after becoming a ghost

On the bustling street, Song Yuan was a little dumbfounded looking at the colorful neon lights.In other words, didn't he sleep well in the room?Is he sleepwalking!Didn't I hear my buddies in the same dormitory say that he has a habit of sleepwalking?

He saw a person walking towards him straight up, Song Yuan was so scared that he almost screamed, he couldn't have found out that he was sleepwalking, he should beat him to prevent him from rioting and hurting others!Alas, why does sleepwalking hurt people?Oh, I heard that Xueba He Mo said that sleepwalking people will lose their minds when they are woken up.It is said in martial arts novels that in the end the villain loses his mind and kills all directions.Hey Hey……

"Then what am I afraid of? What I should be afraid of is... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Song Yuan, who was so proud of himself, was almost scared out of his wits. He should be afraid of telling ghost stories.That person passed through Song Yuan's body in an instant, and even felt the biting cold feeling in the legend. "Could it be that I am the legendary young man who saved the world. He opened his eyes, recognized good and evil, and distinguished right from wrong. Since then, Lord Mo Xiao has fought on the bloody battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times? Hey. It should be the drunk lying on the battlefield..." There was a moment of silence, Song Yuan rarely shut up without He Mo's stop.

After pitying himself for a while, Song Yuan became excited again, "Does this ghost look like a human now? Hey, don't doubt it, I am the protagonist in this world, and even the appearance of ghosts fits my setting of being afraid of ghosts." For so many years, Song Yuan has always firmly believed that his fear of ghosts is a silly joke made by God.Even He Mo couldn't correct him.Another little girl bounced across his body, and he finally stopped deceiving himself.

He seems to be dead.

I just don't know why, there is no black and white impermanence to lead people.You know it's boring and lonely for him to be here alone.Do people nowadays have no concept of time when they work part-time?Even the people in the underworld are late. "When I get to the underworld, I will make a complaint and report to let you all know how powerful I am." After being indignant for a long time, Song Yuan couldn't remember how he died.

"Hey, have you read the news on Weibo?"

"What news?"

"Someone was killed by a thief at home. I heard that there seemed to be a fight, but the thief had a knife on him. You said that person is stupid enough to pretend that he can't sleep, and he still fights. He really thinks that he is an invincible hero. But these days, it’s not safe to sleep in your own home.”

"I've read the news. It was several days ago. The thief hasn't been caught yet. I really don't know what the police are doing."

"That's right, hey, have you watched the new drama that Little Fresh Meat came out with? He's so handsome in it."

"No, not good at acting."

Song Yuan listened to the two women who were drinking coffee in the glass window chatting about celebrity gossip and clothes.Obviously through a glass window, but still heard these words.The idiot buddy who was killed by the thief couldn't be him, he shouldn't die so aggrieved!

With unknown panic, his head stretched out longer and longer, and finally his eyes were getting closer and closer to the phone screen, but the woman with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks actually started to play the selfie mode.With blood-red lips pouting, drinking coffee and warm lighting, he started taking selfies from various angles.Suddenly seeing that big mouth getting closer, Song Yuan was frightened and took a half step back. "Oh my god, if such a woman marries back, she will have nightmares at night."

Cursing his lips, Song Yuan looked around and found that this coffee shop was very familiar, did he come here before?With doubts, Song Yuan started to wander around.A half-length mirror caught his attention, and he wanted to look in the mirror to see what he looked like now.He slowly approached from the side, constantly doing psychological construction.Don't be disgusted with being ugly, anyway, it's all grown by yourself.But what if it's scary?The feet moving towards the mirror slowly retracted again.

That's right, he doesn't know how he died, what if he fell to his death from the bottom of the cliff, what if he died of gas poisoning, what if he didn't turn off the fire properly when cooking and caused an explosion.Hey, this is impossible, He Mo will check it after cooking.Gas is not necessarily the case, maybe I will be hungry in the middle of the night, and I will get up and cook instant noodles by myself.

So the person who had promised to look in the mirror began to think about things again, unwilling to take a step. "However, can a mortal mirror reflect this young master's heroic appearance?" Song Yuan stroked his chin, suddenly gaining courage.Stepping up to the mirror, he looked at the mirror cheerfully.Well, what about the mortal world that was agreed upon, could it be that ghosts are everywhere here unknowingly, and people and ghosts are indistinguishable?

The mirror clearly reflected a person's half body, the person's black half-short hair drooped obediently on his forehead, his eyes were clear and bright, as if he saw something he liked.White T-shirt on the upper body, large black trousers on the lower body, a pair of sandals on the soles of the feet, standard dead house attire.

Song Yuan moved his mouth, and the person in the mirror moved his mouth too.Song Yuan shook his head back and forth, and the person in the mirror also shook his head back and forth. "But this body doesn't look damaged at all, how did I die?" Song Yuan was worried for a while, and then began to look at himself in the mirror again.At home, he loves smug beauty, and there are two life-sized mirrors in the bedroom and bathroom.There is a mirror in the schoolbag all the year round, although it is often confiscated by He Mo.It is said that his attention is all on the mirror, and it is hard to look at him... the topic and the words he said.Heh, it seems like someone cares about him talking about topics. If the young master doesn't study hard, he can still do well now.Although it was a little bit worse than He Mo, it was only a little bit.

Da da da, there was a sound of footsteps.A man in a well-dressed suit sat with his back to the mirror. The man ordered a cup of coffee and took out his tablet to read. "He must be dealing with official business, not watching entertainment news." Song Yuan guessed like this, walked over on tiptoe, stretched his head halfway, only to realize that he is a ghost now, afraid of wool.He walked carelessly across the sofa, then pretended to sit on the sofa, and tilted his head to look.

The man put away the tablet and suddenly turned to look at him.Song Yuan held his breath, almost smirking and begging for mercy. "Brother, you can discover all of this, you are amazing." The disbelief and sadness and disappointment in the man's eyes almost hurt Song Yuan.Song Yuan wanted to pull his sleeve, but suddenly regained his senses.Cautiously said: "He Mo?" He Mo's throat twitched, just now he felt that Xiao Yuan was sneaking up on him from behind.How is this possible, he already, already...

Song Yuan picked his ears, he seemed to hear a choked sob.Who is He Mo, the general manager of the company, the legendary tall, rich and handsome.If he marries Bai Fumei again, he will be a winner in life, right?Which business rival could force him into this state? Tell me, I will scare him to death in the middle of the night.