Chapter 99: Tail Ship 17
Before I turned around, I heard a heart-wrenching cry.
In a store on the corner, a brown-haired man was pinned to the ground, half dead, crying, "Please! Only today, don't drive me away today. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, any time is fine, only today--!!!"
He raised his head with tears in his eyes, revealing a pair of eyes full of tears.
As if to confirm his miserable situation, the human face mark on his forehead pulled the corners of his mouth, and sadness soaked his face and penetrated his soul.
——His symbol is no longer a smiling face.
Everyone knew what this face, which represented pain and sorrow, meant. As if their eyes were burned, the onlookers all looked away at the same time.
But the sound of crying still came through as powerfully as if chiseling through a wall.
"Today is Theresa's birthday. I promised her that I would bring her the most delicious paper money cake when I get home." He glanced at the store door unwillingly. Those small cakes made of paper money were very popular with dead children. They were only available on this ship and in the ghost market.
But now he couldn't even step through the door... He could be dragged away, farther and farther away.
The child is getting further and further away from him... She doesn't understand anything yet. When I sent him away this morning, she was still asking when her father would come home.
Home?
How can a big cardboard box that others throw away be considered a home? The man had his face stepped on and felt even more desperate than when he died, with tears streaming down his face.
"It's time for you to figure out the situation!" Someone patted his face. "When did this mark appear? You should have rolled into despair a long time ago."
"Someone, drag him away!"
"Theresa! Theresa! My poor daughter!"
The cries echoed through the streets, but the onlookers were indifferent. After the farce ended, they returned to normal and continued to choose expensive goods. A female ghost who looked like a nanny hurriedly ordered small cakes for the young master at home. No one cared that there was a poor little girl on the boat.
She lost a cake on her birthday and also lost her father.
Drake: "This is what happens when you spend all your happiness. Poverty becomes your other face. You become a street rat here, and everyone wants to kill you."
He shook his head. “Poor Theresa, she never expected the afterlife to be so cruel.”
No wonder they had to do some camouflage before going out. Now the mark on his and Drake's faces is a smiley face that is so real that it can be mistaken for a fake one. Is this also considered a "□□" skill? From this point of view, the rebels do have some skills.
The man's cries gradually faded away, and the prosperous area returned to its previous calm. Jiang Yuelu looked at the security personnel who turned back in the distance, "Where will he be thrown to?"
"In the car. In the car that's being taken to a desolate place in the suburbs. That car is full of poor people."
"Can you bring him back?"
Derek was stunned for a moment, then grinned: "You want to save him?"
“A little.”
The fact that he couldn't bear it was secondary. The most important thing was that he wanted to try whether the rebels were really as capable as his father said.
Drake couldn't understand his evil heart. He still thought Jiang Yuelu was a kind and loving saint who only appeared once in eight hundred years. He agreed to this matter with the mood of watching a show. He picked up the cross on his neck and contacted someone remotely. After a while, he confidently said that everything was done.
"Done? So quickly?" He was a little surprised.
He had experienced complicated company relationships, and after the headquarters came to the branch unit, it was difficult for him to obtain any useful information from his subordinates. Drake was able to succeed quickly, which showed that the rebels had a wide intelligence network here and strong connections.
The most important thing is that it shows that Dad and his men’s tentacles have extended beyond the land of despair.
Drake said: "What is this!"
He wanted to recruit Jiang Yuelu, a promising talent, so he began to spread the word about the strength of their organization: "There is something that I probably shouldn't reveal to you in advance, but Dad trusts you very much, so... hey, I'll just say it straight."
"We have been dormant for many years. Soon we will strike back and make the enemy pay with blood." Drake revealed his evil nature for the first time, with a cruel smile on his face. "They will taste the sweetness of a second death."
It looks like they are about to take action soon.
I don’t know what kind of action it will take…
From a distance, they saw the father being brought over.
The haggard man obviously didn't know what was going on. Someone stuffed him into a broken car. When he was crying, someone else took him out and did something to his face.
Passing by the polished glass, he saw his own reflection.
And his face.
A bright smile bloomed, and he froze, stopped in his tracks, and couldn't believe it: "Satan, what on earth is this...what on earth is going on?"
"Yo, man."
The voice came along with the nimble figure, and a fluorescent pink shadow floated over and came in front of him like a dragonfly skimming the water.
As he spoke softly, an equally fresh pink headband fell on his gray shoulders.
"Don't speak too loudly, or your fake smile will slip away."
"Break free..." The man said in a trembling voice: "Is this fake?"
"May I have your name?"
“…Matthew.”
"Okay, Matthew, use your not-so-bright brain to figure out who else on this ship can save you from the captain's guards."
The man was stunned for a moment, "Resistance..."
"Hush, don't pronounce the name here. The sound of happy laughter will tarnish the spirit of resistance."
The man recalled the street legends he had heard before he was destitute. It was said that a carriage of bones was traveling in the land of despair. In the carriage sat an undead king named Dad, and he was driven by three loyal sons. The carriage was piled with bones, and there was also a skeleton with long blond hair and flaming red lips...
The carriages would appear in the dead of night to pick up the homeless.
It is said that in the minds of ghosts who suddenly turn into crying faces, the sound of slowly approaching wheels is the most auspicious.
And did he... also get this luck?
“Don’t be so quick to shed tears, man.” Drake gave up the seat behind him, and the man then realized that there was a ghost standing behind him. He had an ordinary face and dark eyes, as plain as a deer.
When he wasn't speaking, he had no sense of presence, but at this moment, he completely attracted Matthew's attention.
Because in his hand, he was holding the paper money cake that his daughter Theresa wanted to eat the most.
"Oh... this, this..." Matthew screamed uncontrollably, "Sir, can you sell these cakes to me? No matter how much happiness, I will--"
He suddenly remembered that the sign of happiness on his face was fake.
He simply couldn't afford such an expensive price.
"Happy birthday to your daughter." Jiang Yuelu put the string of the cake in his hand. The cold temperature of the ghost came through his fingers and penetrated deep into his heart. He looked at this father who died at an unknown time and place and shed hot tears. The tears shattered as soon as they overflowed from his eyes.
"Oh, oh! My God!" Derek exclaimed at the scene in front of him: "You actually shed tears, Matthew, this is amazing!"
“Tears…” Matthew also touched his eyes in surprise.
But after overflowing from their eye sockets, the water drops turned into powder mist, ethereal and hard to capture, just like the body they had condensed at this moment, which was also fake.
"Tears?"
Seeing Jiang Yuelu's confused expression, Drake frowned, "Isn't this obvious? We are ghosts, tears have nothing to do with us."
Unlike the ghosts who quietly go to reincarnate, the ghosts who stay in the ghost city are extremely paranoid and have strong love and hate. The vast majority of them are composed of intense love, hate and desire.
However, the emotions that make tears well up in their eyes are usually caused by intense breakdowns, so as ghosts, they avoid shedding tears to avoid unnecessary consumption.
The more Drake thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: "As long as we're in the ghost city, there's no ghost who doesn't know about this. Why do you act like you're seeing this for the first time?"
Jiang Yuelu said calmly: "Because I have never seen such shattering tears."
"But everyone's tears are the same as Matthew's. They will turn into air and cannot be retained. That's why we need to avoid unnecessary consumption. Tears are the least valuable things...unless--" Drake suddenly reacted.
A long time ago, his father told him that only the great ghosts above the rank of city master in the ghost city can control their tears. They can freely regulate the flow of emotions in their bodies.
Sincerely, deeply regretful, or passionately.
They are like selecting the thinnest silk thread on a luxurious fan, pulling it out bit by bit without affecting the overall beauty.
Round, sad tears, their tears were like that, not like Matthew's. Drake dared to say that if he kept crying, he would never see the moon again tomorrow.
"So... you've actually met the Lord?" Drake looked at Jiang Yuelu with admiration in his eyes, "I knew that there was a reason why Dad liked you."
"Not really... Never mind. Let's continue talking about him."
Poor Matthew, his tears had already dried up while they were talking, but he still felt like he was in a dream. How could two good things happen to each other?
Now he can celebrate his daughter's birthday with her and bring back her favorite cake.
Looking at Jiang Yuelu, his eyes were full of gratitude. Such a positive look made Drake beside him feel dazzled. He raised his hand to cover it with disgust: "Oh, don't act like a human! You have the potential of a ghost."
"Don't think too highly of yourself, Matthew. You just don't have to rush to the land of despair today, and you don't have to be like a fool who knows nothing. Go and say goodbye to your daughter as soon as possible, or get ready to take her with you to adventure into the desperate and miserable new world."
Derek patted him on the shoulder, "It's a pretty good place, actually."
"It's not so fake and hateful, and you don't have to be as tired as you are now."
Matthew didn't expect more. "Thank you..."
"Don't thank me yet, dear." Drake said affectionately, "I still need your help with something."
"What is it? If I can help, just tell me."
Drake was in no hurry to answer, but looked at Jiang Yuelu first.
His hair spiked high into the sky, just as unorthodox as his eyes at the moment, "Hey, Yan. I can answer your previous questions now."
Jiang Yuelu: "What's the question? Sorry, I asked you too many questions."
"About the connection between ghosts and happiness... the question that concerns you most."
"Where does the endless happiness on this ship come from?"
"You'll soon learn that happiness can be produced, manufactured, and even sold on the black market."
"It is a plaything for the rich and a luxury for the poor. Happiness is something so terrible and disgusting yet people still chase after it desperately."
Drake led them to the depths of a secluded alley, raising his hands as if it was the prelude to a carnival.
"You two, welcome to the most prosperous, happy, but also the most disgusting commercial district."
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