what kind of ghost are you

"Ahem, I mean, don't be too sad, your family is so rich, you will have a lot of paper money in the underworld in the future." After Yang Yuelin said this, he felt that the air was a little condensed.

I'm really not suitable for comforting ghosts.

Yang Yuelin shrank back awkwardly, waiting for Mu Ziyu to speak.

"It's okay, I don't remember." Mu Ziyu's expression was not as sad as Yang Yuelin imagined, but rather relieved?

"No matter what the past was, it has nothing to do with me now."

Yang Yuelin has seen many ghosts and heard many stories:

"My son is going to take the college entrance examination tomorrow. I dare not let anyone tell him. My poor child, I will have to bear the wind and rain alone..." This is a mother who is crying so much that she can't even keep her ghost shape. ;

"My first love is married, and the groom is not me... I just drank too much, why did I become like this! I can't let it go!" No, drinking is not a problem, the key is that you still drive home by yourself, Yang Yuelin listened to the This decadent ghost cries and complains;

"I'm ninety years old. It's time for me to find my wife. He must have been waiting for me for a long time. Do you think my dress looks good? Can he still recognize me?"

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But there is no doubt that there is an exception. No matter whether they leave sadly or joyfully, no matter whether there are still concerns in the human world or not, ghosts can clearly remember their own life.

Forget about the past, that's Po Meng's job.

Mu Ziyu was the first ghost Yang Yuelin saw that lost his memory.

Mr. Ghost is so miserable. He lost his memory and found himself turned into a ghost. If this is not reality, Yang Yuelin simply suspects that this is a vulgar novel.

Thinking of this in his mind, his heart couldn't help becoming soft. "I can only see you when my body temperature rises. If there is anything you want to do, I will try my best to do it for you... Ugh!"

Mu Ziyu suddenly leaned over, put one hand around his waist, and kissed Yang Yuelin vigorously.

Yang Yuelin's eyes widened in disbelief, he pushed Mu Ziyu away like a furry cat, and wiped his lips vigorously. "Hey, hey, hey! I said what the hell is going on with you! Over and over again, you are still addicted, aren't you?"

Mu Ziyu stared at the rosier lips after being wiped by him, and his eyes sank: "I don't remember the past, but this is what I want to do now."

Yang Yuelin was so angry that he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Finally, he turned around angrily and slammed the bedroom door, "You pervert! Don't follow me in!"

Yang Yuelin rubbed his face and shook his head again, as if he could get that pervert and his kiss out of his mind.

"It's already 07:30... I'm afraid Sister Yang will destroy me if I'm late this time." Yang Yuelin stuck out her tongue, opened the closet, glanced over a row of clothes, and finally picked out a khaki windbreaker , took out another pair of glasses, put on a mask and dressed himself up tightly.

As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he was almost frightened by a ghost blocking the door: "Wow! Why are you still here?"

"I don't know." Mu Ziyu looked down at Yang Yuelin who was fully armed, "You want to go out? Can I go with you?"

"Brother, can you have the consciousness of being a ghost? There is sunshine everywhere outside, I don't know why I can still see you, but it's not important, people can't be resurrected after death, you should go to reincarnation as soon as possible!" After finishing speaking, close the door He closed the door and shut the aggrieved Mu Ziyu in his own home, cutting off his eyes glued to his body.

Yang Yuelin felt stuffy after saying this, took a deep breath, straightened his collar facing the elevator door, and then walked into the elevator.