Chapter 74

as my ex-boyfriend."「......」Here's a discussion of why someone's current husband is not as good as their ex-boyfriend, with over 99 comments.Although she was never mentioned by name, it's obvious th...After breakfast, it was almost eleven o'clock. Su He asked Aibao the 19th time:

"Sister, are we going to bring the narrow ghost back"

It wasn't that he pitied the narrow-minded ghost, it was just that he was too curious. What had happened to him

Su Bao nodded. "Okay."

Su Hewen was about to dash out, but when he saw Su Bao raise his hand...

A narrow-minded ghost flew back from the sky.

Su He asked Su Ziqi, "!"

Knowing my sister was skilled, seeing her in action still felt incredibly awe-inspiring.

Su He didn't even raise her head, saying calmly, "This gap, you still have the face to go out."

Hanhann is pulling out Big Brother's real eye drops and putting them in his eyes, while saying "Embarrassed to go out!"

Su He asked Su Zi Xi: "..."

When the narrow-minded ghost returned, it was in a state of furious rage.

He was very aggressive, let out a creepy laugh, and his eyes glinted with a sinister look: “You guys just want to interrogate me, right Well, I'm not saying anything, hehehe!”

Aili held her chin and pondered.

"I am a failure, I hardly ever notice if the sun is shining or not, because I don't have time. "

"My parents can't provide me with support, and my education level is not high. I am alone in the city searching for the future."

I applied for many jobs, but I wasn't hired. Maybe no one likes someone who isn't good at talking, doesn't like to socialize, and hasn't shown enough ability.

“I went for three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Luckily, I had paid my rent a month in advance, so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the unusually cold winter winds outside.”

"Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at the hospital, watching over the morgue."

The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined. The corridor lamps were not lit, and it was dim everywhere. I could only see my feet by the faint light seeping out from the rooms.

"The smell there was awful, and from time to time corpses were brought in stuffed in body bags. We would help carry them into the morgue."

“This isn’t a great job, but at least it allows me to buy bread. I can use my free time at night to study, after all, not many people are willing to come to the morgue unless there’s a body to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don’t have enough money to buy books yet, and I don’t see any hope of saving up anytime soon.”

"I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly quit, I probably wouldn't even have gotten this job."

“I dream of being able to switch shifts and work during the day. Right now, I sleep when the sun comes up and wake up when it goes down, which has made my body a little weak, and my head sometimes aches.”

One day, the movers brought in a new corpse.

"Apparently, this is my former colleague who quit suddenly."

I was curious about him. After everyone left, I opened the drawer and quietly peeked inside the body bag.

He was an old man, his face pale and blue with wrinkles all over it. He looked very frightening in the very dim light.

He had little hair, most of it was white. His clothes were all stripped off, leaving him with nothing.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black. I couldn't describe its exact shape because the lighting was too dim at the time."

I reached out and touched the mark. It wasn't anything special.

Looking at this former colleague of mine, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I'm old, will I be just like him…

I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow, personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so as not to bother those responsible for these matters who would casually throw them into a river or some wasteland.

This will cost me a morning's sleep, but luckily, it's Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

After I finished speaking, I got the body bag ready and stuffed it back into the closet.

The lights in the room seemed dimmer now…

After that day, every time I slept, I always dreamed of a thick fog.

"I have a feeling that something is going to happen soon, a feeling that sooner or later something I can't even call human will come looking for me. But no one believes me. They think that in this kind of environment, doing this kind of work, my mind isn't quite right and that I need to see a doctor..."

A male customer sitting at the bar looked towards the storyteller who had suddenly stopped.

And then

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was pressed flat, and he had a simple dark round bowler hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. Black hair, pale blue eyes, neither handsome nor ugly, lacking any striking features.

In his eyes, the storyteller was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, tall and slender. He also had black short hair and light blue eyes, but his facial features were deep and striking, capable of catching your eye at first glance.

The young man stared at the empty glass in front of him and sighed.

Then

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"Then I quit my job and moved back home, here to chat with you."

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, one that carried a hint of slyness.

The male guest was taken aback.

"Were you just bragging"

"Haha," erupted a wave of laughter around the bar.

After a moment of silence, a thin middle-aged man looked at the somewhat embarrassed guest and said:

"A stranger, you actually believe Lumian's stories He tells a different one every day! Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancee broke off the engagement. Today he's become a mortician!"

“Yes, talking about thirty years on the east bank of the Serenz River and thirty years on the west bank is just rambling nonsense!” another regular at the tavern chimed in.

They are all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing short shirts that are either black, gray, or brown.

The young man with black hair, called Lu Mian, propped himself up on the bar with both hands and slowly stood up, a smile playing on his lips:

As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It was written by my sister. She loves writing stories and is even a columnist for something called "Novel Weekly."

Having finished, he turned his body sideways, extended his hand to the guest from afar, and burst into a brilliant smile:

"It seems like she writes really well. StarWen Reading App

"I'm sorry I misunderstood."

The ordinary-looking man in a brown tweed jacket didn't get angry. He stood up, smiling and replying:

A very interesting story.

How do you address me

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking someone else questions" Lumian smiled.

The visitor from out of town nodded.

My name is Ryan Coste.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Lyra."

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He was a man in his late twenties or early thirties, with blonde hair streaked with pink. His eyes weren't particularly large, but they were a shade of blue deeper than lake water. He wore a white waistcoat, a navy blue tweed jacket and black trousers; it was clear he'd taken care to dress up before going out.

He looked quite cold and didn't pay much attention to the farmers and herdsmen around him.

The woman looked younger than the two men. She had long, light gray hair styled in a complex bun topped with a white veil.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, gazed at Lumain with an undisguised smile. She seemed to find what just happened rather amusing.

In the warm glow of the pub's gaslight, a woman named Leah displayed her pert nose and beautifully curved lips. In a rural village like Cordura, she was definitely a beauty.

She wore a white, wrinkle-free cashmere sheath dress, paired with a cream-colored short jacket and a pair of Moccasin boots. Both her veil and boots had two silver bells attached, which jingled as she walked into the tavern just now, attracting much attention, making many men stare at her openly.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire found in the provincial capital, better than big cities like Gol and Tril.

Lumián nodded to the three foreigners.

"My name is Luman Li, you can call me Luman."

"Li" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong Is there something about my last name" Luminian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos. told Lia that:

"Your surname is frightening, I almost lost control of my voice just now."

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of the surrounding farmers and herdsmen, he went on to explain further:

Anyone who has come into contact with sailors and seafarers knows that there is a saying circulating above the five seas:

"I would rather face pirate generals or even kings than run into someone called Frank Lee."

"That person's last name is also Li."

"Is he scary" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head.

"I don't know, but since there are such legends, it must be good."

He dropped the subject and turned to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it deserves a drink. What would you like"

"A cup of 'Green Fairy,'” Lumian said without hesitation, settling back into his chair.

Ryan Cosgrave frowned:

"The Green Fairy... Absinthe"

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body, this drink could lead to mental confusion and hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the trend from Terrill to have reached here." Leah added with a smile.

Luman said, "Oh."

"It turns out that people in Tr also like to drink 'Green Fairy'…"

"Life is hard enough as it is, we don't need to worry about a little more pain. This drink can give our spirits greater relaxation."

"Alright." Ryan sat back down and looked at the bartender, "One 'Green Fairy' and another 'Hot Mouth,' please."

"Spicy Heart Mouth" is a famous fruit soju.

“Why don’t you get me a ‘Green Fairy’ too I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you everything about this kid!” The first man to expose Rumiant’s daily storytelling, a thin middle-aged man, shouted indignantly, “Outsider, I can see that you still doubt the truth of that story!”

"Pierre, you'll do anything for a free drink!" Lumian responded loudly.

Before Lane could make a decision, Lumin added:

"Why can't I be the one to tell it That way, I could have another cup of 'Green Fairy'"

"Because of what you said, they don't know whether to believe it," said Pierre, a middle-aged man with a smug smile. "Your sister always tells children the story 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf,' which teaches that those who lie all the time inevitably lose their credibility."

"Alright." Lumiyan shrugged, watching as the bartender slid a pale green drink towards him.

Ryan looked at him, inquiringly.

"Can I"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is deep enough to cover the cost of these drinks," Lu'mian said nonchalantly.

"Then another 'Green Fairy' for me," Ryan nodded.

Pierre was all smiles at that moment.

"The generous foreigner, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village, you must stay away from him.

"

Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aural, and he has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old. How could he possibly go to the hospital as a mortician Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Darley down in the mountains, and it takes an entire afternoon to get there.

"Bring it back to the village" Lyra asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, producing a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded.

Then, he followed Auror Li and even his name, "Lumians," was given to him by Auror.

"I can't even remember what it was called originally," Luman said with a grin, taking a sip of his bitter liqueur.

It seems he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed at all about his past being exposed like this.squeezed out of the crowd.She was a bit helpless, could only push the cart little by little forward. Who knew someone bumped into the shelf, and an entire box of milk fell down towards her.She wanted...