Chapter Eighteen I Really Died

  I stared at her in shock, and she smiled slightly and asked me, "What's wrong?"

  When she smiled at me, I thought to myself, could it be that this secluded town has some other customs? Do they have to offer sacrifices before guests eat? That's why she was smiling at me like that. If so, I can understand, I need to play it cool and not let her think I'm clueless.

  I shook my head and said, "Nothing's wrong, I just wanted to ask if there's any special customs in this restaurant?"

  "No!" The landlady also shook her head at me and said, "This is just a normal restaurant, what other customs could there be?"

  When she said that, I got annoyed and pointed at her, asking: "If there's no other custom, why are you putting a stick of incense on this dish? This doesn't seem like food for the living, but rather for the dead."

  Seeing me so angry, the old lady sneered and said to me: "What you said is right, this is indeed not for the living to eat, it's a meal for the dead."

  "What did you say? Are you insulting me?" I got even angrier.

  The old boss laughed loudly at this time: "Are you kidding me? Don't you know that you're already a dead man?"

  "What?!"

  The old lady's words made me extremely terrified, she continued to say to me: "Don't look at me like that, maybe you're not very clear after just dying, now you're just a ghost, don't believe it? Touch your body and see if there's still flesh on it."

  I subconsciously touched my own body, and indeed there was no flesh sensation at all, but it wasn't air, it was a soft and fluffy thing. Just like a balloon, the boss's wife walked beside me, grabbed my hand and touched her body.

  It feels just like touching me, just like a balloon. She continued to say to me: "Now you believe it?"

  I'm at a loss for words now, I took out the ghost mirror and looked at it, and was shocked to see my own reflection inside. When Xiaoyu handed me the ghost mirror, she told me that this mirror can only reflect ghosts, and humans cannot be reflected in it. But does that mean I'm already dead?

  "But... but I saw people selling things on the street when I came here?"

  Although the fact is in front of me, I still can't believe it. I think if it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to believe it either. Now, I am already dead.

  "That's the legendary Ghost Market. If you look closely, you'll find that they use spirit money when trading." The boss lady replied with a hint of helplessness.

  "Shouldn't people go to heaven or hell after they die?" I still can't accept it.

  The landlady smiled at this time: "You, a new dead ghost, are quite interesting. What you said is right, generally dead ghosts will go to hell, that's the normal death of people. But like those in Xianyitown, they are all sudden deaths! Including you!"

  "What's wrong with him?" I asked the old servant in confusion, "What does it mean?"

  "It seems like you should have known this before you were born? Never mind, I'll enlighten you today. What it means is to die unexpectedly, generally speaking, death comes suddenly, quickly and unwillingly. For example, suicide, homicide, being hit by a car, or poisoned to death."

  "What about you, boss's wife?" I couldn't help but ask her.

  Who would have thought that this old lady glared at me and said, "It's still you group of venomous men, I was poisoned to death by my own man."

  Seeing her so angry, I didn't continue asking, but now it seems that I have already accepted the fact of my death. I continued to ask her: "Don't be annoyed with me, I'm asking you one last question, just this one last question."

  I was worried she would be angry and ignore me, so I spoke very politely. Although she didn't say anything, she nodded in agreement.

  "I'd like to ask, since we're already dead, why do we still retain our complete facial features from when we were alive? And what will our next life be like? Will we continue living in this place forever, without having to go to hell?"

  The old lady boss shook her head helplessly and said, "We can see our appearance in life because we are looking at each other. When humans see us, it's not like this. It's the way we looked at the moment of death. Also, lonely souls and wild ghosts are places where people have been abandoned. I don't know why we came to Hidden Town either. But what I can tell you now is that we can't get out of here, we can only eat air, and every day there will be a soul that turns into smoke and disappears."

  As I gazed at her with this unbelievable look, she said to me: "Humans have struggles, and vengeful spirits also have struggles. You'll understand later. But since you've come here, don't be reluctant either. Just wait here for your own demise, whether it's sooner or later, that day will eventually arrive."

  "Sorry to trouble you, boss."

  The boss nodded to show that she accepted my thanks, and said to me: "Now this place has been occupied by other ghosts, you can't go out, so just stay here for the time being. Let me think about what kind of job I should arrange for you first. Also, we will get hungry, pull out that incense stick and eat the things I brought you first."

  After she finished speaking, she left, and I stood there staring at the rice with a single incense stick inserted into it, laughing foolishly. It was a silly laugh, a stupid laugh. What they say is true: "What you hear is not always what you see." I didn't die from Wang Xiaoya's revenge, nor did I die from being summoned by those two brothers. Instead, I died in a car accident and ended up in such a bizarre place.

  But after laughing for a while, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. I couldn't have died in a car accident without any reason. This must be Wang Xiaoya's doing. But it can't be, Tang Bingxue told me that she wanted to absorb my yang energy to increase her own power, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to live until now.

  Forget it... whatever, let's just leave it like that. But if I had to spend the rest of my days in this place, I'd rather vanish into thin air. This isn't a lifetime as people say, this is truly eternal.

  The only consolation is that the boss lady is not bad, to be more precise, she's a ghost, and this ghost is not bad. Although I've already accepted this fact, I still decided to take a walk on the main street, I'd like to see what kind of things these ghosts are selling.

  As I walked out of the restaurant, I realized that when I came in earlier, I didn't pay much attention. This place is indeed different from the outside world. When walking on the highway, the sun was shining brightly, but here it's all gloomy and overcast. It's not even a cloudy day, just a dull grayness that makes people feel uneasy. But what puzzles me is that I'm not feeling scared now. Is it because after death, there's no fear? Or is it because I've experienced too many things and already know everything, so I don't feel anything?

  I came to a stall run by a slightly older man, who had a thick beard and looked quite intimidating, but it didn't matter anymore, we were all ghosts now. I asked him, "What are you selling?"

  "Are you new here?" the man asked me.

  "Yes, how did you know?"

  The man stood up and said coldly to me: "Otherwise, why would you ask what I'm selling?"

  "Yes, I'm new here and don't quite understand, sorry about that, big brother. What kind of things do you sell?"

  The man burst out laughing and said to me with a proud smile: "Of course it's plasma, the best human blood plasma. For us ghosts, it is very beneficial. With this, we can ensure that we survive every day's battle without being reduced to nothingness. How about some?"

  When I heard him say that, I imagined a scene of blood plasma and suddenly felt a chill. Did I still have fear? I stared at the man and asked: "You said it's top-notch human blood plasma, how did you get it?"

  "Of course, I squeezed it out myself.

  What he said was so natural, as if what he did was justified, but I didn't want to argue with him either, because he is now a ghost, and a vicious one at that.