Deep into the night, the small forest at the foot of Chen Ji Mountain was completely quiet, I looked around and there was no one to be seen. I sat under a tree and left Zhi Yans body. I saw the gloomy ghost market but did not imdiately go to the store that sold Energy Boosting Pills. Instead, I turned around and went deep into the forest.
In this forest, there was a tavern where ghosts who were prone to loneliness go. Many lonely souls and wild ghosts all visited here acting like living people. Inside, they engaged in ordering so food, drinking a few drops of wine, and finding a working ghost. They stayed and chatted, reminisced the past and looked forward to the future. Then afterward, they resud to being a muddle-headed ghost.
This kind of place had the most information.
Before, I did not have any money, also did not feel lonely, and had nothing to chat about with these ordinary ghosts. So I preferred to willingly float around my own gravesite. But now I wanted to gather so information, therefore, this was another matter.
I narrowed my eyes feeling rather surprised. These words alone were nothing like the words that should be said by a ghost at a ghost market! To get through the entrances of these snobby ghost markets, they all wanted to see the value of the person first. Perhaps this tavern wanted to be the unbiased sector of this place?
I fully appreciated it.
The waiter was a cute young lad approximately the sa height as . He appeared to be only about sixteen to seventeen years old. However, being a ghost, it was impossible to tell the age through appearances alone. He only died at this age; therefore, I already did not know how many years he had passed away.
Our tavern owner is a boss with feelings, unlike those other shops on the streets blinded by money. As the waiter gave an introduction, he led to a seat near the window on the second floor. He smiled and said: Guest, the view is good here.
I looked outside; the dark forest was gloomy and scary with dried and broken wooden branches! The night wind blew carrying three parts of evil energy. Gazing a little farther, I could see the ghost market of departed spirits surrounded by a black haze and Zhi Yans body that was left under the tree. Right now, many little ghosts were going in and out of that body, having fun. But no one could enter and possess that body.
Whoa, suddenly I had a kind of urge to let Zhi Yan experience the scenery here for a little bit. It would be very fun to see her scared and bawling.
Guest, what do you want to order?
Bring any jar of wine here. The main thing is to have soone to drink with. I asked him, In your place, who knows the most news?
Then the waiter took the cleaning rag from his shoulder, wiped the stool, and sat down: Guest, I have been waiting for a visitor like you for a very long ti. At our business, other waiters can drink with soone and do so tricks, or accompany visitors to relieve boredom; that is their greatest skills. Other visitors are ghosts who have no other pursuits, so they dont make inquiries about information, unlike you and . As he spoke, he expressively moved his eyebrows, and voluntarily reached his hand out to pat my arm but his hand passed directly through.
In response, the waiter was sowhat dumbfounded.
I did not care about his dumbfounded mont and simply asked: Do you know of any information about Feng Zhou City?
I He returned to himself, Know it! Our tavern is open at all ghost markets. Our information is all about intercommunication.
I folded my arms: Then do you know what is going on with the malicious spirits in Feng Zhou City?
I had beco a ghost these few years but I had never seen a malicious spirit before and even rarely heard of lonely souls or wild ghosts being ntioned. But seeing a malicious spirit was rare, if it was to appear, then it was sure to shock a group of ghosts. So it was impossible for their ghost business not to know.
Feng Zhou City?
The waiter contemplated for a mont: I have never received any news about malicious spirits appearing.
Nothing?
Mhm, if a malicious spirit appears in the world, then theres always an order sent down from above, forbidding people from entering a certain area to avoid being attacked, until the grievances of the malicious ghost are dispelled. Other news may be wrong but this information is not wrong.
I stroked my chin in deep thought and recalled when I first saw Small Round Face. In the beginning, she was floating down from above the rooms beam; even though her appearance was a bit scary but at least her mind was still normal and she also did not attack . Until later, when Sima Rong was ntioned, she thought that I wanted to harm him, so she dispersed a malicious aura from her body.
I deliberated for a mont and asked: Little Cutie, let ask you, is it possible that after becoming a ghost, ghosts can change based on their temperant and generate a malicious aura, thereby, transform into a malicious spirit?
Little Little Cutie? The waiters face imdiately turned completely red, Guest, you really are
[Yi, are you not here to drink with ? How can you not handle this level of teasing?]
I looked at him calmly, it made him feel shy and sowhat unreasonable, and so he suppressed his emotions: Yes Yes, that can be the case. Generally, when malicious spirits were alive, they had obsessive thoughts that made them beco like that. When the world changes, the obsessive thoughts will dissipate and naturally, the aura of grievances will dissipate, too. However, it is also possible for obsessive thoughts to accumulate and deepen over ti. It all depends on their own destiny.
I nodded: So, do you know of a female ghost living in a house that is full of wooden people in Feng Zhou City? She has a round face with almond-shaped eyes; she watches over a male with broken legs and attaches great importance to that male
Ah, I know! The waiter shouted, Yue Zhu.
I narrowed my eyes: Can you tell clearly what kind of ghost is she? While she was alive, what did she do?
The things she did when she was alive, we did not go investigate. However, we roughly know that when she was alive, she was a person of Nan Yue Sect who also lived in that residence. She died approximately four to five years ago. After her death, she only wanders around in that residence and especially expels other ghosts Hearing you ntion her, she actually has so tendencies to turn into a malicious spirit
A person of Nan Yue Sect who lived in that residence of Feng Zhou City.
Interesting, once I heard this, I absolutely knew that she was a spy sent by Nan Yue Sect!
In the past, Sima Rongs information network was really widespread, it was impossible for him not to know her identity but in the end, he was still hard by this person of Nan Yue Sect. Could it be that he developed feelings for Yue Zhu? To the extent that now, he still lived in the residence where Yue Zhu used to live.
He said because of his feelings, his information was wrong and now, he still had no way of letting go of that short-lived love. Therefore, was that why on that day he told that in this lifeti he could never forgive himself?
But how did that Small Round Face die? Was she murdered by Mo Qing? If she was killed by Mo Qing, then how could Sima Rongs relationship with him be so good now?
These things of the past, if I asked the waiter, he would definitely not know but I could not ask Sima Rong or Mo Qing either. It seems like it would be better to ask the person involved directly. I leaned back in my chair and inquired the waiter: At present, that Yue Zhu is sowhat deranged, is there a drug in the ghost market that can treat this type of sickness?
The waiter was silent for a mont, and then shook his head: Probably not.
Then it seems like, I would have to directly confront Small Round Face who had the ability to turn into a malicious spirit at any ti.
I tapped the table and stood up: All-right, what I wanted to know was these things. Today, you accompanied very well, imdiately go and take from my account one I swallowed the ten thousand word back into my throat, silently reminded myself that I was no longer the previous Wan Lu Sect Leader, and then corrected my words, One thousand coins.
Little Cutie smiled happily: Okay, you chatting with made very happy; co back and look for .
Mhm, what is your na?
My na is Zi You.
I shot him a glance; he observed the expression on my face and laughed. He scratched his head and said: Miss, do not take offense, I just said my na and not my full na was not because Im not frank with you, its just that I Have truly forgotten my full na, I only rember my na, Zi You.
I gazed at him: You can forget this, too?
He looked at sowhat amazed: Miss, you dont know? I was bewildered, so he explained to , We are ghosts, therell be one day when well forget all the things we did when we were alive. When these things are all forgotten, itll be ti for reincarnation.
I was surprised: What? To reincarnate, dont we need to pass the Nai He Bridge? Dont we need to drink ng Grandmothers soup? Wheres the King of Hell or the Judge of the Underworld? Dont we need to go through the process?
The waiter smiled, sowhat helpless: What ng Grandmother, there are so many ghosts, how many soups would she have to cook to be enough for everyone to forget the past. Everyone dies and wanders around the world; when they wander for a long ti, they will naturally forget. So people forget early and so people forget slowly. But eventually, everybody forgets.
I was sowhat stumped.
Currently, the mories of when I was alive, I have already forgotten about seven to eight parts of it. Only this na can be rembered clearly. The guests that co to our tavern, more than half are indulging in the past and are unwilling to forget. As a result, every day they find soone to listen to their pasts because theyre afraid that one day if they dont talk about it, theyll truly forget it all. But even then, many guests will talk and talk; but they dont co back and are never seen again.
Where Do they go?
Theyve forgotten everything, they cant even rember themselves, so it doesnt matter where they go.
I followed the waiter downstairs. On the first floor, the three to four guests from before were still there. So were still drowning their sorrows with wine and thinking deeply about the past. So were still talking incessantly without getting to the point, no matter if they appeared sowhat crazy. From beginning to end, the person drinking alongside them would patiently listen, smile and nod in response.
But because I knew the reason behind it, I felt that this little amount of patience and smile also carried complete pity and sympathy.
One more thing. The waiter said, In fact, in my opinion, Miss, the inquiries you made about that Yue Zhu, Im afraid that she is also like this. Shes holding onto her past, afraid that shell forget it, so she struggles with too many obsessive thoughts. Eventually, shell go in the direction of a malicious spirit. Ay, when it cos to turning into a malicious spirit, for the most part, she can only rember those obsessive thoughts, while others will all be forgotten.
I was silent and did not say anything.
When the waiter sent off, I absent-mindedly wanted to float to the ghost market and buy an Energy Boosting Pill to bring back to Zhi Yan. But I suddenly thought about it, how would I bring the Energy Boosting Pill back to Zhi Yan? After I entered her body, I could not touch the things in the ghost market. Once I purchased the Energy Boosting Pill, I would not be able to pick it up either.
I could only stay here and wait until daybreak for Zhi Yans soul to co back. I would directly go buy the Energy Boosting Pill for her to consu, and then allow her to enter her body so we could walk back together.
But beyond my expectations, when I returned to Zhi Yans body, an unexpected person was crouching in front of her.
It was Mo Qing, he had found his way here.
I stood off to the side, watched Mo Qing wrinkled his brows and reached out his hand to check Zhi Yans pulse. I did not understand why I suddenly rembered the waiters most recent words. He said, We are ghosts, therell be one day when well forget all the things we did when we were alive. When these things are all forgotten, itll be ti for reincarnation.
So one day in the future, I would also forget everything that I had experienced. I would forget Wan Lu Sect on Chen Ji Mountain and forget the na that the whole world knew by Lu Zhao Yao. I would forget this Ugly Little Monster, when he gazed at , starlight existed in his eyes
Or was it that I had already forgotten A very significant amount of things?
This thought was like tens of thousands of ants crawling through the small cracks in my spine and climbing up to my forehead that made my head completely numb.
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