The dinner prepared by Jihuan today is luxurious!
He rarely got a good night's sleep.
Heidan was taken away by Ajin, and Grandpa went out with Naji and the others. He was the only one left in the quiet home, without feeling lonely, because he knew they were all safe.
Maybe it was because he drank too much alcohol, he slept very deeply, and there was a smell of wine and... A Jin.
Uncontrollable things happened. He didn't know who to talk to. Fortunately, A Jin left temporarily, and Grandpa was not there. He could sort out his mood by himself.
He thought that he might dream about A Jin, or dream about yesterday's "dream", but in fact he didn't dream anything.
After waking up, he stayed in bed for a long time. He rarely sleeps at this time. When he found that the sky was still bright outside the window, he felt a little confused for a while, but he quickly remembered what happened before falling asleep. After turning over a few times, his hand suddenly hit a hard object between the two pillows on the bed, and when he pulled it out, it turned out to be a watch, which is called a "timepiece" here. Very thin and light style, all the workmanship is meticulous, it looks very expensive - obviously it is A Jin's.
What's more, the smell from the watch is very familiar - it's the smell of Ah Jin's body.
Unlike ordinary men, A Jin has always had a scent on his body. He couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled good.
It's no wonder that when I slept before, I always felt that A Jin was by my side. It turned out that he put this watch over.
With his fingers trembling slightly, he put the watch lightly on the spot and got up.
The work in the garden has been completely handled by Ajin. He has checked it before, and there is really no need to tidy it up. He took back the clothes hung outside and folded them.
During the process of folding clothes, Ji Huan found a hole on the black egg trousers, and the back of Grandpa's shirt was also damaged. Ji Huan immediately sewed the hole well. He has little activity and usually wears clothes. Also cherish, so there is nothing on his clothes.
On the other hand, there was a torn slit on Ah Jin's shirt. The slit was small, neat and fresh. It was estimated that he had broken it with too much effort to undress.
Without thinking much, Jihuan also sewed it up with a needle and thread.
Although he used needles and threads of the same color, there were still traces of patchwork. He didn't think too much about whether the other party would wear a patched garment. He then discovered a new problem:
Then he and Grandpa and Heidan's clothes were easy to talk about, but Ajin's clothes were not easy to deal with.
Although he was very careful when cleaning, there were still some wrinkles on the washed clothes.
There's no such thing as an iron in this house—he, Grandpa, and Black Egg's trousers don't even need to be used. But Ajin's clothes were obviously needed. After thinking about it, Jihuan went to boil a pot of hot water, then found a flat place to lay Ajin's clothes on, and then he carefully sprayed some hot water on the He put a layer of towel on top of those clothes, put the bottom of the kettle on top, and moved it a little bit carefully. In this way, Ah Jin's clothes were ironed by him with this simple "kettle iron".
He found a hanger and put A Jin's clothes on them, then hung them up. Seeing those clothes, he suddenly felt like he saw A Jin.
Without looking further, he touched the kettle lightly, and after realizing that the temperature was still high, his eyes fell on Heidan's trousers.
With a slight hook at the corner of his mouth, he simply ironed Black Egg's trousers in the same way.
The soft trousers straightened up immediately, looking at... cough cough, very happy.
The clothes were disposed of quickly, and the water in the kettle was not wasted. He found a teapot, then a cup, and found the "barley tea" that he had previously fried with local grains, and he made one for himself. pot of tea.
Then he went upstairs to the study with the tea set.
Before grandpa and the others came back, Jihuan decided to relax for a while: he wanted to read for a while.
There are a lot of books left in this study, and they are also very miscellaneous. Jihuan was looking for it on the bookshelf, and then looking for it, his eyes suddenly fell on a thin book at the top.
The name of the book is: "On Architecture - The Making of Magic Base"
When a familiar word suddenly turned into words and appeared in front of Ji Huan's eyes, Ji Huan didn't connect the two at first, but he intuitively took down the book and brushed off the dust on it. He took the book down and sat at the desk in front of the window, slowly turning the pages.
The magic base is something completely different from the foundation.
Similar to the practice of ancient Chinese people who liked to place stone beasts at the entrance of the house, or put the sculptures of sacred beasts on the ridge for protection, the monsters here also have the habit of using items to "guard" when building houses.
Their approach is more brutal: instead of using images carved out of stone or wood, they use monsters or the corpses of monsters.
Kill the live beasts or monsters on the spot, and sink the opponent's corpse into the ground through some rituals. The "breath" of these beasts or monsters will be preserved. The stronger the beast or monster, the more "breath" left behind. Powerful and durable, these "breaths" will form a "shield" like the "breath" on living monsters or monsters. Monsters or monsters are very sensitive to this "shield", and they will instinctively compare their own breaths Which is stronger or weaker than the breath attached to the protective cover, a powerful "magic base" is enough to give the surrounding monsters or monsters a sense of terrifying oppression just like when one is alive.
This is more effective than any lock. There is a house with a powerful magic base. Even if it has been uninhabited for many years, it is easy for no one to invade before the breath of the magic base disappears.
The back of this book also talks about the production methods of some common magic bases.
However, all the examples are monsters, and there are still a few who actually use monsters to make magic bases.
Here, as long as you build a house, you must choose a monster as the magic base. This is almost as important as the foundation, so—
Every house here has a monster or monster buried under it.
If it is a second-hand house, the price of a house with a good magic base will definitely be able to sell for a better price.
If it is land, the price of land that has buried powerful monsters or beasts will also be higher, because the land itself will contain some breath.
To understand it from another angle - there are actually corpses under every house here, the price of houses with dead beasts or monsters is high, and the cemetery is better to sell.
Bottom line: haunted houses are valuable.
Jihuan: =-= It is completely opposite to the rules of the place where I lived before.
However, the process of making magic bases is actually very cruel. The monsters or beasts used as magic bases are often tortured and killed, because the hatred and pain left by being tortured can make their breaths the strongest. This kind of breath is full of viciousness, and it is also the most ferocious.
Then there are the monsters or monsters who voluntarily become the magic base.
With a strong desire to "guard", their breath is often stronger than the other.
Too bad this is very rare.
The monsters here believe in reincarnation and reincarnation. They firmly believe that after their death, the demonic energy will dissipate, and new monsters will be born. These monsters may be very low-level or have no consciousness, but they may be another way of existence for them. When the time is right, or by chance, they will be "reborn" in this way.
And monsters that become "Magic" cannot be reborn.
Their demonic energy and even their souls are fixed under a house, and they cannot be reborn forever.
Ji Huan looked a little fascinated.
His attention was always on the page, and he forgot to drink the barley tea he had prepared before, until the page under his finger turned to the last page, thinking of the man in the dream who yelled, "The magician who made me into a town house. , to watch the house for you, to nurse the hospital for you..." the red-haired monster, he was stunned.
He thought of Ajin again.
They should be friends, right
Jihuan thought of the legend that A Jin said about a thousand-year-old heart.
Maybe the red-haired monster didn't do it on purpose, but he should have hurt Ah Jin in the end, even if he didn't do it on purpose.
Perhaps, the condition for a thousand-year-old heart to blossom is not from the "innocence" of the betrayal, but from the "forgiveness" of the betrayed
Ji Huan put down the book in his hand, put it back in place, and left the study with the teapot and cup.
Grandpa came back not long after this. He and Naji had a good harvest. Little Grey Demon's harvest was slightly worse. He was more interested in water, and spent more time washing clothes and storing water. The prey did not get too much. many.
The one who got the least was Abu. He was called away by a phone call, and Tonaji brought back the things he hunted before.
After inspecting the prey brought back by Grandpa, Jihuan decided to make a sumptuous dinner.
During the cooking process, he received a call from Abu, and was told something inexplicable by Abu. Jihuan continued to cook with a straight face, and not long after that, he received a call from Ajin and made a plate according to the request of the other party. Not long after the pickles came out, he suddenly looked towards the door.
really-
Ah Jin and Heidan are back.
"Did you go to the extravagant area?" Ji Huan asked again.
When he asked this sentence, Ah Jin was eating pickles. He not only ate it himself, but also fed black eggs.
God knows that Heidan dislikes pickles the most, but when A Jin handed the dish to his mouth, Heidan still succumbed and opened his small mouth.
Seeing this, Ji Huan gradually moved the plates of some things that black eggs don't like to eat to the front of A Jin without a trace.
A Jin just glanced at him a little, and then took the initiative to feed the black eggs with those dishes.
"Go." Ah Jin said.
"Who told you that? I guess... the tall monster?" He was very smart, and immediately guessed the informant from the location.
"It's Abu..." It was useless to hide, Jihuan simply admitted, but—
"He thought it was me, and he didn't say anything when he knew it was you, just—"
"Just what?" A Jin seemed to be very interested in the content of the phone call between Ji Huan and A Bu, and continued to ask.
"He reminded me to call you back in a while." Ji Huan said this with his eyes down.
"Haha." A Jin smiled and glanced at the young man with drooping eyes, he said, "I didn't stay there for a long time and left, I just took the black egg and took the elevator inside, and I looked at it. Fireworks, but your friends don't go to that kind of place if you have nothing to do, it's a little messy, so don't go there."
"He also left soon." Ji Huan said.
The horned monster looked at his grandson, who kept his head down, and at the black-haired monster who was feeding his great-grandson. He always felt that something was wrong, but—
After scratching his head, the old man didn't think much about it.
This night, Heidan didn't take a bath, and he still smelled of fragrant massage oil. The little monster expressed that he wanted the smell to stay on himself for a while, but Ajin washed it. When he came out, Jihuan had already His change of clothes is ready, among them his shirt jacket.
He would never wear this kind of rain-soaked clothes a second time, but—
He saw a "centipede" suddenly appearing on the shirt.
Although Ji Huan has tried his best to make the traces of the stitching invisible, under the eyesight of the monster, the traces of the stitching are completely invisible.
Touching the trace, he suddenly lowered his head and leaned over to take a sniff.
Then he hung up his shirt again, and very comfortably rummaged through Jihuan's closet for a set of the youth's clothes, and he lay on the other's bed.
By the time Jihuan came out of the shower, the black-haired monster had already fallen asleep holding the little monster.