C13 Ghost eating noodles

My mind drifted away, my eyes went blank, and my whole body began to stiffen. At this moment, there was a "pa" sound from my forehead. The Goddess stuck a talisman to my forehead and muttered some incantations. The pain jolted me awake.

"Brat, do you think that other than ghosts, you can be lazy?" The Goddess glared at me, her face full of malice.

Staring at her blankly, I kept feeling that something wasn't right. Just now, it was … Was he in the way of a female ghost? Very quickly, Goddess' mocking voice answered my doubts.

"All these years of studying was wasted. If it wasn't for the fact that my wife found out about it in time, who knows where you would have gotten lost?"

Ignoring the old woman's sarcasm, I stared hard at the spot where the ghost had disappeared. The night wind howled, as though a vicious curse was still lingering in the air, as if it would not stop until one of them was dead.

The price, the regret. Is this really just an illusion she used to bewitch me? I suddenly felt that the future that I had always longed for was filled with unpredictability and unfathomability. The cold air that came from the soles of my feet made me shiver.

Staring at the Goddess, he thought about it. He still forcefully swallowed the truth about the Yin Yang Eyes back down his throat.

...

In the drowsy night, two people were walking on the street. One of them was holding a gray cloth wrapped around a hemisphere. His expressionless face was hidden in the eerie moonlight, making him look especially frightening.

A drunken beggar curled up on a bench by the street, awakened by the smell of rotting nose and blood, and caught sight of the darkness seeping through the grey cloth. In an instant, their drunk bodies became unusually stiff, and they watched them leave without daring to breathe too loudly … It was only after the two of them had walked off for a very long time that they finally screamed "kill!" and ran away.

After a busy night, I was too sleepy to keep my eyes open. In order to avoid scaring people by dawn, he had to bring home the remaining half of the ghost girl's head. He kicked open the door of the Goddess Shop and threw his head on the table. He washed his hands and took off his jacket. Then, he fell asleep on the bed.

He had slept too deeply that night, so he didn't have any dreams.

The next day, I was woken up by the Goddess's harsh words, saying that she wouldn't even take away the red rope and the five emperors' money for being lazy.

I patted my head and remembered how tired I had been last night. However, from what he heard, that half of his head was still not completely gone?

Washing his face and clenching his teeth, he went to the main hall curiously. He saw that half of his head was weakly lying on the table. Although his unstable breathing could dissipate at any moment, he was still tenaciously surviving. I looked left and right and couldn't help clicking my tongue. This tenacity is not bad.

The Goddess was still human after all. When she woke me up, it was already noon, so I finally had a good rest. There was no one in the shop, and she was sitting in front of the TV, eating a bowl of noodles and watching the marquee, when she saw me coming out, and she ignored me.

Without a care in the world, I went into the kitchen and scooped up noodles and poured the food. I sat down at the table to watch the head of the dead man.

The only eye left on my head was looking at me weakly. It was deathly pale and stinky, but it was turning in a weird way. If a normal person saw it, they would definitely be scared to death.

The chopsticks rotated and the noodles were stuffed into my mouth. I glanced at it and asked, "What are you doing? Do you want to eat?"

Half of his face was drooling.

You don't even have a body, so why the f * ck are you eating? I despised it in my heart. I waved the noodles in front of its eyes, steaming hot, and then ate it with a hearty glee. His eyes wandered along with the noodles, then fell into my bowl and onto my mouth. I saw the malice in it.

After chuckling for a few times, I purposely took a circle with every bite. I ate a bowl of noodle soup for half an hour to the point where I was drooling from craving for it.

Unlike the proper Qing Dynasty ghoul, the clothes on its stump showed that it was a modern man, except that the style was a bit old, dozens of years ago at least.

So many years had passed, and he still died a miserable death. It was likely that no one remembered to pay tribute to him, so they naturally wouldn't be able to taste the delicacies of the mortal world. Its resentment had almost been scattered by the eight golden sealing arrays. Now that its mind was clear and bright, it naturally wanted to eat.

I deliberately teased him and brought him another bowl of noodles. I took out three pieces of noodles and lit them up. "Eat, then tell me about your origins."

Previously, when I was fighting with the wraiths, I said that if she wasn't scattered by the Red String of Fate and the Five Emperors, I would help her find out her identity and the truth of the matter.

He had only intended to tease it, but the moment it saw that it could eat food, it threw its head into the bowl like a hungry wolf. Half of its tongue was moving crazily, almost eating the entire bowl. Half a minute later he turned his head from the clean bowl and stared at me wistfully with his remaining eye.

Me: "…"

He tried so hard to look at its neck and mouth that he could not help but ask, "Where did you get the food?" To tell the truth, how could someone like him, who only had a head — or was it only a head — eat anything?

The other half of his head seemed to have been questioned as well. His eyeballs rolled as fast as they could, and he looked at his broken neck with an innocent look.

Taking his hair out of the bowl, I tossed the bowl into the corner of the kitchen and decided not to touch it for the rest of my life.

It was extremely difficult to find the true identity of a dead head from the fragmented memories. I asked for a long time before I managed to obtain a bit of useful information. For example, its name was Wang Lihua, and it was once married. As for who he married, when he married, when he died, and how he died, he had no impression at all.

"How can I help you?" Annoyed, I scratched my hair and stared at it for a while, but there was nothing to be gained. I decided to rest first and watch it with the old lady for a while.

Fortunately, I don't have to go to school on Saturday, or the teacher will complain to my parents again. Sighing, I had just sat down on the sofa when the old woman shot me a cold glance.

"Completed the mission?"

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well what he was doing.

"Low level, long time to death. The most effective way to deal with this kind of muddled memory is to revisit the place. " The old woman said slowly, her eyes never leaving the television set.

My eyes lit up and I immediately jumped off the sofa. That's right, if you lose your memory, you have to use something that can stimulate you to recover your memory. People are like this, ghosts are just another way of existence for people.

Looking at my excited expression, the old lady gave a disdainful snort. "If you have nothing to do, read more. How embarrassing."

I was very happy. I couldn't be bothered to bicker with an old man like her, whose menopause I don't even know how many years has passed. One of them took out a schoolbag and put half his head in it. I deliberately found a big black umbrella and left the shop with my schoolbag on my back.