Abe Haruta burst out laughing when he heard this.
"I never imagined that my descendants would be so capable as to earn the favor of the Night King. Even though I am the ancestor of the Abe family, at this moment, the only explanation for this situation is the manifestation of my ancestors."
"Alright, alright, stop flattering yourself."
Ashiya Michiman rolled his eyes.
He no longer dwelled on this question and looked at Tokugawa Ieyasu.
"Just now, Lord Night King asked you to be a human servant. What does that mean?"
"If you ask me, I'd like to know too, but it's probably about the source."
"The source of the infection?"
"Yes, if you two are free, help me be the hostess."
"No, Qing and I have to go to the underworld to prepare for the war of the gods."
"Then let's say goodbye here. The next time we meet, it will be at the War of the Gods." Tokugawa Ieyasu bowed.
Abe Haruhi and Zheng Yu nodded. "You should be careful too. Those two babies are the source of infection. You have to be careful. This is the mortal realm after all."
"I know, but if something really goes wrong at the source, I can only watch from the sidelines with my level of skill. I think the Night King will have a say."
Tokugawa Ieyasu looked at Qin Ye's method.
Thinking of the source of infection, Tokugawa Ieyasu did not linger any longer and set off to complete Qin Ye's instructions.
…
Ten minutes later.
Underpass under an overpass in Tokyo, Japan.
An unemployed homeless man was taking some picked-up cardboard boxes and preparing to build a home with them under a bridge.
"I feel like I need to pick up some more cardboard to patch up the hole, otherwise I'll be freezing again at night."
Just as I was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from behind me.
"Are you lacking a place to stay?"
"who?!"
The homeless man was startled and turned around suddenly. This was a bridge hole, and usually not many people would come here, especially since it was about to rain.
When he saw Tokugawa Ieyasu dressed behind him.
The homeless man was stunned: "Who are you?"
He was dressed in ancient Japanese style. If it weren't for the luxurious clothes he wore, he would almost think Tokugawa Ieyasu was a lunatic.
Tokugawa Ieyasu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who I am. I just want to ask you if you need a place to live. That's where you live now, right? You can't live here forever."
He pointed to the homeless hut built with wooden boards and cardboard in the bridge arch ahead.
The unemployed man frowned, thinking that Tokugawa Ieyasu was here to laugh at him. After all, Daxia and Japan were different, and Japan was more oppressive. The unemployed were regarded as a disgrace to society, and children would throw stones at them to laugh at them.
It hit a sore spot at this moment.
The vagrant was about to get angry, but the next second, Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly took out a valuable gold bead, then thought for a while and, like a magic trick, produced a stack of Japanese yen out of thin air.
"I'll give you this gold bead and the money. It's enough to keep you safe while you look for a new job."
The homeless man was stunned.
After confirming again and again that the items were not fake and were genuine, he was a little bit unbelieving.
It was not until Tokugawa Ieyasu turned around and prepared to leave that the unemployed people reacted.
"Why are you helping me? Do we know each other?"
"We don't know each other. I helped you because I saw your kindness. You're not a bad person. If you hadn't crippled your legs helping a little girl dodge a car, you wouldn't have been fired."
Tokugawa Ieyasu smiled.
"You shouldn't have such misfortune. People should be punished. Consider that money as your revenge."
The vagrant wanted to say something, but his pupils suddenly contracted and he found that Tokugawa Ieyasu was walking away and his figure slowly disappeared.
He was horrified, suddenly realizing that he might have encountered the love story in urban legend.
What happened before his eyes shocked him so much.
He didn't know what to say in return.
Seeing that Tokugawa Ieyasu was about to die, the unemployed vagrant finally squeezed out a few words.
"Who are you."
This time, Tokugawa Ieyasu paused, thought for a moment, and then nodded and said something.
"I don't care who I am. What I want is this report. The Night King asked me to do it."
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