I'm not afraid of ghosts.

I've died so many times myself, and it would be strange if I was still afraid of ghosts.

Then it seems......

Too timid.

But she's funny.

At first he seemed a little confused and didn't know what he was doing, but it was interesting to see his mother do it.

She was so angry.

It looks like he wants to pounce, as if he wants to block something for me.

Then she pounced.

She couldn't touch my mother.

Oh...... I don't know if it's lucky or fate, she's really a ghost!

Of course, I didn't think much about it at the time. Because......

I was stunned for a moment.

No one has stood for me......

No one has stood in my way for anything......

Even if she's a ghost, even if she's not doing anything, but which action ......

Surely it is the first.

The first person to do this for me.

Also......

The only one.

I can't tell what I felt at that moment, it was a little complicated, it seemed a little moved, and I felt a little ......

I'm really pathetic.

I've died tens of thousands of times, and I've lived for more than 10,000 years, and I haven't seen a single ......

The one who blocked the knife for me.

I was a little moved, and then naturally it was...... No surprises.

I was beaten again.

Hit hard.

But I'm not numb this time, I'm quietly paying attention to her.

She also realized that she couldn't stop it, but she didn't want to do it, so she stood next to her with her waist crossed, muttering in her mouth, as if she was talking.

But I couldn't make a sound at all.

Oh......

I know.

She's a mute.

It's pathetic.

A ghostly little mute who can't speak.

There was also a pimple on his face.

It's a bit ...... again

Lovely.

The ghost has been following me, and I'm not afraid.

Oh no, I wasn't afraid of her.

A poor little mute, how could I be afraid of her?

She washed up and slept with me, without saying a word.

My wounds hurt, but I was able to endure them, and they were nothing compared to the pain of death.

It's not that I'm being reckless this time, I really don't care.

Of course...... Even if there is a so-called, there is no way.

It will take a while for Mrs. Bo to come and pick me up, and I will live here during this time, which is called my mother's thing.

I don't know that after the child is beaten, he still needs to take medicine.

She didn't have that concept at all.

I fell asleep in bed.

No......

How do you sleep?

It's been a long, long time since I've had trouble sleeping.

There are probably ......

It's been a lifetime.

As long as you close your eyes, you can dream of various ways to die.

But this time...... I pretended to be asleep.

Because which mute little ghost stared at me with wide eyes, staring intently at me......

Let me feel.

A little shy.

Blame the embarrassment.

I'm still a little boy staring at me by a ghost......

What do you always think is weird?

So I pretended to be asleep.

Then in the dark, secretly lifted his eyelids to look at her.

I see it......

A scene.

Let me, absolutely not forget, let me live in this life, in the next life, in the next life...... A scene that will never be forgotten.

That ghostly little mute was lying on my bedside.

In a gentle kiss ......

A bruised wound on my arm.

Doesn't she hate being dirty?

Isn't she disgusted with disgust?

How could she ......

So what?

I was confused, I had lived so many lives, and for the first time, I felt ......