The Taste of Ghosts in the World

"Why aren't you dead yet? Die quickly, and I'll pick you up if you die." The man said to himself with a smile.

Chang Wuhe suddenly opened his eyes, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, the soft words seemed to still echo in his ears.

Had that dream again.

From the time he was ten years old until now, he has had the same dream almost every year. In the dream, the man in white always talks to him with a smile, the tone is kind and warm, but the content of the words makes people shudder.

"Didi Didi——" the alarm clock rang.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he hurriedly got up to wash up, and hurried out to work.

Usually when walking to the gate of the community, you will pass a huge oak tree. The luxuriant branches block the sunlight above your head, and only cast some mottled light and shadow, which makes people feel cool and comfortable.Chang Wuhe liked this tree very much, and he couldn't help but stop and stand for a while when he walked through the shade of the tree, but today's situation is slightly different.

In the distance, he saw a person standing under a tree.I got a little closer, took a casual glance, and found that the man was wearing an ordinary white T-shirt, and he should be a young man by his build, but why was his hair also white?

When he got closer, he saw the man's face clearly, a young man's face with a familiar smile on his face.

etc!Familiar smile?

Chang Wuhe's heart felt cold, and he stopped suddenly, not daring to go any further—the person not far in front of him was just seen last night...the one who smiled at him in his dream!

"You..." Chang Wuhe is in a dilemma now, he doesn't know whether to pretend he didn't see it and leave quickly, or to go forward and ask him what he wants to do.He is very inclined to the first option, but since they have all found him, if he just leaves like this, he doesn't know what the other party will do.

Ah, maybe it was because I was destined to meet him today, so I had those inexplicable dreams.By the way, that's the one, the precognitive dream.Maybe he didn't have any malice at all, how could he be classified as a dangerous person just because of a dream.

When he was comforting himself in this way, he saw that the smile on the other person's face deepened. The person slowly opened his beautiful lips, and there was even a bit of excitement in his gentle tone: "You are not dead yet, why are you unhappy?" How about dying?"

"..." Chang Wuhe tried his best to maintain a calm face, quietly took out his mobile phone, and put his finger on the button, "What exactly do you want to do? If you don't say anything else, I will call the police."

The man in white was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized and said to himself: "I forgot that you don't remember me now." Thinking of this, he seemed a little annoyed, and tried to put on a harmless expression, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. Just to see you..."

Chang Wuhe's nerves relaxed a little bit.

He thought for a while and added thoughtfully: "See when you will die."

"...No good person would casually curse others to die soon." Chang Wuhe gritted his teeth, he was not so afraid of him now, instead he had the urge to beat him up.

"Why is it a curse? There is nothing good in the world, let's leave sooner. When will you die? I have been waiting for 30 years, how many more years will I have to wait..." The man in white was troubled by himself .

"Hello..." Chang Wuhe didn't know what to say anymore.

"Forget it, it's been so long anyway, and it's not too bad for those few years." The man in white smiled at him, brighter than any smile he had seen in his dreams before, "You're going to die soon!" , I have been looking forward to that day. When you die, I will come to this tree to pick you up."

As his words fell, the figure of the man in white also disappeared from Chang Wuhe's eyes.

Chang Wuhe blinked his eyes, then turned his head to look around, but there was no trace of that weird man.Such a big person actually disappeared right under his nose?

He broke out in a cold sweat and patted himself on the head. This was beyond his comprehension, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Suddenly remembered to look at the watch, only to realize that he was about to be late for work, so he ran away in a hurry, deliberately not thinking about everything he saw just now.

And the man in white, who suddenly appeared and then disappeared, was sitting on the branch above his head at the moment, watching his farther and farther back, showing an expectant smile.

He couldn't help but think of the scene when they first met.

At that time, the previous Hei Wuchang had just been promoted and left the underworld to be in the immortal class, so Hei Wuchang's position was vacant.

Bai Wuchang, who was alone, wandered by the bank of the Nai River, wondering where to find a partner to take over.

He happened to pass by a group of dead souls lingering in place, and happened to catch a glimpse of one of them squatting on the bank, looking at a plant.

That plant is called Qinan, which is a specialty of the underworld that grows on the banks of the Nai River. The dark purple stems and leaves are covered with barbs, which is very unpleasant, but its flowers are extremely gorgeous. Desire to drip, with a charming magic power, attracts people who don't know its true face to approach.

The soul was obviously obsessed with it, and even stretched out his hand to touch it. Bai Wuchang picked up a stone and threw it at him, which just hit his tiger's mouth, and stopped when his finger was only a little away from the petal.

Although he couldn't feel pain, his soul was very fragile, and the part hit by the stone just now was immediately bruised.

The soul turned his head in doubt, and there was a sign pinned to his chest, with the number "35" written on it, which was the sequence number of reincarnation.

"You can't touch this flower." Bai Wuchang said to him, pointing to the turbid blood flowing in the Nai River, "The plants that grow in the underworld are inherently yin, and they grow by the Nai River, and they are washed and absorbed by the river day and night. It is a terrible thing to grow up with the resentment of broken souls in the river. If you touch it, you will not be able to reincarnate."

No. 35 glanced at the stunningly beautiful Qi Nan, retracted her hand with lingering fear, and then looked at the person in white beside her.

"who are you?"

"Bai Wuchang."

"That's what's in charge here, right?"

"Barely count."

"I've been waiting here for a long time, why can't I reincarnate?" No. 35 asked, and when he spoke, he looked at the dead souls lingering on the shore and gestured to Bai Wuchang.

"Well...the main reason is that there are too many dead people now, and many, many dead souls are received every day. In order to avoid congestion, the underworld temporarily implements a peak shift system."

Number 35 raised an eyebrow.

"So people with odd numbers like you can't cross the bridge yet, you have to let even numbers go first." Bai Wuchang happily explained to him.

"……How long we have to wait?"

"Look at it," Bai Wuchang pointed at the bloody water of the Nai River, "You can go to reincarnate when the river is at high tide next time."

No. 35 seemed a little impatient, and turned his eyes to the beautiful Qinan again.

Bai Wuchang noticed the expression on No. 35's face—although there was no expression, it was not as dull as other dead souls waiting to be reincarnated. On the contrary, there was a unique vitality active.

"Hey, do you want to stay in the underworld as a ghost messenger?"

"No." No. 35 answered neatly.

"It's not an ordinary ghost messenger. I will be a high-ranking official for you, and I will let you be Heiwuchang~" Bai Wuchang seduced with a smile.

"I don't want to." No. 35 was unwavering.

"How nice it is to stay in the underworld, so you don't have to suffer from the cycle of reincarnation."

No. 35 raised his eyelids and looked at him lightly, "I don't think reincarnation is so painful, but you guys, remembering everything all the time, aren't you more tired?"

Bai Wuchang remained silent.

No. 35 thought about it, and added a sentence as if comforting: "If one day I feel that reincarnation is too bitter, I will do it again."

"Okay," Bai Wuchang smiled again, "I can reject you then."

"..."

The conversation between them did not last long, and soon the stranded team began to move towards the direction of Naihe Bridge. Bai Wuchang waved his hand to send No. 35 away. Two bowls of soup, if you are asked to choose a bowl, you have to be careful, one of them will be very difficult to drink."

"It's all Mengpo soup, how bad it can be."

"No, you're wrong." Bai Wuchang suddenly lowered his face, and said very seriously: "It's unimaginable. If you drink that kind of thing, your next life will not be easy."

No. 35 froze in place.

Bai Wuchang left satisfied.

When Granny Meng smiled kindly at him with a bowl of soup in one hand, he chose the bowl that looked as clear as water over the other bowl that was like ink.

The moment the soup entered the mouth, No. 35 had the urge to jump off the bridge. If he was still alive, his face must be green at this moment.

That's unbelievable that you can't imagine...

In the last memory of No. 35's life, there is only the indescribably lingering bitter taste of that bowl of soup.

Even if you fall into reincarnation, you can't forget it.