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These three ghosts are indeed willing to admit defeat, but I didn't expect that after admitting defeat, they would come up with another excuse to try to pin me down.

I know that it is impossible to solve the problem by negotiation today. If their strength was not equal, even negotiating would be useless.

I heaved a long sigh. "Forget it, you guys can go get it."

As I ran, I thought about where I should hide, and then I decided that the most dangerous place was the safest place. I should hide in my own house.

If the three old men knew me, they would come to my house. However, they must have subconsciously thought that I had fled far away, so they didn't look for me seriously.

I hid on the beam, curled up in the dark, and stared cautiously at the door.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a chilly wind blew in from outside.

I'm a ghost now, so I can feel three ghosts in the wind. They followed the wind into the courtyard, circled around the house once, and then left in disappointment. They looked for me in the village faster.

I lay on the beam, relieved.

After the three old ghosts left, what should I do? Right now, I am just a normal soul. Do I have to hide here for decades, until my heart, liver, spleen, and lungs are all lost and turned into ashes? Should I go into reincarnation? But where was the route to reincarnation?

I was fretting when I heard a cry from outside.

It was the voice of a child. It was sobbing and looking extremely pitiful.

I looked outside. It was a young beggar, ragged and covered in mud. He was holding a broken bowl in his hand, crying and licking the bottom of the bowl. But I could see that the bowl was clean, cleaner than his face.

Perhaps there was even the tiniest bit of food in there, but one could only smell the food. If one could not eat anything, it was likely that one would be even hungrier.

The little beggar hesitated for a while, then stood up and knocked on my courtyard door, pitifully saying, "Is there anything to eat?" Can you give me one? "

I couldn't bear it, so I jumped down from the beam and waved at him.

The little beggar ran over happily and knelt on the ground with a thump. Holding a bowl in one hand and a pair of bamboo chopsticks in the other, he was beating them up as he chanted, "Look, look! Look! This poor beggar is here!" Sigh! Good day to the aunt and good will to the uncle. Pity me, the pauper. "Give me a bun, soup, and wish you a long and healthy life …"

I thought, "I'm already dead, what's the point of having a long and healthy life?"

I led the little beggar into the house, closed the door, and said to him: "Don't make a sound. If the three old men outside were to see, I would be in trouble. "

The little beggar was suddenly enlightened. "Those three people are the ones who want to capture you."

I was stunned before I said, "You can see ghosts?"

The little beggar girl chuckled. "I'm also a ghost."

I was silent. It seemed that this was indeed the world of ghosts.

I sighed and asked, "How did you die?"

The little beggar was quite optimistic as he nonchalantly said, "How did he die? He was cold and hungry, so he died?"

Then he said indignantly, "When we were still alive, my mother told me that we stinking people wanted food. We could take it, but we couldn't steal it. We stole it to hell. In the end, I only found out after I died that there was no hell, no hell, and no hell at all. "

The little beggar sniffed with his nose and accurately found the stove. He took two dry buns from inside and gnawed on them while saying, "My mother also said that we stinky people can get beaten up, but not retaliate. After suffering through hardships in this life, he would be able to enjoy happiness in the next life. He took a punch and was promoted to the next level. He would be kicked, and his wealth would be plundered. After all these years of being beaten up, I thought I'd be an emperor in my next life. And the result? Even if he died, he was still a beggar. "It's not fair."

After eating the steamed bun, the little beggar asked again, "Do you have water?"

I poured him some water from the thermos and asked, "Do you know how to get back to the human world?"

The little beggar shook his head.

I asked again, "Do you know how to be reborn?"

The little beggar still shook his head.

I asked, "Do you know what to do when you're dead?"

The little beggar shook his head again.

I was totally disappointed.

After a moment, the little beggar was full, but he refused to leave. It's fine if he doesn't leave, but sitting on the floor, he looks me up and down.

Puzzled, I asked, "What's wrong?"

The little beggar asked me, "How long have you been dead?"

I said, "I just died today."

The little beggar's face revealed a look of envy. Then, he faintly said, "When I was alive, my mother often said that if those rich people were to give us a little bit of what they can't finish, we wouldn't need to eat leftovers every day and ruin our stomachs."

I nodded. "That makes sense."

The little beggar laughed mischievously as he tore off the rag from his body. Then he pointed to his ribs and said, "You... Can you give me some? "

I was shocked to discover that not only were his internal organs all gone, even his bones were all broken and scattered.

I took a step back and picked up the thermos.

The little beggar girl still had a pitiful look on his face, "I've been dead for many years. When I'm alive, I've suffered, but when I'm dead, I've suffered. I was always hungry, but eating didn't work. My stomach was gone, and I ate it all out. "Good man, can you give me your stomach?"

I threw the thermos.

The little beggar was quite nimble. He turned around abruptly and smashed the thermos bottle onto the ground with a loud thud.

He grinned at me, then suddenly rushed to the door, opened it, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The person you want to capture is here."

I grabbed him by the hair and tried to pull him back. Who knew that the little beggar's head turned 180 degrees and bared its fangs at me. I was so frightened that my hand loosened and I took a few steps back.

Then there was a gust of wind in the yard and the other three old men came back.

They were closing in, blocking the door, trapping me inside. I wanted to run, but there was no way I could.

When the three old men saw the little beggar, they nodded at him and said, "In a while, the four of us will split it equally."

The little beggar made a sound of assent before running into the courtyard. He made a fire in front of the stove, and started it while muttering, "The bones that are left over, can you make a pot of soup? When I have a stomach, I must have a taste. "

However, as soon as his fire was lit, it became extremely dim. The flames became green and curled up on the wood, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The little beggar angrily said, "Who is it?"

At this moment, the fire was extinguished.

When the fire died out, the person hiding in the shadows instead revealed himself. When I saw him, I panicked. It was the power of the foster-grandpa.

Geng Sheng's expression was stiff, as if he was still the same as when he had first painted it. He grabbed the little beggar at random and threw him into the pot.

The three old men in the room didn't know what was going on. When they saw the Regeneration, they screamed and ran away like a whirlwind.

I looked at the door, which was shaking in the wind, and felt a little lost.

Regeneration stood in the yard and looked at me, then beckoned to me.

I bravely walked out and asked, "You are foster-grandpa?"

Sun did not speak. He just let out a long sigh and walked outside.

He didn't walk at a fast pace, and was obviously waiting for me. He led me through the village and up to the cemetery.

I asked him again, "Are you the foster-grandpa or his substitute?"

As if he were born unable to speak, he simply led me forward, forward again.

The wind on the mountain was getting colder and colder, and even if there were no more ghosts around, I was afraid, because before me walked the disease of straw and old clothes. This sort of thing shouldn't be rushing about like a human. This is beyond my knowledge.

But if I think about it carefully, after death, isn't transforming into a ghost still beyond my knowledge?

There was a deep pit in front of him. He lowered his head as if studying something in the pit.

I curiously walked over and saw a stone tablet in the pit. What was the inscription on the tablet? Because it was too dark and the pit was too deep, I couldn't see it clearly.

So I bent down slowly and looked closer. After my efforts, I could barely make out a few words written on it: Hu Chujiu's Tomb.

I jumped in shock and subconsciously wanted to leave, but it was too late. I felt someone kick me. My body slanted and I fell head first into the hole.

Then, suddenly, I realized that it was getting dark. When I looked up, it wasn't the moon that was gone, but a mound of earth that covered the top of my head.

Crash … I was buried, buried under the earth.

I scratched in vain, but to no avail. I felt as if the people above had stepped on it and even piled it up into a grave. I could not move.