I'm a man who falls in love with his brain

#Miss sister, let’s play football together~#

Originally, I had an ambitious goal. I firmly believed that as long as I kept my feet on the ground and took one step at a time, I would be able to run towards the beautiful HE finale.The first step is to make these ghosts amiable, at least so that a coward like me will not be afraid when he sees them.

Then I died on the first step.

Most of these ghosts are unjust souls caused by the plague that year, and the rest are all innocent people who died indirectly when the original body was sacrificed, when the seal was shaken.If a ghost wants to restore its face intact to its former appearance, it must have its own strength, but the source of the ghost's power all comes from its own resentment and obsession. The deeper the obsession, the stronger the power.

Because of the influence of the original seal and hundreds of years of wasted time, these ghosts have long been vague about what happened in their lifetime, and they don't remember any grievances or grievances they have.

Looking at the "old, weak, sick and disabled" in front of me, I couldn't help but sighed faintly.

"City Master, what's wrong with you?"

The two door gods who were not afraid of me at all had pustules on their heads, and one of their eye sockets was deformed by something smashed before death, and the inside was bloody; the stump on the right side was dripping with black blood. After noticing the blood stains on the hem of my clothes, He quietly took a step back.

As if afraid of being discovered by me, he rubbed the blood spot with the sole of his foot.

I've seen the whole process, okay...

[As if he was covered in millennium frost, he just glanced at each other, and in an instant, it seemed that a big palm was invisibly controlling his heart, grabbing him so that he couldn't breathe; Let Lu Bai clearly realize that the person in front of him is no longer the gentle and respected senior brother in the rumors.In front of him, there was only the city lord of the ghost town who was frightening and feared by all ghosts. ]

Now......

I tried my best to put on a fierce and frightening expression, and looked at the two ghosts indifferently, but the other ghost approached again, but this time the dripping blood avoided the hem of his clothes:

"City Master, are you hungry?"

Hungry, hungry, I'm afraid you are not a starving ghost.

I glared at him, then changed direction.

This is a temporary pavilion built with broken bricks and tiles. This ghost town is full of dilapidated things. The only thing that can be seen is the palace I live in now. Everyone picked the best ones and sent them here. .

Originally, as the power of Gui Jianchou increases, the power of these ghosts should also increase; but now I am not that amazing disciple of the Xianpai, and I can't even feel any power, let alone feel my own strength. The power in the body is distributed to these ghosts.

I looked at all the people, how can this ghost town be developed into a tourist city?

Really sad people.

No, it's a sad ghost now.

A few days ago when the guards practiced with the right protector, the broken wall hadn’t been repaired yet, and the noise could be heard from the big hole. It was nothing more than those ghosts who came to crowd at the hole to look at me after they knew about it. Bar.

After all, in this ghost town, I am the only one with a nose and eyes besides the Right Protector.

In fact, there are also guards trying to drive away the ghosts around, but I saw that most of them are female ghosts. Although their faces are not very good, they don't have any malice towards me, and it doesn't hurt to let them satisfy my curiosity from a distance. What's the matter.

And those naughty kids.

Ever since someone heard from me that there is a sport called "football", which is a relatively simple sport of kicking the ball with the feet, and then these brats are eager to move; finally, on a dark and windy night, no Knowing who opened the head first, there were many headless ghosts looking for their own heads on the street the next day.

Only these ghosts can think of kicking a ghost's head as a ball; I don't know whether to say that it is smart and smart, or to accuse them of stealing someone's head and kicking it is impolite.

It should be fortunate that the "basketball" incident was not mentioned in passing at the time, otherwise there would be more ghosts looking for money.

The round head rolled, and rolled to my feet with a grunt, just in time for those eyes to meet me, and said with a smile: "Hello, city lord."

No, I'm not fine at all.

The voices outside suddenly quieted down, and the children who caused the trouble stood there at a loss, looking at me innocently.

It is not innocent to say that they are innocent, but because their appearance is too terrifying, it is difficult for me to look directly at them.

And a little sad.

When I was so old, I was still playing with mud, how could I kick ghost heads!I don't know if it's for my young self or for these children who died young.

"Come here." I waved.

The leading child was pushed by the ghosts behind, and he swayed to me.

"City Lord."

The immature and crisp voice was a bit embarrassed, and although a good eye was mixed with muddy blood, it looked at me with a childish ignorance of the world.

It was a bit childish, originally looking at the other party, I was still a little tense because of fear, but now I relaxed a little.

Before I could say anything, the other party looked like an obedient child, picked up the head that had rolled in front of me, stepped back and placed it in front of his feet, and stood obediently with his head down: "I know I was wrong. "

He couldn't see the face of the other party, and the other party was just a short winter melon, a small one.I coughed a few times, pretending to be majestic: "Where did you go wrong?"

"My mistake was that I shouldn't steal other people's heads and kick them." Seeing the other party breaking off his head and holding it in his arms, that eye was still looking at me, exuding a strange and terrifying blood-colored light, and my heart ached. Once excited, the saliva stuck in the throat could not go up or down.

My people are looking at me now, I have to hold back!

The child in front of him hugged his head and bowed obediently: "When we want to play football in the future, we must not use other people's heads to kick, but use our own heads!"

The key is not whether the ball is not the ball, but the head will be stupid if it is played like this, okay!

When he stretched out his hand, the other party took a step back subconsciously, holding his head tightly, and tremblingly said: "My lord, I won't do it again next time, don't eat me up; I'm still young, There is no power to eat."

While talking, he was choked up, sobbing and choking, and couldn't hear what the other party was talking at all.

In fact, they are still afraid of me...

Facing the worried eyes of the outsiders, I pulled the head out of the child's arms, and gently put it back on the other's neck.

"I... this seat will not eat you."

Besides, I can't speak.

"It's just that next time you are not allowed to steal other people's heads and play football in the street, it will cause trouble to others, you know?"

"Uh-huh."

The head that had just been placed had not yet been fixed in time, and it almost fell off again with the child's nodding, but fortunately, I helped it back quickly.

Wait, I just held a ghost head and gave it back... No, ghost, Ann went back!Not only that, but I touched a little more! ! !

What a horrible thing this is!

When I think about what just happened, I can't help getting goose bumps all over my body, and I wish I could go back and take a shower ten times.

But then again, do ghosts really have goosebumps?

"Thank you, Lord City Master." Holding the head in front of him, I don't know whose head it is, and the eyeballs are still rolling there.The child laughed innocently, although it seemed to me that his mouth was full of blood, and he grinned as if he was going to eat me:

"My lord, can I play football with you next time?"

Thinking of a person's head being kicked around, I still shudder, and it is difficult to overcome the difficulty in my heart.

"No, this seat is always empty."

That is to say, sleeping, dazed, and thinking about how to build a ghost town.

Oh, and by the way, study how to draw out the power in your body and use it.

"Ok."

Looking at the little head that was finally fixed and drooping, I suddenly couldn't bear it again.

The other party didn't seem so scary, he was just a playful kid who was rejected.

"However..." In front of all the ghosts, I still want to maintain the calmness of the lord of a city: "If you still want to, you can come and play while the hole is not repaired, and don't disturb others."

The ghostly aura on the other party seemed to have spirituality, and he looked very happy when he saw it; then he turned his head and smiled at me with an "innocent" smile, and the smile on the corner of my mouth couldn't help but hide.

Find a way to make them grow better!

The child holding the head overtook his companions, and then the children were muttering something, and after a while, no one could be seen.Originally, I thought that maybe I didn’t know where to go to play, so I sat in the pavilion for a while, and when I was about to meet in the hall, those children appeared again.

A group of ghost dolls stared at me with their bloodshot eyes, which at first glance looked like the kind of laser pointers they played with when they were young.After a long time of self-hypnosis, it doesn't look so scary anymore.

"My lord, can we stay and serve you?"

I could see that the dolls really wanted to put on a pleasing face to please me, but the face was too damaged, and the distorted expression looked even more terrifying.

"This seat does not accept child labor." I made up my mind and pulled away the sleeve that was being grabbed.

"We're so good, our parents say we're quick and talented." After that, the children blinked in confusion, and repeated "father and mother" several times in a childish voice.

How do they remember what their parents looked like, and how do those grown-ups remember their former lovers.For a moment, looking at them, there was an inexplicable softness in my heart.

He pretended to stare coldly at them several times, and when he found that they were not afraid, he snorted coldly: "In that case, when you enter my palace, you must not be as delicate as you were when you were alive. You all have to serve me."

A few children were smiling and tugging at my clothes, calling out "Master City Master" in a childish voice.

Forget it, poor to poor, it shouldn't be a problem to raise a few more children.

I may be the least dignified ghost town lord in history.

The author says:

Lovely ghosts: Lovely young lady, if you don’t collect starfish, we’ll go play football with you at night~!