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It is said to be singing, but in fact it is simply humming.

There was a bit of coldness in the ethereal voice, which quietly took away the restlessness in Tanzhou's heart.

He has been in poor health since he was a child, and his horoscope is Yin. He often sees unusual dirty things at night, so that he has never had a peaceful night's sleep since he can remember.

When he threw this drift bottle, he had just finished appendix surgery and was tossing and turning in the hospital bed, unable to sleep.

The late-night inpatient department may seem eerily quiet in the eyes of ordinary people, but for Tanzhou, it is the complete opposite.

Green-faced and long-toothed ghost messengers passed by in a group, followed by noisy souls, making the noise a headache.

Distraught, he took out his mobile phone, saw the newly-launched drifting bottle function in the communication software, and sent out a message in a strange way.

However, at that time, he did not expect to get a reply.

After all, it was too late, and the drift bottle was a new feature, not many people used it.

It's just that I didn't expect that it would take almost five years to wait.

Listening to the voice again, Tanzhou yawned rarely, put down the talisman paper in his hand, and walked to the bed in a few steps.

Looks like I can have a good dream tonight.

The underworld on the other side.

Yang Jin stared at Jiujiu absent-mindedly, and didn't speak for a long time.

Jiujiu frowned uncontrollably, and asked him in a low voice, "Isn't it nice?"

"No...not!" Yang Jin snapped back to her senses, scratching her head in embarrassment for a moment, "Your voice is very nice, and it's not the same as our human voice."

"Ang~" Jiujiu held his hands behind his back and shook his hands twice, as if thinking of something, a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, "Since it sounds good, why doesn't he continue talking to me?"

"Maybe..." Yang Jin pursed her lips and found a reason to comfort her, "He must have fallen asleep."

Jiujiu remembered that he fell asleep quickly after listening to his mother singing when he was a child, so he naturally believed Yang Jin's words at this moment, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the ghost guard at the door.

"Yang Jin, someone from the world came here to burn something for you again."

After the words fell, two large boxes appeared in the haunted house out of thin air.

Looking at the door again, the ghost messenger has long since disappeared.

Yang Jin hurried over to unpack the box.

There is only an old father left in his family, and he will burn things for him every year and festival.

Not surprisingly, the suitcase is full of clothes and shoes, as well as many trendy electronic products.

Yang Jin silently picked up a pair of sneakers on her face, seeing the faint logo on them, she couldn't help feeling a little headache.

Before, his father just burned some paper stuff, but this time he must have burned the real shoes, next time he has to talk about his old man, he can't waste it like this.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin suddenly realized that Jiujiu's relatives are all mermaids, so there must be no one to cook for him.

"Jiujiu, do you mermaids celebrate Halloween?"

Yang Jin flipped through the things in the box, thinking that if no one burned things for Jiujiu, she would give him some clothes.

After talking for a long time, Yang Jin didn't get a reply from Jiujiu for a long time.

Uh……

Maybe the fish didn't understand it again.

Yang Jin was stunned, and simply changed the wording and asked: "Jiujiu, do you mermaids have a tradition of burning things for old friends?"

"Huh?" Jiujiu's voice was in a trance.

"It's just..." Yang Jin turned her head while carrying her new clothes, but when she raised her eyes, she saw that the haunted house was full of transparent bubbles.

Looking down, Jiujiu was sitting on the edge of the bed with bubbles constantly bubbling from the top of his head.

"Hmm..." Jiujiu held the phone in both hands, saw something, and there was still a strange blush on his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Yang Jin stepped forward a few steps, reached out to test the temperature of Jiujiu's forehead.

"He looks good." Jiujiu murmured to himself, then handed the phone to Yang Jin, "I seem to have met my ideal fish."

Yang Jin was speechless, and looked down at the phone. It turned out that the default avatar on the interface of the drifting bottle was a random sea creature.And this netizen who said he couldn't sleep had a profile picture of a whale half-surfacing, which looked a bit like Jiujiu's fish tail.

"You like... this type?" Yang Jin asked hesitantly, not knowing whether to tell him the truth.

"Ang!" Jiujiu nodded vigorously, and raised the fish's tail again, "It's very similar to me, pretty."

After all, it turned out to be a boast of myself.

Before Yang Jin could speak, Jiujiu said coyly, "Well... can you get me up there?"

"You want to use your own photo as your profile picture?" Yang Jin raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.

"Yeah..." Jiujiu poked his chubby face, not forgetting to ask, "Make me look better~"

Yang Jin shrugged, and reluctantly agreed: "Yes, please."

***

A good night's dream.

It was already noon when Tanzhou woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, took the phone to check the time, and just turned it on, but received a friend request, the applicant was nothing more than the person who sent a voice message to him last night.

"I didn't realize it last night. It turns out that the yin is so heavy." His fingers crossed the other's head, and a smile appeared on the corner of Tan Zhou's mouth. "It didn't take long, it seems that it's still a little milk ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper figurine hanging on the wall suddenly trembled in the windless room. The master smiled so piercingly, there must be nothing good about it.

Sure enough, Tanzhou approved the friend application in the next moment, and at the same time sent a voice over——

"Can you sing to me often in the future?"

The author has something to say: Yang Jin: He is a little milk ghost, so what am I?

Tanzhou: old ghost.

Yang Jin: ...