Who came up with this name? It was really not helpful at all. Sunshine? Wasn't this too much of a scam?
Could it be that this cemetery was named after a group of public servants who had contributed to society?
I carefully jumped over the mud pit in front of me and continued to move forward.
Although it was a cemetery, it was a rather vast place. Beautiful stones carved with the words 'xx' rose from the ground. There were also a few rows of small words carved on them. They were the public affairs of this ghost when it was alive.
Dead ghosts, they said that when people were about to die, their words were kind. These old ghosts didn't tell the truth even after they died. They insisted on writing these words that let down their ancestors on their house's door plate.
When you go to hell, be careful that King Yama won't let you reincarnate when he checks the Life and Death Book and finds out that he's not telling the truth.
I counted the number on the tombstone.
“1、2、3……”
In order to attract more customers, the merchants had kindly transformed the road here into cement. It was a completely different world from the yellow mud land they had just passed.
But what made me feel strange was that there was no staff here. Even a sweeping auntie or a doorman couldn't see them.
Did I really enter the spirit world? Otherwise, why do I feel like I've been abandoned by the world?
When I counted to number twenty, I saw someone.
He squatted down with his back facing me, facing the tombstone.
From his back, it could be seen that he was a slightly weak man. His hair was shiny and lustrous with Mediterranean characteristics. He was dressed in simple clothes, and because he squatted too far, his Tiga Ultraman pants were particularly eye-catching.
I subconsciously covered my eyes.
'Ghost, I definitely didn't mean to see it.'
However, it was really lucky to be able to find a comrade in this godforsaken place.
" Uh…" Just like some people, I would subconsciously drag out my words before continuing. According to my observations, this kind of tone was usually used by the leaders. If I used it, people would definitely be anxious. Do you want to be anxious to death? If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have uncivilized curses, say it quickly.
However, I didn't have any special training in eloquence, so I still chose the syllable "uh". Moreover, it was easier for him to notice my existence by dragging out the syllable at the beginning, so as not to be ignored.
The other party did not turn around. His signature Mediterranean hairstyle was even more shiny, and he had the potential to be a third wheel.
"Uh…"
I shouted again, deliberately louder.
Was he deaf?
However, that person still did not turn his head. His body kept swaying with the movements of his hands. He did not know what kind of difficult movements he was busy with to have such a degree of movement.
"Hello," I used my fingers to pull up the corner of my mouth, revealing eight teeth. I was a little worried that there would still be vegetables from this afternoon between my teeth. Should I take them down and eat them tomorrow?
Thus, I squatted down and pondered this serious question.
"Is…something…wrong…"
The other party's voice was unexpectedly gloomy, and it was especially like the voice of a male duck of a eunuch in the Qing Palace.
I looked up in surprise and saw that he had also turned his head.
He wondered if a guy with such a pair of flashy pants would look even more bizarre.
This was also a question worth investigating.
I looked at him expectantly as he turned his head in slow motion.
Soon, my smile froze.
This was because the Mediterranean uncle had actually turned his head to the back with a 180-degree rotation that humans could not do at the moment.
What did this mean?
I pulled my mouth back and pulled it back again, revealing eight broken teeth at him.
"I just wanted to ask which hairstylist designed your hairstyle.”
I slowly stood up with my hands on the ground. My voice became sweeter and sweeter, surpassing the sweetness I had experienced in the past 16 years. It also made me feel disgusted.
"Oh, that's all natural."
Mr. Mediterranean also replied humorously. He revealed his white teeth, and between his teeth was a grass that was growing healthily.
What a tenacious grass. I remember that I used to write the same thing in my essays, saying that I wanted to be as small as the grass…Damn it, who knew that I was even smaller than the grass now.
"Excuse me, what are you doing?"
I asked carefully to confirm if he had supernatural powers, even though my right foot was already leaning back slightly and I was trying to escape.
"The staff carved my name wrong. I'm changing it.”
The middle-aged Mediterranean man turned his body around and held a very sharp stone in his hand as he said with a smile.
Only by looking at him this way did he seem slightly normal.
However, his actions and words were beyond my imagination.
So what if he was a nobody?
I believe that I'm a genius, but since the heavens have made me into everyone, then let me shout out the classic lines of everyone.
"Ghost!"
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