Midnight Restaurant

Chapter 338 Angel's Skin
I was very surprised, why a lot of feathers suddenly popped out of this empty express box?

Weird!

There was obviously no one just now, did I not notice?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that I really didn't pay attention, but, why am I not blind?

My reaction is Yin Guoer.

Seeing that pile of angel feathers, she really seemed to see shit. At that time, Titus' expression was vivid, and she pulled me and shook me, telling me to throw away the pair of feathers quickly.

"No, let's find out how these things come from first, shall we? And, this skin is really your father... hey?!"

I picked up the piece of skin, and suddenly found that the back of the skin was covered with exactly the same angel feathers in the box and on the coffee table!

I was even more confused then.

Then Yin Guoer yelled: "Oh! This... isn't this the skin on the angel's wings!!"

"You recognize this too? Hey, by the way, didn't you live in the human world for 18 years after you were born? Why do you recognize this?" Yes, I almost ignored this question. How did this girl know?

Yin Guoer didn't seem to have time to talk to me at the time, so she hid in her room first, then showed her head, stared at me and shouted: "You haven't heard of soul memory! These things are like human survival instincts, instincts! I instinctively hate things like angels!"

Well, it really is two kinds of creatures that are natural enemies of each other...

Oh no, by the way, aren't demons fallen angels?
Shouldn't the blood in their bodies be similar to a large extent?
Of course, I didn't ask about this, this girl seems to be allergic, I'm afraid she will be sick and crazy after a while.

In order to make this girl not disgusting, I didn't continue to play with them, but put the skins, feathers, etc. into express boxes and put them in the storage room, which is my current bedroom.

It's great that Xiaoya is gone, I finally have a bedroom of my own again.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and came out, but she still wrinkled her nose: "It stinks, it stinks... Hey, middle-aged man, what are you doing with my dad? Why are you playing with natural leather and angel feathers?" Disgusting thing, my dad is really too..."

"Hey, hey, stop, it's you who feel disgusting, you are a devil, buddy, I'm not... I still think this thing is quite holy."

Yin Guoer looked at me with a face so surprised that her jaw would drop, and then said: "You mortals are really scary, this... for us demons, it is like dancing with poop! Oh yes, You just put poop in the bedroom...I, I hate you so much!"

Taunted me, and even acted cute.

"Okay, you girl, stop making trouble... Seriously, why did your dad give me an angel's skin? And there were no feathers on that skin before, why did it suddenly grow so many? What do you mean? ?”

Yin Guoer looked at me: "Are you asking me? You should ask my father about this!"

I laughed dryly: "Just kidding, do you think that if the old man knows that this thing is an angel's skin with special effects, he can sell it to me for 700 yuan? Why can't he ask for [-] yuan?"

"That's true..." Sure enough, Yin Guo'er was very satisfied with her father.

So, we both fell into a state of bewilderment.

Why does this thing appear?

After thinking about it, I felt that it was definitely not Lao Yin who could answer this matter, so I called the proprietress.

When she heard what I said on the phone, she was puzzled: "...Angel's skin... and feathers?"

"Yeah, that's what Guo'er said, but the child is young, so it's easy to get it wrong... How about Sister Lan, I'll show you tomorrow?"

As I said before, the proprietress has been very nice to me recently, and she actually said at that time: "Forget it, it's okay anyway, I'll go to your place..."

She actually came on her own initiative.

That's not bad, after all, I'm also very anxious. Although this incident doesn't seem to have caused me any harm, it's hard to judge the potential danger.

In short, the more things I have experienced now, the more cowardly I am.

After waiting for about half an hour, Chou Le, who had gone out for morning exercises, came back, and the proprietress was also there, and the two met by chance.

"Young man, what about the feathers and skins?"

The proprietress went straight to the point when she came in.

I hurried to my bedroom and brought out the skin and a box of feathers.

Although the feathers appeared out of nowhere before, but this time when I came in, I found that there were not many feathers... It seems that the number is not constantly increasing.

When Yin Guoer saw those feathers, she hurriedly said that she was going to be late for school, and then walked away like hiding from shit.

I looked at the child helplessly, and then my eyes focused on the proprietress.

Chou Le also asked me what was going on, so I simply said a few words.

After I finished explaining to Chou Le, the proprietress also raised her head, and then picked up the so-called angel skin: "Young man, Dad Guo'er called you two days ago and said he wanted to sell it to you. Is this the one?"

I nodded: "Yeah, it's just two thousand seven... Oh, by the way, Sister Lan, this thing is really the skin of an angel's wings? Then why did this thing fall into the hands of ordinary people like Lao Yin?" ...Oh no, it should be why it fell into the hands of old friend Yin?"

"Then how do I know..." The proprietress gave me a look like a fool, then put down the skin and said, "But all I know is that you were deceived."

I was taken aback at the time: "Huh? Isn't this angel skin?"

"Yes...I mean, the seal on it has basically nothing to do with the talisman."

My face is full of black lines, nonsense, I still can't understand this.

Of course, this matter also strengthened my determination to ask Lao Yin for a refund.

But I don't understand what the proprietress said: "However, Sister Lan, why do you say that it doesn't matter at all... Could it be that there is still a little relationship?"

"Giggle..." The proprietress smiled softly, and stood up holding the skin: "If you insist on saying it has something to do with it, it's okay... how should I put it, I say it's not a talisman, because these words are a kind of magic spell that only angels or demons have. The reason why I said that it basically doesn’t matter is because the words contain spiritual power, and special combinations can bring out the spiritual power in them, and the special combination of these words seems to be able to exert some spiritual power This kind of power is similar to the distance of the magic talisman."

I almost understand, feelings, this is a Western talisman... Bah, what the hell is this called.

"Then... why did it appear?" I continued to struggle with the previous question.

The proprietress shrugged, indicating that she didn't know, but she smiled at the same time: "However, if you want to know, you can print these words and paint them with your blood to see what happens. When this thing appears, There must be a reason for it, if you want to know the answer, then follow the prompts."

What this woman said was casual...in case of danger.

However, in fact, I am also curious. The proprietress said that after the combination of these characters and seals, some spiritual power can be sent back. So, what will happen?My blood can affect the talisman, but does it have any effect on these angel and demon things?
I was quite curious, and then I looked at the proprietress: "Sister Lan, something went wrong, you need to help."

The proprietress didn't speak, just smiled, and then nodded very lightly...

So, out of curiosity, with the backing of the proprietress, I used blood to print and draw those characters.

Just draw on that angel skin.

Sure enough, these seals really contain so-called spiritual power, and, like the original Chunyang Talisman, nothing can be seen when it is not painted.But when my last word fell, at that moment, a ray of white light exploded from this piece of angel skin!

My entire room was instantly filled with this light.

Originally, this level of light should make people's eyes sting and make them unable to open them, but I didn't. Not only did I not fail to open them, but I felt that being stimulated by this light made people feel very comfortable.

"Young man, don't stare at the light in a daze...Look, there is an acquaintance on that light."

The proprietress suddenly reminded me, I raised my head subconsciously, and then almost died of fright.

Just above that beam of light, a false and solid shadow was formed!

an old man!

Gray hair, wrinkled face, two wings on his back... Oh no, not two, only one wing, covered with pure white feathers, and this old man's face is the focus of my confusion.

He is actually the executioner! !

"I...fuck...you...you're not dead?!"

At that time, I immediately summoned a group of pure Yang talismans attached to my body, which came out from the collar and sleeves, and surrounded the phantom of the executioner.

If I find the right opportunity, I will strike this old man with a pure yang talisman.

But before I could do anything, I was stopped by the proprietress: "Young man, he is not the executioner..."

"Then... am I blind?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at the proprietress.

She turned to stare at me and said nothing.This time, it was the turn of the phantom in the sky to speak, and when he opened his mouth, the hoarse voice that was almost exactly the same as that of the executioner entered my ears: "I am indeed not him... I am really sorry for misleading you, you can call me God!" Punisher."

"Why is this name so strange... No, who is it? It's exactly the same! The executioner changed his life to the punishment of the sky and returned to the rivers and lakes, right?"

"Then maybe you will feel more comfortable with me like this..." As he said that, the angel who had grown a wing and called himself the Punisher was wrapped in his own feathers, and then appeared on the stage, the whole person was 50 years younger age……

"This is what I used to be."

In fact, I still want to complain. The old man became younger and said that there are two people. I can also verify it.

But the proprietress seemed to believe him, and asked directly: "I believe it, tell me, why did you appear... and, it seems, you don't have a body, this is just a phantom."

The Punisher smiled: "Hasn't my body been destroyed by you?"

"You mean the executioner?" I frowned. At this time, I remembered a setting. There was an angel in the body of the executioner. He was a mixed blood, but usually, he only used the power of demons.

So, is the executioner really not dead yet?
But the next moment, the words of the Punisher made me puzzled: "Yes, it is him... I have been trapped in that body by him, and I don't know how long."

(End of this chapter)