The found Tuo is three and a half years old

For ghosts, the degree of difficulty of things like a big tongue sound is too high, not to mention that we Yamato people are born with a disadvantage in terms of tongue flexibility, so I didn't plan to try to pronounce that guy's name from the beginning.

——What's more, leaving aside the evil big-tongue accent, this name is a bit too long!

The meaning of the name is to facilitate communication, and any part that is not conducive to communication should be removed from the name.

This is why my boss had to change my name back then.

When I was a human, the name was not "Silver Bamboo".My father was in charge of a middle Liuhua building in Yoshiwara, and his surname was Tsurumi, and my name at that time was Haruko.

I heard from my father that when I was born, it was the rainy season, and the tatami in the room was almost moldy due to excessive humidity.But on the day I was born, Yoshihara, which had been raining for a month, suddenly cleared up.

For most human beings, fine weather is always more pleasant than days of cloudy rain, but this is obviously not the case for ghosts.

In front of ghosts who can't see the sun, the word "clear" is too ironic.

Probably out of resentment, the new name chosen by the lord for me is "Silver Bamboo", which means torrential rain.

I don't hate the name, although I don't really like the wet and greasy weather either.But that's just a title.

It doesn't matter how.

Considering that the little guy's name is too affecting communication, I decided to change his name.

"Tip." I blinked my eyes: "I'll call you a tip from today on."

He gave me a blank look, and his small face was so gloomy that it seemed that it would rain in the next second.

I didn't intend to pay attention to his dissatisfaction or protest, and I just pinched his swollen cheek.A child's skin is always extraordinarily smooth and delicate, but he is a little too thin, and his little face doesn't feel fleshy when pinched.

"——Fei Jia." Because I pinched his face, he was a little out of tune when he spoke, but he still said to me seriously: "Maybe you can call it that."

"It doesn't make any difference anyway, I just want to call it Tip." I stretched out my other hand and forcibly pulled the corner of his drooping lips with my fingertips.

"And I'm not asking for your opinion. I'm a 'ghost' who can eat children. If you don't obey, I'll eat you right now."

There seemed to be a bit of disdain in the little guy's eyes, but he didn't express that emotion after all. Instead, he chose to give up resistance and accepted the strange-sounding title of "tip" resignedly.

I am very happy to have achieved stage victory.

I've never raised a child this big, or I never thought I would.

Ji, who lived before, was not a place to raise children, and after I became a ghost, I would not do that kind of thing.So I don't quite know what a child of this age should look like.

But even so, I still think that Fyodor may be different from ordinary children.As for what is different, I can't say one, two, three.

It's just that I think those eyes sometimes have a color that shouldn't belong to his age.

Taking Fyodor home was largely a whim of mine, but I have to say that this little guy who smelt of blood in the middle of the night still caught my attention to a certain extent.

Ordinary children must not be like this.

His indifferent and gloomy appearance even reminded me of the aloof Lord Ghost King.

I've seen that grown man in the form of a little boy.Even with an extremely weak posture, the aura exuding from that adult still makes people feel chills down their spines.

Fyodor seemed to resemble him in some respects.

Of course, I have never really been afraid of that adult, let alone an ordinary three-year-old human cub.

The problem was that Fyodor didn't seem very afraid of me either.

Although I often reminded him that I was a "ghost", it took less than a day for him to be completely immune to this statement.

It made me feel very humiliated.But I can't think of any better way to deter him, after all, I can't really eat him.

What's even more exasperating is that this kid is very cunning. When it was time to eat, he sat down at the table in aggrieved manner and looked at me with the most innocent eyes.By the time I realized it, the rice had already been served in front of him.

——At a young age, you will betray your appearance. I think it's a pity that Fyodor was not born in Yoshiwara.

Until nightfall, the little guy yawned and curled up on the soft cushion where I usually rest.It was a small ball, as if it could be picked up with one hand.

I originally wanted to torment him a bit, but seeing the way his eyelids were scuffling, I finally relented.

Although there was a fire in the house, it was still somewhat cold.So I simply put the rabbit down jacket I sewed last winter on him.

Feeling the warmth, he obediently rubbed against my palm.The soft black short hair feels quite good.

I couldn't help rubbing it twice.

Probably because of my rough movements, Fyodor frowned and opened his eyes.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

He didn't make a sound, and after I withdrew my hand, he closed his eyes again, and turned over along with it, leaving his back to me.

Of course I won't let him go easily.After all, for ghosts, nighttime is the best time for spirits.When he didn't speak, I took him as acquiescing, so I started to tell him "The Seven Wonders of Yoshiwara" on my own.

"I don't think I need a bedtime story," came Fyodor's voice.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but I found that there was an unexpected tremor in his voice.

Of course, I soon discovered that this was not my illusion, because it wasn't just his voice that trembled, but also the small body under the rabbit fur coat.

"Hey——" I prolonged my tone, and my tone became extraordinarily cunning: "So tip is afraid of ghost stories?"

"Obviously there is a ghost beside me."

"I do not have."

"Then shall I continue?"

"do not want!"

Of course I won't let him.

The more he dared not listen, the more I wanted to speak.Speaking of the scary thing, the little devil who was still stubborn in front of me during the day finally couldn't hold on anymore, and he got into my arms wrapped in rabbit down clothes.

I smugly followed his back until the trembling on his body stopped, until his breathing became even.

So no matter how much you bluff, this guy is just an ordinary human cub after all!

Sure enough, only I can win the final victory!