Daily life in Zongman

"At that time, we will be completely finished if we cannot receive guests, Mofu."

Muffin had a complicated expression on his face: "It's just that he didn't expect you to be so powerful, Mofu. So, this is not luck, but strength, Mofu."

"I'm indeed quite strong, especially in close combat."

Facing Matsunomenon, Fujiwara Haru was not modest and simply talked about his own strength.

"Master Fujiwara, the guests have been rescued."

After handling the aftermath, Sendou Isuzu came to report.

Fujiwara Haru nodded in understanding and inquired whether this incident would attract public attention, given the dragon and supernatural phenomena involved. He then learned that the entire Gancheng Brilliant Amusement Park was under a large-scale enchantment, and that guests would subconsciously interpret the various surreal phenomena as normal performances, and that there would not be any major disturbances.

"Then Qiandou, notify the facilities manager to work overtime tonight to repair the Ferris wheel and ensure it is ready for use before the park officially opens tomorrow."

"Although the magician is dead, the one who signed the gambling contract with us is Gancheng Planning. They are a profit-driven group, and they won't give up the management rights of the amusement park just because one person disappears. We still need to prepare countermeasures."

"Therefore, we cannot have any vulnerable areas at this stage, especially if popular attractions suddenly shut down, as this could allow the enemy to create a wave of online rumors about the park's facilities being compromised."

"Yes, Lord Fujiwara."

"After dinner, notify the General Affairs Director to come to my place for a meeting. Let's discuss and confirm how to deal with the widespread poaching. We also need to confirm a countermeasure plan as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Fujiwara."

Song Songbing looked at Fujiwara Haru, who was already working with Chito not far away, and then looked at his niece Latifah, who was sitting nearby. She sat quietly listening to their conversation, a faint smile on her face, not a polite smile, but a smile that came from the heart.

He stood aside and watched for a while, then said "Muff" and left. Go back to work, the candy shop is still waiting for him to reopen.

After a moment of chaos, the place returned to its former peace and tranquility, and the number of guests visiting today was fixed at 8716.

Late at night, Fujiwara Haru returned home. He had already arranged everything for the amusement park tomorrow and asked Sento Isuzu to handle it on her own as he would not be there tomorrow.

The next day was Sister Shendong’s birthday, and he didn’t plan to go out.

Unlike most people, Shen Dongjie has never gone to shopping malls, amusement parks, movie theaters, or high-end restaurants for her birthday. Instead of going out to celebrate her birthday, she prefers to stay at home.

The Snow Girl, who is not good at communication, prefers a quiet atmosphere.

On June 6.20th, Fujiwara Haru stayed at home for the day.

On June 6.21st, I received a message from Rio Futaba asking me to go to her house.

I sent a message to Qiandou saying that I couldn't come over today. I went out and turned the corner. Next door was Futaba's house. I pushed the door open and walked in: "Futaba, I'm here."

Futaba was still the only one in the spacious living room. She was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone screen, a slight glare from the screen reflecting off her glasses.

Hearing the sound, she looked up and responded simply: "Yeah."

It's not indifference, but a response that has become a habit in daily life.

He walked over to her and sat down not far away: "Did Futaba have her period today?"

Calculating the time, it should be three or four days away. Why is it so early this time?

Fujiwara Haru thought that Futaba called him over this time because of her period, so he directly told Chito that he couldn't go today, and they missed the amusement park for another day.

Futaba paused, maintaining a calm expression: "It's not that matter. I called you here this time for something else."

She put away her phone and took out a small transparent glass bottle with a pill inside. "Remember the panacea we got before?"

Nodding: "Remember, didn't I ask you about this half a month ago? Is there any possibility of imitation? I want one."

"Analysis successful, imitation failed. There can't be a true panacea in this world."

Futaba said calmly.

"I didn't understand."

Futaba handed over the small glass bottle and took it in her hands.

"Throughout history, there have been many items called 'panaceas', such as paracetamol, aspirin, antibiotics, and even hot water, which has been called a universal solution. However, these items only have a variety of therapeutic effects, not actual 'cure-alls.'"

Futaba stood up and walked behind the bar in the living room, where she began to operate the coffee machine and juicer. As she did so, she said, "Every medicine has its specific indications, side effects, and limitations. In reality, there is no true 'panacea.'"

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused: "But we did get a panacea from the gods, which can cure any disease."

"It is a panacea, but it is not a cure-all. It does not cure patients through its own medicinal properties."

Futaba looked over and said, "I started analyzing the ingredients of the panacea as soon as the laboratory was built. But no matter how I analyzed it, all I could see was a pile of protein powder. It's just a ball of protein powder."

The juicer was spinning, squeezing the diced watermelon into juice. Futaba started to operate the coffee machine and continued, "It doesn't have any medicinal effects. You just get a little protein from eating it."

"Then why can it heal others? I gave that panacea to Nozomi before, and her ears really did heal."

"Ha~"

Futaba sighed: "I've made it so clear, idiot Fujiwara, haven't you guessed it yet?"

Fujiwara Haru shook his head back and forth, his cerebral cortex was very smooth when discussing issues with Futaba.

"Because it heals patients through 'authority'. To be more specific, after consuming it, one receives divine healing. It is the gods who heal the patient and turn it into a panacea."

Fujiwara Haru suddenly realized: "I see, I understand."

Futaba took out ice cubes from the refrigerator and added a few ice cubes to the squeezed watermelon juice: "You want a panacea, don't you? Take it."

His smooth brain was once again filled with wrinkles: "This panacea, is it the last one?"

There are three panaceas in total. One was given to Nozomi, one is in front of her, and the remaining one should have been used in the previous experiment, otherwise Futaba would not be so sure about this matter.

Futaba poured the coffee into the cup and replied softly: "Hmm."

Fujiwara Haru said nothing more and carefully put the panacea away. He really needed it. Later, he had to make it up to Futaba.

He received a new message on his phone. Sister Xuesha said that there was someone who was about to be cursed and he needed to go and see him urgently.

Futaba returned to the sofa, placed the ice watermelon juice in front of her, then placed the coffee on the other side and sat back on the sofa.

He picked up the watermelon juice and drank it, then burped: "It tastes good."

He put down the cup with only ice left in it and looked at Futaba: "Futaba, I have something urgent to do. I have to leave first."

Futaba paused, her tone was calm and without any dissatisfaction: "I'm a little angry, you have to make it up to me next time."

"it is good."

"Go ahead, idiot Fujiwara."

"Goodbye Futaba."

After leaving Futaba's house, I rode a motorcycle towards the Snow Woman family. While riding on the road and thinking about random things, I wondered if Futaba had become a little straightforward recently?

It seems that there is some. In recent times, even if Futaba is not on her period, she would occasionally say that she is a little unhappy, and her attitude is obviously that she needs to be coaxed.

Not as arrogant as before, but a little more delicate.

So cute.

Not long after Fujiwara Haru left, in Futaba's villa, she drank a sip of coffee, took out her cell phone and prepared to continue resting.

His eyes swept across the glass on the table with only ice left.

His eyes swept over again.

Scan again.

Until staring at it.

Today is the summer solstice. Cicadas chirp outside, and through the open window, a heat wave sweeps in. Wind chimes chime, and Futaba feels the heat.

She thought about it and decided to add some ice cubes to her coffee and drink some cool iced coffee.

So she poured the coffee into a cup with ice cubes, blushed slightly, and took a sip.

The slightly cool coffee went down her throat and into her stomach. After taking a sip, Shuangye felt relaxed both physically and mentally and put it down.

Summer is here, so I still need to drink something cold.

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The cursed person, who was about to explode, was an old woman who lived in a remote suburb, near a somewhat deserted area. Late one night a few days ago, she heard screams and followed the sound to find a group of children who had come to play a courage test.

They kept shouting "There's a ghost!" and running around like crazy. The old woman went home and got her grandson's favorite toy.

She held up her grandson's favorite toy and said, "Don't worry, kids, Tiga is here!"

The old woman successfully gathered the group of children together and took them to the Metropolitan Police Department, but after returning home that time, she felt increasingly exhausted.

Until yesterday, when a member of the Paranormal Management Bureau patrolling the area discovered something unusual and confirmed that she was cursed by a high-level spirit, and that the curse was about to erupt. The local Paranormal Management Bureau tried for a day, but no one could remove the curse without causing any harm.

The most skilled exorcist in the area admitted that he was not strong enough, and that if he were to break the curse, some negative effects would eventually affect the old woman.

And these slight negative impacts may very well be the last straw for the fragile old woman.

Hearing that the Snow Girl clan had recently produced a skilled exorcist who could break the curses left by the five realms of evil spirits, the local Supernatural Management Bureau transferred the old woman over to try to save her.

Breaking a curse depends mainly on two factors: 1) the level of the curse, and 2) the fineness of the spiritual energy that needs to be controlled when clearing the curse.

Generally speaking, when breaking a curse, consider the difficulty of the curse, and don't worry too much about the precision of your spiritual control during the process. There may be some negative effects that dissipate after breaking, but they're not a big deal. Just let the cursed person go home, drink some chicken soup, and get a good night's sleep.

But the old woman could no longer bear these negative effects, and because the curse was about to break out, the spiritual energy control required to eliminate the curse was more refined.

Fujiwara Haru spent the entire afternoon carefully removing the curse. He felt like he was back a month ago, when he had finished his training and discovered a popular game on the market, so he bought it and started playing.

The game's tutorial for beginners begins: This is attack, this is blocking, this is dodging, this is the swordsman Ashina Isshin.

Bad news, even though he defeated Ashina Isshin, his hand was still cut off.

Good news, there aren’t so many plot twists in reality, and the old woman was successfully rescued.

After this battle, Fujiwara Haru was 100% sure of breaking the little princess's curse. At the same time, after moving away from Futaba, his wise mind realized one thing: since the imitation of the panacea had failed, this panacea was very precious.

He had previously thought that once Futaba succeeded in imitating the elixir, he would give it to Princess Latifah to cure her eye disease.

Now, maybe we can try a different approach.

Fujiwara Haru found Sister Xuesha, and through Xuesha found a snow girl who was good at treatment, and brought her to Gancheng Brilliant Amusement Park.

He is not very good at healing. The spiritual energy in his body has the destructive attribute of fire. With careful control, he can break the curse, but it is too difficult to use fire to heal others.

When they arrived at Red Maple Castle, the maids did not stop them at all along the way.

It was getting close to evening and the wind was a bit strong. Not seeing Princess Latifah on the open-air terrace on the top floor of the castle, he went to her room and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Pushing the door open and entering: "Good news, I..."

Through the gauze curtains of the oversized bed, I saw Princess Latifah changing her clothes, apparently having just taken a bath.

Fujiwara Haru quickly closed the door and walked out.

Princess Latifah noticed that the person who came in was not Chito Isuzu, so she put on her clothes shyly and walked out of the bedroom.

"Sorry, I thought it was Isuzu."

It wasn't her fault, yet she apologized for it.

"My question, I should have asked in advance."

In order to prevent each other from actively taking the blame, Fujiwara Haru didn't discuss the matter too much, but directly started a new topic: "How do you feel today?"

"Hmm~ I feel great today~"

Princess Latifah showed a bright smile on her face, a smile full of courtesy. She didn't want others to worry too much about her.

Looking at the little princess in front of him, he squatted down and stretched out his hands. The little princess also cooperated by opening her arms.

He picked up the lovely little princess Latifah, held her high, and gently held her.

The smile on Princess Latifah's face was no longer as bright and polite as before, but slowly turned into a smile of joy, becoming more genuine.

After playing with her for a while, he put her on the bed.

The little princess had no idea what was going on with the action of putting her on the bed, and just looked at it with some curiosity.

"Keep quiet and try not to move."

"Yeah, okay~"

She was full of trust in the hero, and after agreeing obediently, she lay quietly on the bed.

He reached out and cast a detection spell once again. Dense, twisted, dark lines, like earthworms, appeared on the little princess's body. They were even more numerous than the last time he saw them, threatening to completely envelop her. The beautiful princess was like a canary trapped in a quagmire, gradually being swallowed by the pitch-black mud.

He reached out his hand again and placed it above the curse.

Spiritual energy, like threads, entwined itself around the surface of the pitch-black earthworms, enveloping, dissolving, and dispersing them. The curse was slowly broken in layers, until the princess, enveloped in the black mud, reappeared before them.