Chapter 251 21: The Legend of the Crow Spirit
After nightfall.
The soul crow soaked a large pot in the wash basin, then turned on the water hose and rinsed it, and then ran back in a bound.
The soul lamp was brought to his room by that woman again. Soul Crow was very unhappy, but he could sense that the other party was just an ordinary person, so there was no need to be too suspicious.
If Chaofan dares to do this, it will directly launch a death charge, but he will not be used to it.
The most important thing now is to heal the injury as soon as possible, then take the soul lamp back, escape, and continue to fulfill the mission of the soul crow inspector, running around the world, using the soul crow's ability to be more sensitive to souls than other soul crows, To collect those lonely souls who died in the wilderness.
Therefore, only the first batch of soul crows who have the most contact with souls can assume the role of inspector. Those little soul crows born later cannot even see their souls at all, and can only use the direction prompted by the soul lamp to go Collect, and the soul lamp will only remind you when a certain amount of souls has been accumulated in a certain area.
So under the planning of the first and currently only wise man recognized by Soul Crow, densely populated cities were gradually handed over to the new little Soul Crows, while the big Soul Crows went to small places Collect souls and make sure every soul returns to the highest heaven.
Of course, the ancient souls buried deep in the ground don’t count.
In the legend of the soul crow world, the soul crow who has faithfully completed its duties throughout its life will go directly to the supreme body after death, stand on the sun tree that symbolizes eternity, and enjoy a peaceful future.
Unfortunately, the soul crow is currently thinking only about French fries. It doesn’t know whether the branches of the Sun Tree taste like French fries. What it thinks more about is whether the little soul crow can get some French fries tomorrow.
Then, in this hazy state of imagination, it noticed the slight movement upstairs.
There seems to be a person sneaking down, and judging from the weight of his footing, it must be the little girl.
In the darkness, Soul Crow, who has excellent night vision, could see a small black shadow appearing at the corner of the stairs. Phaedra used her hands and feet to climb down the stairs very slowly. , holding something in his hand tightly, he gradually approached the hut of Soul Crow, and then breathed out with lingering fear, and approached Soul Crow and asked furtively.
"Mr. Crow, do you really want French fries?"
It perked up immediately.
It can't understand the words, but it can understand the word "french fries". It's still a question. So, does it mean that there may be hope for my fries?
The soul crow lowered his throat and continued to repeat the "I want French fries" in a low voice.
"I understand, Mr. Crow! I, I will let you eat French fries, for sure!" The reason why Phaedra is so sure is because there is a French fries not far from her home a few hundred meters away. There is a McDonald's open 24 hours a day.
Looking at Soul Crow's eyes that seemed to be shining with expectation in the night, Phaedra seemed to feel the weight of friendship that she had never experienced before, prompting her to disobey her mother's words for the first time.
Although, Soul Crow should just regard Phaedra as a feeding machine now.
It can get French fries, there's no reason why human children can't, and besides, there are a lot of children like Phaedra in those chip shops.
Money? Soul Crow knows about money, but does not understand it.
Squeezing the pocket money she had saved in her hand, Phaedra touched the door handle, gently opened the chain or the like, and then slowly opened the door, ready to take a thickly folded Use paper towels to pad the sides of the door to prevent it from closing completely.
Phaedra, who was busy and nervous, felt a heavy weight on her shoulders. Soul Crow was already standing on her shoulders. It was quite heavy and made her ears itch, but she was very happy.
"Mr. Crow, please wait for me a little longer."
With the door ajar, Phaedra breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked towards the looming McDonald's with a smile.
At night, the wind blowing from the street is a bit cool. Compared with the daytime, it is like a new world. Everywhere is full of unknowns for Phaedra - there are bugs everywhere Chirping; music coming from an unknown house in the distance; some street lights are turned off and some are flashing; the sound of burning tires occasionally sounds; even the air carries a different kind of fresh smell.
There are only a few passers-by wearing hoods and walking on the road, with dark eyes that seem to have some malicious intent.
Phaedra's heart beat faster and she breathed nervously. Like a little quail, she looked left and right. When she met other people's curious or appreciative eyes, she quickly lowered her head and quickened her pace, for fear of encountering what her mother said. Said bad guy.
Soul Crow looked around boredly, and soon saw the chip shop in the distance.
Sure enough, wherever there are people, there are chip shops.
The two-legged beast walks really slowly, and it is pitiful that it cannot fly.
Seeing that someone seemed to be trying to approach, the soul crow jumped on top of Phaedra's head, spread its wings, and screamed a few times, scaring the person in place. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The little short-legged boy walked quickly for a while, and met a few adults walking in the shadows on the way. Fortunately, he was not in danger and successfully walked to the bright light of McDonald's.
"Huhu, we're here, thank you, Mr. Crow."
The soul crow didn't understand. Just now it could only detect the faint stench of the other person's soul. Everyday when it sees this kind of person, it has to pull over his head. Soaked.
Phaedra wiped her sweat, took out the tightly squeezed money, spread it as flat as possible, and then passed by the police car parked aside and pushed the door open with difficulty.
The smell of fried food hit her face, making Phaedra swallow her saliva. She hadn't eaten these things in a long time.
There were not many people in the store. There was a female employee standing at the counter, and a fat policeman eating a hamburger sat on the customer's chair.
"Oh, little girl, where are your parents?" The female employee glanced outside.
"I, I live nearby, sister, I want to buy a box." Phaedra hesitated and changed her words, "Two boxes, I want two boxes of French fries."
"Okay, two boxes of French fries, do you want anything else? How about fried chicken?" The female employee smiled and carefully looked at the spiritual crow. Strictly speaking, these animals should not be allowed in the store, but so It was late, and the person who came in with me was still a little girl, so I was too lazy to care about it.
"That's enough, no fried chicken." Phaedra shook her head quickly. She had no intention of giving Mr. Crow fried chicken, that would be too scary.
“OK, OK, two boxes of French fries.” The female employee suddenly froze while taking orders, because her eyes were shocked to see the spiritual crow taking a few packets of ketchup without any instructions. , and then glided to the table next to him as if nothing had happened, took out a paper towel, popped all the ketchup and squeezed it on it.
Damn it! Crow spirit!
Such a shrewd crow reminded her of the strange stories about urban crows that were increasingly popular among colleagues in many stores.
That is a mysterious and strange story exclusive to fried chicken practitioners.
Legend has it that in a metropolis, affected by the strong resentment of humans, a crow spirit will be born out of every thousand crows. It is extremely smart and can command a large number of crows under its hands. Once it is dispatched, it will cover the sky. Block out the sun.
What they like most is to loot fried chicken restaurants, or snatch the French fries from the hands of customers who have just walked out of the store. Those who dare to resist will be baptized by the name "Black Tornado Destroying the Parking Lot" , completely reduced to the defeat of the crow spirit, and fled in a hurry with a body or a cart of bird shit.
In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, some superstitious shops specially set up a crow altar outside and put out French fries at a fixed time every day. Then, those crows stopped attacking customers and shops, and the recruitment process was completed. A delicate balance of a fried chicken joint and a crow.
Just cut five potatoes today and ten potatoes tomorrow, and then you have to sleep well overnight. Look around, and the crow is coming
So some people are bold and try to resist, choosing to drug the French fries.
At first, a few crows were indeed poisoned, but the crow spirits hiding among them seemed not to be harmed. Soon, the store suffered an extremely terrifying bombing of feces. Overnight, the entire store was destroyed. Every shop was dyed white and black, and it was disgusting to people ten meters away.
The store thought it was unlucky and quickly asked someone to clean it up. However, the next day it was still bombarded by a flock of crows and other flocks of birds. Even those who dared to clean behind would be regarded as enemies by the flock of birds. The young workers were scared away by the shit mountain.
In the end, the regretful store owner surrendered voluntarily but was not forgiven by the crow spirit, and the store closed down.
Since then, the fried chicken world has lost another tough guy, and a certain city has gained a frustrated person who often looks up at the stars.
[I would rather offend my peers than the crows] has quickly become a new industry slang.
"Sister? Sister?"
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
The female employee subconsciously apologized frantically, and then received doubts from the girl, astonishment from the police and looks from crows looking like a pen. "Ahem, what I mean is that there is a discount today. If you increase the amount, the price will not increase. I will stuff you with more fries."
"Thank you, sister!"
Phaedra put the two pieces of money on the counter and asked uneasily, "Sister, are these enough?"
"Enough!" The female employee took one look and returned one.
After ordering her meal, she came to the table where Soul Crow was and sat down. She looked around with a little curiosity, and then noticed the policeman, who seemed to be observing her.
"Little girl, do your parents know that you came out so late?" The policeman finished one burger and wiped his mouth. There were several more on the table.
"My mother asked me to buy it." Phaedra lied nervously.
"Really? I need to educate such irresponsible parents." The policeman threatened her.
"No, I lied. I ran out secretly. Uncle, don't tell my mother, please!" She didn't have much experience in communicating with strangers and was easily deceived. Said.
The policeman was relieved and smiled: "After the little greedy cat eats the fries, remember to wipe your mouth."
Phaedra didn't explain, just nodded.
Soon, two portions of fries were handed over. The portions were indeed large.
"Oh, I have never seen me treated like this, Jenny, you are too partial." The policeman joked with the familiar clerk while eating a burger.
The female employee rolled her eyes: "I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want your future children to call you mommy first and suck the milk from you."
The policeman was speechless, and the burger in his hand no longer tasted good.
Phaedra originally wanted to feed Soul Crow food, but without her having to do anything, Soul Crow opened the box of French fries very skillfully and started eating it with ketchup. Her movements were better than hers with her hands. They all have to be flexible, as if they were born to eat French fries and have it engraved into their instincts.
She could only watch the soul crows feasting while listening curiously to their chat. It was indeed a particularly novel experience that she had never experienced before.
Just listening, they stopped talking and turned their eyes inexplicably to stare at the giant eating crow, watching it eat a box of chips in just a few minutes.
The soul crow burped, looked at the remaining box, and gently kicked it in front of Phaedra with his paw.
It doesn't believe anyone can resist the temptation of French fries.
But Phaedra resisted. She hesitantly picked up a fries, dipped it in some ketchup, and then handed it to Soul Crow.
Soul Crow tilted his head and looked at her for a while before opening his mouth and swallowing the fries in one gulp.
It seems that the taste of this fries is a little different from the others.
Is it more delicious?
It's not quite clear.
“Give me the fries.”
The soul crow shouted this, and it wanted to continue to verify.
Phaedra smiled in surprise, picked up another one, and fed it to it.
You forgot the ketchup but it's not bad, the fries do taste better.
But Soul Crow didn't understand the principle.
“This crow is so smart. No wonder some places even invite crows to sing when they get married.” The policeman praised.
The female employees became more and more wary as they looked at it, fearing that if they were negligent, they would become the second store to enjoy the exclusive painting.
Gradually, the remaining box of chips was fed by Phaedra. She didn't eat any of them herself, but she seemed happier than if she had.
Human beings are so strange.
The soul crow burped and jumped on Phaedra's shoulder, savoring the delicious food just now.
Phaedra wiped her hands. Since she has finished eating, she should go back quickly. If her mother finds out, it will be really over.
Seeing Phaedra leave, the policeman told the female employee to leave, then followed her out of the store, turned on the lights of the police car, and followed her quietly.
There seemed to be someone walking in the shadows of the street. After wandering for a while, they chose to leave.
Phaedra walked safely to the door of her house, then raised her hands in the direction of the police car and said goodbye.
After watching the girl go back to the house, the policeman nodded, hummed and returned to McDonald's to continue the unfinished burger.
"Great, mom didn't notice"
Phaedra closed the door and locked the chain. After listening carefully for a while, she patted her heart and said to her friend Soul Crow.
Of course Soul Crow didn’t understand, but strangely he seemed to be able to guess what she said.
Gliding back to his cabin, Soul Crow drank water like crazy after eating two boxes of chips.
"Mr. Crow, good night."
".goodnight!"
"Does this also mean good night? Is it crow language?" Phaedra asked doubtfully.
Although the penetration rate of English in this country is not low, it is still too difficult for a ten-year-old child who has only briefly learned English letters and has not been in class for a long time.
The soul crow was in a strange mood. Looking at Phaedra, an emotion he had never experienced seemed to take root and spread quietly in his heart.
Soul crows will also help each other. It seems to be an instinct. The communication in the nest every once in a while seems to be just to satisfy the natural desire for communication. Furthermore, the so-called friends between humans have never been Really felt it.
"Good night, my friend."
Phaedra scratched her head, not understanding, but she completed the conversation wonderfully.
"Good night, Mr. Crow."
After saying goodbye, Phaedra walked to the toilet, deliberately making some noise and making the sound of flushing water, and then kicked hard and lightly, Slowly walked up the stairs and returned to the room.
After watching her leave, Soul Crow turned his head to look at the night scene outside the window, as if he couldn't sleep.
(End of this chapter)