I created the Twelve Ghost Moons in Naruto

As soon as I thought that I would be able to work under my subordinates in the future to collect money, Zhen Gong Xiu was happy in his heart, and this bullshit life was finally a little hopeful.

It is not in vain that he has been a Chinese chef in this world for ten years.

On the way to his home, he recalled information about his target.

Taro Fugawa, male, Chinese New Year's Eve is 33 years old. In this precocious world, he is considered an older person, has no wife and no children, and only one old father is dependent on him at home.

His father doesn't know, but Fugawa Taro doesn't really have any serious work.

To put it bluntly, it's a street slicker.

I don't have a serious job, no wonder I can't even get a wife, and I'm still single at the age of thirty-three.

I guess the money for drinking is from my father.

Soon, Shuichi Mayuki crossed several streets and came to the side of the house of Taro Kagawa in his memory, a small two-story building with lights on, apparently someone was at home.

MD, his own home and store were destroyed by the Nine-Tails, and Taro Fukawa's home was still intact and completely unaffected, what kind of world is it.

Shuichi Makyuki's face darkened, and at the same time he noticed two dark shadows in front of the house, and with the help of the lights in the house, he could barely distinguish that one of them was Taro Fugawa, and the other one he didn't recognize.

The sharp-beaked monkey is not a good person by looking at his face.

Seeing that the two of them were talking happily and didn't notice himself at all, Shuichi Mayuki found a place close to hide, just enough to hear the conversation between the two.

"In a few days, that kid's shop will be reopened, and you know what to do. There is also the one on the next street, they have a new dish, and business has been quite good recently. The sharp-beaked man spoke in astonishment, with a malicious smile on his face.

"That kid has a broken arm, so he shouldn't be able to be a chef, right?" Fukawa Taro plucked his ear with his little thumb, not caring about the other party's words.

"Aren't there two apprentices here? you just picked on their thorns and lowered the reputation so that no one would want to go to his house to eat again. The man laughed twice, "When our family's business starts, your remuneration will definitely be indispensable."

"You businessmen, you're in real trouble. Since that Chinese cuisine is so popular, can't you just learn

it?" "Fukawa Taro, why are you talking about something wrong today?" Wasn't you willing to do this job when I was looking for you before?Could it be that you have found

a serious job?" The expression on the man's face became suspicious, he really couldn't imagine that Taro Fukawa, who didn't know anything and didn't learn anything, could find a serious job.

Fukawa Taro didn't answer the man's question directly, he smiled and said: "Recently, the village has been under construction, and a large number of workers have been recruited, and I can still find a few cents to move bricks."

"Go do your job, my old thing will definitely scold me again when he finds out, and I want to drink."

"You can do it, but you have to pay for it." If you don't want to, I'll move the bricks.

The man stared at Fukawa Taro for a few seconds, recently the village has been recruiting people for construction, and almost all people like Fukawa Taro who have no jobs and are five big and three rough have gone, and others may not be willing to do it.

"Yes, but only a little more.

Shuichi Mayuki laughed twice when he heard Taro Fukawa's 'hehe', and watched him go straight to his house, ignoring the man's annoyance.

"Fugawa Taro, don't be too ignorant, when the village is rebuilt, do you think you will still have this chance?"

No wonder he doesn't do much every time, but he is very annoying.

He heard the sound of Taro Fugawa closing the door, saw the strange man leave angrily, and felt that it was time.

He nimbly climbed up to the dark second floor of the room, opened the unlocked window, and squatted on the window frame to look inside the room on the second floor.

It's a small bedroom, a single bed, a bedside table, and a wardrobe are all there is.

There was no one in the bed.

According to Shuichi Makyuki's speculation about this cottage, it is estimated that there is only one bedroom on the second floor, and at most a small toilet.

That is, all on the ground floor.

As soon as the conversation collapsed, Taro Fukawa, who had returned home, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of cold beer, and sat down on the old-fashioned sofa.

I opened the cap at will, and 'grunt' filled most of the bottle in one go.

"Heh, you don't want to spend more money and want to work with me, I really have a brain in the water to agree. Fukawa Taro sneered contemptuously.

Is he really stupid?

If he goes to do things on his own after the reopening, he will 100 percent become the focus of the police department's attention, and who will dare to recruit himself to work at that time.

This time the Nine-Tails Rebellion gave him hope, so many people died, there will definitely be a lot of jobs vacant at that time, and now that he performs well, maybe he can find a serious job with a low salary.

Who's going to be on his thief ship?

But the old thing came back so late today, I don't know where I'm going to walk again. That is, the old thing still has a salary, so he will be afraid of him, otherwise how old is that old thing?"

"

There was a sudden noise from upstairs, like something had fallen to the ground.

"Grass, scare Lao Tzu. Fukawa Taro complained, put the beer he hadn't finished on the table, and walked up to the second floor.

Looking at the familiar second floor shrouded in darkness, he suddenly felt that the second floor seemed to be extraordinarily dark today, and his heart was a little hairy, and he quickly turned on the light in the corridor on the second floor.

"I remember the sound seemed to come from the bedroom...", Fugawa Taro muttered, opened the bedroom door and glanced at it.

Everything is fine inside, except... An alarm clock that falls on the ground.

"Hell, how did this thing come down. Fugawa Taro breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was not a thief, although he felt strange in his heart, he still stepped forward to put the alarm clock back in its place.

"Bang!"

this time the sound came from behind him, and the light shining into the corridor disappeared instantly, and he suddenly understood that someone had closed the door.

Fukawa Taro turned his head sharply and found a vague figure standing quietly by the door in the darkness, unable to see the other person's face even with the help of a little light outside the room.

The switch of the bedroom light is at the door, and it is too late to turn on the light now.

"Taro Fukawa. The figure suddenly spoke, a strange male voice he had never heard.

He was suddenly in a trance, and before he could answer, the other party had already come to him, and the blood-red pupils like jewels were reflected in his eyes.

Shui Mayuki grabbed Taro Fugawa's somewhat obese body one by one, and a large mouth of blood was split in his palm, frantically devouring Taro Fugawa's flesh and blood cells.

And Fugawa Taro, before he could scream, was grabbed by Shuichi Mayuki and slammed into the wall behind him.

"Boom!"

is a good head.

The back of the head was hit strongly, and Taro Fukawa fainted on the spot, and the screams stuck in his throat were gone.

"Grass, why is this B so fat. Shuichi Mako's face darkened, and he withdrew his hand that was gnawing on Fugawa Taro, his eyes full of disgust.

It's all fat in one bite, who knows it.

He didn't have the slightest intention of devouring Fukawa Taro's flesh and blood energy, he was really disgusted by this guy, and he didn't know how much fat he had to eat if he wanted to completely devour.

Just a few bites from his hand, Fukawa Taro is not dead yet, but if he is allowed to lose blood, he will not be far from death.