Trafford’s Trading Club

Jingoka Mountain, Tsubo.

It is not particularly difficult to go to a place with the power of a Dark Soul Messenger - even if a newcomer like Too Shady understands the art of walking through walls, it goes without saying that the Ninth is an old master of the Messenger.

The boss ordered Black Soul 9 to go all the way, without any stops, and had already stepped into the place marked by the map given by the club boss.

But what confused Black Soul IX was that even if he had reached the spot marked by the map, he had not been given any further hints.

On the map, the red marker is still flashing… and he doesn't know what to do when he gets here.

According to the owner, Black Soul Nine needs to find something for him - something that is obviously not easy to find. Because Black Soul Nine listened to the meaning of Rocchu, as if it were something that the master himself was not sure about.

Is there something the club owner isn't sure about?

Black Soul Nine doesn't really believe this.

But Black Soul Nine has a very good patience. And the new owner doesn't want the map pointing out to him for no reason - maybe here he needs to look for something else himself.

So he came to Tsubong -- and he didn't know why he eventually chose to stay there and wait.

It's just that... when he stepped into Mount Ikooka, the word Tsubo naturally came to his mind.

Black Soul Nine thinks this is an alternative hint given to him by the new master.

And here, there's history everywhere.

On the streets of many museums and memorials, Black Soul IX stood low in an old tree and looked silently at an old house in the alley.

Why is he watching?

He doesn't know.

……

……

Sanko's life seems to have changed a little… but nothing seems to have changed.

She still runs her tofu shop, still takes care of her daughter's little squeaky daily life, and does everything at work as usual.

Sanger felt that his life was actually like waiting for cool cooked soy milk, light milk yellow, very calm, only some silk rising water vapor.

But the surface of the soy milk quickly solidifies, and if you pick it with a bamboo stick, it's easy to pick up another thing full of wrinkles: rotten bamboo.

Is Mark the rotten bamboo that condensed in her life?

“Put it here, all right? ”

Trier, thinking about something in front of the stone mill, suddenly heard Mark's voice coming from behind her, and she was almost frightened and turned around.

Mark was simply wearing an old shirt… it was supposed to be white, but some places were already yellow. There are a lot of molds next to the mark - tools for pressing tofu molding.

The yellow shirt, the trousers that rolled up the legs, and the little cracked leather shoes… For a moment, Sanger seemed to see a familiar figure that had gone far away.

Why… would he wear these clothes?

“Oh... that's enough. ”

Sanger nodded quickly, "Thank you. You don't really have to do this, there's no problem...”

Mark said softly, "It's okay, I'm free too. I put the stuff here, you keep busy. ”

Mark didn't stay too long —— he found that Mark was a relatively silent person for a lot of time, he didn't talk to himself too much, and sometimes he might say a few words to Little Creak —— but that was just because he was bored with Little Creak grinding people, right?

Mark didn't say how long he was going to stay, and Sancho didn't ask how long he was going to stay... as if the topic didn't exist, or that everyone was deliberately avoiding it.

Sancho continues to work.

Zhang Kun came to see Mark the other day and left, and came again the next day, when Mark didn't show up and didn't even leave the little room he lived in - the neighborhood neighborhood surrounded Sanjie.

Only that night, I heard Zhang Kun was drunk or something, fell into the pit, broke his hands and feet... still lying in the bed of the town colonel hospital, at least for a month or two can't get out of bed.

San-er sometimes wonders... did Zhang Kun really have an accident? And that night, Mark didn't seem to have walked out of the room.

But she still doesn't know.

She just knew that she had one more man in her tofu shop - had nothing to do with her, and had arranged for her to fish him out of the river by accident.

A man claims to have lost his memory.

And then he said his name was Mark, and he lived here temporarily.

After steaming, Sanger picked up another piece of thin, molded skin and let it hang until it cooled down, which was rotten bamboo.

……

……

Cheng has also been busy all day… Of course, progress is positive, after all, enjoying so many resources.

Cheng can also feel that the company's attention to him seems to have increased a lot - because Cheng Chengyun's time to see him in these two days is obviously more, and Cheng is also surprisingly polite.

But he still remembers seeing Mr. Chung at KC that night… and the last words that Mr. Chung said.

After just finishing the course for a day, Cheng was also a little tired. Back at the resting place, Li Zifeng seemed to have arrived for some time and was looking at the magazine.

This person is always able to arrange what he needs well.

“Oh, back.” Li Zifeng quickly dropped the magazine in his hand and smiled. “How are you feeling today? ”

“It's okay.” Just sitting down, Cheng also looked fatigued, his head kowtowing to the sofa, looking at the ceiling, looking a little faint.

Li Zifeng laughed at this time: “Come on, I'll tell you a good rest, the time for the premiere is set. A golden show, you have time to sing a song and interact with the host! ”

“That's really good news.” Cheng also regained some spirit and nodded.

Li Zifeng said: "Work hard, I will wait for your first battle! ”

Cheng is also naturally full of confidence.

Li Zifeng suddenly said, “Yes, I found Hung Guan yesterday. ”

“Really...” Cheng nodded too, “What did he say? ”

“He...” Li Zifengton shook his head. "He turned me down and didn't want a TV job. ”

“Why?” Cheng was also stunned: “It's not... isn't it good? ”

Li Zifeng smiled bitterly: “In principle, it's fine, but he told me something... and you told me honestly, are you hiding something from the company? ”

Cheng also stunned and subconsciously thought about the guitar thing... is it something that can be seen? Cheng can't help but recall the previous performance in front of the big boss.

That night, although he conquered all the guests, he was the only one who didn't see anything different about Mr. Chung, the boss, who didn't seem to be influenced by the guitar, and finally gave him a phrase that didn't make sense.

To this day, Cheng also always felt that the phrase had a different meaning, which made him uncomfortable in his heart.

Cheng also couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart at this time. He showed it well in front of Li Zifeng, "I don't know what you're trying to say. ”

Li Zifeng took a deep breath in the airway: “Yes, Hung Guan told me something... about the time you were floating north. ”

“Hung Guan...” Cheng also stunned. “Wouldn't...”

Turns out it's not about the guitar... but if it's about them drifting north, it's also...

Li Zifeng nodded: “Yes, he told me that you had done something that you had missed and that you had spent several months in the prison...”

“He actually told you! He...” Cheng also abruptly interrupted Li Zifeng's words: “I can't believe he... did this! Why?!”

Cheng also had a slight anger on his face.

He never wanted to think about it, nor did they talk about it, and this promise... was broken like this!

Hung Guan, Hung Guan... is it true that just because I have a chance to fulfill my dreams, I let you be like this, and treat all my previous promises as bullshit?

A feeling of betrayal, Jean also pinched his fist.