Chapter 126 Although Hua Hua's execution date has been set, it hasn't arrived yet; it will be next month. He Zhao…
Although Hua Hua's execution date has been set, it hasn't arrived yet; it will be next month. He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu will continue to set up their stall at night as usual.
In the meantime, they also told some regular customers about the tall guy. The Mud Ghost was quite saddened, feeling that all the ghosts she got along well with had already been reincarnated, and she inevitably felt a bit lonely. He Zhao said to her, "If all else fails, you should hurry up and be reincarnated too."
The mud ghost shook its head violently, even flicking mud off, and replied, "I don't want to! I don't want to be reincarnated! I want to stay here and eat delicious food every day! Besides, being a human is so hard, being a ghost is much better. I don't have to think about buying a house or a car or anything like that, it's much better than being a human."
Qiao Yanyu had no problem with the Mud Ghost, because the Yin energy on the Mud Ghost was very stable, not as much as that on the Stitching Water Ghost or the Tall Ghost. It was a very weak ghost and would not be affected by too much Yin energy, go down a path of no return, or affect other ordinary people.
Because the yin energy in their body is stable, they won't be unable to scatter their soul due to insufficient yin energy. They are the type who will be fine as long as they stay quietly.
As for the Mud Ghost, it's really fine. It was probably a homebody in life, and now that it's a ghost, it stays in the manhole cover near where it died, never looking out.
Even the most hostile faction probably wouldn't bother with such a ghost. Destroying it would waste several talismans; it would be better to use them against other evil spirits. But one day, this mud ghost suddenly appeared in front of the stall, leading a little girl.
This little girl was, without a doubt, a ghost. She wore a thin white dress and white sandals with small yellow flowers on her feet. Her face looked somewhat bewildered, as if she didn't know what was happening.
When He Zhao saw it, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Her first reaction was, "No way, such a young girl has become a ghost?!" It looked only five or six years old, maybe not even in elementary school yet. Such a young child... a ghost?!
He Zhao subconsciously recalled many horrific events, such as young girls being murdered by acquaintances or being violently killed by peers. There were countless news stories like this. Not long ago, He Zhao even saw a story about a beastly father who cruelly murdered his two children for his mistress.
It makes me sigh when I think about it.
These days, most parents are very protective of their children, so accidents are relatively rare. Therefore, if an accident does happen, it will definitely cause a huge uproar. As an excellent investigator, Qiao Yanyu is very familiar with the news in the city. The moment she saw the little girl, she frowned, took out her phone, and began searching.
But in her memory, she hadn't seen any cases like this recently. If a little girl had died because of these heinous incidents, she would remember it very vividly. Moreover, Qiao Yanyu had far more information than ordinary people or those who had memories. If she said no, then she really meant no.
After searching for a while, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Nothing."
The mud ghost was dissatisfied: "Then what is it? Poor thing, becoming a ghost at such a young age."
But He Zhao thought of the tall guy from before, not to mention there was a ready example here—the Mud Ghost. When a person dies and becomes a ghost, they may not necessarily maintain their appearance in life. It is possible for them to become completely different from their human self.
Out of caution, Qiao Yanyu still took a picture of the little girl, planning to look for information about her again when she got back. Besides those in the city, there were others in the surrounding areas; perhaps she had wandered over from another city.
He Zhao looked at the little girl ghost in front of him, feeling a bit of a headache. It seemed too clueless, even more so than when the old woman first came to the stall. Its big eyes were full of confusion, not knowing where it was, who it was, or what it was supposed to do.
If a ghost like that needs to eat, would it be able to afford money?
What if it can't produce the ghost? She can't expect He Zhao to pay for it for free, can she? He Zhao really doesn't want to do something like that. If it really is a little girl, she can pay, but what if the ghost is actually a woman or man in their forties or fifties? Wouldn't it be very awkward if she paid and then found out?
If I don't invite her, what if it really is a little girl who has turned into a ghost? Would I still be human then?
He Zhao was very conflicted, but the mud ghost holding the little girl ghost's hand was not conflicted at all. It had some kindness in it, and immediately raised its trident and promised: "Boss, give it a bowl of rice. It's on me. Don't worry."
The Mud Demon knew perfectly well how stingy He Zhao was; they'd known each other for a long time, how could the Mud Demon not know? While inwardly despising He Zhao, it gestured for the little girl ghost to sit down on the chair.
But the little girl ghost was really small and too short; even sitting on the chair, she couldn't reach the table.
"..." He Zhao paused for a moment, then took out a small stool and placed it under the little girl ghost's bottom. Luckily, it was a ghost, not a person.
If it were a real little girl, she probably wouldn't be able to sit steadily and might even fall. But it's just a ghost, light and weightless, perfect for sitting on.
He Zhao served two bowls of rice and placed them in front of the Mud Ghost and the Little Girl Ghost, telling them to eat first. The Mud Ghost picked up its chopsticks, ready to eat, but the Little Girl Ghost didn't know what to do. The Mud Ghost, unable to bear watching any longer, ran over and instructed it: "Hold the chopsticks and eat!"
"Eat..." the little girl ghost repeated, and seeing the mud ghost start eating, it followed suit.
He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu observed the little girl ghost, planning to try and find out what she had just eaten, which would help them confirm her identity. If she was truly a child of that age, her favorite foods wouldn't be the spicy wontons of the Mud Ghost, nor the cold pig's head salad of the Tall Ghost; they might even be small cakes or fried chicken.
But what the little ghost did next stunned He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu.
At first, it ate with chopsticks, poking at the food a few times, and then its face showed that satisfied and happy expression that He Zhao had become somewhat accustomed to. But after a few more pokes, it probably found eating with chopsticks a little uncomfortable, so it threw the chopsticks down and started poking at the food with its hands.
He reached into the bowl with both hands, grabbed the rice, and squeezed it tightly, making the rice roll in his palm. Then he made a fist, taking a bite from his left hand and a bite from his right hand, his expression of satisfaction becoming even more obvious.
Not only that, after it finishes eating, it will also lick its fingers.
Based on this action, the child ghost would probably still be seen as a child by the two of them. It's hard to imagine an adult eating something like this, and then licking their fingers at the end.
After watching for a while, the little ghost ate all the rice in the bowl, even licking it clean several times, leaving only a little bit of rice in his hand. Although the rice that He Zhao's stall collected at the end was always very clean, with almost no grains of rice sticking to the bowl, it was indeed rare to see it this clean.
The mud ghost paid with two 10-yuan ghost money bills, but didn't leave in a hurry, because the child ghost showed no sign of leaving either. Its eyes were still filled with confusion, but now they were bright and it was staring intently at He Zhao, as if it knew that the particularly delicious rice just now was made by the person in front of it.
"So delicious! So incredibly delicious!"
This was the first time the child ghost had opened its mouth, and the words it uttered were childlike and innocent. For a moment, even Qiao Yanyu felt that the child ghost in front of her must have been a child in its previous life.
It was also a very polite little ghost: "Thank you for giving me food."
"Ah...it's nothing." He Zhao touched her nose, even someone as thick-skinned as her felt a little embarrassed. Because—the one who actually treated the little devil to rice was right next to them.
After the child ghost thanked He Zhao, the mud ghost's face instantly conjured an expression of utter despair. It was that classic raccoon cat screaming emoji: eyes tightly closed, mouth wide open, ears pointing backward, and the words "Ah!!!" displayed below.
Although the Mud Ghost's yin energy hasn't increased much, its control over yin energy and its ghostly form has gradually become stronger. It can even create such vivid and lifelike emojis, which is truly remarkable.
After a while, the Mud Ghost realized that the Child Ghost was ignoring it completely, and muttered to itself, "It was all for nothing! All for nothing!" It was the one who arrived first, the one who knew the Child Ghost first, and the one who treated the Child Ghost to rice, yet the Child Ghost didn't thank it, but instead thanked He Zhao, that stingy little devil. How could the Mud Ghost tolerate this!
Just like when it ate the extra spicy rice before, those little black mud pearls fell out of its eyes one by one, and it cried so pitifully.
This mud ghost certainly caught the child ghost's attention. Turning around, it saw how pitiful the mud ghost was and immediately panicked. It stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, for a moment before remembering something, raising its little hand to pat the mud ghost's head: "Don't cry, don't cry, be good, be good, ah..."
Like all bewildered ghosts, the child ghost is currently confused and doesn't remember anything. Even his speech is halting. It would probably be difficult to get any information out of such a child ghost.
And now there's this mud ghost causing trouble, attracting the child ghost's attention, which is giving He Zhao an even bigger headache. For a moment, she had the illusion that she was a kindergarten teacher. The mud ghost is particularly stubborn; even after being soothed by the child ghost, it remained unconvinced and turned away, refusing to talk to the child ghost.
He Zhao rubbed his forehead, comforting himself: The Mud Ghost hasn't been a ghost for long either; it's still considered a baby among ghosts.
"Alright, why are you being so stubborn with a little kid? Does it even know what it means to treat someone to a meal? It probably doesn't even have a concept of money. In a few days, when it's clear-headed, it'll remember your kindness."
The mud ghost stopped crying, not because it had come to terms with it, but because it suddenly thought, "No way, I still have to treat it to a meal later, don't I?"
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