Chapter 251: 21: The Legend of the Crow Spirit

After nightfall.

The Soul Crow took a big poop in the wash basin, then turned on the tap to rinse it clean, then hopped back.

The Soul Lamp was brought to the woman's room 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 it encounters a superhuman who dares to do this, it will directly launch a death charge and will not tolerate him.

The most important thing now is to heal his wounds as quickly as possible, then take the soul lamp back, escape, and continue to fulfill his mission as the Soul Crow Inspector, running around the world, using his ability to be more sensitive to souls than other Soul Crows to collect those lonely souls who died in the wilderness.

Therefore, only the Soul Crows that have the most contact with souls at the beginning can serve as Inspectors. The little Soul Crows that are born later cannot even see souls at all, and can only collect souls in the direction indicated by the Soul Lanterns. And the Soul Lanterns will only remind you when a certain amount of souls has accumulated in a certain area.

Therefore, under the planning of the first and currently the only wise crow recognized by the Soul Crows, the densely populated cities were handed over to the newly born little Soul Crows one after another, while the big Soul Crows went to small places to collect souls, ensuring that every soul could return to the highest heaven.

Of course, ancient souls buried deep in the ground don’t count.

In the legend of the Soul Crow World, a Soul Crow that has faithfully fulfilled its duties throughout its life will go directly to the side of the Supreme after death, stand on the Sun Tree that symbolizes eternity, and enjoy a peaceful future.

Unfortunately, the Soul Crow’s mind is currently full of French fries. It doesn’t know whether the branches of the Sun Tree smell like French fries. What it is thinking more about is whether it can ask the little Soul Crow to get some French fries tomorrow.

Then, in this dreamy daze, it noticed a subtle movement upstairs.

It seemed like someone was sneaking down stealthily and tiptoeing, and judging by the heaviness of her footsteps, it must be the little girl.

In the darkness, Soul Crow, with its excellent night vision, could see a small black shadow appear at the corner of the stairs. Fedra used his hands and feet to climb down the stairs very slowly, tightly holding something in his hand. He gradually approached the Soul Crow's hut, then he breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear, and asked stealthily close to Soul Crow.

"Mr. Crow, do you really want to eat French fries?"

It immediately became lively.

It couldn't understand what I said, but it knew the word "French fries", and it was in the form of a question. So, did it mean that there might be hope for my French fries?
The Soul Crow lowered his throat and continued to repeat in a low voice, "I want French fries."

"I understand, Mr. Crow! I, I will let you eat French fries, for sure!" The reason why Phaedra was so sure was that there was a 24-hour McDonald's just a few hundred meters away from her home.

Looking at the Soul Crow's eyes that seemed to be flashing 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 now just treat Phaedra as a feeding machine.

If it can get French fries, there's no reason why human children can't get them, and there are many children of Phaedra's age in those French fries shops.

Money? Soul Crow knows money, but does not understand it.

Holding the pocket money she had saved tightly in her hand, Phaedra touched the door handle, gently opened the chain, and slowly opened the door, preparing to use a thickly folded paper towel to pad the side of the door to prevent it from closing completely.

Phaedra, who was busy and nervous, felt a weight on her shoulders. The Soul Crow was already standing on her shoulders. It was quite heavy and made her ears itchy, but she was very happy.

"Mr. Crow, please wait for me a moment."

Leaving the door ajar, Phaedra breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly towards the vaguely visible McDonald's with a smile on her face.

At night, the wind blowing from the street was a little cool. Compared with the daytime, it was like a completely new world. Everything was full of unknowns for Phaedra - insects chirped everywhere; music came from somewhere in the distance; some street lights were turned off, and some were flickering; the sound of burning tires was heard occasionally; even the air had a unique fresh smell.

There were just a few passers-by wearing hoods, walking on the road, and their dark eyes seemed to hold some malicious intent.

Phaedra's heart beat faster and her breathing became tense. She looked around like a little quail, and when she met other people's curious or scrutinizing eyes, she quickly lowered her head and quickened her pace, for fear of encountering the bad guys her mother mentioned.

Soul Crow looked around boredly and soon saw the French fry shop in the distance.

Sure enough, wherever there are people, there are chip shops.

Bipeds walk so slowly, and it's so pitiful that they can't fly.

Seeing that someone seemed to be trying to approach, the Soul Crow jumped onto Fedra's head, spread its wings, and cried a few times, scaring the person in place. No one knew what it was thinking.

The boy walked quickly with his short legs for a while and met a few adults walking in the shadows on the way, but fortunately he escaped danger and successfully reached the place where the bright lights of McDonald's were illuminated.

"Hoohoo, we're here. Thank you, Mr. Crow."

The Soul Crow didn't understand. Just now it could only sense the faint stench of the other person's soul. Normally, it would have to poop on such people's heads when it saw them.

Fedra wiped the sweat off her forehead, took out the money that she had been tightly holding, and tried to spread it out and make it smoother. Then she walked past the police car parked nearby and pushed the door open with great effort.

The smell of fried food hit Phaedra's face and made her swallow her saliva. She hadn't eaten these things for a long time.

There were not many people in the store. A female employee was standing at the counter, and a fat policeman was sitting on the customer chair eating a hamburger.

"Oh, little girl, where are your parents?" The female employee looked outside a few times.

"I, I live nearby, sister, I want to buy one box." Phaedra hesitated and changed the subject, "Two boxes, I want two boxes of French fries."

"Okay, two boxes of French fries. Anything else? How about fried chicken?" The female employee smiled and looked carefully at the spiritual crow. Strictly speaking, these animals should not be allowed into the store, but it was so late, and the one who came in was a little girl, so she didn't bother to care so much.

"That's enough, no fried chicken." Phaedra quickly shook her head. She had no intention of giving Mr. Crow fried chicken. That was too terrible.

"OK, OK, two boxes of French fries." The female employee's action of recording the order suddenly froze, because she was shocked to see that the spiritual crow picked up a few packets of ketchup without any instruction, and then glided to the table nearby as if nothing had happened, and then pulled out a paper towel and squeezed the ketchup on it.

Holy crow!

Such a shrewd crow couldn't help but remind her of the urban crow legend that was becoming more and more popular among many of her store colleagues.

That is a mysterious story exclusive to fried chicken practitioners.

Legend has it that in big cities, influenced by the strong resentment of mankind, a crow spirit is born among every thousand crows. It is extremely intelligent and commands a large number of crows. Once it goes out, it covers the sky and the sun.

What they like most is to rob fried chicken shops or snatch the fries from the hands of customers who just walked out of the store. Anyone who dares to resist will encounter the baptism called "black tornado destroying the parking lot", and will be completely defeated by the crow spirit, and flee in panic with a body or a car full of bird droppings.

In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, some superstitious shops set up a crow altar outside and placed French fries at fixed times and locations every day. Then, the crows really stopped attacking customers and shops. This was considered a successful recruitment and a delicate balance was achieved between the fried chicken shop and the crows.

I just cut five potatoes today and ten potatoes tomorrow, and then I can sleep well for the night. I got up and looked around, and the crows came again.
So some people were bold enough to try to resist and chose to put drugs in the French fries.

At the beginning, a few crows were indeed poisoned to death, but the crow spirits hiding in them did not seem to be harmed. Soon, the store was hit by an extremely horrific feces bombardment. Overnight, the entire store was dyed white and black, and the smell of it made people want to vomit even from ten meters away.

The store owner thought he was unlucky and quickly hired someone to clean up, but the next day he continued to be bombarded by the crows and other bird flocks. Anyone who dared to clean up would be regarded as an enemy by the birds, and many workers were scared away by the mountain of shit.

In the end, the shop owner, filled with regret, surrendered voluntarily but was not forgiven by the crow spirit, and ended up closing his store.

From then on, the fried chicken world lost a tough guy, and a certain city gained a frustrated person who often looked up at the stars.

[It is better to offend colleagues than to offend crows] quickly became a new industry jargon.

"Sister? Sister?"

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that!"

The female employee subconsciously apologized frantically, and then received the girl's doubts, the police's astonishment, and the crow's look at the idiot. "Ahem, what I mean is, there is a discount today, the price doesn't increase if you increase the quantity, I will give you more fries."

"Thank you sister!"

Phaedra put two bills on the counter and asked uneasily, "Sister, are these enough?"

"Enough!" The female employee took a look and returned one.

After ordering the food, she went to sit at the Soul Crow table, 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 are out so late?" The policeman finished a hamburger, wiped his mouth, and there were still a few hamburgers on the table.

"I, my mother asked me to come out and buy it." Phaedra lied nervously.

"Really? I have to educate such irresponsible parents." The police threatened her.

"No, I lied, I ran away secretly. Uncle, please don't tell my mother, please!" She had little experience in communicating with strangers and told everything after being deceived easily.

The policeman was relieved and smiled: "Little greedy cat, remember to wipe your mouth after eating the fries."

Phaedra didn't explain, just nodded.

Soon, two servings of French fries were served, and the portion was indeed large.

"Oh, I've never seen myself treated like this, Jenny, you're too partial." The policeman joked with a familiar clerk while eating a hamburger.

The female employee rolled her eyes and said, "I'm doing this for your own good. I don't want your future children to first call you mom and suck milk from you."

The policeman was speechless, and the burger in his hand no longer tasted delicious.

Phaedra originally wanted to feed the Soul Crow, but she didn't even need to do anything. The Soul Crow opened the box of French fries with great skill and started eating them with ketchup. Its movements were more flexible than her hands, as if it was born to eat French fries and it had become an instinct.

She had no choice but to watch the Soul Crows feasting on their food while curiously listening to their conversation. It was indeed a very novel experience that she had never experienced before.

As they listened, they stopped talking and turned to stare at the huge gluttonous crow, watching it finish a box of French fries in just a few minutes.

Soul Crow burped, glanced at the remaining box, and gently kicked it in front of Phaedra with his claws.

It doesn't believe anyone can resist the temptation of French fries.

But Phaedra resisted. She hesitantly picked up a French fry, dipped it in ketchup, and then handed it to Soul Crow.

Soul Crow tilted his head and looked at her for a long moment before he opened his mouth and swallowed the fries in one gulp.

It seems that the taste of this French fry is a little different from the others.

Is it tastier?

It's not very clear.

“Give me fries.”

The Soul Crow shouted this, and it wanted to continue verifying it.

Phaedra smiled in surprise, picked up another one and fed it to him.

You forgot the ketchup but it was still good, the fries did taste better.

But Soul Crow didn't understand the reasoning behind it.

"This crow is so smart. No wonder some places invite crows to sing at weddings." The policeman exclaimed.

The female employees became more and more apprehensive the more they looked at it, fearing that if they were negligent, they would become the second store to enjoy the exclusive paint job.

Gradually, Phaedra finished feeding the rest of the box of French fries. She didn't eat any herself, but she looked happier than if she had eaten them.

Humans are so strange.

The Soul Crow burped, jumped onto Phaedra's shoulder, and savored the delicious meal.

Phaedra wiped her hands and decided to go back home quickly since she had finished eating. If her mother found out, she would be doomed.

Seeing Phaedra leave, the policeman told the female employee to leave, then followed her out of the store, turned on the lights in the police car, and followed her quietly.

It seemed like someone was walking in the shadow of the street, and after wandering for a while, he chose to leave.

Phaedra made it safely to her doorstep, then waved her hand in the direction of the police car.

After watching the girl go back to the house, the policeman nodded, hummed a song, and went back to McDonald's to continue eating the burger he had not finished.

“Great! Mom didn’t notice.”

Fedra closed the door, locked the chain, listened carefully for a while, patted her chest, and spoke to her Soul Crow friend.

Soul Crow naturally didn't understand, but strangely it seemed to be able to guess what she said.

After gliding back to his cabin, the Soul Crow ate two boxes of French fries and drank water frantically.

"Good night, Mr. Crow."

".Good night!"

"Does this also mean good night? Is it crow language?" Fedra asked doubtfully.

Although the English literacy rate in this country is not low, it is still too difficult for a ten-year-old child who has only learned the English alphabet and has not attended classes for a long time.

Soul Crow was in a strange mood. Looking at Phaedra, an emotion he had never experienced before seemed to quietly take root and spread in his heart.

The soul crows also help each other, as if it is an instinct. The nest exchanges every once in a while seem to be just to satisfy their natural desire for communication. Furthermore, they have never truly felt the so-called friends between humans.

"Good night, my friend."

Phaedra scratched her head, not understanding, yet she completed the conversation miraculously.

"Good night, Mr. Crow."

After saying goodbye, Phaedra went to the bathroom, deliberately making some noise like a flushing sound, then slowly walked up the stairs, one step heavy and one step light, and returned to the room.

After watching her leave, Soul Crow turned to look at the night view outside the window, as if he couldn't sleep.

(End of this chapter)