The life of a migrant worker

After Nuliang Koipan resumed contact with me, he sent me many interesting things in the name of correspondence.

He already knew about my turning into a ghost, and he seemed to blame me for being reckless in his words.

Nuliang Koipan has always regarded me as a friend sincerely, although I don't know the reason why he insists on associating with a worthless person like me.But it was always a pleasure to get along with him, and the two of us were kindred spirits when we drank.

"Even if you don't want to continue living as a human being, I don't lack ways to become a monster here... How carefree were you when you toasted with me, why are you so limited to humans?"

His serious tone really makes people laugh.

Thinking about it carefully, didn't we know each other precisely because both of us were depressed and drowned our sorrows with alcohol? When did we have a carefree life?

However, Nuliang Koipan seems to attribute my coming to this point to the fact that he is not by my side, trying every means to increase my strength, get rid of the shackles of Kimai Tsuji, and see the light of day again.

The Nuliang Group is indeed the largest monster group in Eastern Japan, with a big family and a lot of treasures.

Along with the letters, there are spirits that "dead corpses lie on the ground, smelling the breath will bring them back to life", the meat of Tai Sui, which is said to be eaten for immortality, and the withered jade that contains faint pus and vitality. Don't know what but fang-toothed eggs, and the feathers of a phoenix burning with blazing flames.

In addition, occasionally some strange things that are not very practical, but very emotional, will be sent.

For example, a scarf woven from the small intestine of a worm called Satiborogabitel, which lives in Southeast Asia, makes people wonder if such a small worm weaving such a long scarf will kill them all. There is also an American businessman who insists that it is the 'Philosophy's Stone', but in fact there is no such thing as a very common red stone. The most recent one sent over is the spell that Nuliang Koban personally uncovered from the Onmyoji of the Huakaiyuan family. .

I pasted them in the room of Infinity City, and the magic formula actually expanded the space in the room. I stood on the water like a mirror and looked up at the blue sky. The slightest temperature of the sun.

false sun.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the day of paper.

Every Shangxian has its own room in Infinite City, but except for Shang Sanxian, no one has the guts to live in Infinite City for a long time without worrying about being caught by Wu Mi's boss to torture performance, so the field of Shang Sanxian is also extraordinarily large .

Tong Mo vacated an entire area in his territory to build a lotus pond, and his arty behavior added countless troubles to the maintenance work in the future.After all, plants are not animals, and lotus flowers have to carry out photosynthesis anyway, and plants can't go out to bask in the sun by themselves. I really don't know how to keep lotus flowers indoors to bloom well.

I was confused for a long time before Naruto told me that the secret to maintaining a clean and beautiful lotus pond is to ventilate once a day, renew the water once every three days, and change the lotus once every seven days.Think about it carefully, Tong Mo is really an asshole, is that how Naruto's blood ghost technique was squeezed by you?

As for Your Excellency Hei Si Mou, it is much simpler than Tong Mo. No matter how hard he is, he just puts many pillars and doors in the room. I don’t know if he wants to imitate the ghost of Luocheng Gate, or to relive the fate of seeing his brother Ji Guo in the past. One state of mind.But these things are all dead things anyway, Mr. Shang Xian can put them in any way he likes, only Tong Mo is the most fucking good at tossing people.

Originally, I was still thinking about how to decorate my ordinary room, but thanks to the off-site assistance of my friend Nuliang Kaiban, I am now the most beautiful boy in Infinity City, and even Ghost Dance Tsuji couldn't help but feel sorry for me. I'm looking sideways here.

As for why I knew this, it was because when I went back to my room to pick up something after hunting, I saw Boss Wumi sitting under the clear sky and drinking tea in a leisurely way.After I came in, this guy put down the bone china teacup with unknown liquid in his hand, and snorted coldly with disdain: "It's a boring thing that deceives itself and others."

Really boring.

It is indeed self-deception.

Without changing my face, I sat opposite the boss Wu Mi, and ignored his ridicule.

He saw the stationery in my hand and asked me what it was.

I said: "Some novels published in newspapers, and some letters written by Xiang Kai to me."

Xiangkai is the lower sixth string in the twelve ghost months, the lower string that is generally despised by the upper strings, the last of the lower strings, and the worst of the inferior ones.He is a very poor guy, not to mention launching a bloody battle against the superiors, I'm afraid he has tried his best to keep his current seat so far, and he faces the risk of being expelled from the Twelve Ghost Moon by the boss at any time.

It is said that he was a writer who was not well-known during his lifetime. After he became a ghost, his ability quickly reached the upper limit.

Very poor, very poor.

Because I know all too well what it's like to work hard and not get anywhere.

Chasing dreams is the exclusive prerogative of talented people. For ordinary people, words such as ideals can only make people feel ashamed.

Xiang Kai showed me the manuscripts he had written, and to be honest, they were not very good.

He was an uninteresting man during his lifetime, and the things he wrote after his death were also very thin and uninteresting.

But I really love the panic in his letter, which is full of papers and pages, very ordinary and real, completely different from the famous works I have read before, just like the thin layer of twigs in spring. Water mist, dry and bitter, is a kind of poverty that belongs to the little people.

If there is no Musashi, I am also a useless ordinary person.

The boss Wu Mi asked me how I wrote in the letter.

I replied, "Not much."

After Wu Mi left, I lightly licked the blood from my fingertips.

Nura Koban is a very good friend of mine.

If we can meet at a very suitable time, we must all have the same high spirits.

He tried his best to save my life, but never knew what I wanted.

I can't tell whether Oni Wu Tsuji trusts me or not.

Although he has the ability to read minds, ghosts who know this ability can obviously think evasively.

But he usually doesn't peek at Shang Sanxian's thoughts all the time, which basically stems from his respect for powerful subordinates and his understanding of his subordinates' personalities.

His evaluation of me at the beginning was not wrong at all, so that now he will not have the slightest doubt about my thoughts.

There is no such thing as ghosts and sunshine, full of fear and yearning.

Mumai Tsuji wants to overcome shame, the other oni want to overcome Achilles' heel, and I'm the only one who doesn't care.

I don't like light, I don't long for the sun.

I just want to sink into the boundless darkness, hesitate and stare at the eternal moon.