The Taste of Ghosts in the World

Letting go of the little sparrow, Qi Mu turned around and walked home. As soon as he reached the door, he heard the familiar sound of flapping wings, and the thrush flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"I heard you were looking for me?"

He was very surprised, "Can that sparrow really understand what I say?"

Thrush's sharp beak pecked at him, "Don't underestimate the intelligence of animals!"

"Yes yes yes." He opened the door and walked in, Thrush immediately jumped off his shoulders and turned into a handsome man with delicate eyebrows and eyes.

The handsome man looked around at Qi Mu's house, "Little devil, you live in a nice place."

"Fortunately."

"Why do I feel as if I have been here?"

"When?"

"Hmm..." He tilted his head and thought for a while, "100 years ago?"

"...the house didn't exist then."

"Okay." The crow didn't take this question seriously, and instead asked, "Why did you find me?"

"Because of this." Qi Mu put the porcelain vase containing Feng's hundred-year-old soul on the table.

The crow took a look, "Soul Gathering Bottle? Why do you have such a thing?"

Qi Mu was surprised again, "You know?!"

"I saw it once a long time ago. Isn't this thing used to collect ghosts?"

"Yes……"

"Is there wine in it?"

"……No……"

The crow lost interest immediately, "Then what are you doing with it?"

Since he even knows about the Soul Gathering Bottle, maybe he also knows how to restore the soul.

Qi Mu explained hopefully, "Feng Baisui is inside."

"Feng Baisui? Who is it?" Crow thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "It's that black-faced kid who is always with you, right?"

Qi Mu nodded.

"Why is he in there? Was he confiscated?"

"No..." Qi Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "His soul was broken up by the celestial master, so he was taken here for temporary storage."

"The soul is broken up? That means the soul is scattered?" Crow smacked his lips, "This kid is really unlucky, so he will be gone."

"It's gone?" Qi Mu's heart sank again, "You mean... there's no help?"

Crow stretched out a finger and pointed upwards, "If there are people above you, there may be salvation."

"Above?" Qi Mu looked up at the ceiling, "I'm upstairs?"

"It's the sky!" Ya leisurely collapsed on the sofa, "Those old immortals in the sky must have a solution."

"..." Qi Mu lowered his hands and sat silently.

Seeing him like that, Crow raised his eyebrows in displeasure, "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Qi Mu said angrily, "What's the difference between you saying that only gods can save you and not being saved?"

"Of course there is a difference." Crow shook his head, "There are fewer and fewer people who believe that they are old and immortal, how pitiful..."

"Even if there are gods, how can I find them?"

The crow pouted, "That's right, I forgot that you are a human brat."

"What about you? Don't you claim to be a fairy?"

"What's a title? I was originally a demon fairy!" Crow dissatisfied said: "Even if I'm a half-celestial being, I'm still a demon. If I'm not on the same side as them, those stingy ghosts won't give me face!"

"..." Qi Mu remained silent.

The crow is not used to comforting people, so he said lamely: "Why are you so depressed, isn't he just a little devil? If you want, I will go to the underworld to catch ten or eight of them and give them to you. Do you want a man or a woman? Just the same half?"

Qi Mu raised his head, "Can you go to the underworld?"

"Why not, you can't go to the sky, but you can still go to the ground." Crow raised his chin proudly, "I took a human to the underworld before, but it was too late, the soul he wanted has already been reincarnated."

After he finished speaking, he added: "Don't even think about going to the underworld to find that little ghost, he's just lost his soul, he can't be reincarnated at all, you won't be able to find him even after you die several times."

Qi Mu lowered his eyes, and the crow hit his most desperate point. In the past, no matter who died, there were ghosts to communicate with, and no matter how bad they were, they could still go to reincarnation. At least people would not be lost, so there was no real feeling of loss, but With Feng Baisui like this, there is really nothing left. Among the five elements, no matter how many reincarnations, it is impossible to find him again.

The crow lost his patience and said angrily, "What's so good about that kid?"

Qi Mu asked him instead: "Why are you willing to take that human being to the underworld? This should be considered an illegal invasion, right? No matter how powerful you are, taking a person is a burden, and it's not for your own business. What's so good about him? ?”

"It's nothing good..." Crow touched his nose with his hand, "Because he saved me, that person is different from other humans, I like him very much."

"So there's nothing good about Feng Baisui, but he's just different from other ghosts." Qi Mu said flatly, "I like him very much."

"..."

Before the crow left, he said to Qi Mu: "If you need me in the future, just tell those juniors, they know where I am."

Qi Mu nodded, opened the window and let it fly out.

Seeing the figure of the thrush getting smaller and smaller, the phone in his pocket rang. Qi Mu took it out and saw a name that he hadn't seen for a long time flashed on the screen.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?"

"How have you been recently? Have you run into any trouble?"

Qi Mu's eyes drifted to the small porcelain bottle unconsciously, and he didn't know whether to answer or not.

"Dad, what would you do if someone you valued suddenly left?"

There was silence for a while, and asked: "Do you value it as much as you do to your mother?"

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that..."

"It's okay." There was a pause, and then said: "Qi Mu, if you value that person enough, you have to try your best to get him back, and you can't give up until you really have no other way."

"Hmm..." Qi Mu said softly, "I thought so too..."

"Your voice doesn't sound very good, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired, you should be busy." After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The next day, Qi Mu went to look for old man Zhang again, and the old man simply took him to the back room, pointed to the cabinet full of classics, and asked him to look through it himself to see if there was any mention of this aspect.

When the old man came in with lunch at noon, he was sitting on the floor with books piled up next to him.

"It's useless for you to do this. I have read these books. If there are records, how could I not know?"

"What if you missed it, or forgot? You have to check it all over to find out." Qi Mu said without raising his head.

Old man Zhang sighed, put the bowl on the table, and reminded him: "Don't forget to eat."

Qi Mu replied vaguely.

He didn't come out of the back room until it was dark. There are so many classics, and he has only read half of them.In the end, the old man drove him out personally and asked him to go home first, and continue tomorrow.

Qi Mu walked back staggeringly against the moon, rubbed against the edge of the sofa, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly fell headfirst.

The two ghosts in the house were so frightened that it was useless to push him. He seemed to have passed out.The uncle who killed the dead ghost was in a hurry, and the female ghost who had a severed head saw his face flushed, and when he poked his forehead, it was so hot.

"I have a fever..."

"Oh! It must have been raining that night, and I've been so tired these two days. How can I hold on at such a young age...Do you have any medicine at home?"

"Even if there is, we can't touch it."

"This is how to do?"

The father and daughter were in a hurry when they heard footsteps outside the door, and then the sound of keys unlocking the lock. Before they could react, the door of the house was pushed open.

Qi Mu fell into a deep sleep, his head was hot, and in a trance, he felt that someone picked him up and put him on the bed.

For a moment he thought it was Feng Baisui, he called out his name in a daze, and was patted lightly on the back, he turned over and fell asleep again.

When Qi Mu woke up again, his throat was dry as hell, his back was wet and sticky, and he was sweating all over.

Look at the clock by the bed, it's almost noon!

Thinking of going to old man Zhang to look up books today, he turned over and jumped into his pants, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Did you fall asleep on the sofa yesterday?Why are you in bed?Also, who helped him undress?

A smell of food wafted in, it was Qi Mu's familiar smell, but it was several years ago.

Walking out of the room, I saw a figure in the kitchen, wearing a floral apron that was put into the bottom of the cabinet, and was cooking with a pot.

Seeing him, the father and daughter ghosts hurried over, "How are you?"

"What's all right?"

"You had a fever of 39 degrees yesterday!" The decapitated female ghost held her head in one hand and patted her chest with the other. "I was scared to death! Fortunately, there is that person here."

"Speaking of which, who is that man?" the female ghost asked him curiously.

Qi Mu smiled, walked over and called out, "Dad, why are you back?"

The female ghost almost threw her head out by mistake, "Is he your father?! You still have a father?!"

Qi Mu nodded, "...what do you mean I still have my dad?"

"See, you've always lived alone..."

When the people in the kitchen heard the voice, they turned their heads and smiled at him, "Are you up? Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Qi Mu went to wash his hands obediently, sat down at the dining table and waited.

After a while, Qi Zong came out with the soup and put it on the table, the aroma penetrated into his nose one after another.

The father and son started to eat, and Qi Mu looked at the opposite man who was related to him by blood but not very close. Several years of wind and sun did not seem to leave any traces of age on his face. They were somewhat similar, except that his messy hair and blue beard made him look dusty, a little more chic and experienced.

He asked his dad, "Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Qi Zong said: "From that phone call, I heard that something must have happened to you. I was a little worried, so I took the time to come back and take a look. As soon as I came back, I saw you collapsed on the sofa with a high fever."

Qi Mu lowered his head in shame, and said in a low voice, "...this kind of situation is actually very rare."

"And that box of instant noodles, you eat junk food every day again, don't you? Didn't I say before I left that if I'm too lazy to make it, I should at least order takeaway?"

"It's a waste of money to order takeaway every day..."

"I don't give you enough living expenses?"

"enough……"

"That's not enough?"

"..."

After eating, Qi Zong sat on the sofa and asked his son: "How is the situation during my absence? Tell me about it, and focus on it."

Qi Mu then began to report the test results of each semester.

Qi Zong interrupted him, "What I want to hear is the key point!"

"...What is the point?"

"What makes you happiest, what makes you sad, what affects you deeply...these."

Qi Mu thought about it seriously, took the porcelain vase containing Feng Baisui, and put it in front of his father.

"what is this?"

"The ones that make me the happiest, the ones that make me saddest, and the ones that have a deep impact on me...basically it's all included."

Qi Zong was puzzled: "A bottle?"

"No..." Qi Mu shook his head, "It's an important person."

Qi Zong was stunned, "Is that the one you asked me on the phone?"

Qi Mu nodded, and told his father everything since meeting Feng Baisui.

"So you said, there are two ghosts around us now?"

"Correct."

"Where are they?"

Qi Mu pointed to the location of the father and daughter of the dead ghost, although the two knew that their father could not see them, they still reservedly put on a gesture of meeting for the first time.

Qi Zong nodded in that direction, "I am Qi Mu's father, thank you for taking care of him during this time."

Uncle Bumping Ghost waved his hands again and again, "No, no, he is the one who takes care of us."

"Dad, he can't see us." The female ghost patted his father's hand.

"What did they say?" Qi Zong asked.

Qi Mu translated for him: "It's too polite to say you, they didn't take care of me at all."

The female ghost protested: "We can still help!"

Qi Mu translated again: "But they support me spiritually."

"..."

Qi Zong looked at the porcelain vase, "You said Feng Baisui, is it inside?"

"Yes, what can you do?"

Although he knew that his father was just an ordinary human being and couldn't even see ghosts, Qi Mu subconsciously asked him for help as a child's reliance.

Qi Zong stared at the porcelain bottle in silence for a long time, then suddenly said: "Do you still remember the peach pit I gave you when you were young?"