La tumba de Qin Shi Huang

Capítulo 6

It was only then that I realized Luo Yi was a good person. Putting aside his superstar status, without so many people pampering him, without the spotlight following his every move, he was inherently a good-tempered and easy-going person. But at the same time, he was just a good actor; he only acted according to the script, followed the director's instructions, lacking explosiveness, imagination, and creativity. Therefore, he could only rely on me, not on his own abilities, to leave. The moment I stopped, he was helpless.

This incident caused me to lose my enthusiasm for work, and I didn't take on any cases for a long time. The ghosts were getting impatient, but they didn't dare offend me, so several fights broke out behind my back. As for arguments, they happened constantly. Luo Yi was driven crazy by their noise, and he would sometimes yell at them and sometimes raise his fist to scare them. The once-powerful Luo Tianwang had become the head of the maintenance committee here.

Finally, the old woman couldn't wait any longer. She had been waiting for me all this time, until the weekend and the Golden Week holiday were over. She was getting impatient and came up to me, curtsied, and said, "Young lady, you are the first person in history to have such an extraordinary encounter. You are pregnant, and I have never seen anything like it here before. This shows that you are extraordinary. You came here for this reason, perhaps there is some other mystery behind it. I am dull and cannot understand it, but the Hermit of Willow Spring said that you will be able to leave soon. That is the time to unravel the mystery. Do as he says, and the sooner you achieve it, the sooner you will be free. Wouldn't that benefit everyone? If you stay here, when your ten months of pregnancy are over, are you going to give birth to the child here?"

I was completely bewildered by her words and asked, "Do I really still have a child? I'm just a ghost, how could I possibly nourish a child with my life essence? Isn't this just my delusions? I must have known I was pregnant when I died, so I couldn't bear to leave, just to preserve a little bit of his flesh and blood. But isn't that just a mother's obsession? A mother would give up anything for her child. I couldn't bear to leave him when I died, so I'm still here thinking of him. If I'm reincarnated as someone else's child, then my own child will be completely gone. I'm just a ghost now, this is just my obsession. I couldn't possibly be pregnant for ten months and give birth to a ghost son, could I?"

The mother-in-law said, "Is there anything impossible in this world?"

Thinking about it, it's true. What is impossible in this world? When I was a human, I never imagined that such a ghost realm existed. I never imagined that I would become a ghost, and even a wise man, to enlighten those ancient legendary figures. I myself am about to become a legend, so a few more miracles are nothing.

My mother-in-law held my hand and said, "Girl, don't linger here any longer. You have unfulfilled wishes, and your child is due to be born. You can't wait any longer. The yin energy here is too strong, which is not good for you or your child."

Her words were a wake-up call. Yes, if there are unfulfilled wishes, then leave this place and go fulfill them quickly. What's the point of wasting time here? I roused myself and asked, "Then why didn't you go to the Meng Po Tea House for tea?"

When I asked her a question, my mother-in-law suddenly lowered her head and smiled, a hint of shyness appearing on her face. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to her teenage years, when she was moved by a young boy. My mother-in-law said, "I've been waiting for someone here for so long that I've forgotten his name and what he looks like. I only remember that we promised each other that even if we died, we would wait for each other, and be reborn hand in hand. If we couldn't be together in this life, if we had to be separated, then in the next life, we would be together again."

I was deeply moved. There are countless kinds of love in the world, and all kinds of love have happened. Some people experience it firsthand, some record it in writing, some tell it as a legend, and some listen to it.

I was the listener. I asked her, "So, what's your own name?"

The old woman smiled sadly and said, "I forgot. I've waited too long and forgotten everything."

My heart ached, I felt a pang of sympathy. Hadn't I forgotten everything too? I didn't remember who I was, who my parents were, who my lover was, I didn't even remember having a child. I asked her, "Then what do you remember? Just a little bit."

My mother-in-law released my hand, turned her head to gaze into the distance. In the mist, her figure was as slender as a young girl's, her back to me, her hands clasped to her chest, her head slightly tilted back, looking at the hope of her life. She remained in that position for a long time, without turning back, like a statue. For a very long time, she remained motionless, so long that I grew tired of looking at her, yet she still gazed at me like that.

Luo Yi asked me in a low voice, "Who is she?"

I shook my head and said, "To have her love, wouldn't it be worth dying for? What kind of person would abandon their young lover, leave their hometown, go to a bustling metropolis to make a living, and then never return, leaving her to wait like this forever? It's just that this kind of thing has been repeated from ancient times to the present, and it has never stopped."

Luo Yi said, "A man's ambition lies in all corners of the world. How can he stay at home and not go out to make a name for himself?"

I said with dissatisfaction, "Then write a letter home! Making people wait like this, until they die, and even after they die, they're still waiting. Look at her, she must be standing here forever, on the hilltop in her hometown, looking back at the road she came from, waiting for that person to appear."

Luo Yi said, "Isn't this just turning into a legend about that stone?"

A thought struck me, and I recited aloud: "Where I gazed for my husband, the river flowed on and on, I turned to stone, never to look back. Day after day, wind and rain lashed the mountain peak, and the stone seemed to speak to the returning traveler."

She was startled by his words and turned around to reply, "You're back?"

I gave Luo Yi a nudge, and this big star immediately displayed his natural talent as an actor, softly replying, "Yes, I'm back."

Her smile blossomed into a beautiful smile, and her appearance instantly became stunning. Although wrinkles still clung to her face, they did not diminish her delicate features. She took a step forward and reached out to touch Luo Yi's hand. Luo Yi also reached out his hand, and just as their fingertips were about to touch, she vanished into thin air before our very eyes.

Just as I was happy for her, Luo Yi reached out and grabbed my hand, saying, "It's our turn."

Meng Po Teahouse by the Blackwater River

I was both surprised and delighted, and quickly grasped Luo Yi's hand, following him as we rode the wind. Occasionally, we could see the sash of the Waiting-for-Husband Stone Granny fluttering ahead, so we must not have gone astray. I glanced at Luo Yi, and he glanced at me, and we smiled at each other.

Oh, Heavenly King Luo, relying on others is ultimately futile; in the end, we all have to rely on ourselves. How does the Internationale go? There has never been a savior, nor do we rely on gods or emperors; to create human liberation, we must rely entirely on ourselves. If he hadn't had a stroke of genius, staging that wonderful play of "The Traveler Returns, the Stone Responds," how could he have made it? He helped others, and in doing so, he gained his share, allowing him to leave that desolate, hopeless city and journey with me to the Terrace of Longing for Home. If he hadn't been a seasoned actor with superb acting skills, how could those other people from all walks of life have so easily convinced the old woman on the Waiting-for-Husband Stone that the person she was waiting for had returned? It's clear that everyone's fate is predetermined. There is no effect without a cause.

Liezi rode the wind, moving swiftly and gracefully, returning after fifteen days. We had no one else with a stopwatch to keep track, so we don't know how long we drifted along. Finally, the fog thinned and light brightened ahead, as if we had entered another world. Just as we were filled with joy, we suddenly stopped, as if the automatic conveyor belt beneath our feet had reached its end. We halted abruptly and almost tripped.

Pulling each other to stand still, they looked around and wow, what a lively scene! A line of people was lining up on a bridge not far away, all with indifferent expressions. Below the bridge, the black water murmured, swirling everywhere. Truly, it was a place of eight hundred miles of quicksand, three thousand miles of deep, weak water. Even a goose feather couldn't float, and reeds would sink to the bottom.

Beside the bridge stood a thatched hut, where an old woman was pouring tea. Outside the hut were newly arrived ghosts waiting to drink tea. Some were crying, some were cursing, some were clean, and some were covered in blood. I had just come from that misty, gray place, and at first glance, seeing so many ghosts noisily drinking tea made me feel uncomfortable, so I didn't squeeze in to grab a bowl of Meng's Forget-Me-Not Water.

I once thought that if I could return here, I would grab a bowl of tea without a care in the world and drink it, hoping to be reincarnated sooner and start anew. That place is too desolate and absurd; leaving it would be the best possible outcome, and I wouldn't care about anything else. Who I was in life, what things I couldn't let go of even as a ghost—I won't concern myself with any of that anymore. The past is gone, and there's no need to dwell on it.

But now that I can go, I'm hesitant.

I'm not alone; I have a child. This child occupies my heart and soul; I wouldn't rest easy even if he died. How can I just leave like this? I stayed in that place for so long, wasn't it all for him? Now that I've finally escaped, am I just going to give up like this? I don't want to give up, but what can I do?

I stopped about three zhang away from the teahouse, unable to move.

Luo Yi pulled me back, and seeing that I wouldn't leave, she asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Why aren't you going yet?"

I hesitated and stammered, "Brother, if I go, won't my child be lost?"

Luo Yi sighed and shook her head, saying, "So you really think you have a fetus inside you? Why don't you understand that it's just an illusion? How can a ghost like you get pregnant and give birth?"

I argued, "But look at my body, hasn't it changed? And look at my hair," I pulled at my straight hair, which was only past my shoulders at first, but now it's quite long. "This can't be fake, can it? How come your hair hasn't grown at all?"

He glared at me angrily and asked, "So what are you planning to do? It's either stay or leave. You just came back from there, do you want to go back again?"

I hurriedly waved my hands and said, "No, no, no, I don't want to go back, but I don't want to move forward either. I want to..." What do I want to do? It's already too obvious, but I don't dare say it out loud, afraid he'll say I'm delusional. But isn't my whole experience the result of my delusion?

"What do you want? Huh? Do you want to go back to the human world and take a look?" Luo Yi asked bluntly, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I said firmly, “Yes, I want to go back to the human world. I came from there, and my soul came from there too. My child, without a doubt, was born at the time of my death. I refused to reincarnate for him, and I almost became a ghost for him. Why should I give up? I have already experienced the cycle of life. What else can't I accept? Brother, I must exist in a very strange form. My soul is a mirror, reflecting the reality of that existence. This existence is real. I am breathing, I am gestating, I have a child to support, and my hair is growing. I cannot let him die for my life. Brother, you go. I will not go sightseeing or drinking tea. I will find a way to return to my former life. I will definitely go back. I have enlightened so many people, saved a life, which is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I have saved so many desperate ghosts. How many pagodas should I have built? I am a miracle. Aren't I an auspicious omen? Aren't I a unique cabbage? Others can't, but I can.”

I started rambling again, and once I started, I just couldn't stop. I only stopped myself when I saw Luo Yi's expression. I still had a lot to say, but my mind was made up. I took off the suit jacket I was wearing and handed it back to Luo Yi. "Brother, you can go now. I won't hold you back. You're different from me. You have nothing to hold you back. The sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be free."

Seeing my reaction, Luo Yi knew he couldn't persuade me otherwise, so he gave up. He took the suit jacket, put it on, shook my hand, and said, "Take care of yourself. I can't be with you anymore."

I nodded and said, "Brother, thank you for taking such good care of me all this way. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to leave so quickly."

Luo Yi said, "Then I must thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be able to leave."

I smiled and said, "We're partners, we can't do without each other. Well then, goodbye."

Luo Yi nodded, let go of my hand, turned and walked towards the Meng family teahouse, joining the last person in the tea-drinking queue.

I looked around, not knowing how to get back to the human world. I couldn't see any of the legendary Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and I didn't know where the legendary King Yama was working. Apart from thatched huts, stone bridges, and the Blackwater River, there was no sign of any temples or pavilions. Where could I find a wise person who could guide me?

I fixed my eyes on Meng Po. She was the only employee here, and she could surely show me the way. I crawled into the thatched hut, stood beside Meng Po, bowed, and asked, "Grandma, I have unfinished business in the human world, but I don't know how to get back. Please guide me."

Meng Po remained silent, but the ghosts drinking tea spoke up. Some said, "No cutting in line." Others said, "Get in line at the back." Some said, "Stop trying to get close." Some said, "Who doesn't have things on their mind? I still have hundreds of thousands hidden in a rat hole that nobody knows about. Sigh, if I had known I would die so young, I should have taken out the money and spent it. I should have gone to Japan to see AV actresses, to Thailand to see ladyboys, to Macau to gamble, and to Hong Kong to buy bags and clothes with a girl."

"Look at your pathetic self," he said. "AV actresses, Thai ladyboys—this male ghost must have been a sleazy man in his past life. For him to say such things in front of a girl is utterly ridiculous. In ancient times, people wouldn't be able to distinguish my gender, but modern people are different. If you can't recognize me in this robe, you're just blind." I don't need to be polite to this kind of person. I yelled, "Just a few hundred thousand, and you want to gamble it all? Macau? If you're going to brag, at least choose something impressive! Macau is nothing! Since you're just bragging, go for the biggest 'boast.' Why don't you say Monte Carlo?"

A ghost nearby chimed in, "Exactly! Las Vegas is beneath them, let alone Macau." The ghosts burst into laughter. The ghost, enraged, retorted, "You little brat, you've got a sharp tongue. I have hundreds of thousands stuffed into a rat hole. How much do you have?"

They've cursed that girl to death, and he's still a pervert? Bah! I have nothing, but I can't lose to him. I sneered, "A few hundred thousand is only enough for me to play mahjong once. If I win with a Thirteen Orphans hand, a concealed hand with flowers, and then a self-draw, you'll lose so much you'll have to crawl through a mouse hole." Hmph, back when I played mahjong on Lianzhong, I was a top-tier player; I never cared about winning or losing.

The ghosts were overjoyed, watching the two of us bicker and compete in wealth. The area in front of Meng Po's teahouse, which had been a scene of utter desolation, was transformed into a veritable happy camp by our antics. The lewd male ghost was so angry he tried to rush out of the group to attack me, but was immediately stopped by the other ghosts. One ghost said, "You're a grown man, well over forty, why are you arguing with a little girl? You're already dead, what's there to be upset about? Hurry up and drink your tea and leave."

The ghost was groaning and muttering something unsettling, which made the other ghosts frown. I was annoyed and raised my eyebrows, about to speak up, when someone who had been angry with me stood up from the group and said to the lewd man, "You're so old, it's too much for you to bully a young lady like this. Apologize to this lady right now."

I turned to him and smiled, "Brother, it's alright, I'm not afraid of him. You can go ahead and do whatever you want, I'm going to make a big scene, until the supervisor comes out, I have questions for him."

Luo Yi laughed and said, "So that's why you suddenly became so combative, you were hiding this idea all along."

I laughed heartily, feeling quite pleased with myself, when suddenly I noticed that the ghosts in line had all fallen silent, all staring at me. I became even more excited and said, "You guys are lucky to have come all this way. Meet my big brother, the superstar Luo Yi." Then I asked the lewd male ghost, "Luo Tianwang is my big brother. Do you think I'm rich or poor? Your rat hole is nothing but a rat hole."

The ghosts stared at Luo Tianwang with expressions of utter astonishment and uncertainty. They probably never imagined they would see this former star here. Perhaps they never even considered that Luo Tianwang could become a ghost. Finally, one of the ghosts asked, "You've been dead for a long time, why are you only coming here now?"

Luo Yi flashed a standard smile and said, "Please ask my agent about this, or wait for the announcement."

I burst out laughing. Oh, Luo Tianwang, as soon as he's in front of the audience, he shows his true colors.

Then the ghost said, "Luo Yi, I heard that they recently found drugs you hid in your mansion. Is that related to you?"

Luo Yi turned her head and smiled, saying, "I'm not too clear about this. I've been away for so long, I don't even know who's living there. Why don't you wait for my agent to hold a press conference?"

A young female ghost said, "You're so stupid. You actually believe this kind of news? Luo Yi has been dead for almost a year. Who wouldn't hide something in there?" Looking up at Luo Yi, she asked, "Luo Yi, did you really marry Miss He Lisha?"

Even in death, they can't resist gossip; these female fans are so enthusiastic. I said, "Mr. Luo Yi has not married anyone. That concludes today's questions. A bowl of tea is prepared over there for everyone. Please proceed to Ms. Meng's teahouse. Ms. Meng's tea is from a long-established brand, a top-tier luxury item, something you can't usually get your hands on."

The female movie fan laughed and said, "To pay with your life, isn't that the ultimate luxury?" She picked up her teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and strode towards the Bridge of Helplessness. The ghosts behind her also drank their tea and set off. The lewd male ghost gave me a disdainful look, drank his tea, and left.

Despite our commotion, Granny Meng remained silent, continuing her work of brewing and ladling tea. Out of kindness, I helped her collect the teacups, and seeing a bucket of water nearby, I washed the used teacups. I said, "Brother, you should go now. See, I'm handling things very well; you don't need to worry about me."

Luo Yi didn't answer. I looked up at him and saw that he looked thoughtful. I didn't disturb him. I quickly arranged the seven bowls, picked up a ladle and poured tea into each bowl. I said to myself with a self-deprecating smile, "I could be quite the character of Sister Qing if I opened a teahouse and became a tea house owner."

Luo Yi was still in a daze when the person in front of him tugged at his sleeve and said, "Let's go together."

I found what he said amusing, and when I looked, it was indeed the old woman with the Waiting-for-Husband Stone. I was taken aback and thought, "Oh no, she really thinks he's her lover."

Luo Yi was also taken aback, not understanding what she meant.

The old woman said, "Didn't we promise to hold hands and die together? I've waited for you my whole life, and I've finally brought you back. I was walking ahead and couldn't see you. I was worried that I was going to miss you again, but thankfully you caught up. Let's go then."

Luo Yi was stunned by her words and couldn't find a word to reply. The quick wit she displayed when meeting the audience and reporters seemed to have vanished. I could only cough and say, "He, he's not..."

My mother-in-law glanced at my belly and said, "Don't waste any more time here. It's not good for the baby. Go home now."

I sighed and said, "I want to go back too, but I don't know how. I asked Granny Meng, but she ignored me." I turned to Granny Meng and said, "Granny, I only found out I was pregnant after I came here. I want to go back and see what happened, and see if I can save the child's life, but I don't know where the way is. Granny, please give me some directions. I will come back to drink your tea next time."

Meng Po's eyes scanned my body like an X-ray, a look of surprise on her face. Then she reached out and pushed me on the back. I didn't expect her to push me, and the direction of the push was towards the Blackwater River. In a panic, I subconsciously reached out to grab something to steady myself. At that moment, Luo Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand.

I thought he was coming to save me, so I quickly grabbed his hand, waiting for him to pull me up. But Meng Po's strength was astonishing; Luo Yi was pulled towards the river instead. He reached back to grab her, and just then, he caught the hand of the Waiting-for-Husband Stone Granny, who was clutching his sleeve. When the Granny saw him holding her hand tightly, her face lit up with joy, and she immediately gripped his hand tightly in return, refusing to let go. The three of us, without slowing down, jumped into the Blackwater River.

Fisherman's Wharf on the Wuli River

The Blackwater River is not a river; it is the boundary between Yin and Yang. Its pitch-black color is the magnetic force of the anode and cathode, its dark texture the watershed between the realms of Yang and Yin, and its piercing darkness the time difference between them. The yin-yang fish spin endlessly, creating a dark passage, with electrodes around me relentlessly piercing my soul, a pain like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

You know that feeling, of course. Sometimes, if you sit in one position for too long, when you stand up, it feels like a million needles are pricking your feet. At that moment, you absolutely mustn't let anyone push you. If anyone dares to tease you at this time, you'll want to kick them to death.

But pain can be pleasurable. Pain can feel like enjoyment because I can feel it. I can feel needles pricking me. How long has it been since I've felt anything in my body?

Passing through the tunnel between Yin and Yang, I was in excruciating pain all over my body, so much so that I couldn't stand and fell to the ground. Luo Yi and my mother-in-law also fell down with me, their faces showing the same agony.

Haha, unbearable pain. What does unbearable pain mean? This is unbearable pain. The pain makes me regret coming all this way, makes me regret not drinking that bowl of tea. Why must I suffer like this? Haven't I suffered enough? Foolishness, foolishness, for that one foolishness, I've gone through a cycle from birth to death, from human to ghost, and now I'm back.

Yes, I'm back. I opened my eyes and saw the neon lights flashing on the roof, still missing limbs as they had for years. The lobster had only one claw, and the crab was missing two pincers. I knew immediately where I was: Fisherman's Wharf, the city's largest and most upscale seafood restaurant. Years ago, I'd mentally conjure up countless armored claws and spears for these two defeated shrimp and crab soldiers, adding swords, spears, axes, and hooks to their names. I'd send them to fight that "fisherman," slaughtering him until he begged for mercy, asking why he hadn't called for repairs after they'd been broken for so long.

Fisherman's Wharf, so we're on the riverbank. It turns out this Wuli River is also a bridge between life and death.

I laughed out loud, got up, and went to help my mother-in-law up first. She had her arms wrapped around her shoulders, already dizzy from the bright lights, and was groaning and unsteady on her feet. I looked at Luo Yi again; his eyes were fixed on the four characters of Fisherman's Wharf, which were illuminated by bright blue neon lights, his face reflecting the light in alternating blue and white.

I laughed and said, "Brother, we're back. You remember this place, don't you? How many times have you eaten here?"

Luo Yi glanced back at me, his face beaming with surprise. He exclaimed, "I remember! I remember! I'm Luo Yi, an actor, a very famous film actor. I've been to the Cannes and Venice Film Festivals, I've even gambled in Monte Carlo! I've been a spokesperson for many famous brands, I have more money than I can spend! I used to stand at the pinnacle of this city. Everyone wanted to know me, advertisers lined up for my schedule, stacks of film scripts piled up in front of me, and..."

I interrupted, "And there are alluring women lining up to see you." I was disgusted by his smug tone, so my voice was laced with malice and loathing. I thought to myself, "How can you be like this? You've only just returned, and your old arrogance has already returned." I said coldly, "Mr. Luo, you're a ghost. Even if you had countless luxury cars and beautiful women in your life, you can't enjoy any of that now. What are you doing back here? You don't have any children to raise. Didn't you say that even if you swore an oath in your life, even if someone wronged you, you wouldn't forgive them as a ghost, and as long as you could be reincarnated, you wouldn't pursue it anymore? Why did you come back? Are you heartbroken because you still have millions hidden in your mouse hole?"

He was taken aback by my tone and couldn't retaliate for a moment. Ever since I called him "Big Brother," I've truly treated him like one. He's gentle and kind, always taking good care of me, and I've always respected him greatly. Although he can be a bit talkative at times, his attitude is always affectionate and respectful. He must have been used to my attitude, so this sudden sarcasm from me was hard for him to accept.

Seeing that I had provoked him into a state of disorientation, my heart softened again. I let go of my mother-in-law, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Brother, wake up! You're no longer the big star Luo Yi. You're just a ghost who has returned to the human world. Everything in your life was an illusion. You can't drink fine wine, you can't touch beautiful women. You can only look at the prosperity before you, but you can't participate. Just like the little match girl, warmth is just a ball of light from the tip of the match. That light can't make you live; it can only make you die in illusory satisfaction, without even feeling that you're dying."

Luo Yi remained silent, gazing at the reflection of the neon lights in the river—brilliant and beautiful, yet an illusion.

I asked him again, "Brother, what do you want to do back here? Is it to find out how you died? After listening to the stories of those who just died, you realized you were a really important person, yet you died so mysteriously. When Meng Po pushed me into the river, you reached out to grab me, not to pull me up, but to come back with me. You knew I could come back, just as you knew I could leave that ghost realm. Brother, have you forgotten what you said?"

Luo Yi turned around, his face full of hostility. He shouted at me, "Yes, I'm not trying to save you from going up there; I'm trying to get you to pull me back. You're not an ordinary ghost; you're a ghost immortal, a once-in-a-century phenomenon. You have superpowers; you're an auspicious omen. I'm just a movie actress. You looked down on me from the start, didn't you? Ha, what's so great about you? You can come back to find out the cause of your death, so why can't I? You're just an ordinary little woman, while I'm a superstar. Which death has a greater impact, yours or mine?"

Very well, this is his true nature. This is how a truly powerful figure should be. In the ghost realm, he's just a nobody, but in the human world, he's a dazzling superstar. He thinks that with the neon lights shining on him, he'll have a dazzling aura again, and he can be Luo Yi again. I stepped forward, grabbed the collar of his Armani suit, and with all my strength, threw him behind me. Startled, he didn't even think to dodge or evade, letting me throw him. He wasn't heavy; I could throw him. In my life, I probably weighed less than ninety pounds and was sickly, while he was a strong man over 180 centimeters tall, yet I threw him away with ease.

He landed in a speeding red convertible sports car. Inside sat a man and two women, chatting merrily, completely unaware that someone had suddenly appeared beside him. The sports car screeched to a halt, and the woman in the back seat pushed open the door and got out, passing right through Luo Yi and leaving a trail of fragrance. She then followed the man and woman in the front seat, swaying as they entered Fisherman's Wharf.

Luo Yi sat in the back seat, covering her face, and remained silent.

I sat down next to him and whispered, "Brother, we're ghosts. We don't get to enjoy luxury cars and beautiful women. It's not worth giving up your chance to be reborn and coming back to investigate the cause of death."

He sighed and said, "What's the use of saying this now? I'm back now. Fine, let me die knowing why."