The soul fire soared into the sky, but only those who could see this scene were people like Kitani Temple who had extraordinary abilities.

As the soul fire disappeared around the city, the soul lamps holding the soul fire also went out and drifted away, and in the end there was only one soul lamp left on the ground.

But the soul fire of this soul lamp did not disappear, but jumped out and stayed lightly in front of Kitakawaji Temple.

From this soul lamp, Kitagawaji could still see Saki Yuki's appearance.

The cold prompt sound rang.

System prompts: ‘The Martyr of Xucha High School Martyr’ has been recovered, intermediate and low-level vengeful spirits, rewarding 5 skill points. Remaining skill points: 8 points.

The black resentment was absorbed by the body of Kitakawaji, and that exaggerated weight was not something that could be brought by the primary level resentment spirit.

After absorbing most of the black resentment, a second system prompt came from the ear of Beichuan Temple: it was detected that the maximum maximum limit of the host's dead energy was over 100, and the dead energy skill branch can be selected through 8 skill points and soul fire.

The maximum value of death energy is over 100?

Kitakawaji recalled the system panel expressionlessly.

The current state of Kitakawaji is arranged in a concise manner.

Name: Bai Fan (Beichuan Temple)

Comprehensive body value: 50 (six times value for ordinary people)

Death Qi: 20/102. (Soul Fire 1/1, skill branches can be selected)

Skills: Bajiquan (intermediate entry into the room), spiritual dagger (low level tastes short), basic use of dead energy (intermediate entry into the room), Jiu Jitsu (intermediate entry into the room), bare hands fighting (advanced mastery).

Traits: Your traits are destined to always attract weird and supernatural phenomena.

Remaining skill points: 8.

Remaining props: Talisman (4).

The physical constitution has gone from nearly 5 times to 6 times the value of ordinary people, and the dead energy has also completed a leap from the original upper limit of more than 90 points, reaching the upper limit of 102 points.

But these are not what Kitagawa Temple cares about

His eyes jumped down and came to the vast skill tree at the bottom.

Death Qi skill branch strengthening.

Only by meeting the upper limit of 100 points of death energy can the first branch strengthening be carried out. Strengthening requires a soul fire and 8 skill points.

Looking further down, there is the strengthening of various branches of dead energy skills.

Erosion, manipulation, explosion, shaping

Kitakawa Temple did not rush to strengthen it, but looked at the soul fire jumping in front of her, with a hint of doubt on her face.

The last time I completed the Medium Grudge Task, no soul fire appeared, but this time

System prompts: Only by completing the obsession of the deceased can you obtain soul fire. The amount of soul fire depends on the intensity of the obsession.

Kitagawa Temple was stunned and blinked.

That is to say

"Sakura." Kitagawaji stretched out his hand to hold the light.

This is probably the purest longing left by Saki Yuki, and the other soul fires cannot be forced to absorb, perhaps because the thoughts of those undead still contain their obsessions.

Kitakawaji raised his head.

At this time, he could still vaguely see the soul fireflying to every corner of the city.

Those lights turned out to be filled with the thoughts of the deceased

After seeing off the last wave of guests at the nightclub, Ichiro Aida took off his dark black izakaya apron, smiled and said hello to his friend Yu Hayakawa, changed into his private clothes, and rode his bicycle into the night.

He was in a hurry to go home because it was another week.

When he got home, he stopped the bicycle and put it in his small bicycle shed. Ichiro Aida was about to take out the key and open the door, but the door suddenly opened itself.

Under the eyes of Ichiro Aida, his daughter jumped out from behind the door, Aida Aimei.

"Dad, welcome home. Do you want to have a meal first?"

Aimi Aida wore an apron on her body, jumped lively to Aida Ichiro and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, have a meal first."

Aida Ichiro smiled.

His wife divorced him after having an affair in the early years, and then he and his daughter were left to depend on each other. Fortunately, Aida Aimei was also very sensible.

Every time he comes back from the izakaya he owns, his daughter always comes to the door early to wait for him.

This is the warmest moment for Aida Ichiro.

Whether it is the difficulty of being a rude customer or the pressure of business competition, as long as his daughter is there, he feels that no matter how hard he works outside or nods and bows to others, it is worth it.

"Why did you come back so late today? Have you met any unruly guests?" Aimi Aida greeted him and took off her scarf for Aida Ichiro and asked with concern.

Looking at her worried gaze, Aida Ichiro felt ache in his heart and smiled kindly and shook his head:

"No, everyone is good people, but there are a few drunks who are drunk today, so I'm going home now."

"Is that so? Then Dad, you have dinner first, I'm almost ready to prepare the meal."

Aimi Aida walked back to the stove and brought out one dish after another that she liked to eat.

Golden and crispy ginger tempura, white tofu miso soup, and bubbling fish head sukiyaki hotpot.

For a moment, Aida Ichiro couldn't tell whether it was the fog in front of him or something blocking his view.

"Please use it."

Aimi Aida beats the eggs into the bowl, adds soy sauce, then fills the rice bowl and handes it to Aida Ichiro with a smile.

"Dad, hurry up, really, why are you reincarnated like a starving ghost?" Aimi Aida looked at her father's exaggerated gestures and teased with a smile.

"Aimei's cooking is so delicious. Look, I even had tears." Aida Ichiro smiled.

"Really, that's that exaggerated?" Aida Aimi grabbed her head embarrassedly.

Just when the atmosphere was right, the phone suddenly rang.

Aida Ichiro wanted to hang up the phone directly, but Aimi Aida stared at her: "Things at work are more important."

"Okay, okay." Aida Ichiro nodded docitfully, stood up and walked out of the living room, rubbed his eyes, and then answered the phone: "Hey?"

"Ichiro, have you considered what I told you last time? You have such a good cooking skill. It is definitely profitable for us to open an izakaya in Tokyo to jointly open a izakaya! No matter how bad it is, it is better than being a little chef in an izakaya in Yashima City, right?"

"Liang, I have already said this, I have something to do here."

"What's the matter! Ichiro! Wake up! Aimei has been dead for ten years! It's been ten years! Will she want to see you as degenerate?! Every day when you come home, you are drinking and staring at Aimei's photos, please beg you, come back quickly."

"I'll think about it." Aida Ichiro hung up the phone.

"dad!"

Just as Ichiro Aida hung up the phone, Ai Mi Aida's half-pleasing voice came over:

"Uncle Nakamura is right, I have been dead for ten years."

After hearing this, Aida Ichiro finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

Ten years ago, Aimi Aida died in a fire case at Sucha High School. At that time, he was preparing to open a shop in an izakaya near Sucha High School.

After hearing the news, he rushed to Sucha High School as soon as possible.

But it was too late, and the raging fire swallowed up not only the lives of my daughter, but also the lives of other students.

Since then, he has closed his izakaya store and worked odd jobs in izakayas around Yayama City from time to time, living in a daze.

"I'm already dead. Dad. You should let it go."

Aida Ichiro felt Aimi Aida hugging her.

"dad."

"I want to try another tasting of the mashed potato stew made by my dad."

“Dad’s dishes are always so delicious.”

"I really want to see the father who is the chef who dreams of a chef in the izakaya again."

"Go forward Dad, go forward"

The sound is drifting, and the sound is moving away.

But Ichiro Aida didn't dare to turn around and see his daughter.

Cuisine and his daughter were everything to him, but now he has lost both.

As a restaurant dream, he lost it.

He also lost his faith in being a father.

He was like a dead soul who was bound and wandering in Bashan City.

The sound behind it finally disappeared.
To be continued...