I, the lord of ghost stories

"Click", the dim light is accompanied by a slight shooting sound.

"Ah, I almost forgot!"

Xizi hurriedly put down her phone.

She forgot the phone recording sound.

"Huh, it's okay."

Patting her chest, she let out a sigh of relief.

"No wake up."

"Xizi, are you awake?"

Yuu Sifeng suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking at the window, outside the curtains, it was still dark.

"Wake up so early?"

In the darkness, Xizi was wearing Sifeng Yuanyu's shirt, sitting on the edge of the soft bed, watching him with eyes as gentle as water.

The whole person is brimming with happiness.

"I'm used to it. I used to get up so early."

"Besides, isn't this Yuu's house?"

"I'm already Yu's wife, I always have to behave better on the first day, otherwise what will you do if you drive me away?"

Xizi was joking.

"I'm going to cook, Yuu can continue to sleep."

"It's not necessary, you can order takeaway."

"I live in Yu's house, and I can't go to work to make money normally, so that's all I can do."

Xizi shook her head slightly, rejecting Sifengyuan's proposal.

"I'm rich, richer than most people in this country."

"The passbook I gave you last night contains [-] million yen, which is for your personal control."

"There is still cash in the cabinet behind you, about 2000 million yen, which is usually pocket money."

"Although I didn't deliberately accumulate it, the liquidity on the books has exceeded 5 million yen."

"Xizi, our family is not short of money."

Yuu Sifeng stated sadly:

"You don't need to worry about money."

"Not that question."

Xizi shook her head amusedly. The slender woman realized that she might have hurt her lover's self-esteem, so she immediately explained.

"I just wanted to do something for you..."

"Also, this is part of [Bride's Practice]."

"If you can't get up early on time and prepare breakfast for your husband, you are [disqualified as a bride]."

"That's true, it's always better to have something to do than to be bored."

……

Asakawa City, Yoshigenya.

Brightly lit and indoor, green wooden houses with sloping roofs.

Carved corridors and painted columns, the long corridors are covered with white lanterns, gently swaying with the sea breeze.

Indoors, a man in a kimono embroidered with family crests kneels on the tatami.

With a focused expression, he wiped an Kaifeng samurai sword with a pure white brocade cloth.

As he kept changing the angle, the cold light shone in the eyes of the students who were tied to the ground.

"So, you don't know the whereabouts of the dog?"

"really!"

"Trust us!"

"We've told you what we know!"

"We really don't know!"

A few people on the ground, with their hands tied behind their backs, knelt on the ground, kowtowed, tears and snot flowing down their noses.

"You are friends of the dog..."

The middle-aged man finished wiping his samurai sword and blew lightly.

Then, with a wave of his hand.

A student kneeling on the ground felt a flash of snow in front of his eyes.

A few strands of hair slowly fell down.

He broke down!

"My lord, I really don't know anymore!"

Howling, the student was close to collapse.

"Why panic?! Didn't he die!"

The man scolded.

"You are Mrs. Inoue's friends, that's all you can do?"

"Hmph, I don't believe your words..."

This man has vicious eyes, like a poisonous snake, lingering on several prey.

"On weekdays, you are the closest to my husband, but his whereabouts are unknown now...you tell me that he disappeared for no reason?"

"lie!"

The man opened his eyes angrily and let out a big heck.

Swinging the knife horizontally, he was almost about to hit a person, but he flew past as lightly as a swallow, and fell on the small table beside him.

The sharp tool slices through the wood with a crisp crackling thrash.

"Say!"

His eyes were full of evil energy, and he stared coldly at the several people kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"Remember to me carefully, every word my husband said before he disappeared, every place he's been to, everything he's done, every person he's met..."

His words were very penetrating, like a knife, engraved in the hearts of several students.

They were bad boys at best in the past, where did they experience such battles?

This is the extreme way that has really seen blood, condescendingly crushing ordinary students on campus.

"I, I remember, my husband went to look for that Kurata, and then he didn't come back."

A timid boy tried to recall:

"He said, that guy Kurata joined the ghost story club, so he was so bold that he dared to hand in the scholarship obediently."

"I want to give him a look..."

The man listened carefully, very earnestly, and suddenly smiled, and his face became pleasant:

"Don't you remember? Why didn't you say it just now?"

"Because, because I often bully people, I didn't think of it."

The male student answered submissively.

"Very well, you are honest."

Inoue Shiki did not give up on this seemingly trivial clue.

He has been in the extreme way for many years, and there is only such a son left.

Due to the assassination in his early years and some old injuries, it is impossible for him to have other offspring.

Therefore, even if this kid is very stubborn, he has to find a way to let him take over.

Even if he is unbearable, let him have more children.

Inoue Shiki is determined to learn from his son's lessons and cultivate a qualified "Three Generations" from his grandchildren.

In any case, the foundation of the Inoue group was created by him.

The hard work of half a lifetime can't just die out, let alone make it easy for outsiders.

Inoue could die, but not at this time.

He must leave an heir for the Inoue group before he can die!

"Investigate that ghost story department for me."

Chapter 33 The team leader wants to see you

The breakfast is very warm.

Xizi's craftsmanship can't be said to be amazing, but it can also be said to be good.

The fried golden and crispy tempura, the soft and delicious red bean porridge, and a few side dishes are placed on the printed porcelain plate, which makes people appetite.

After finishing the breakfast carefully, Yuu Sifengin ate very seriously.

Xizi was sitting on the other side of the dining table, with her arms folded, lying on the table, smiling and watching.

She didn't eat, but just watched Yuu Sifengin eating.

"Is it tasty?"

Sometimes she asked this question, and sometimes gave Sifengyuan Yubu vegetables.

In the dining room, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of Si Fengyuan chewing.

With a happy and sweet smile, Xizi smoothly integrated into her own identity.

These have been fantastic years for her.

"I really want time to stay at this moment forever..."

She murmured softly.

Yuu Sifengyuan looked up, with doubts in his eyes:

"Xizi, you just said..."

"Ah, no, nothing."

Xizi shook her head again and again.

"If there is any problem, be sure to tell me."

"Or if there is something you want to buy, there is no need to save it."

"I'm a ghost who wandered in the Santu River, so I don't pay too much attention to these things."

Xizi was resting on her arm, staring at him intently with her lively eyes.

"It's enough for me to be by your side."

Xizi's request is really not high.

I was imprisoned in the old school building for decades, lost a lot of memories of my life, and finally met a man who could see her, touch her, and liberate her...

For her career as a ghost, Yuu Shifeng, who brings about changes, is special.

This hard-won little love is as dreamy and fragile as morning dew.