Unlike me, I have to rely on my dreams when I have no money, but that kid's atheistic brain is dominant. Even if I burn it, I have to wait until it is convenient for him. Every year on the Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival, I burn some symbolically.
It’s not enough at all, okay? I can only think about finding a job in the underworld to support myself. Thinking about it makes me sad, ghosts compare with ghosts, and ghosts are angry to death.
Why not reincarnate? If you reincarnate now, if you reincarnate well, you will be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of your life; if you reincarnate poorly, you will be a social beast for the rest of your life.
The good ones are too scarce, and all kinds of gods and ghosts in heaven and earth have taken over all the tribulations in the world. Ordinary little ghosts will not be able to get their turn, and they will most likely vote for social animals.
This kind of thing about the probability of winning the lottery should be left to others. It is said that the lottery is not something ordinary people can win.
Haven't you seen that the birth rate is getting lower year by year? It's all screwed up.
Instead of relying on luck to strive for those illusory glory and wealth, it is better to practice honestly in the underworld. After all, you have to come back after going to the human world.
Li Liang wanted to ask her how Song Xi found her and persuaded her to return to the underworld, but he was afraid that she would be unhappy and not follow him, so he had to hold back his questions and remained silent all the way.
Walking in silence all the way to the vicinity of Naihe Bridge, Song Xi saw a long line of people lined up, with no end in sight.
They are all people waiting to drink Meng Po soup, no, ghost.
The clothes they wear are of various styles, modern, ancient, suits, robes, Tang suits, everything in the world is available here;
Shoes include running shoes, leather shoes, cloth shoes, slippers, sneakers, etc., all available here, and even barefoot ones.
Song Xi searched Qiu Sheng's memory and found that since she was here, the scene in front of Naihe Bridge has been like this every day.
Especially in times of war, it is even more unknown.
She still remembered looking at the birth and death rates in her previous life, and found that the number of deaths was close to 30,000 people every day.
The largest stadium in her province at the time could accommodate half the number of spectators.
There are so many ghosts, and the new ghosts have just died, many of them have not accepted the reality.
As a result, there is a small drama for almost three days and a big drama for five days. All kinds of grievances and hatreds are staged here. The ghosts gather around to watch and gossip. The team moves even more slowly and the ghosts pile up.
Song Xi couldn't help but suspect that if Qiu Sheng didn't reincarnate, he wouldn't necessarily have to wait for the old bear. There were new plays performed here almost every day, which was much better than being a social animal in the human world.
It is also possible that she has seen cold and distant eyes because she has seen too much.
Unlike Song Xi, celebrities are usually the most gossiped about, but they are out of reach and lack a sense of agency.
The gossips of neighbors and fellow villagers can only be heard through hearsay, and there is no participation.
Therefore, when he saw a commotion in the team from a distance, Song Xi trotted to the scene and occupied the best viewing position.
Soon, more and more ghosts gathered around, and the team had no order at all.
Song Xi is located on a small slope. You can clearly see the scene over the heads of the ghosts. Unlike standing behind the ghost group, you are not tall enough and can only see the back of the head.
Someone squatted down beside him, and Song Xi also squatted down, ready to eat melon for a long time.
While she was listening carefully, someone whispered to her from behind,
"Sister, move here, I can't see you."
"We don't have time to move. You can move to the other side and I'll listen to what they are arguing about." Song Xi said without looking back.
"You actually want to reincarnate with her, what about me? Who am I?" A young woman cried and shouted.
"I'm sorry for you, I'll pay you back in my next life." A male voice replied with a guilty voice.
"The underworld is indeed different. Promising to pay you back in the next life is basically equivalent to defaulting on the debt. Here, the next life is just around the corner, and it becomes the next life." Song Xi murmured in a low voice.
"No." The person next to him responded, the same voice that had just spoken to Nuona.
Song Xi turned around and took a look. He was a young man, dressed casually and wearing a pair of flip-flops. He was looking at the front with all his attention. He didn't know how he squeezed in.
Feeling Song Xi looking over, he turned around and responded with a smile, then turned away.
"Who wants your next life? I only want it now." The woman's hysterical cries echoed along the banks of the Wangchuan River.
"I'm sorry." The young man lowered his head, then picked up something in his hand and walked towards Naihe Bridge.
Song Xi guessed that he must have bowed. The circle of spectators in the front row was too small, blocking the view from below.
Someone got out of the way.
As soon as the girl saw that the man was about to leave, she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"You are not allowed to leave. If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving here."
The young man was silent.
"What's the use of saying this? Knock him out and lock him up for ten days and a half, then leave after you figure it out." Song Xi gave his own exclusive solution.
"That makes sense." The person next to him agreed.
"I was the one who brought her back in the first place, and she was the one who brought you to me. Everyone says that this is pet love, destined by God."
"So, every time you jerked her off as soon as you came back, you wouldn't hit or scold her if she did something wrong. At most, you would just slap your legs to scare her, and I didn't say anything."
"I haven't traveled to other places with you in these years. You said you were afraid that she would be lonely at home alone."
"I hurried back after watching a movie because I was worried that she would be bored alone."
"I don't care about any of this."
"Even when I was sick, you called me and asked me to drink more hot water, but then you turned around and asked her if she had eaten, drank, and shoveled her poop."
"I'm not happy, but I think she brought you here, so it doesn't matter."
"But today you are going to be reincarnated with her. What have I paid for you all these years?" The woman roared in the last sentence, and the wind beside the Wangchuan River stirred with this roar.
"No, you don't want to turn into a ghost." The person next to him stood up.
Song Xi's mouth didn't close when she heard the word "play her". The subsequent pet love and poop shoveling confirmed her guess.
She was afraid that this was not a person, but a pet, most likely a cat or a dog.
The young man lowered his head and listened quietly. At this moment, he raised his head and looked at the increasingly violent girlfriend in front of him, with tears flowing from his eyes.
The woman looked at the tears in the eyes of the man in front of her and slowly calmed down, and more tears flowed from her own eyes.
"It's so dangerous." The person next to him sat down again.
"I'm afraid the pet found this guy for me," Song Xi analyzed.
The guy next to her gave her a strange look,
"The angle is very strange."
"Haha." Song Xi laughed awkwardly to hide it.
"Girl, he doesn't want you, I want you." Someone shouted in the crowd.
"Yes, people like this don't cherish you so much, but there are many people who cherish you." More people echoed.
"My child, listen to grandma's advice, and you will find a broader world in the future. Don't hang on a tree." An old woman with a leaky front tooth shouted.
"We are all ghosts, can we still celebrate?" A child with a leaky front tooth asked innocently.
