"Hmm..." Ah Wu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, he felt that he was really stupid to be home with the middle-aged man and high school student who were pushing and picking pornographic CDs.

"Since you can only watch it, of course you have to look good." Ah Wu leaned his face closer to the girl, looking left and right, leaning in, and bowing down to look, this newfound pleasure temporarily swept away his gloom. He began to move his hands, and although the touch from his fingertips was like stroking a plastic doll, very different from the flesh and blood of a living person, and there was an indescribable unreality, he still found it very enjoyable.

Then, Ah Wu shifted his target from the young girl to the young girls of the entire night market, and he judged each young girl who passed by him like a great connoisseur, and while passing by them, he stretched out his gray, scarred hand of Aomori and made a big assault on them.

"Oh-he-he-" Ah Wu felt extremely happy, he was doing what he was doing at this time, which he could not even do openly by those high-ranking officials, or the big bosses with a lot of money, or the powerful underworld bosses, etc., he could do as he pleased, even though it was what he bought with his life.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but the death was dead, what else could he do, at this moment, he could only enjoy the entertainment he had exchanged for his life. He intoxicated himself around a woman in a tight top, rubbed his head and face up and down between the woman's chest, and then hooked his feet around the woman's waist, and followed the woman's steps like a koala, and shouted from time to time: "Anyway, I'm dead, I can do whatever I like, no one cares about me anymore, stinky strips, there is a kind of trouble for me again..."

Just as he was enjoying himself, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, he felt that someone was watching him—just in front of him riding the row of motorcycles downstairs, there was a little boy about ten years old, wearing a baseball jacket and a peaked cap, leaning against a motorcycle, the child's hat brim was pressed so low that it almost covered his eyebrows, but Ah Wu still felt the child's direct gaze.

Ah Wu let go of his hand and fell to the ground, feeling that the child's gaze was a little embarrassing to him. He straightened up, turned his back, and looked for a new target again, and when he caught his eye on a good-looking, long-haired girl, trying to lower her body so that he could peek inside her dress, he inadvertently glanced again at where the child had stopped.

The child was still looking at him.

Ah Wu was startled, he felt that the child could see him, so he quickly got up in embarrassment, ran to the child in three or two steps, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the child. Although Wu did not get a response from the child, he followed the child's line of sight, and he found that the child was staring intently at the intestines that were leaking from his waist.

"Hey! You can see me, kid, right, you..." Wu hurriedly stuffed his intestines back into the cleft and asked eagerly.

The child slowly stretched out his hand, pointed to several places in a row, and said, "You just yelled, and everyone is watching you." ”

"What?" Ah Wu was taken aback, and hurriedly looked towards the place pointed by the child, under a arcade, there were several middle-aged and elderly people sitting around a table playing chess, and there were always people around them, most of them staring intently at the chessboard battle, but there was also an old man who tilted his head to look at this side, which seemed to also attract Fang Cai Ah Wu's demeanor. Ah Wu's eyes widened, and he found that the old man's feet were slightly off the ground, and he was soaring in the air.

On the other side, the slightly open window on the second floor was dark and gloomy, and there was a woman leaning against the window smoking a cigarette, holding her chin with one hand, and looking at Ah Wu with the same smile.

On the side, a middle-aged man in a straight suit and carrying a briefcase looked at his watch from time to time, came to him, glanced at Ah Wu a few times, and then turned his head away.

"Huh, huh?" Ah Wu was stunned, grabbed the middle-aged man's arm, and said, "Sir, can you see me?" Am I not dead? ”

"Dude, I'm in a hurry." The middle-aged man didn't want to stop, so he brushed aside Ah Wu's hand and hurriedly walked away.

"Brother, it's true that you're dead, you've become a ghost." The child approached Ah Wu, pulled the placket of his clothes, and pinched his intestines, saying, "If you were alive, wouldn't it hurt if your intestines ran out?" ”

"Hmm!" When Ah Wu heard the child say this, the last glimmer of hope was dashed, and he said, "So, you are ghosts, just like me..."

The child nodded, followed by looking Ah Wu up and down, and said, "Brother, you just died, hmm, do you need a permit?" I'll sell it to you cheaply...," the child said, pulling out an earth-colored square paper from his pocket.

Ah Wu didn't pay close attention to the thing in the child's hand, but he kept looking around the entire night market street, and sure enough, he saw a few ghosts wandering around, knowing that he had let them see every move just now, he couldn't help but be very embarrassed, and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground and stuff himself into it. He was a little annoyed, and when he saw that the child was still tugging at the hem of his clothes, he pushed him away.

"Boom."

The child stopped talking and returned to the motorcycle, leaning quietly and looking ahead.

Ah Wu stood in place, a little dazed, not knowing where he should go, he looked at the child's line of sight, the child looked at an ordinary meatball stall, the business is still passable, the boss who sells meatballs is nearly fifty years old, busy putting the meatballs into cartons, pouring sauce, bagging, putting in bamboo chopsticks, and then receiving money, looking for money.

Ah Wu came to the child's side, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Bad situation, I was too fierce just now, are you looking at your father?" You can't bear him, huh? ”

The child glanced at Ah Wu, turned his head, and said, "He's my brother." ”

"Huh?" Ah Wu was stunned, looked at the uncle of the meat ball stall again, and asked in surprise: "Wow, then haven't you been dead for decades?" ”

"yes, I've been dead for more than forty years." The child took out the earth-colored square paper again and shook it in front of Ah Wu. "Do you want a permit, if you don't have a permit, you better hurry up and go somewhere else, otherwise it will harm us."

"What permit?" Ah Wu reached out to take it, but the child retracted his hand vigilantly, took the "permit" farther away, and said: "This is the Yang World Permit, and the lonely soul and wild ghost who does not have this thing cannot stay on the ground, so they have to stay below." ”

"Below?" Although Ah Wu couldn't understand what the "license" was for a while, he probably understood that the child wanted to sell this thing to him, so he raised his hand and sighed a few times: "You sell this, how much does this one sell?" ”

The child pursed his lips and asked, "How many do you have?" ”