The life of a migrant worker

Fallen Ji is an idiot.

A stupid beauty, a beauty with a bad brain.

Unruly and self-willed, likes beautiful things, has sharp words, and loses his temper when things go wrong.

She is easy to be deceived, easily influenced, whoever she trusts can do whatever she wants, pitifully naive, a stupid beauty with only one face.

If I still live as a human being, I'm afraid it will be very miserable.

After all, for the lower class, beauty is both a gift and a curse.

Human girls are weak and weak, they only have cute looks, but they don't have the corresponding rights and status to protect them, so they may not be happier than ordinary-looking guys.

Having said that, even if Luo Ji becomes a ghost, she can't be considered very talented, and if she doesn't have her elder brother, the prostitute Taro, to take care of her, she might not be able to live as much as she wants.

Luo Ji is a female ghost who has the name of winding, but has no strength of winding.

When she proudly puffed out her chest and showed me that she ate six pillars, I was a little speechless when I learned that she ate so many talents to grow to where I am today. Kua smiled at her in the tone of a child: "That's amazing, Fallen Princess! You have to work harder to become more beautiful!"

Fortunately, Luo Ji is more like a spoiled little girl, and there is no need for me to think of all kinds of tricks to praise Mrs. Wu Mi as a licking dog.

She likes pretty things, so most of the time she looks at me with her head up and keeps telling me how much she likes me again.

"You are so beautiful, Mochizuki-sama!" When she said these words, her tone was light and airy, with a tone that seemed to be sleepwalking, "You are even more beautiful than Hina Matsuri's doll!"

I think of the colorful dolls that were put in small wooden boats and thrown into the river with peach blossom branches to pray for blessings during the Doll's Day. In fact, they did not taste a bit of beauty from the traditional aesthetics.But Luo Ji was born a hundred years ago after all, and she is still praising me sincerely, so I can't raise objections in a bad manner.

"When you came to the banquet, I saw you from the crowd at a glance. Beautiful long hair, snow-like skin, amber eyes, human youth cannot last long, and this beauty will not exist—— So at that time, I planned to find a chance to eat you, but you never came again after that...I didn't expect Master Wu Mi to turn you into a ghost, it's really great!"

Good guy, I thought to myself, good guy, no wonder Luo Ji looked at me so tenderly, so part of it came from her love for beauty, and the other part came from her love for the delicious food that she had never been able to get?

This passage made me a little speechless, and the prostitute Taro next to him also had a wandering expression, and I could even guess what he was thinking at the moment.

It's nothing more than-

"Silly sister, why did you want to eat someone else and tell them later!"

Fallen Princess is really a stupid girl with a bad head.

For humans, she is undoubtedly a dangerous and ferocious ogre, but in front of me, who is far superior to her, racking her brains to think of beautiful words to say to me, trying her best to make me happy. Ji, it seems stupid and a little simple and cute.

The prostitute Taro tried hard to keep her away from me precisely because he sensed my danger, but how could the elder brother who has always loved her disobey the opinions of the stubborn and stubborn princess?

I have a wonderful feeling for her from the bottom of my heart. Maybe I am easy to soften my heart. I have developed a feeling of love and pity for this kind of fool who is like a baby bird unable to spread its wings without a guardian.

In the past, no matter how tragic or disgusting the past, no matter how cute and pitiful the evil spirits were, they were all the ones I wanted to eradicate.

But now I can calm down, sit here and let the inhuman little girl act like a baby to me.

There is really a feeling that time has passed and things have changed.

-

The female ghost playing the pipa in Infinite City is called Naruto.

She has been serving Ghost Mai Tsuji Wumi's side all the time, and she should have some impression of the ghosts turned into by Wumi's boss himself, so I asked her to help me find information about ghosts whose faces can be concealed by the blood ghost technique.

It is to cover up the face, not change it.

My identity is somewhat troublesome. Whether it is an ordinary person who has seen my face or a swordsman who has seen my face, it will create some twists and turns for me to live in the crowd.

Any ghost has the ability to change form, but if I were to hide in another disguise, even being a savage in a desolate village and forest would be no more shameful than hiding in a big city with someone else's appearance all the time.

I need ghosts who can perform illusion and vampirism.

I thought this was not an embarrassing request, but Naruto refused me after half a minute of silence.

"Master Wu Mi does not allow ghosts to act in groups."

"That's fine," I said, "just kill him afterwards."

Ming Nu's hand playing the piano paused, as if confused by my nonsensical answer: "What are you talking about?"

"I was allowed by Master Wu Mi to fight privately with any ghost, and this includes ghosts who are not of the same rank, right?"

The layout of Infinity City makes people feel strange every time they look at it. Under the high platform where Naruto is sitting, there is another Japanese room with the door wide open.I sat on the stacked mat above, looked at the long black hair of the one-eyed ghost girl spreading like a creeper on the wall, and replied nonchalantly: "Let that ghost teach me the vampire technique of ignoring appearance, and then wait until dawn to put it on the wall." It’s fine to die in the sun, so that it’s not considered an affair.”

"But……"

I raised my eyelids, feeling a little sleepy, and my temper was not very good.

Because during the time after I became a ghost, my schedule was not adjusted at all.Although I was in the Ghost Killing Squad because of missions and had to be out at night, but most of the time the biological clock is still regular, and now I have a [-]-hour jet lag, which makes me unable to sleep well all day long.

"Who stipulated that the blood ghost technique cannot be acquired through learning? This simple technique does not require any skills at all..." I said, "Just for this, Mr. Wu Mi can also do it? Obviously relying on others can also do it. How come it’s your turn to bother Mr. Wu Mi for teaching me?”

"This is your dereliction of duty, Naruto."

-

When I was returning from the address Naruto gave me, I happened to meet the evening market in the downtown area.

The market is very lively. It is said that tonight just happened to meet the festival to celebrate the setsubun. The so-called festival is nothing more than lighting lanterns and candles everywhere, and going to the temple to pray for blessings. The road is full of all kinds of stalls and vendors. Promote the accessories and food that your own home purchases and hoards.

Everyone was happy to buy because of the extraordinarily lively atmosphere, and the hawkers were also happy to sell because of the number of customers brought by the crowd.Apart from the crowds, there is no other disadvantage, and festivals are such things.

The reason why I mentioned this is because I was touched by the scene of people coming and going in this picture, and then I was logically sold by the shop assistant who is super good at observing words and expressions, and bought three boxes of dim sum!

Because it's so easy to help them buy things in the temple, so now it's almost a no-brainer to spend money——

How foolish myself!

The smell of yakisoba curry and taiyaki wafted through the market air, but I wasn't interested at all.

In the past, I was willing to put all these things in my mouth and eat them all. Because I was never picky about food, I was even named and criticized by the cook for cleaning up all the rice in the pot.

When I was young, my body was not very good, and my frail body gradually became healthy after I left home.

Eating all you want means rejuvenating, which is why I love eating.

It's a pity that now I have become a completely different creature from humans. Human food does not mean that it cannot be eaten, but it is also useless to me——

If I have to say it, eating it is like eating konjac with zero calories every day, not to mention that the taste of ghosts is very different from that of humans. Eating chestnut steamed buns feels more like eating tasteless toothpaste That's disgusting.

When I went back to Kyogokuya, the proprietress greeted me directly when I went upstairs.

"Oh, my guest! Please go this way..."

"I'm a guest of Fern Princess Oiran."

After my suggestion, Mihashi's proprietress suddenly remembered something and suddenly realized: "Ah, it's you, Mr. Mochizuki!"

I stopped and looked back at her, Mihashi bowed to me with a bit of shame: "Sorry, I was confused for a moment just now, and I didn't recognize you..."

"I'm very sorry. We should always keep an important guest like you in our hearts. It's really embarrassing! Please forgive me!"

"Speaking of which, there used to be Mr. Mochizuki who was very generous in Yoshiwara," she babbled to me, and when I stared at her in silence, she couldn't help but blushed for a moment, "He is a very handsome Sir, but he was a regular visitor to Ren's house at that time, he didn't come here often, and his personality was very withdrawn... Unlike you, who are so generous and gentle..."

It's a bit embarrassing to flirt with a middle-aged proprietress in the stairwell, so I perfunctory her a few words, and after going upstairs, I casually distributed the snacks to the little girls who are dressed in courtesans.

Fern Ji just got angry and threw things into a mess, and there was a faint smell of blood in the next door of the room.

After hearing that I was coming back, the oiran ran over quickly, ignored the hair comber next to me, and hugged me with loose hair. The little daughter asked me where I went.

"Master Mochizuki! I thought you were leaving!"

The ghost's sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people. I smelled a bit of blood in her hair, and smiled and rubbed her head: "It's not so good as to leave without saying goodbye."

It’s strange that I don’t eat people. If I want to stop other ghosts from eating people, it may be as annoying as a vegetarian who wants to force others to be vegetarian. Intentions.

It doesn't matter, I put my eyes out of the window and thought to myself.

Anyway, after Oni Wu Tsuji died, all the ghosts would die too.

There is no need to arouse Wu Mi's doubts now.