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[Inside the Eternal Life Society]
As a result, the meeting never took place.
A few strange-looking guys came one after another, but when they found that the president was not there, they dispersed one after another.
The few remaining ones just gathered together to brag and build relationships. A few undead led by Mr. 886 even brought the president's chair over and started a poker game with "one hundred living tongues" as the stakes.
During this period, they also tried to recruit Miss W to join them, but she was not an undead who could keep up with the new trends, but just an old woman in a semi-resurrected state.
After all, mahjong had not even been invented when she died.
"What the hell? It's already this day and age," a little ghost girl with sewing needles stuck in her hair said, "Pah!" while holding a deck of playing cards. "And there's still this old-fashioned old lady. Pah! As a ghost, she can't even play mahjong. How can she be so ashamed to be a ghost?"
Ms. W: “…”
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Is this organization really irrelevant?
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Moreover, although I don’t know how to do it, I learned various gambling games very quickly when I was alive.
As long as you understand the rules and sit down at the card table, no one can beat me, your sister.
Don't underestimate this talented woman who was once famous in the imperial capital.
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...As a result, those who played cards played cards, and those who left early left early. After a while, most of the people had left.
Eternal Life Society.
It's an important meeting but it's so casual. It's a high-level meeting but no one seems serious.
No, it's not so much an "organization" as it is a bunch of demons and monsters gathered together under the banner of "eternal life", each with their own ulterior motives...
Oh.
Even so, you still want to [kill the Banshee]?
Miss W suppressed the coldness in her eyes and adjusted herself to a sufficiently graceful smile.
Unlike that nasty, vicious dog, she acted gentle and harmless, not to seduce others.
During the time she had lived, her gentle demeanor was her armor and her weapon.
- After all, unlike her lovely sister, she doesn't have the ability to shatter a wall with one punch, nor can she pull out a giant scythe from her own shadow.
She was just an ordinary human being who had worked hard, struggled, lived happily, and finally died happily.
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…If my sister knew that this organization had forcibly awakened her from her long sleep and was planning to completely turn her into a wandering undead, she would definitely be furious.
A vague image in her memory flashed through her mind, and Miss W's fingers trembled slightly.
We need to hurry up and finish this before my sister notices.
So, Miss W sat alone in the corner of the conference room, quietly noting in her mind the guys who came and left one after another.
She planned to contact that guy again tonight to compare information with each other to see if she could find the world boss he was familiar with.
Although I am annoyed by the vicious dog who covets my precious sister, it is undeniable that he is indeed very useful.
"It seems that the president will not come."
Suddenly, a man in a white robe stood up at the other end of the conference table.
He stayed almost until the end, and he had been sitting quietly and silent before, but now he seemed to have lost his patience.
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——He tried to stroll over and join the card game of those unruly guys, but he was ostracized by the undead because he didn't know how to play. After muttering something like "My brother can beat you guys at playing poker", he completely lost his patience.
……Um.
It's not fun in every sense of the word.
And even though she was sitting at the farthest distance, she could still hear him repeatedly stating his identity as "brother, brother". What a crazy brother complex.
Isn't she still breastfeeding? At this age, she still keeps talking about "brother". Unlike her, she only emphasizes her cute sister.
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...Miss W, who was just as bad as her, once again cast a contemptuous look at the man in white robe.
The latter, who was about to leave, pushed his chair back to its original position and straightened his white robe. As he moved, he seemed to meet the eyes of Miss W who was secretly observing him.
"What are you looking at?"
The man in the white robe said coldly, "Do you need me to dig out your eyeballs?"
Ms. W: “…”
Miss W used the composure she had developed from years of dealing with suitors to maintain a gentle smile on her face.
She knows how to use her smile as a weapon—especially against the trashy men she hates so much. Her smile is the weapon that can disgust them to the greatest extent.
The only exception was Mr. P. When she smiled at him, he could smile back. The two smiling faces confronted each other for a long time. Finally, they both realized that this would be a stalemate even after a thousand years, so they both chose to change the subject.
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But the man in white robe obviously didn't have the ability to smile at others.
Facing Miss W's gentle and graceful smile, he frowned and was indeed disgusted.
At that moment, the disgust revealed in those blue eyes almost turned into an invisible sharp cone, passing through half of the conference room and piercing her eyeballs.
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Ms. W: ...Ah.
Being stared at by eyes filled with such strong hatred, she finally realized something and was a little surprised.
no the same.
His eyes...his behavior...compared to that guy...all seem too simple.
Same eye color.
It should be the same shallow sea.
But she couldn't understand the look in the vicious dog's eyes and the emotions it conveyed.
——Even though she was surrounded by various suitors on a daily basis, and even though she could quickly become familiar with a newly invented gambling game, Miss W could not understand what was in Mr. P's eyes.
More dangerous than gambling, more false than cards.
As if hiding an extremely precise calculation...
It was as if nothing was happening, except that the fisherman cast an empty net into the clear shallow sea, without any expectation of a successful catch.
...Miss W can't figure it out.
She could only rely on her instinctive love for her sister and subconsciously become alert and disgusted.
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But this is exactly what fascinates Miss M.
The more dangerous Miss W felt, the more she wanted to take her sister away and protect her tightly. The more curious and excited Miss M became, and she couldn't wait to rush into the guy's arms to find out what was going on.
…Ah, her stupid sister.
You are being seduced by a bad guy without knowing it. God knows what you will encounter if you really rush into the trap set by that vicious dog.
My sister couldn't even figure out whether this vicious dog was still attached to you or was harboring a deep hatred and wanted to take revenge on you.
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The dangers in this world are far more than just bloodshed, fighting, and obvious scars.
That might be an emotion... a heart... that you have never experienced, never touched, and know nothing about...
Once an ignorant heart falls into a trap, no matter how many times the sickle hits it, it cannot be saved.
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Danger.
Mr. P is the most dangerous man Miss W has ever seen, and she is sure that her stupid sister cannot handle this man.
But this man in white robe...eh...
So simple.
So straightforward.
She had actually… almost grasped his emotions and behavior with just a few glances… Huh? That simple?
Miss W blinked in surprise, and looked at him more intently.
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If we don't discuss the actions of these two guys - the maintenance department employees who are dedicated to saving the living and protecting the dead are undoubtedly righteous and kind, and this white-robed man who is a high-ranking member of a behind-the-scenes organization that is full of evil and gambles with the tongues of living people is definitely shameless and evil - but, if we simply judge by their eyes -
Compared to Mr. P, this little devil in white robe is more in line with the definition of "angel".
Straightforward and pure, she saw through it at a glance.
There's even an illusion that "light blue should be this simple, the P eyes look so fake and unreal."
...Hmm? What's going on?
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The man in white robe couldn't stand it anymore.
Miss W's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable.
Sure enough, no matter what expression a woman with this face makes, she is a scum.
The one who stole my brother's things... and then discarded them like a piece of trash... scum.
But, in the end, the man in white robe suppressed the strong feeling of nausea.
He had to prepare for meeting his brother in the next world, and also plan a gift for his fiftieth anniversary. He had no time to waste here with scum.
Without a word, he pulled up his hood, once again hiding his instantly recognizable blond hair.
Turn around and leave.
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"...How strange. He looks..."
Miss W looked at his departing figure, and something suddenly flashed through her mind - could it be that even the eyes that the vicious dog showed them were not real eyes - not the real light blue, but -
"Yeah, that's weird."
The seat next to her was suddenly pulled open.
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"I didn't know you liked the blonde type now."
Ms. W: Tsk.
She turned her head and saw Mr. 886 sitting next to her, looking at her with his eyes narrowed and his cheek in his hand.
"Weren't you a black-haired, black-eyed troll in the past? Well... you even kicked out a foreigner who was courting you because his blond hair was blinding you."
He leaned closer and touched his chin. "That shouldn't be the case... Your black hair and black eyes are very aesthetically pleasing... Hmm, could it be that when you saw the white robe, you thought of someone else who looked just like him..."
Mr. 886 whistled.
"You've been semi-imprisoned here since the president resurrected you, and yet you managed to contact P from the terrifying Maintenance Department?"
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"Yes, ma'am. Very clever."
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...If she had known this day would come, she should have chosen the owner of the silver shop next to the gold shop when she got married.
At that time, we carefully selected someone, who was sickly and weak, and the type who was obviously addicted to alcohol and sex and wanted to be dissolute even when he was about to die.
...The owner of the jewelry store might be a bit stronger, and might be less likely to die early, but compared to this guy in front of me...
The owner of the jewelry store is so stupid.
Not very smart, very calculating.
This guy who rose to fame in just a few years and made a lot of gold bars... is extremely smart.
The type that is not easy to fool.
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"Are you tired of me being too clever and hard to fool now?" Mr. 886 sighed. "If I didn't have a bit of brains, I wouldn't be able to earn enough gold bars for my wife to last a lifetime."
"How long will you continue to study this?"
Miss W's face fell a little. It was really awful to have to deal with her ex-husband after finally passing away peacefully. "It's as if I've deceived you. But in fact, before we became husband and wife, we clearly said..."
"Ah, I understand. It's just business. We made a very successful deal, and I really don't have any complaints."
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Mr. 886 looked at her. She was still gentle and virtuous, with a beautiful and eye-catching appearance.
Back then, there was a famous courtesan in the imperial capital, with a gorgeous skirt and a white camellia on her head.
The flower-branch hairpin on her bun swayed with every step, attracting many people's attention.
As long as you meet her once, you will become her pursuer; if you meet her a second time, your heart will fall in love with her.
In that world, in that era, almost all men had heard her name and longed for her presence.
...But, it was a pity or not. When he met her, this woman no longer lived in the imperial capital, nor was she the peerless courtesan.
She still had many suitors and still possessed a beautiful and charming demeanor, but she was content to live in the small courtyard of an old antique dealer, playing the erhu in the teahouse from nine in the morning to six in the evening, wearing her plain green skirt.
Many men pointed at the woman playing the erhu in the teahouse and sighed to him, saying, "Do you know, she was once a famous courtesan in the imperial capital, but now she just plays the erhu next to Uncle Wang who sells tea with a plain face, and at noon she even shows off three or two fried leek dumplings with garlic in the dumpling restaurant next door in front of everyone."
What a pity, oh, what a pity.
She was once a courtesan, but now she eats leeks with garlic.
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But Mr. 886 didn't see what those superficial men saw.
Beauty? Talent? Or the feeling of a beautiful woman eating garlic?
……No.
He only saw business opportunities.
A peerless beauty who was once famous in the imperial capital and rumored to be on par with princes and nobles, actually withdrew completely from that era, that city, and that place of fireworks.
Free of pain and untainted by dust.
Still with bright eyes and beautiful posture, she eats dumplings and plays the erhu leisurely, living her life happily and peacefully, choosing her marriage partner from among her high-quality suitors, and holding a brilliant and pure desire for marriage, family affection and children.
She was not affected by any of the shadows of that city.
——So, what kind of terrifying skills does this woman have, and what kind of meticulous planning does she have?
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Mr. 886 was a very smart businessman. He knew that no one could escape from that city unscathed.
No one.
Not to mention putting him in the position of an Oiran, even if he were put in the position of a peddler or a street vendor... it would be impossible, absolutely impossible for him to come back from that city intact.
Therefore, this woman... must be an unprecedented and extremely intelligent power-grabber.
He was just a small gold shop owner, from an ordinary family, but he desperately wanted to squeeze into that once prosperous city. He wanted to get to know those princes and nobles, so...
So Mr. 886 went to ask her to marry him.
There was no pursuit, no boasting of one's intentions, just sending large gold bars in carts, and then writing one's transaction request carefully at the bottom of the gold ingots.
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So she married him.
It's not out of love, not out of pity, it's just a desire for money and power.
It was a very simple deal, written in black and white, very simple.
After marriage, both parties were very satisfied.
With a woman of such status as his wife, his channels became more and more numerous, his business grew bigger and bigger, he squeezed into the circle of the rich and powerful, and entered the class he had always dreamed of. Moreover, his wife did not care whether he came home or not or whether he was living a life of debauchery. He lived a freer and more carefree life than before marriage.
With such a rich and concise man as her husband, her life is almost the same as before marriage. After all, that guy is a businessman who loves business and is out all day long. The way he communicates with her is to send her gold bars. He doesn't care how she spends or how much she spends, nor does he care whether she has a lover.
Of course, Miss W didn't want to support her lover. At that time, she was devoted to supporting her younger sister. When her younger sister went to work, she would pick up beggars on the street to support her. Occasionally, on a whim, she would go to the temple to burn incense, hoping that her background husband would die soon so that she could inherit all his gold bars.
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Later on, Mr. 886 did die early, and Miss W did inherit a lot of gold bars.
After all, no matter how much someone plans, they cannot predict their own lifespan.
He was still unwilling to die, and his eyes almost popped out as he looked at his wife who was happily eating pork ribs in front of his sickbed.
I regret it very much.
If he had known that he would die so early, he would not have gone out to play with other girls. Instead, he would have come back to cultivate his relationship with his beautiful wife and have a son to leave behind.
...But he didn't regret it much. After all, their deal was done, and he did enjoy wealth and freedom before his death, fulfilling a dream he hadn't dared to imagine a year ago.
Moreover, he really didn't have any romantic feelings for her.
This woman was too distant and mysterious. No matter her methods, her past, or her smile, they were all the moon in the sky that he could not reach.
He is a smart businessman. Smart businessmen never take risks or gamble, nor do they have any desperate paranoia.
The first time he saw her playing the erhu with her head down in the teahouse, he knew—
Being her business partner would have the best outcome.
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And Miss W is really loyal. Even many years after his death, she never remarried.
Although they were partners, she was known as the affectionate widow at that time.
...Although, after becoming a ghost, he thought about it for a long time and realized that this woman was just not interested in love and was not interested in being a widow to him at all.
Miss W just spent her gold bars with peace of mind, entertained her adopted sons and daughters, and then her adopted sons and daughters competed to be filial to her and entertained her grandchildren.
As the story went on, she became a happy and beautiful old lady. One day, she fell asleep under a maple tree while fanning herself.
What she has always wanted is family and kinship, which she doesn't need to rely on men to get. She can slowly build it up and get it by herself.
I married him just to get the best material foundation in the most convenient way.
...After figuring it out, he was neither angry nor frustrated.
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It can't be considered as being exploited.
Because before marrying him, Miss W made it clear and explicit.
What she could give him, she would not give him.
And before marrying her, he had explained everything to her clearly and plainly.
...They are all smart people, and they would never casually use "like" or "love" to make up lies.
——Simple transactions, peaceful life, this extremely intelligent woman who lived a fulfilling life.
After becoming a dead soul, wandering in the long river of time, he thought of her many, many times.
He never met such a unique woman again.
He... even if he gradually became an evil spirit, even if he gradually immersed himself in all kinds of transactions and power... he began to climb up again, endlessly craving more power and wealth, just like in his life...
but.
Only.
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This woman, his "wife" during his lifetime.
He never thought of disturbing her sleep.
Everyone who knew her would understand how lucky and wonderful it was for her to have such a fulfilling life and grow old so happily.
Everyone who knew her didn't want to disturb her.
——So, he never thought that one day, he would meet this woman again as the undead "Mr. 886".
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In an organization filled with malicious intent, she watched helplessly as the president pulled her out of the grave, resurrected her, and semi-imprisoned her.
he……
Mr. 886 closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again, his face revealing a cunning look typical of a businessman.
"I know what you want to do, and I know what you want. Message from the President, right?"
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"How about making another deal with me?"
The merchant's expression was exactly the same as before: "Tell me what ingenious method you used to escape from that city back then... I'll tell you everything I know about the Eternal Life Society."
Miss W raised her eyebrows.
What methods were used back then?
...Ha, this guy, has he always thought that I am so scheming and unfathomable, and so awesome that I can escape from that place unscathed just by relying on my intelligence?
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How is that possible?
She is just a beautiful singer who loves playing the erhu, doesn't like reading, and longs to raise a bunch of children.
If you want to know why... you can escape unscathed without getting stained by the dust...
[Hey. Human. Make me some soup and rice.]
【A bowl of soup with rice, I will protect you for life. 】
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Miss W looked back at the empty conference room, and then at Mr. 886, whose eyes were intriguing.
"Sorry. This is still a secret. I'm not interested in making this deal."
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——Because, that was her dearest sister.
Born from the shadows, holding an umbrella for her, pinning flowers for her, dressing her up, and holding a knife for her.
It was the most powerful shadow and also her most gentle guardian.
In the end, he protected her from that world, that era, and that twisted city. From beginning to end, he protected her tightly and protected her very, very well.
So, no matter what others say, she will say that her sister is the kindest and cutest.
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Her favorite and cutest sister.
…if, if…
I am truly connected to you by blood, I truly share the same lifespan as you, I truly grew up and grew old with you...
How nice it would be.
How nice.
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