Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

Su Yan stared at the bowl of rice with a frown on his face. He turned his chopsticks around in his hand three times but didn't dare to eat. He kept muttering to himself: Is this old guy deliberately trying to make trouble for me? But when he looked up, he was met with Furuhara Ryoki, his legs shaking and his forehead covered with cold sweat. He didn't seem to be pretending.

"You eat it. I'm not hungry." Su Yan handed him the bowl and chopsticks.

Furuhara Ryoki was stunned for a moment, then stepped back in fear:

"I...I don't dare to eat it."

Su Yan shook his head:

"If you're not going to eat it, then take it away... and these pickles are already rotten, throw them away quickly."

Somehow, when Furuhara Ryoki heard this, he panicked. He hurriedly shoved all the pickles into the rice, mixed it up a bit, and stuffed it into his mouth. At first, he didn't dare to pick up the meat, until Su Yan pushed the meat plate to his side, then he smiled and picked up two slices.

Who knew that he couldn't stop eating after tasting it, and finally ate the whole plate of fat meat clean, licking the plate until it was shiny.

Su Yan was stunned by what he saw. The way Furuhara Ryoki ate like a hungry wolf was just like the disaster victims in the impoverished period of Daxia shown on TV. People at that time could only see a few pieces of meat a year, and they would stare with bloodshot eyes at the sight of meat beads.

Amemiya Haruki was supported by Lin Qiye and walked over and sat diagonally opposite Su Yan.

"This is his best food. I just brought that piece of bacon yesterday, and he couldn't bear to eat it."

"Uncle Guyuan is different from the rest of us. Although he's also the Master of the Huojin Sword and a wanted criminal at the [Evil Ghost] level, he's actually just a blacksmith. He has no way of protecting himself against the Oracle. So, ever since he inherited the [Divine Hidden] ability, he's been hiding, living in a remote mountain village, repairing farm tools for the villagers for a living. It's barely enough to make ends meet, and he often goes hungry."

There was a hint of pleading in Amamiya Haruki's words:

"And Uncle never even considered overthrowing the Pure Land. He just loved hammering and tinkering all day. He's a genuinely honest man. If the [Shenyin] sword spirit wasn't his ancestor, Uncle wouldn't have become the master of the Huojin sword."

While Furuhara Yoshiki was cleaning up the dishes, Amamiya Haruki slowly told the story of the blacksmith.

After he finished speaking, Su Yan had an idea in his mind.

To sum it up in three words: an honest man.

Su Yan curled his lips and sneered, "It's no use begging for mercy. Didn't Lin Qiye tell you? I've never been a pushover. I won't let him go just because you say so.

"However, you don't have to worry about his safety. I can't bear to see such a talent die."

There was a hint of helplessness in Amamiya Haruki's eyes.

As a defeated opponent, he had no right to negotiate terms, and this was all he could do to help the uncle.

After a while.

Su Yan called Furuhara Ryoki to his side and said with a hint of chill in his voice:

"Guyuan Liangshu, we have an old saying in Daxia: 'Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts.' So I should have taken your Huojin Sword, but the old saying is still true, saying...what is it...?"

Su Yan thought for a few seconds and waved his hand vigorously: "Hey, this is not important. Anyway, I plan to give you a chance. You can keep your sword."

"Thank...thank...thank...thank you, sir."

The sword spirit in [Kamikakushi] is just an object in the eyes of others, but to Furuhara Yoshiki, it is the blood of his ancestors, the master who taught him blacksmithing, and the life embedded in his bones.

After being nervous for a long time, he finally felt relieved when he heard Su Yan promise not to take the knife away.

Furuhara Yoshiki burst into tears and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

"Get up, Daxia doesn't accept this." Su Yan held his arm. "Listen, this is conditional. The condition is simple: come back to Daxia with me and serve us. Repairing forbidden objects for the organization will be a very difficult task. If you agree, the knife is yours. If not, I will take the knife and leave without harming your life."

For a person who has lived in seclusion for many years, leaving the village would make him afraid, let alone being taken to other countries, which was something he had never dared to think about before.

And it’s a very hard job!

Furuhara Ryoki was stunned, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

But he looked at the [Invisibility] on his waist, didn't hesitate for long, and nodded:

"Sir, I'll go pack up some food, luggage, and ironware, and then I'll leave with you."

Chapter 428 The handle of the knife is Brother Qiye’s head!

"Wait a moment."

Su Yan saw him turn around and called out to him in surprise: "What's the rush? Aren't you going to ask about the reward?"

Su Yan couldn't understand why people were treated like slaves without asking for salary.

Thinking back to when he was young and naive, the most important reason why he chose to join the Night's Watch was to obtain more mysterious corpses and stabilize the small bonfire left by his ancestors.

The second is high salary!

Rather than wandering around as a lone man, sleeping in the open air, it is better to join the Night's Watch. Although there are certainly restrictions on freedom, at least you don't have to worry about having enough food and clothing.

Su Yan swore that he really thought so at that time.

But later on, for some reason, my motivation became more and more off track, and not only did I make a lot of partners, I actually started making good friends.

"There really is a succubus in this organization...even I can't handle it!"

Thinking of this, Su Yan turned his head and glanced at Lin Qiye, thinking to himself, "Brother Ten Years, I'm trapped now. I can only rely on you! When the ten-year period is up, I'll wait for you to quit the Night's Watch. Let's not just do it for show. We must keep our promises. Leave it to you!"

Furuhara Ryoki turned around, his face full of surprise: "Sir, I, I still have a reward?"

"Of course there is. Do you think we, the Night's Watch, are some low-class believer organization?" Su Yan said, his voice gradually becoming weaker.

"Well... the compensation isn't too high. After all, we're not a for-profit organization, so you have to understand that... but! The advantage is stability. Super stable! It's a stable job, the kind that allows you to earn a living as long as you're not dead! Room and board included, 38,000 yuan a month, and it increases annually with seniority, and there's also a guaranteed pension upon retirement."

Lin Qiye looked up at Su Yan and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Su Yan gave too little.

Weaponsmiths like Furuhara Ryoki are different from ordinary Night's Watchmen. They are extremely rare in Daxia and have always been the hot commodity that all major forces have fought over.

A decent forbidden item can easily kill several small targets, and an extremely high-risk forbidden item is priceless.

If something is damaged in battle, someone has to come and repair it, so the value that can be created by the weaponsmith industry, measured in money, is extremely high.

But the Night's Watch couldn't give much.

After all, a non-profit public sector has to consider both money and influence, so most weaponsmiths are not in the Night's Watch, but more in business families.

There is one in the Baili family. The annual salary of other forbidden object users is more than 200 million, and the monthly salary of the weaponsmith is more than 200 million. The gap is obvious.

"Thirty-eight thousand."

Furuhara Yoshiki's face lit up with joy, and he started calculating in his mind: with food and accommodation provided, any amount of compensation would be a net profit!

And the advantage is stability.

Now I have new clothes, and maybe I can even buy a pack of cigarettes every now and then, so I don’t have to squat at the village entrance to pick up other people’s cigarette butts!

"Sir, wait for me. I'll go pack up the food and ironware, and then I'll leave with you."

His face was filled with joy, but Amamiya Haruki beside him frowned and couldn't help but mutter, "38,000 yuan? What can I do with this little money? It's too much."

Su Yan pretended not to hear.

Furuhara Yoshiki was startled, and fearing that he would anger the adults, he quickly winked:

"You kid, don't talk nonsense. The adults have given us enough. I am full and my family is not hungry. Why do I need money?"

Amemiya Haruki smiled bitterly and said no more.

Su Yan didn't say anything in return, but Lin Qiye had spent some time with Amamiya Haruki and was surprised that this guy, a real poor fellow, could say something as arrogant as "38,000 is enough for anything". After a moment's thought, he suddenly realized:

"Did you misunderstand something? The 38,000 Su Yan mentioned is Da Xia currency."

Amamiya Haruki raised an eyebrow: "Daxia currency, how much is that?"

"If converted into Japanese yen..." Lin Qiye calculated in his mind for a few seconds: "It should be 75 yen per month."

Amamiya Haruki nodded, "Oh, 750,000 yen..."

Midway through his words, Amamiya Haruki suddenly fell silent. A few seconds later, he stood up and took a deep breath. "How much, 750,000 yen, per month?"

Lin Qiye: "Yeah."

"..."

Amamiya Haruki was stunned.

Furuhara Yoshiki was also stunned.

Then, for some reason, he seemed to have fallen seriously ill and suddenly became unsteady. His body tilted against the stone table, and he only managed to avoid falling thanks to his strong arms that had been used for years as blacksmiths. He stared at Lin Qiye with his eyes as big as copper bells.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Lin Qiye looked apologetic: "But, the work will be very hard, you have to be mentally prepared."

Furuhara Ryoki shook his head and stammered, "It's not hard. I only need to sleep four hours a day."

Hey, this is absolutely not allowed! Are you trying to drag down your colleagues? You will make us look like lazy fish... Su Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"It's not that exaggerated. We work from 9 to 5 and have two days off a week. But in the early days, there was a lot of work backlog, so we only had one day off a week. But we get triple overtime pay."

Weekend?

Triple pay for overtime?

Is this... is this hard work? Are they going to take me back and worship me?!

Furuhara Yoshiki was completely stunned.

He used the little brain power he had left to recall everything the two adults had said.

After deciding that the two adults had no need to lie to him, with a bang, blood rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead.

Dry!

Whoever doesn't let me do it, I will kill him!

Furuhara Ryoki exerted force with his arms, stood up straight, and said with a serious look: "Sir, hurry up, we leave now."

"You're not packing?"

"No more!"

"..."

Looking at the back of the person running out of the village in the mud, Su Yan and Lin Qiye looked at each other in silence.

Su Yan had a strange expression:

"Honestly, before I came here, I was thinking of putting a knife to his neck to force him to agree."

Lin Qiye nodded: "Well, I thought I would tie him up first and then slowly win him over with virtue. Thirty-eight thousand, I didn't expect that thirty-eight thousand would be enough."