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Chapter 117: The Ghost Messenger Fainted

Before her death, she was the pampered eldest daughter of a wealthy family. In their time, novels were considered low-brow and children from wealthy families would not touch upon such things.

"For the sake of a novel... the mental state of people over the past few years has become increasingly worrying, and their behavior has become increasingly incomprehensible. Is the pressure on the world increasing again?"

Seeing that she looked down upon the novel, Xie Ling curled his lips and said, "If you had read it, you wouldn't have said that."

I heard that those people were reluctant to leave because of the author's new book. He hasn't finished reading Death Train yet, but judging by the quality of this book, the new one will surely not be bad.

If the one that hadn't been updated was Death Train, he would definitely stay for Death Train.

Who knows whether I will be able to read this novel again after many years have passed since I was reincarnated.

There are too many uncertainties, so it would be better to leave it here now and let future generations burn the book and enjoy reading it.

As a senior among the active ghost catchers, Xie Ling of course has to be the interviewer.

Because there were many ghost messengers being interviewed this time, a ghost messenger assessment was also set up.

It's more like passing the civil service exam in the human world.

In the past, when there was no one to interview, Xie Ling would work on his own until he died.

Now someone is interviewing, and Xie Ling is going to be sick of interviewing alone.

I finally waited for someone to come and take over the shift.

He finally had time to read novels.

The pirated physical book version of "Death Train" consists of three thick books.

He felt a little regretful that what he got was not the authentic version, but later he heard that the authentic version had not yet been released, so he gave up on it for the time being.

He currently sees the mid-to-late stages.

The last time I watched it, I cried so hard that I couldn't breathe.

Old Man Wang reads faster than him, so in order to avoid being spoiled, he doesn't read with him.

This time too, he went to the ghost market and found a relatively quiet place to sit down and read.

I started crying not long after watching it.

"No, young man, why did you cry so miserably? Didn't you die with the one you loved, or didn't find your relatives?"

Ling Yan had been a ghost for so many years, but this was the first time she saw someone crying so miserably on the streets of the ghost market.

Even if most ghosts are sad, they just open their mouths and howl, and rarely cry with tears and snot.

Even though he's a ghost, he can still have the same emotions as a human.

What a weirdo.

Xie Ling didn't look up, wiped his tears and continued reading.

Ling Yan glanced casually and saw the work badge on Xie Ling's chest.

Surprised, "You are still a ghost messenger, so it is normal for you to cry like this."

Xie Ling still ignored her and just turned the page when he started crying again.

It's totally unrecognizable, like returning to childhood.

Ling Yan was amazed. She finally understood that the problem was with the book in his hand.

What kind of magical book is this? It can actually make a ghost catcher cry like this. Although ghost catchers are the most emotionally unstable among ghosts, they are mostly unstable in anger and irritability, and rarely unstable enough to cry.

And couldn't stop crying.

Ling Yan curiously stretched her neck to take a look.

"Young man, what is that book in your hand? I have never seen it before. It looks very interesting. You have three books in your hand. Can you let me have a look at one?"

Although Xie Ling was crying so hard that he couldn't speak, he still lent the book to Ling Yan.

Anyway, he read the last one.

Ling Yan took it and saw the introduction of the book at a glance.

This introduction is quite interesting.

When she was alive, she only read literary classics and rarely came into contact with this kind of reading material which was not considered mainstream by them.

Everyone in the world pursues being indifferent to fame and fortune and having stable emotions, but in fact, only the devil knows how devastating it is to have no emotions for a long time.

What is so sad is that even their collapse is uneventful, as if they could not open their mouths or make any sound in their dreams.

It's a coincidence to come across something that can stir up such great emotions.

Of course Ling Yan was curious.

When she was halfway through watching the first part, Xie Ling next to her suddenly screamed to the sky, then fainted with tears on his face.

Ling Yan blinked. What happened?

After a while, the ghost woke up slowly.

But he looked hopeless, "Dead, all dead..."

He seemed like a real ghost, floating away.

It feels like dying all over again.

What on earth did he see that could make him become like this?

Ling Yan was puzzled.

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【“Shh… shhh… Hello, hello, can you hear me… I have come to a place that I could never have imagined. Luo Xunnan, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have disobeyed you.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again next time. I can't get through the phone and no one can hear me."

"I'm walking in heavy fog now. I'm in a car and I can't get out. I'm going around in circles, but I'm clearly on the highway and I'm moving forward."

"There is a fork in the road in front of me. I am on my way to South City. I have driven this road many times. I know the route here. It turns out there is no fork in the road here. I am so scared."

"Luo Xunnan, are you listening? Can you hear me? I called a lot of people but only your number went through. Please, say something. There is nothing around me right now. I can't get out. I can't get out."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you a liar. I shouldn't have believed you. What should I do? Am I left here alone?"

After a long while, Luo Xunnan spoke, "What do you have next to you?"

The person on the other end of the phone perked up instantly. "There's nothing, just a vast expanse of white. I can only see the road in front of my car. Is this what you call a ghost wall?"

"So what should I do? Should I get off the bus and use the restroom? I saw someone online saying that going to the restroom will help. Or should I stay in the bus and wait until daybreak?"

Luo Xunnan said: "You said there are two forks in the road ahead."

"Yes, there are two, one on the left and one on the right. I went straight ahead on this road before. There was no fork in the road. Which way should I go, left or right?"

Luo Xunnan said bluntly: "Which way you go, you will die."

"What should I do? I'm so scared. I don't even dare to look back. I always feel like someone is watching me. I always feel like there are ghosts on this road. I seem to hear voices."

"what sound."

"The sound of suona and drums, it seems... it seems like a funeral, and there are also cries and shouts, they seem to be approaching me - Luo Xunnan, please save me quickly, I know you must have a way."

The man who had been so arrogant in front of Luo Xunnan, now begged humbly, "I beg you, I am stupid, as long as you can save me, I will go out and kowtow to you to apologize."

"They are coming... sizzle... Luo Xunnan... sizzle... can you hear me..."

"Can you hear me? Speak, speak, speak, speak!!!"