Chapter 375 Azakana
“Ding ding ding…”
Shen Hui was awakened by a series of clanging sounds.
He yawned and set the media volume on his phone to 0 again.
Then, he rubbed his face tiredly.
Since posting his first video online, he no longer needs an alarm clock.
He only needs to set the media volume to 100% at 8 o'clock every day, and he will be able to wake up to a series of background reminder sounds.
Perhaps, this is the boring daily life of a big UP host...
Today, there is a new exhibition hall in the area where Shen Hui lives.
As a UP host in the hand-made area, Shen Hui often goes to comic exhibition areas, dance areas and other areas to act as a background board.
Occasionally, among the dense video comments, content such as "LSP" will be refreshed.
Shen Hui obviously didn't care about this.
I am SP, I am real!
Shen Hui spat out the residue in her mouth and then used her hands to smooth down her messy hair.
He never cared about these things before.
But judging from the feedback from previous videos, it is better to be a little more normal .
He doesn't want to be bullied anymore...
If everything was normal when Shenhui woke up .
Perhaps it all started when he opened the door to the collection room on a whim ...
To use a bad plot from a certain game, it is: the gears of fate started to turn at this moment...
"This is?"
Shen Hui looked at the long sword, which was his proudest collection and was placed in the middle of the entire collection room.
"Sword of Azakana?"
Shen Hui spoke quietly, as if whispering in a dream.
He made the entire sword bit by bit.
No one knows every detail of this sword better than him.
But at this moment, he felt that everything was completely strange!
Is this the sword I made?
Shen Hui looked at the long sword in front of him that was emitting a certain fascinating aura, and he thought with uncertainty.
Before this, Shen Hui had always heard some rumors about weapons.
The most down-to-earth one among them should be the butcher's knife that has killed countless pigs.
It is said that some people would spend money specifically to buy the butcher's knife.
As for what they ended up using it for, no one knows.
Shen Hui never felt that he would be oppressed by a dead object.
If it is like the Giant Buddha in Foshan, it can impress everyone with its magnificent aura.
Shen Hui can still understand it.
But how could a sword, a sword he made, make him tremble?
Shen Hui swallowed his saliva. As a handicraft maker, his hands must be extremely steady.
But at this moment, it is trembling...
Shen Hui knew that he was afraid.
He was not a decisive fighter, nor was he even a soldier who could maintain strict military discipline.
Faced with such unknown pressure that felt like the air had become thinner, his fear was what a normal human being should exhibit.
But for some reason, Shen Hui took a step forward as if possessed!
He wanted to get closer to the sword. He wanted to see how it could have such magical powers.
This instinctive action almost suffocated Shen Hui!
It's like the feeling you get when you've done something disciplinary and are called to the office by your head teacher without knowing it.
Taking the first step always requires some heavy courage...
But some people start to feel light after the first step.
I even started to imagine how I would spend the night after getting through this...
Shen Hui didn't think he was such a person.
However, when his breathing slowed down for a moment, he actually felt a little relieved.
Is there something wrong with my mind?
Shen Hui began to move with some awkward steps, gradually approaching the sword that had become unfamiliar.
It hasn’t changed…
This was Shen Hui's first thought after a close observation.
But what exactly has changed?
Shen Hui didn't know.
But he was sure that some miraculous changes had taken place on the sword.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stopped in place for such a long time like a lunatic by a dead object.
Between denying one's own mental state or affirming a fantasy answer, people are always more inclined to choose the former.
After observing the sword for a long time, Shen Hui felt that he had gained nothing.
Perhaps because the milk she drank earlier had been digested, Shenhui felt that her body had gained some extra calories.
This made him a little bolder.
So he gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword.
Then, a huge, dull voice sounded in his ears:
"My name: Azakana!"
On a rooftop not too far away, a certain orange cat wagged its tail leisurely...
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"Dear audience, I seem to have been stood up..."
At the comic convention, a female UP glanced at the camera and said.
An hour had passed since the time she and Shen Hui agreed to meet.
In the bleak autumn wind, three Neros, one Misaka and two Gilgamesh passed by her.
The "surprise" milk tea she prepared was completely cold at this moment.
Asshole, you actually abandoned me at this time!
A certain female UP host thought viciously in her heart.
But on the surface, it still exudes a calm and tranquil atmosphere.
She glanced at the phone used to play the barrage, and the barrage such as "UP host is pretending again" and "Quickly release your true form!" made her forehead veins more prominent.
At this time, a highly restored Deadpool happened to pass by.
He looked at a female UP host standing there and thought for a moment.
Probably preparing to do some work...
But under the other party's murderous gaze, Deadpool was slightly stunned.
Then he smiled awkwardly at the camera and ran away quickly.
"It feels so good...", "As expected of you!"
Seeing this scene, the speed of the barrage began to soar at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As we all know, live broadcast accidents always attract more onlookers.
Some bad qualities of human beings make them always have an unimaginable enthusiasm to watch the embarrassing things happening to others.
At this moment, a jogging and panting figure attracted everyone's attention.
"The real home ground!", "The title of pigeon king has a successor!", "As everyone knows, being late does not count as a pigeon - even if it's just one hour late..."
The barrage began a new round of scrolling.
However, a certain female UP host finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Fortunately, the other party came, otherwise it would be difficult to know how the situation would end.
After all, they are acquaintances.
Even if it is just a superficial friendship online, we should at least maintain a certain harmony on the surface.
What's more, their current profession requires more carefully.
After some false courtesy and obscure confrontation, Shen Hui ended this murderous contact by promising a big meal.
Then, a female UP host noticed the long sword in the other person's hand.
"This is?"
She asked, looking at the other person.
"Azakana..."
Shen Hui's face twitched unnaturally, and then she said in a rather subtle tone...
Afterwards, he looked at the comic exhibition where all kinds of "monsters and ghosts" appeared around.
Suddenly, a subtle sense of déjà vu appeared in my heart:
"Something is always showing its true colors in the comics..."
Once upon a time, he thought it was just a joke.
Now, he has become like the one in the joke...
Damn, that Saitama over there can’t be real, right?
Shenhui glanced at Saitama, whose restoration was extremely high. He felt that everything he saw now seemed real.
And in a place that no one else noticed, there was an indescribable purple color inside Shen Hui's eyes...
