oir.But thinking about how Master Mu would force himself to marry his granddaughter, it's not surprising that he arranged for him to live in Mu Wancheng's room.Mu Wanting hadn't returned yet, and Chen...Jia Qin was startled.

Those eyes were extremely vicious and sinister. Even though Jiā Qìnwǎn was now a ghost, she was still terrified.

"Who is it!"

She hurried to take a look, and she discovered a man lying quietly by the crack in the emergency exit door. He didn't make a sound, his eyes fixed intently on the ward.

Ji Qinwan is now a ghost, the other party naturally can't hear her voice, nor can they see her.

Jia Qinwan only felt that this man looked familiar. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly remembered that he was a chef at her kindergarten when she was a child...

Because he's not a teacher, he doesn't often show up in person, which is why Jia Qinwan didn't recognize him at first sight.

But after recognizing him, she quickly remembered. This man had confessed his love to her once before, and she had rejected him.

Later she heard that the chef had quit, and she didn't think much of it.

"How could he be here..." Ji Qinwan was stunned.

Ai Bao came to her senses and asked, "Do you remember him"

Jia Qin nodded: "He told me about..."

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

"My parents are unable to provide support, and my education level is low. I'm alone in the city, searching for a future."

I applied for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one likes someone who is not good at talking, does not like to communicate, and has not shown enough ability.

"I went three whole days eating only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the brutally cold winter wind outside."

Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at the hospital, guarding the morgue.

The hospital at night was colder than I imagined. The corridor wall lamps were not turned on, and it was very dim everywhere. I could only rely on the little light seeping out from the rooms to see my feet.

The smell there was awful, and from time to time, the dead were brought in, stuffed into body bags, and we helped move them into the morgue.

“This isn't a great job, but at least it allows me to afford bread. I can also 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 throbs with pain.

One day, the movers brought in a new corpse.

"According to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly quit."

I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the drawer and quietly opened the body bag.

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

He didn't have much hair, most of it was white. His clothes were all gone, not even a piece of cloth left on him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black in color. I couldn't describe its exact shape, as 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, and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery. That way, those in charge wouldn't have the trouble of finding a river or wasteland to just dump them."

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

After saying that, I prepped the body bag and put it back in the closet.

The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed...

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

"I have a premonition that something will happen soon. I feel that sooner or later, something that may not even be human will come looking for me. But no one believes me. They think that in such an environment and doing such work, my mind has become unstable and that I need to see a doctor..."

A male customer seated at the bar looked toward the speaker who had suddenly stopped.

And then

This male guest is in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair is slicked back, and he has a simple dark round bowler hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. He had black hair and light blue eyes. He wasn't unattractive, nor was he particularly handsome; he simply lacked any striking features.

And the storyteller in his eyes was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, tall and slender with limbs, also black short hair, light blue eyes, but deep facial features, could make people shine.

The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed, saying:

Then

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Then I quit my job and moved back to the countryside, here to chat with you.

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, tinged with a hint of malice.

That male customer was taken aback.

"Were you just bragging"

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

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

"A stranger like you would actually believe Lumian's stories He changes his tale every day! Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off their engagement, and today he's become a mortician!"

"Yeah, what's with all this nonsense about thirty years on the east bank of the Serenzo and thirty years on the west It's just gibberish!" 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 Lumiar, propped himself up on the counter with both hands and slowly stood up, saying with a smile:

As you know, this isn't a story I made up, my sister wrote it. She loves writing stories, she's even a columnist for something called "Novel Weekly" .

After finishing his words, he leaned sideways and gestured to the visitor with a radiant smile:

It seems like she writes really well.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

The ordinary-looking man in the brown tweed jacket did not get angry. He stood up, following suit with a smile and responded:

It's an interesting story.

What's your name

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

The visitor from out of town nodded.

My name is Ryan Cosse.

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

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He was in his late twenties, with yellow hair sprinkled with a touch of powder. His eyes, not particularly large, were a shade deeper than lake blue. He wore a white waistcoat, a navy blue tweed jacket, and black trousers; it was clear he had taken care to dress meticulously before leaving home.

He wore a rather cold expression and did not look much at the surrounding farmers and herders.

The woman appeared younger than the two men. She had long, light gray hair styled in a complex updo, topped with a white veil serving as a hat.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, gazed at Lumain with a smile that was impossible to hide. She seemed to find what had just happened rather amusing.

In the warm glow of a pub's gaslight, this woman named Lyra revealed a pert nose and lips that curved beautifully. In rural villages like Colordu, she would certainly be considered a beauty.

She was wearing a white, wrinkle-free cashmere bodycon skirt, paired with a light beige short jacket and a pair of Maserati long boots. Both the veil and the boots had two small silver bells attached to them, jingling as she walked into the pub just now. The sound was very eye-catching, making many men stare at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire of provincial governments, something more common in cities like Gl and Trier than the capital.

Lumián nodded to the three strangers.

"My name is Lu Mian Li, you can call me Lu Mian."

"Li" Leah blurted out.

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

Ryan Costigan explained:

"Your last name is intimidating. I almost lost control of my voice just now."

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

>Those who have come into contact with sailors and merchants all know that there is a saying circulating among the Five Seas:

>It's better to face pirate generals or even kings than to encounter someone named Frank Lee.

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

"Is he scary" Lumi asked.

Ryan shook his head.

"I'm not sure, but since there's a legend like that, it must be something good."

He abruptly ended the conversation, addressing Lumián:

"Thanks for your story, it deserves a drink. What will you have"

"One 'Green Fairy,' please." Lumián wasn't about to be polite, and settled back down.

Ryan Cos moved his eyebrows in confusion:

"Green Fairy... Absinthe"

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body. This drink can possibly lead to mental disturbances and hallucinations."

"I didn't think the Terrin trend had reached this far," Lira added with a smile beside her.

Lumiang said, "Oh."

"Turns out that people in Térilly also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"

"For us, life is hard enough already, there's no need to worry about a little more pain. This kind of alcohol can give our spirits even greater relaxation."

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

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit soju.

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

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

Before Lane could make a decision, Lumian added:

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

“Because they don’t know whether to believe what you said,” the middle-aged man named Pierre said with a smug smile. “Your sister loves telling children stories like ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf.’ People who always lie will eventually lose their credibility.”

"Alright," Lumin said, shrugging and 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," Lyuman said nonchalantly.

"Then, another 'Green Fairy' please." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was beaming.

"Beware the generous outsider, this boy 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 Aurore, and he hasn't left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen. How could he possibly have gone to the hospital to be a mourner Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Daleray, down in the mountains, and it takes a whole afternoon to get there.

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded.

Then, he followed Olor's surname, 'Li', and even his name, 'Lumian,' was given to him by Olor.

"I've forgotten what it was originally called," Lumián said with a chuckle, taking a swig of bitter liqueur.

It seems he is not at all ashamed or embarrassed about his past being exposed like this.ings. Seeing Chen Ping'an take out a black and ugly ring to tell her he wanted to withdraw 100 million, she was so angry her face turned green."Chen, you're playing with me, aren't you Get out of here...