The spectacled ghost pointed to the sign of Manzhu Tower and said, "Life must be happy, and death must be happy." This Manzhu Tower is a well-known place of joy in the ghost world. Dude, can you come in with me and have a show? ”

Grandpa looked in the direction it pointed, and the sign of the Manzhu Tower was very different from the daytime. When you look at it during the day, it's gold on a black background. At this time, it is red letters on a yellow background, like a charm.

The spectacle ghost patted his grandfather on the back and said, "Is it appropriate for me to call you brother?" What age are you? ”

Grandpa said the date of his birth and hid the days and hours.

The spectacle laughed: "More than thirty years? Are you talking about the date of birth? The deceased is compared to the size of the deceased, and is compared to the age of the time of death. That's when I was alive, so don't mention it again. ”

Grandpa hurriedly said, "I'm a newly dead ghost, and I haven't gotten used to it yet." Since it decided that it was a new ghost who had just died, Grandpa followed its guess. So, my grandfather made up a day not long ago, and said that he died of illness.

The spectacle ghost said again: "Then I am older than you, so it doesn't hurt to call my brother." Listening to your accent, it doesn't seem like you're a local. ”

Grandpa said: "I am from Hunan, and I fell seriously ill and died while playing here. ”

"I see!" The spectacle ghost reached between his nose and pushed the gold-wire glasses that were broken on the other side, "It's really pitiful that I didn't have my relatives by my side before I died, and I couldn't lure my soul back to my hometown!" In this way, if you come to this Manzhu Building to play in the future, the cost will be calculated on my head. ”

"No, no, no." Grandpa was not short of money, so he hurriedly pushed it back.

The spectacle ghost said: "You are a newly dead ghost, and you don't have any relatives around, and someone may not burn paper money for you, so you're welcome." When someone burns paper money for you, you can pay me back. It's better to have a friend to help you in a foreign land. Treat me as a friend. ”

Grandpa only then realized that the money he brought might not be able to be used in the ghost world. Although Manzhu Building is still the same Manzhu Building, but at this time it has been pretended to be a new ghost, if you take out the money used in the world when paying, won't it be exposed?

Although Daddy has dealt with ghosts a lot, he has never used ghost money. When helping Hong Xide deal with ghost tricks, Hong Xide said that he won some paper money from gambling, but he didn't say how to use the ghost money. And when Luo Buzhai communicated with ghosts in Radish Village, he didn't use ghost money to bribe them.

Thinking of this, Grandpa changed his attitude and nodded, "Yes." Although I am dead, I have never seen ghost money, and I don't know how to use it, so I can only wander around here every night. ”

"Hahaha, don't worry about money. Come in with me today, and if you come back later, if you can't touch me, you will ask the old bustard to be recorded in the account of the old southern city. It said cheerfully.

"Old Southtown? What a strange name. Grandpa said, "Your surname is Nancheng?" ”

Old Nancheng shook his head and said, "I want to forget the events of my life, including my name." ”

Grandpa didn't know what he had experienced in his life, so he had to forget it so deliberately. Although they fell in love when they met for the first time, it was a bit abrupt to ask him about things he didn't want to mention, and his father pressed the doubts in his heart.

"May I ask your name, brother?" Old Southtown asked.

Grandpa didn't dare to reveal his real name, so he said, "Then I won't mention my name again like you." You call me Wangyun Road. ”

"The road is more tangible, not because of millet?" Old Nancheng broke his father's mind in one sentence.

When I entered the Manzhu Tower, the old bustard was at the door. Maybe it's because Old Nancheng is a regular customer, or maybe it's Daddy's potion that hides his true face, and the old bustard doesn't particularly notice Daddy. Grandpa was able to easily enter the Manzhu Tower.

After finding a place to sit down, Old Nancheng asked for a pot of wine.

Old Nancheng poured a glass for his grandfather and another glass for himself.

Grandpa asked: "I heard outsiders say that this is tear wine, and you can forget a lot of things from the past after drinking?" ”

Old Nancheng said with a smile: "In ancient times, there was a saying that the two worlds of yin and yang are not the same. But can you forget it after drinking? It's just a temporary evasion. ”

Grandpa said again: "But outsiders say that this old bustard is Meng Po in the world, isn't this tear wine Meng Po soup?" If you drink Meng Po soup, you will forget what happened in life. ”

Before Old Nancheng could answer, another voice rang out.

"Old Nancheng is right, and it's not right. If I drink sweet or bitter wine, I will forget the good things and the sad things. If you can't drink it, you can't forget it. "The speaker is none other than the bustard.

She swayed to the side of the old Nancheng, sat down next to the old Nancheng, grabbed the old Nancheng's arm with one hand, poured herself a glass with the other, and then gently touched the wine glasses of the two of them, and drank down. After drinking, the old bustard said, "If this wine can make people forget everything, won't I forget the method of making wine after I drink it?" ”

Old Nancheng laughed, laughing so much that his grandfather was worried that the lenses of his left eye would fall off one by one.

The old bustard said, "Because I can't taste it, it's neither sweet nor bitter." The old bustard asked his father, "This boss, what does it taste like for you?" ”

Daddy didn't dare to drink it anymore.

"I don't have anything to forget." Daddy said.

Old Nancheng was curious: "In this way, your memories are all good. ”

Grandpa said, "No." I just think that all experiences, whether sad or happy, must be experienced, and there is no need to deliberately remember the joyful, and there is no need to deliberately forget the sad. ”

The old bustard pointed to the ghost guests sitting at the other tables and said, "Those who come here are happy or sad, whether they drink for joy or sorrow, they forget the joyful things or the sad things. ”

Old Nancheng muttered in a low voice beside him, "Can you really forget?" ”

The old bustard said, "Since you have forgotten, how do you know if you have forgotten?" ”

"If you have forgotten, I don't know if you have forgotten." Grandpa muttered what the bustard had said. If Millet forgets all about her previous life after she is reincarnated, she should not be sad or happy. Because she herself doesn't know what she's forgotten. If I were to awaken her alayas and remind her of her past lives, she would be happy or sad. It's okay to be happy, but if it's sad, wouldn't it be better to let her alayas sleep all the time?

He remembered when he was watching the reflection in the water on a small boat in Wuzhen. If there were two choices in life, and the process of choosing was to jump into the water or swim out of the water, it would be much simpler.

Old Nancheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't say it, I really can't remember what my name was when I was alive at this time." ”

Old Nancheng looked at his grandfather with a little flustered eyes, and said, "When you asked my name just now, I thought about not remembering my name again, but I didn't expect ......."

The old bustard smiled: "Don't panic. Forgetting is like this, you think about forgetting, you want to forget, you think you will sink into it, but one day you suddenly realize that you really have forgotten. At that time, it was hard for you to remember it again. My wine, in fact, does not have the function of forgetting, it just speeds up the process. ”

Old Nancheng was relieved and took another drink.

"Why are you delaying?" The old bustard was suspicious.

Grandpa said: "Sooner or later, I have to set foot on Huangquan Road and drink Meng Po soup, why are you in a hurry at this time?" ”

The old bustard said, "You don't order our ghost prostitutes, and you don't drink our wine, so why are you coming to our Manzhu Tower?" Did you come to our building for another purpose? The old bustard stared at his father, his eyes like an ice cave.

Daddy felt that the horse's feet were about to be exposed.

Old Nancheng pushed the broken glasses and said, "I brought this old brother in. He had just stood in front of the building, and he had no intention of coming in. I fell in love with him, and I heard that he was a stranger who died here, so I brought him in to have a look. ”

The old bustard retracted his suspicions this time and said, "I see, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! ”

Old Nancheng said again: "In the future, when he comes to Manzhu Tower, don't take his money, it's all in my account." ”

"Good, good." The old bustard sneered.

After drinking in the old Nancheng, he pointed upstairs and asked his father, "Do you want to go up?" ”

Grandpa knew that the upstairs was where the sleeping flowers and willows were, so he shook his head and said, "You go, I won't go." ”

Old Nancheng smiled: "Not only does she want to talk about you, but I also want to talk about you." You don't drink when you come, and you don't want women, she can't make money, and I can't treat you. ”

The old bustard smiled and said, "You go up first, don't delay your good time." I'll look for a more beautiful friend to keep you company. ”

Old Nancheng nodded, "Hmm." All right. I'll give him to you. With that, it went upstairs.

As soon as the old southern city left, the old bustard's face changed.

"I didn't expect you to dare to come back after you left!" A sneer tugged at the corner of the old bustard's mouth.

Daddy was shocked.

"Your face does look like a dead person, but you can only fool a little ghost like Jiu Nancheng who knows people by color, but you can't fool me, who has read countless ghosts!" The old bustard whispered.

Seeing that he had seen through it, his father came to cover the water and said, "Since I dare to come back, I am not afraid that I will not be able to go out again." ”

The old bustard was stunned for a moment, and then turned to admiration: "What a guts! But her face changed very quickly. As soon as her eyes rolled, several slave-like imps quickly gathered around the door, blocking her grandfather's way to escape.

It seems that she is trying to catch a turtle in an urn.

"For the sake of you being friends with the old Nancheng, I don't plan to embarrass you, as long as you return the rag doll in Zhumei's body to me, the past will be written off. Day or night, if you come, you will still be my guest. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind. The old bustard said fiercely.

Grandpa said: "I want to ask you, what is your purpose in capturing souls, seizing the essence of the living, and earning money from the dead?" If you repent and let go of other souls who were forced to become ghosts and sell their bodies, I can be blameless! ”

The old bustard sneered: "What a big breath! It's overwhelming! ”

She snapped her fingers, and the door to Manzhu was immediately closed. Upstairs and downstairs, out of nowhere, out of nowhere, many soldiers in armor suddenly appeared. The hall suddenly became gloomy. Even the old and new ghosts who sat in the hall drinking were trembling and didn't know why.