To be honest, I am not a qualified materialist. Although my teachers often taught us to believe in science when I was in elementary school, some things are not explained by science after all, so I am still very interested in ghosts and gods, and I believe in their existence. But interest is just interest. If someone tells me that one day I will hit a ghost, I will definitely not be happy. This is obviously a curse of me...

Therefore, I was a little resistant to the person who appeared in front of me. Even if he and the robber were not in the same group, maybe he had just been sleeping in the grass and heard the movement of me smashing the pot quietly emerge. The robber pretended to ignore it with the mentality of not having more things than anything else, and let this pervert bother me... Of course, this is my wishful thinking now.

"Don't leave."

The man saw through my thoughts and hugged me tighter, as if he had found his brother who had been separated for many years.

I frowned and thought to myself how good it was to hug the two old men in broad daylight on this deserted field path. Besides, they were not familiar with him, so they broke free from his Lushan claws. It was strange that his hands were very light and soft... It should be said that the whole body was like this, and it always gave me a vague feeling. I just felt a little cool next to him. In an instant, cold sweats as big as beans kept popping up from behind me. Damn it was so weak that my horoscope is, it was not more than a month before July 15th. Could it be that he smuggled out in advance?

The man seemed to see through my thoughts again, and smiled helplessly, "I think you misunderstood. I'm not a ghost."

"Who believes it?" I immediately jumped up and spoke excitedly, "Who in the hospital admits that he is a psychopath?"

"I'm not." The man perhaps saw me reacting so much, slowly put away his smile and told me a little bit about him. He didn't even ask me if I was happy to listen, and directly brainwashed me.

I curled my lips and muttered, "This is not an artistic life. Telling me these things is useless..."

...

After his narration, I roughly heard a rough idea. His name is Qi Yun, located in a country called Hezhong Continent. He is also a royal aristocratic. To put it bluntly, he is the princeling party, ranked fourth in the family, unruly, but unfortunately he was sick at a young age. The imperial physician asserted that he would not survive in his thirties. This young man quickly accepted this setting. A while ago, his condition became increasingly serious. In order not to let others continue to work hard for him, he chose to take a boat south alone and enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way. He planned to sail safely at sunset. Unexpectedly, the boat collapsed and fell into the water with a thud. When he woke up again, he was here...

I briefly combined his narrative, and specifically, a short-lived landlady must pretend to be a literary youth when his life is about to burn out. As a result, he was drowned before he died of illness. It was over. It was a matter of failure. It was even worse. It was even worse. It was even worse. I saw that the ancient pot was not a magic lamp, but a fake and shoddy elf ball, the kind that only did not come in.

"So you are dead anyway?" I asked tentatively.

"Not all." Qi Yun touched his body, as if he couldn't adapt for a while. "I felt that my physical condition was more flexible and comfortable than before, but why was it a little light and fluttering..."

"So it's still soul piercing." I patted my head, which slightly explained why the robber couldn't see him... But according to the plot of the standard novel, you have to give your soul piercing body. Now Qi Yun has only one soul left, so don't you feel more comfortable?

After hearing what I said, Qi Yun lowered his head and thought for a while, then laughed jokingly, "If you pass through the soul, just soul, it's better than death."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this kind of mental quality is comparable to what I have." I am not boasting. As a normal person, if you can fight a ghost for so long, you might have to pee in your pants if you are someone else.

Having said that, I still couldn't accept it, or didn't believe it. Thinking of his strange behavior on my forehead just now, I asked carefully, "By the way, why did you poke my forehead just now?" Could it be that I had to absorb some yang energy to nourish my body or something?

Speaking of this, Qi Yun's expression showed a hint of compassion, "I can remember and search."

"How many meanings?"

Qi Yun patiently explained, "It is to copy some of your memories into my head."

I looked surprised, "Copy...Do you peek at my privacy?"

Qi Yun looked calm and did not look guilty at all. He spoke arrogantly, "I have to learn and learn for the first time. If I hadn't copied your memory, how could I know that I had come to another world?"

I looked dark, clasped my fists with my hands, and said in a deep voice, "Goodbye." After that, I accelerated without looking back.

Just as I ran hundreds of meters and thought I was complacent about throwing away Qi Yun, he appeared in front of me again in an instant.

I looked at Qi Yun in front of me in a daze, looked back at the road behind me, then looked at him again, and said tremblingly, "How did you... come here?"

"I floated over. I found that ghosts also have the benefits of ghosts. You can fly hundreds of meters with just floating around."

"Brother, please let me go." I was so sad that the fool could tell that he was going to bite me and not let go. If I wanted to say that a more charming female ghost would come, I would admit it. If I took her home, I might even have some shameless things. I have read many erotic novels about female ghosts. The key is that this guy is a man. My sexual orientation has always been normal. If I really take him home, it would be shameless...

Qi Yun smiled, "I won't make things difficult for you, but I won't leave you until you satisfy my three wishes."

I glanced at Qi Yun. He really regarded himself as Aladdin and threatened me to support him in disguise. Due to the current situation, I could only groan in ambiguous way, thinking about how to throw him away.

When I walked to the station and took the bus back to the city. Before getting on the bus, I asked the master specifically how many of us were. The old driver looked at me with an idiot's eyes and said, "You are the only one," which made me relieved when I was desperate. There were only two yuan of change left in my wallet. Fortunately, Qi Yun is a ghost and others can't see it. I won't take the bus to pay more money in the future... No, why can I see it?

After a long journey of dozens of minutes, I got off the bus in the city, walked around several alleys, and returned to the company I worked hard to run - the entrance of a lottery station.

Since I returned to the company, I have to introduce myself. My name is Chen Meng. Don’t look at my name Meng, I... ahem, that one is older than yours. This year, 24, my parents opened a toy factory in this city. I originally wanted me to take over. It was still very hot in development more than ten years ago, but in recent years, I have been suppressed by electronic products and the business is becoming more and more difficult to do. Therefore, I am also looking for a new breakthrough and have no time to take care of me for the time being. It is because of this that I can live at the lottery station. This is my ideal since childhood.

Qi Yun looked around and looked curious at the things in the lottery store. He pointed to the lottery data version pasted on the wall and asked, "What are these strings of numbers? I understand. You are teaching, this is your private school."

I hummed and said, "Wrong, I just sold tickets. Those numbers are dragon balls that can help people realize their wishes!"
Chapter completed!