I suddenly felt a little sympathy for Sima Ming. He committed suicide for love, but no one took him seriously at all.
The next moment, I felt a little disgusted. It was shameful that a grown man, not bad looking, couldn't even win the heart of a silly little girl.
The clerk nodded in understanding: "Okay, okay, okay. Then you have to work harder. The sooner you complete your wish, the more likely it is to come true."
Siming curled his lips awkwardly and walked away holding his cotton jacket.
Outside, the Ghost Street guards arrived late. They were made up of some ghosts that didn't look very powerful and looked very unprofessional.
It took a lot of effort to defeat the evil ghost.
The crowd relaxed, gathered in groups of three or five, and mingled together to discuss.
Siming looked at the guards walking away and couldn't help but question the patience of Ghost Street.
The ghost street recorded in the data is a place where even the ghost king dare not be presumptuous.
Here, all ghosts and monsters will be supervised and suppressed by invisible forces.
But no, a small evil spirit caused chaos. There was no suppression at all, no kneeling system, and there was not even a professional store guard team.
Siming looked to the side and saw the ghost from Ghost Street. He walked over and said, "Senior, has it always been like this here?"
The old man was wearing a neat Zhongshan suit and sitting on a bench outside the store, looking calm and composed.
It seems out of place among the restless group of ghosts.
The old man turned his head and his eyes fell on Siming and Mian'ao.
After a few breaths of silence, he spoke: "It's not like that. It used to be peaceful and safe here."
"Probably..."
The old man paused, but said nothing more.
Sima Ming raised his eyebrows but didn't ask any further questions.
"How long have you been here, Senior?"
The old man thought about it seriously and said, "I don't remember. It seems like a long time ago. When I came here, I was still a young boy. Now, I am already very old."
The long sigh makes people feel sad.
Siming was surprised: "How can a ghost grow old?"
Ghosts will retain their appearance at the time of death and cannot grow old like living people.
Anyway, Siming had never seen or heard of it, so he was very surprised.
The old man smiled and said, "Yeah, I find it strange too. Other ghosts don't age, only me."
Siming asked again: "What is your wish for coming here, senior?"
"Waiting for someone."
"Waiting for whom?"
"I forgot."
Sima Ming...
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