She is wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt above and slim jeans underneath, she looks no different from the girl next door, and her face is also clear and delicate, looking like she is not deeply involved in the world, not like a very scheming person. 【Latest chapter reading. The so-called "born from the heart" may not be completely true, but seeing her like this, I don't want to believe that she is the kind of person who is Y dangerous.

But perhaps because of this, her face turned slightly pale.

But on second thought, it is also possible that she has a mental problem. There are not many people in this world who are chattering with gods. If she does have that problem, I might scare her out of the blue. If she screams again, it might be misunderstood that I'm going to do something to this crazy girl. In that case, I won't be able to wash myself even if I jump into the Yellow River.

With that in mind, I gave up on asking about it.

Since she said that she would come back tonight, I might as well come tomorrow to observe and see what is going on with her.

She stood up and looked farther and farther down the path, as if she had watched the poor puppy run away.

"You're coming tomorrow!" She said very softly, as if she were saying goodbye to a familiar and gracious friend. It sounded to me as if she had made a secret agreement with me to come here tomorrow night to see her.

There was a magic in her voice.

Then, she continued to walk, scattering raw rice as she went, and there were words in her mouth.

When she passed me, she glanced at me, like a dragonfly. I felt a little chill in her gaze, and a little bit of warmth, as if it was the first spring breeze after winter, making people feel comfortable and slightly cool.

There was also a magic in her gaze.

I'm pretty pretty sure she's feeding the hungry.

I turned to look at her back and walked farther and farther away. I felt like she could feel me looking at her from behind. This feeling is difficult to explain, it is the feeling of knowing it without saying it, and it can only be understood and indescribable.

Sure enough, at the end of the trail, she turned to look at me, and seemed to smile a little, but she didn't seem to smile. It's dimly lit, I can't be sure. I wasn't sure, but I smiled. After all, it's not polite to stare at someone like this.

She made a turn at the end of the trail, and the umbrella and the people were gone.

I squatted down, took out my phone, opened the phone screen and took a picture on the ground.

There was rice scattered on the ground.

But the rice won't be seen by too many people. The roads in the complex are cleaned daily by the property people. Perhaps the cleaner will think, which owner is so rough that he uses a bag with a broken D when buying rice every day?

I didn't dare touch the rice on the ground. Because it's for the hungry, and if I reach out and pick it up, maybe the hungry ghosts think I'm going to fight them for food. This will anger them. The reason why hungry ghosts do things that are beyond the reach of those who feed them is because they are afraid of losing their food and provisions, just as the living are afraid of losing their wealth and power. Even if it's a small profit, most people will hold a grudge.

How much is the difference between a human and a hungry ghost?

There is a botanical garden next to the complex, which is rarely visited by people, and in the evenings there are some elderly people dancing. After work the next day, I went to the park early. The neighborhood can be seen through the fence wall of the park.

I'll wait for the girl to show up.