead the way... By the way, how did you push it all the way here?"

Kazama Ryoka blushed and stammered, "I'm sorry, my husband pushed me here."

Kotegawa nodded silently.

"Please go this way..." She pointed to a road ahead and led the way.