Capítulo 1: Chapter 1: Did you really sleep?
I am Gelsemium, a motherless orphan who was abandoned at birth.
I'm Gelsemium, baby number 202 of Orphanage A. Usually, my favorite thing is bullying people my age and not my age; regardless of young boys and girls, I chew them all.
I'm Gelsemium, and a barren family has just adopted me. Everyone said that I had changed my life, but unexpectedly, I was unlucky, carrying a constellation of Brooms on my head, and less than a month of enjoying my new life, my adoptive parents passed away.
They had an accident.
Still me, Gelsemium. I'm officially back as an orphan after a month of enjoying what it's like to have a family. But this time, I look more miserable. The orphanage didn't accept me anymore, and they kicked me out. This life pushed me from one end of the street to another, and I joined the beggars. I was wandering for a living day by day.
I am Gelsemium.
"Bitch, you stay there for me!"
And I'm being chased.
No, this is a stalker.
Surely if you are living in my world, I can guarantee that in this city, no one has not heard of the one word: Gelsemium. Over the past year, my brothers and I in the "religion" (beggar) established a significant faction where I was the boss, Mai Donald took the position of Second boss, and Brother Pig became the third boss; all of them are my best assistants and closest friends.
Sect quickly grew up, practiced righteous speech, robbed riches to fill their stomachs, punished the hungry, bullied the hungry, recruited disciples, and spread the area. As if we were about to get a wanted poster, but today we robbed the wrong thing...
The real boss of the gangster gang.
They've been pinning us for a long time, and so...
I die!
A death must put an exclamation point at the end because of how glorious and righteous it is.
I think when I go to the Underworld, I must scare the other Pluto to pee in my pants, tell him to let my next life become a rich man, a life without doing anything but still not having enough money to eat elegantly enjoy among the piles of gold and silver and handsome men for the rest of their lives.
But unfortunately, those are just thoughts if I meet the King of Hell, and now I have been hanging around this graveyard for fifty days.
It's almost 49 days, but I haven't seen the ghosts sent to catch them like legends.
It is said that if the dead carry hatred, they will not be able to reincarnate, so they will exist on earth crying and harassing the living. Resentment will turn that soul into Le Devil, gradually losing all humanity, all day long thinking only of the reason for his death and revenge. I also? I swear I don't hold any grudges, and I also feel that I'm not like the Devil; while those who don't touch the ground like me every day go looking for enemies for their lives, I'm sitting next to my unmarked grave grazing, occasionally pulling his head out to play football or poking his eyes out to admire, sticking his long tongue around the neck of a passing ghost pulling it back to play.
And one day, when I was pulling my gecko's tongue out into the air to "pick up" ghosts, I pulled back something quite interesting.
Oh, the ancient ghost girl also wandered here.
Probably when he died unjustly, he patiently stayed in the world for thousands of years like that.
I scratched my chin and nodded in admiration, looking at a female ghost trembling on the tip of my tongue; on her body was a sky-blue dress, a plaid shirt, and a jade pendant on her waist, proving that when living very rich, on the head are very eye-catching brooches, pure gold, and monolithic jade material, at first glance, you know the value is not trivial, even the design is also ten thousand times more sophisticated than the ones in the shop street jewelry.
There was a wailing cry, the person at my feet, clutching her knees, taking her face, and began to cry.
It's been so long since you've been dead, but you're even more cowardly than a newbie like me? Well, it turned out that because she was too useless to be shy of her enemies, she couldn't do anything about everyone, so her resentment refused to dissipate, so she stayed in the Human World as a wild spirit.
"HEY!" I squatted down, reached out, and shook her shoulder: "Can you steal anything? Today in the City, they offer a lot."
Well, it's the ghost month.
The person in front of her was still sobbing and crying, I sympathized and pulled out a few packages of explosives, snacks, porridge, and sweets that had just been conquered by the passers-by and held out in front of her.
"Eat this, you're going to die of starvation if you look so thin, aren't you?"
At that time, as I see it, with a ghost, such an attitude is already very kind, not only kind but also generously caring and considerate to share with fellow believers, words are empathetic. The good heart took care of the torn leaves, but the ancient ghost girl not only didn't appreciate it, but also "oh" a voice, burst into tears and hurt me, being misunderstood by the old ghosts that were bullying the daughter of a good family. .
Huh, I took a deep breath in my chest, used my strength to steal for two years and ran away shouting: "Stop crying!!!"
All ghosts within a ten-mile radius around were threatened with running away.
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Think about it, when you are genuinely interested in someone, but you are ruthlessly brushed off by people, and you also confuse passers-by, how will you feel? Oh hurt, hurt so bad.
The ghost girl in front was scared to shut up, her lips were bitten together, she didn't dare to cough, her watery eyes were raised, and she looked at me with fear.
"Why are you crying?" Respectfully he must be younger than me, and useless cowardly easily bullied by others, I ignored, sat down, asked.
Ancient ghost girl was very difficult to pry her mouth open:
"I... me... everyone says I'm beautiful, I'm a crane, I'm not thin..."
I laughed so hard that the candy in my mouth flew out, coincidentally fell on the hem of the other ghost girl's skirt, looking at my saliva-stained strawberry candy lying on the skirt, her eyebrows slightly scowled, half The dirty squeaking sound that escaped from his throat was forced back reluctantly, biting his lip.
"Hey, even if you're dead, you're still sick." I scornfully picked up the candy and popped it into my mouth.
"I'm not dead yet!" Ancient ghost girl argued discontentedly.
"You're not dead yet?" I opened my mouth wide from ear to ear and laughed.
"Not dead, but still existing in the form of a soul? Still struggling here?"
The other woman blushed, almost blew out smoke like a boiling teapot on the stove, she pursed her lips, crossed her arms and turned to the side, not looking at me anymore.
After laughing until my stomach hurt for a while, I felt that the other party's gesture was not made up at all, but perhaps... she was stubborn, not accepting the fact that she was dead.
What a stubborn ghost, maybe now people in my era have to call her "great-grandmother" and still can't accept the fact that they are dead.
I patted her shoulder, comforting her:
"If you're dead, you're dead, you can't come back to life. So just accept it, hiazz hiazzz..."
She squirmed, glaring at me maliciously.
"Hey, why are you so mean, what's the point of being so stubborn?" I was angry at my sincerity being trampled, kicking the other ghost girl with her foot, she turned around, pointed at my face and yelled, making me freeze.
"I told you I'm not dead! You're a stubborn, childish and conservative ghost!"
I: "..."
They say don't judge a person without taking the time to get to know him or her.
"So... can you tell me why you're here?"
Recording her ferocious appearance, the ancient ghost girl seemed to be afraid of my retaliation, so as soon as she finished screaming, she lowered her tail to her knees, whispering:
"I don't know anymore."
"!!!"
"And you, why did you die?" She timidly turned back. I pretended to rest my head on my weed-covered grave, put my feet up in the shape of a Dai, and said:
"If you die in action, you will die without wasting your youth in this life."
"Really!? What I like best is the life of a free-spirited wanderlust, doing whatever you like, helping people. Was that what your previous life was like?" Ghost girl turned around, her eyes were brighter than the Milky Way above, her eyes were as clear as glass sparkling in the sun, how many rays of admiration and admiration were revealed.
I suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Yeah... yeah... that's just... that's it."
The ancient ghost girl crouched down beside me, expectantly saying:
"So tell me a little bit about your life before, how did you act as a gypsy? How were people worshiped? Go away."
"Well... they worshiped me so much that... they stuck pictures everywhere to track down the whereabouts, they immediately shouted and chased after me, wanting to take me home. Life always has to be anonymous, working in the dark. I don't like that noisy life surrounded by people. That kind of thing."
The ancient ghost girl let out a voice full of admiration and admiration, she excitedly shook my shoulder: "So what are the things you usually do, can you tell me?"
"Um, a lot, if you tell me now, you won't hear it until tomorrow morning. Well, you better go to sleep now."
"Huh?" The ghost girl cried out, confusedly looking at me: "Why should I go to sleep? I want to hear it? How long, as long as you're willing to tell, I'll listen."
"Heroes who do good deeds don't like to brag or tell stories. Great men say that when they help someone something, they quickly forget it, and whoever helps them, even if it's small, must always remember it."
"OH." Ancient ghost girl sighed and nodded, then laid down on the grass: "Then I'll go to sleep."
"Didn't you say you don't want to sleep?"
"It's not something you can do if you want to?"
"..."
"HEY."
"This."
"Are you asleep?"
"Did you really sleep?"
"Tie to be quick to cry?"
Silence for a moment, waiting until the ghost girl on the other side was motionless, sleeping in a steady rhythm, then I sneaked a glance.
Are you really sleeping? Humans or pigs so fast? Just to be sure, I gently kicked the ancient ghost girl's thigh, called out a few times but she still fell asleep. Seeing that, I was relieved to laugh and crawled to her side, my hand on my waist began to feel.
"Hehe, little ghost girl, respecting my love for a while now, I wasted my time making up stories to tell you, would you give me this piece of jade, it wouldn't be a loss, right?"
I slowly removed the piece of jade from her waist, even though it was too tight, it was very difficult to untie the knot, and finally, impatiently, I brought my mouth to bite.
A bit depreciated, but that's okay, still usable.
With many years of experience looking at many rare treasures and my "professional" eyes, this piece of jade is at least a top-class product, even breaking a piece of string does not make its amount lighter how many pounds.
Thinking like that, I excitedly threw the piece of jade in my hand and flew to the pawn shop of the Bull-Head and Horse-Face.
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