"Listen to my heart? I still don't quite understand."
Kamitani looked at the craftsman up and down and shook his head.
"I just want to listen to what you are thinking." The master craftsman turned the handle of the pointed hammer in his hand, "Oh, don't look at me like this, I just want to hear what you are thinking. Even if we are honest with each other,
Okay, let’s just skip the stage of mutual suspicion and testing. After all, the voice of the heart can’t lie, how about that?”
This dark-skinned craftsman sister calls herself "Jue", which is her weird racial identity.
For example, "candle-making monk" and "magic craftsman" can be regarded as a professional identity, and those who possess these professions and master special skills must also have a racial identity.
Like the candle-making monk in Gaotianyuan, he is the master of Qingfang.
And sleep is also a kind of strange talk.
It is a Japanese folk monster.
In the corresponding legends, they are usually monsters that look like ape-men, are covered in black hair, can walk upright, but have no tail.
As for the craftsman sister in front of me, I don’t know if she has been alienated or something. She does not look like an ape-man, but more like a human being.
In addition, it is said that this kind of monster can read minds and speak out the thoughts of people passing by, making people fearful. However, it will not actively attack humans. At most, it is a bit annoying.
The black leather craftsman began to use his left hand that was not holding the hammer to touch into a small leather bag hanging on her waist.
The skin bag is also made of colorful animal skin.
It may be somewhat similar in function to Kamiyagawa's [Mirage Bag].
The skilled craftsman fumbled for a while and took out a prop that looked like a stethoscope.
"The distance between us is now enough for me to hear some of your shallow psychological activities, but if I want to get to know you more deeply, I think it is more reliable to use props, do you mind?"
The craftsman sister said this.
Then she saw the stethoscope-like prop in her hand, its tail suddenly swinging like a snake, curling and extending.
Finally, he nimbly got into Kamiyagawa Haori's chest.
Kamiya only felt the cold metal pressing against his chest.
For a moment, the sound of his heartbeat seemed to increase several times.
Faced with this situation, Kamitani subconsciously reached out and grabbed the end of the "stethoscope". But after a second's pause, he did not choose to pull out the "stethoscope".
"It seems that you are willing to cooperate, which is good. This is a plus for me. Sister, my liking for you has increased. Moreover, I didn't expect that you look quite thin, with a strong chest and a good figure.
"The strange golden pupils of the divine craftsman shone, and at the same time he stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip, "Don't worry, I only ask two questions - then, first of all, what is the purpose of you entering Fu Sang Township to find me?"
Kamitani didn't reply, but the craftsman sister showed a clear expression.
"Ah, what? You really just want to ask me for help. To save people... right? Oh, by the way, the girl in the witch costume that comes to your mind now is really cute.
.Hehe, just because of her cute little face, I am willing to help you, sister."
It seems that the craftsman has already got the answer to the first question.
"Next question, are you really from the Shrine like those old guys said?"
The second question was obviously asked by the gods who helped pay for the three musical instruments.
As soon as this question was asked, Fu Sangshen, headed by the three elders, looked attentive and concerned.
As for Kamiyagawa, he still didn't speak.
About five or six seconds passed, the expression of the divine craftsman changed slightly, and he took a deep look at Kamiya with strange-colored eyes.
Then, she raised her hand.
The stethoscope-like prop was swaying back like a snake.
Elder Sanwei: "Um...Master Craftsman, what did you hear?"
"It's just those." The black leather craftsman put the props back into the animal skin bag, "Ah, why are you old guys looking at me? Look at him, don't you want this man from the palace to do something for you?
Have you solved the 'trouble' in Fusang Township? What are you waiting for? Today is the full moon, so the child should be making trouble again, right?"
The meaning of this statement is very clear - Kamiya River comes from the shrine.
Upon hearing this, the Fusangshens immediately burst into smiles, even Elder Sanwei, who always looked depressed, was no exception.
The god from the shrine has really arrived, now Fu Sangxiang must be saved!
The craftsman sister pushed aside the fusangshen who were surrounding the outside and wanted to leave.
"Hey, skilled craftsman, wait a minute." Kamiyakawa stopped her.
"What a difference. Haven't we been honest with each other? Let me know." The craftsman sister turned around, her golden eyes shining, "Kamiya Chuan, if you can really solve the problem of Fu Sangxiang, I am willing to help you.
Service, using the magical craftsmanship I am proud of. I have been here this year and have only repaired pots and pans, and I happen to have some itchy hands. See you later."
The divine craftsman waved his hand and left.
Buzzing.
Kamiyagawa's cell phone vibrated at this time.
[The skilled craftsman of Fu Sang Township is willing to use her skills to make a fair deal with you, but only if you can solve the big trouble in this area.]
Kamiya glanced at the message on his phone: "This is... a side mission."
…
Even the noble young body of the co-master of ghosts and gods still cannot escape the fate of helping people "clear the toilet".
The skilled craftsman in Fu Sang's hometown, because he is a juju, has the ability to communicate with other people's minds.
Kamiyagawa didn't have any evil intentions, so the communication with her went surprisingly smoothly, and it seemed that he had gained the other party's trust.
However, if you want this key NPC to use its abilities to serve you, you must first complete the side quests in Fu Sang Township.
A certain house in the center of Fusang Township.
The other junior fusangshen have already listened to the elders of Sanwei and dispersed.
In this room, there were only three macho brothers including Kamiyagawa, the three musical instrument fusangshins, and the spear hair chief, as well as General Seto, whose injuries were completely repaired by his craftsman sister.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The three elders and Kamiyagawa had seats, while the remaining Fusangshen stood aside.
Elder Sanwei: "Lord God, Lord Craftsman She may act a little erratically sometimes, but she actually has a good heart. I hope you don't blame her."
After confirming that Kamiyagawa was really a "god" from the shrine, the fusang gods became even more attentive to him.
Especially the three musical instruments that have matured and matured, they are already shrewd and smooth.
"It's okay. Since she is being chased by a monster, there's nothing wrong with being careful." Kamiyakawa waved his hand.
A week later, whether he can get out of the HE line in the decisive battle against the breeder will depend on the craftsman sister. It is impossible to blame her at this time.
Kamiyachuan wished he could coax her.
"Hehe, that's good. He is indeed a god, and his magnanimity is extraordinary."
Pipa Mumu opened her mouth and put a high hat on Kamiya, smiling like an old fox, but giving the impression that humans and animals are harmless.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's talk about the trouble you are having to pay for your funeral. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"This...this is a long story."
Bang, bang, bang—
During the conversation, General Seto walked to the center of the room.
It shook the head of the jug, leaned over the table in front of Kamiyagawa, and poured out a small cup of warm and refreshing sake from its head.
"General Kamiya... I mean, Lord Kami, Setomono is blind, I owe you some apology."
General Seto carefully pushed the hot sake from his head toward Kamiyagawa's face.
Its white porcelain face looks red and hot.
Kamiyakawa twitched the corners of his eyes invisibly.
You blush like a bubble teapot.
"It's okay, you didn't mean it." Kamiyakawa remained calm, but silently pushed the hot sake away from the table, "I don't drink."
"That's a pity. The wine I heated is the best in Fusang Township." General Seto looked regretful, "How about I heat up another pot of tea for you?"
To be continued...