When it was approaching noon on Xincheng Street in Jiangdu, the legendary ghosts wouldnât dare to show up. But now the sky wasnât very pleasant. It even looked gloomy because of the approaching rain in Jiangdu.
That is to say, under such a sky, a whole row of ghosts were standing outside the glass window of An Yu Yi Yu!
Such a scene may be shocking if seen by ordinary people. Even Su Zimo⌠At a glance, he had an urge to give up his business and return to the Su family Manor for a good nap.
But now, the customer had already sat aside, and Su Zimo, who couldnât forget his hospitality, couldnât help but wonder if the ghosts outside had come with the new customer.
Also, Gushan Notes: Postscript hung on the wall, and its ability called âDo Not Enterâ added a layer of mystery to the new customer.
âGuest, Iâm glad you enjoy the atmosphere of our shop.â Su Zimo walked over to the new customer. âThe sound insulation in our shop is very nice, I really canât tell how noisy it is outside. I heard that Jiangdu recently banned vehicles from honking. I think the noise on the road should be better than before?â
Su Zimo tried to make his words sound more natural.
But the customer who had been quiet became animated again after hearing what Su Zimo said. She shook her head, then said in confusion, âNo, no! Yes! No! Not that kind of noise, not like that kind of noise!â
Su Zimo didnât think the expensively outfitted customer was suffering from a disease, but the customerâs performance at that moment was very confusing.
Su Zimo could only ask again softly, âWhat sound is it?â
âItâs the voice⌠itâs the voice of a personâŚâ
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Su Zimo heard the lady muttering in a dreamlike tone, âSomeoneâs been speaking, someoneâs been speakingâŚâ
âEven if Iâm speaking to someone, I can still hear the buzzing voices of those people. Even if Iâm home alone, I can still hear the buzzing voices. Canât they speak quietly? Itâs so noisy! Itâs so noisy!â
Su Zimo felt that the ladyâs mental state was obviously not good. But, after taking a look at the situation outside the shop, he continued asking, âDo you know what theyâre talking about?â
âThey⌠Theyâre scolding me.â The customer put down the hands that were kneading her temples, but her eyes were still blankly looking forward. âTheyâve been scolding me, theyâre scolding, theyâre scoldingâŚâ
After mumbling for a long time in the sound insulated shop, the customer finally relaxed and even closed her eyes and began to rest.
âItâs really quiet here.â A particularly comfortable expression appeared on the customerâs face.
âIs there anything I can do to help?â Su Zimo patiently and quietly asked again.
But the customer seemed immersed in her own world. She refused to speak, unable to communicate at all.
Just when Su Zimo and Ghost Umbrellaâs special milk tea had nothing to do, Su Zimo, who was more sensitive to noise, noticed that Peng Peng began playing a modified piece of music. <sup>1</sup>
The piece of music felt like a person walking in the rain suddenly spinning around in place. There was a note jumping in the middle, making a very brief noise.
Su Zimo didnât know what was hidden in the music, but he found that after the piece ended, the customer who had sluggishly gazing ahead turned her head and looked over. There was a subtle look in her eyes. She even asked him, âDo you want to hear a story?â
âPlease tell me.â Su Zimo sat down opposite the customer, then took a cup of milk tea from Ghost Umbrellaâs hand, looking ready to hear the story.
âI was actually just a very ordinary person. Ordinary birth, ordinary looks, mostly ordinary but some bad grades.â The customer recovered and tasted the special milk tea surrounded by the sound of the piano.
âBut then, I got something.â The customer said vaguely, as if she didnât want to explain what it was. âThe person who gave me that thing said that it had a magical ability and can grant wishesâŚâ
â?â Su Zimo felt that if there was such a magical existence in the world, no matter what rank a ghost tool was, it would be completely crushed.
Of course, assuming that the treasure had no side effects.
âOf course I didnât believe it.â The customer lowered her head and touched the cup again and again with her hands. âBut at the time, I thought it wouldnât matter if I casually tried that kind of thing, like when people ask gods for blessings. Before exams, I pray to get first place in the class. With my grades at the time, the wish was just a luxury for me.â
âBut when I took the test the next day, I felt groggy, like there was a voice whispering in my ear making me dizzy as I finished the test.â The customer paused. âThinking about it now, that was the first time I heard the voice, and it disappeared after.â
âI scored a hundred points on that test.â The customer looked up, slightly confused. âBut when I looked at the test paper again, I felt strange, as if Iâd never done it before. If it wasnât because I was the only one in the class with one hundred points, the teachers may have thought I cheated on the test.â
âSince then, Iâve felt that the things was likely to be really responsive. But the wishes to be granted were only those within a normal range. Wishes for superpowers wouldnât be granted.â
âThe first big wish I made was for my ordinary family to get rich. Then my father was suddenly promoted in the small company he worked for, and the small company was taken in my a large company, and then he quickly entered the management.â
The customer paused and then went on, âDuring that period, I relied on the responsive force to successfully enter Jiangduâs top ranked university, and even my normal appearance began to change.â
âEverything happened within a year.â The customer spoke with a confused expression in her eyes. âI should be very happy this year, but Iâm really tired. I donât know why. I always hear all kinds of voices in my ears, and even hear them wishing for me to die as soon as possible.â
âEven in my dreams, I could hear the voices resounding in my ears. When I woke up from my nightmares, I often saw my father appear in my room late at night, standing there motionlessly, just looking down at me lying on the bed.â
âI pushed him and he left.â
âBut thatâs not the strangest thing.â The customer paused again. âThe strangest thing is my face.â
The customer raised her head, revealing her delicate face.
Perhaps because of the makeup, Su Zimo didnât see anything special at first glance. Upon closer inspection, she found that her foundation was a bit too thick.
âMy face became different from before.â The guest took off her light brown glasses. âItâs not that it looks better, but that itâs completely different.â Even the shape of my face, the color of my irises, and other things that shouldnât change. theyâre all different. Whenever I look into a mirror, I feel like Iâm becoming a stranger!â
âThe voices in my ears are getting louder and noisier. I really canât stand it any more. If you can quiet them down, Iâll throw away everything I have now!â
The customer lowered her head again, hiding her face in pain.
âSo, that voice appeared after you made a wish for the first time?â Su Zimo secretly reviewed what the customer said.
âYes.â She just nodded slightly, her voice a whimper.
âCould it be⌠each time you make a wish, more strange things appear around you, and the voices in your ears also increase?â Su Zimo guessed carefully, then got up and walked to the side.
âHow did you know?â The customerâs face finally showed a surprised expression along with her confusion.
âWhat did you find?â Ghost Umbrella had walked over to Su Zimoâs back from behind the counter at some point. H leaned slightly into him, relying on his taller height, then bowed his head to Su Zimoâs ear. While whispering softly, the shopkeeperâs ear was itchy.
âItâs just a guess.â Su Zimo took a step to the side without looking back. âEach time she makes a wish, thereâs a ghost around her.â
The voices that the customer heard were actually the words of the ghosts surrounding her.
Her wishes also involved the family around her, so even her fatherâs behavior had become influenced oddly by the ghosts.
Based on the conservation of causality and the law of equivalent exchange, Su Zimo didnât believe that âwhatever needs to be doneâ could come from nothing.
Su Zimo didnât know how many wished the customer had made, but the long row of ghosts standing in front of the store gave people chills on the backs of their necks.
âBut itâs a little weird.â Su Zimo was naturally talking to the ghost umbrella standing behind him. âSince those ghosts said they wanted her to die, and so many of them seemed unfriendly, then why? Why arenât they doing it?â
âI think they did.â Ghost Umbrella said softly.
ââŚâŚâ Su Zimoâs body was stiff for a moment, then looked at the female guest sitting there in disbelief.
Was she not alive?
âItâs not surprising that the store has the ability to temporarily allow ghosts to possess a figure, so itâs not easy to distinguish them from humans.â Ghost Umbrella explained from the side. âJust like the boss, she attracts so many ghosts. Itâs impossible for her to have lived well until now.â
Su Zimo subconsciously glanced at Gushan Notes: Postscript on the wall, and felt that he had underestimated the power of âDo Not Enter.â
The customer who was sitting there seemed completely unaware that the two âpeopleâ in the shop were talking about her. She was still sitting there quietly, not participating in Su Zimoâs conversation.
âDoes the thing she mentioned refer to a ghost tool?â Su Zimo was a bit confused.
âNo. It should be something that already existed in this world.â The ghost umbrella returned to the counter and chatted with Su Zimo in a voice that was completely unnoticed by others. âEach world originally has some ghosts and mysterious things. Otherwise there wouldnât be so many legends and stories passed down through the years.â
âHowever, there arenât too many anecdotes about ghosts and monsters. Before the nightmare world appeared in this world, most ghosts, whether they had grievances or not, would disappear immediately. Even the legendary underworld and rebirth were nonsense.â The depth of what Ghost Umbrella said that time exceeded the nonsense he had said in the past.
âThen what does the existence of the nightmare world mean?â Su Zimo finally looked back at the ghost umbrella and asked, hoping to learn more about the nightmare world from the rare, normal Ghost Umbrella.
â?â As a result, the Ghost Umbrella, who had been performing extraordinarily just now, tilted his head innocently. His expression showed âhow could I know about such a profound issue.â
âIn short, even if these ghosts are really responsive to her, the would definitely ask for a corresponding price?â Su Zimo glanced outside the store again. âWhat will happen if the customer leaves An Yu Yi Yu?â
âProbably the same thing that happened when that ghost eye met me?â Ghost Umbrella stretched out his finger and stroked his lips.
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Footnotes
<ol>This isnât a typo. Itâs referring to the tea as a character, not GU himself. Sorry if you got confused! I did at first.</ol>