Chapter 140 The Street Singer

The girl singing and playing her instrument on the other side of the intersection caught Hao Ren's attention, as well as that of many passersby. Perhaps because a small place like the southern suburbs had never seen a street performer before, her appearance made her the focus of everyone's eyes.

These days, there were three types of people who set up instruments on the street: the first was a literary beggar wearing sunglasses and playing the erhu out of tune, lamenting their sorrows; the second was a performance artist who didn't understand music and lacked skills, simply retaliating against society; and the third was someone with real talent worthy of being called a "street performer." Although the young girl across the street looked young, Hao Ren thought she belonged to the third type: although the girl was wearing dusty clothes, she had cleaned herself up neatly and had a spirited and cheerful look on her face, which made her seem richer than the poor vampire at home. And her music made people unable to resist stopping to listen carefully. The melody was something Hao Ren had never heard before, seemingly composed by her own, sounding completely different from current pop music. It gave people a feeling of remoteness and ethereality, reminding them of grasslands and wind—this association was strange. Before today, Hao Ren had never understood what was meant by "the highest music can convey a state of mind," but now he believed it. The melody did indeed carry a power that suddenly broadened one's mind.

When the young girl began to chant an unnamed ballad, Hao Ren heard a language he had never heard before. It sounded like spontaneous murmuring, with completely unknown meanings and vocabulary, seemingly just improvised humming to express what she wanted to express in her heart. Even Yizaks, the great demon, couldn't help but stop and listen for a while, then showed a confused look: "Can't understand it? Is the translation system incomplete?"

"Terminal," Hao Ren poked the data terminal in his pocket, which had entered sleep mode. "Listen, what language is this? Why isn't it in our translation database?"

The data terminal first played a system startup BGM for itself, then listened for a few seconds: "Irregular, illogical, and undecipherable pronunciation methods. The system determines that these pronunciations do not need to be translated—they are just a pile of sounds and have no meaning."

Hao Ren thought for a while and came up with an easy-to-understand explanation: "So, this girl forgot the words and is just singing gibberish?"

"Can't you occasionally look at the atmosphere when you speak?" The data terminal vibrated twice in Hao Ren's pocket. "It sounds so good. You could say she's singing with her soul, which is better than saying she's forgotten the words and is singing gibberish—although this machine also thinks she's forgotten the words."

At this time, the singing girl across the intersection seemed to have noticed the situation here (or maybe she noticed Yizaks first. This two-meter-tall demon had a taunt radius of two hundred yards, and standing here was a landmark for the whole street). She looked up at Hao Ren and gave him a sweet smile, seemingly as a greeting.

Of course, Hao Ren didn't know her, so he returned a polite smile as a stranger, and then left the intersection with Yizaks. He still had serious business to attend to. There was a werewolf girl at home waiting to transform tonight, so he couldn't waste time here.

When Hao Ren and Yizaks were almost at the door of their house, the data terminal suddenly spoke: "Speaking of which... she just greeted you, shouldn't you go over and put ten yuan in her box? This machine checked the information on Earth and found that this is the rule."

Hao Ren thought for a while, with a smile on his face that showed his soul had been purified: "Did you hear her singing? Such a clean and vast voice, I don't think it can be measured by money—although she is busking, I think giving her a smile is more useful than giving her ten yuan."

"But after you two walked away, that girl rolled her eyes at you two while taking a breath, and muttered that you were a deadbeat..."

Hao Ren: "..." The purity of his soul, which he had finally achieved, was instantly heavily polluted again. Couldn't this talkative data terminal leave people with a little clarity in the world!

When the two returned home, Vivian had already arrived. The vampire girl had been flying outside for most of the night yesterday and didn't come back in the morning, apparently going to a very distant place to collect "materials." As soon as Hao Ren entered the living room, he saw her spreading out a lot of things on the coffee table, busy grinding medicinal powders. Vivian looked up and saw the big bag in Yizaks' hand and casually asked, "Did you buy so much?"

"In case Lily is hungry after transforming, I read in a book that werewolves have an unusually strong appetite after transforming. I bought her twenty packs of spicy strips and ten packs of bread to prevent her from running into the city and hurting people when she can't stand the hunger."

Lily cheered when she heard there were snacks, and jumped over from the sofa in the air, then opened a pack of spicy strips and went back to the sofa to slowly munch on them. Vivian stared at Hao Ren in disbelief: "Twenty packs of spicy strips... what were you thinking?"

"She likes these little things," Hao Ren looked at Lily with doting eyes, like looking at a pet. "And spicy strips are more satisfying. I also asked Raven 12345, and spicy things can promote Lily's evolution..."

"I've never heard of werewolves evolving by eating spicy food," Vivian pouted. "You better prepare ten bottles of mineral water too. What Lily needs most at that time is definitely a belly full of cold water. Your thinking is getting closer and closer to that goddess?"

Raven 12345's status as a goddess still had some lingering power. Hao Ren usually dared to talk about it casually, but Vivian didn't dare to say the four words "female mental patient" casually, which showed that the vampire girl was still relatively afraid of gods and religions.

Hao Ren helped Yizaks put the two big bags on the dining table next to them, and then curiously approached Vivian: "What are you doing? It looks a little disgusting... Oh god, this smell..."

Vivian spread out several old newspapers on the coffee table, with a lot of things on them. Some of them looked like weeds, but they were obviously precious materials that Vivian had painstakingly found. These grass leaves, still carrying the earthy smell, were carefully divided into several piles, with water droplets on them, obviously washed. And next to the grass leaves were some messy things that looked like soil, wood chips, moss, and even stone debris. If it were another occasion, Hao Ren would definitely think that these were picked up from the big trash can on the east side of the street, but Vivian was seriously processing these things: she put various materials in several stainless steel bowls according to certain rules and dosages. Some had already been crushed into powder, and some were still being processed.

"This one is a medicinal powder made from grinding three kinds of dried herbs. Mixing it with rabbit blood and drinking it with water can forcibly stabilize the spirit. Ordinary people will fall asleep after drinking a couple of mouthfuls, but for werewolves, this dose is just enough to calm them down," Vivian introduced her suspicious mixtures as if she knew them well. "These grayish-white powders are incense. Later, they will be mixed with wormwood juice to make a cake. When Lily transforms, the incense produced can suppress her aggressive desires. Werewolves often use this thing in adult ceremonies, so the recipe must be correct. These mosses were collected from the cemetery. I flew a long way to find them. They can condense spiritual power. Werewolves are a race with more muscles than brains. Their innate spiritual power is insufficient, so they need this kind of thing..."

Before Vivian finished speaking, Hao Ren couldn't help but gag. Even in the great foodie country, few people would dare to taste these things, but two-thirds of them would have to be processed and turned into the "soup" that Lily had to take tonight. Just thinking about this made the nauseous feeling completely unstoppable. Hao Ren glanced at Vivian, trying to get some information from her eyes: "Be honest with me, are you taking revenge on Lily?"

Vivian smiled: "Landlord, look at my honest eyes..."

Hao Ren sighed: it seemed that she was indeed taking revenge.

But Lily, as the person involved, didn't seem to realize it at all. The girl was still holding a pack of spicy strips and watching soap operas with great interest, with no opinion on the unknown mixtures on the coffee table. Hao Ren couldn't help but call out to Lily: "Lily, why don't you come and see what Vivian has prepared for you... You have to eat them tonight..."

Lily turned her head and sniffed: "Well, it's good! I eat everything!"

Hao Ren: "..."

This omnivorous werewolf no longer needed any treatment!