Chapter 233: Give Her Back to Me Early

nt time.Suddenly, Xu Qinghuan was so embarrassed that she couldn't even raise her head!"Haven't you eaten""I'm done," she said, feeling awkward and wanting to change the subject.Fu Yan didn't press fu...Su He asked Hanhan if they had ever seen anyone eat more than their sister and mother/aunt. They were all shocked, watching Chu Jiang Wang.

Su Bao just stared at King Chu Jiang silently, smiling and asking, "Are you full You might not feel so comfortable in a while."

King Chu Jiang: "Impossible!"

Is there anything more blissful than feeling comfortably full Is there anything else that feels as good

Then, Mrs. Su brought up the dessert after the meal.

King Chujiang's eyes lit up: "Wow! Dessert!"

Hell doesn't have desserts!

The rest of the Su family members nervously eyed their plates, barely taking a symbolic bite. However, Chu Jiang Wang didn't hesitate; he devoured slice after slice of cake, seemingly unable to stop himself!

Mrs. Su was satisfied deep down. Every meal ended with dessert, but they never ate it, limiting her creativity.

There's a little girl named Chu now, well, she can do many tricks!

“Finished eating Would you like some milk tea”

King Chujiang: "Yes!"

"Not done yet Feeling full Have some yogurt."

I am a failure, I hardly notice whether the sun is shining or not, because there's no time.

My parents are unable to provide me with support, and my academic qualifications are not high. I am alone in the city, searching for my future.

I applied for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Maybe no one likes someone who isn't good at talking, doesn't like to socialize, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two loaves of bread for three whole days. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Fortunately, I paid my rent a month in advance, so I could stay in that dark basement and avoid the unusually harsh winter winds outside."

Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at a hospital, keeping watch over the morgue.

The hospital at night was colder than I imagined. The corridor lamps were unlit, casting everything in shadow. I could only make out the ground ahead by the faint light seeping from the rooms.

The smell there was awful, and every so often they'd bring in corpses stuffed into body bags. We would help carry them into the morgue.

“This isn’t a good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread. I can also use my free time at night to study. After all, not many people are willing to come to the morgue unless there's a body to be brought in or taken out for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books right now, and I don't see any hope of saving up anytime soon.”

I have to thank my former colleagues. If it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not even have gotten this job.

I dream of being able to switch between working days and nights. Now, I always sleep when the sun is out and wake up when night falls, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally aches.

One day, the mover brought in a new corpse.

"According to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly quit."

I was curious about him. After everyone left, I reached into the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

He was an old man, his face pale and blue with wrinkles everywhere. In the very dim light, he looked quite frightening.

He didn't have much hair left, most of it was white. His clothes were all gone, not even a piece of fabric remained on him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black in color. I couldn't quite describe its shape because the light was so dim at the time."

"I reached out and touched the mark. It was nothing special."

Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, will I end up just like him when I'm old...

"I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow, and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery. That way, those people in charge wouldn't have to bother, just finding a random river or wasteland to throw them away."

This will cost me a morning's sleep, but luckily, it's Sunday soon, so I can catch up.

After I finished saying that, I put the body bag together and put it back in the closet.

The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed…

After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

"I have a feeling that something big is going to happen soon. I feel like something, maybe not even human, is going to come for me eventually. But no one believes me. They think that after working in this environment and doing this job, I've gone crazy and need to see a doctor..."

A male customer seated at the bar looked at the speaker who had suddenly stopped talking.

What then

The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was slicked back flat, and he had a simple, dark-colored round top hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. He had black hair and light blue eyes. He wasn't unattractive, nor was he handsome; he simply lacked any notable features.

And in his eyes, the narrator was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, tall and slender, with the same black short hair and light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking, able to catch one's eye at first glance.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed.

Then

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Then I quit my job and went back to the countryside, to come here and chat with you.

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, tinged with a hint of malicious glee.

The male guest was taken aback.

"Are you kidding me"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

After a moment's pause in the laughter, a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guests and said:

"You, a stranger, would actually believe Lumian's stories He tells different ones every day! Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off the engagement. Today, he's a mortician!"

"Yes, talking about thirty years on the east bank of the Selenza River and thirty years on the west bank, all I know is gibberish!" Another regular at the tavern chimed in.

They are all farmers from the large village of Coldu, wearing short shirts that are either black, gray, or brown.

The young man with black hair, called Lu Mian, supported himself on the bar counter with his hands and slowly stood up, smiling.

As you know, these aren't stories I made up. My sister wrote them. She loves writing stories and is even a columnist for "Novel Weekly."

Having finished speaking, he turned his body sideways and gestured to the visitor with a broad smile.

It seems she writes really well.

"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

The ordinary-looking man in the brown tweed jacket didn't get angry. He stood up, smiling and replied:

A very interesting story.

What is your name

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking someone else questions" Luman smiled.

The visitor from out of town nodded.

My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Lyra."

The following sentence refers to a man and a woman sitting right next to each other.

He was a man in his late twenties, with yellow hair streaked with powder. His eyes weren't large but had a color deeper than lake blue. He wore a white waistcoat, a navy suit jacket and black trousers. He clearly made an effort to dress up before leaving the house.

He looked rather cold and aloof, not really paying attention to the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared to be younger than the two men. She had long, light gray hair styled in a complex updo, topped with a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, gazed at Lumians with unabashed amusement, seeming to find what just happened rather entertaining.

Under the illumination of the gas lamps in the tavern, this woman named Lyra displayed a rather pert nose and lips of graceful curvature. In a rural village like Col du, she was undoubtedly considered beautiful.

She wore a white, unwrinkled cashmere bodycon dress, paired with a light beige short jacket and a pair of Moccasin long boots. Both the veil and the boots had two silver bells attached to them, jingling all the way as she entered the tavern just now, attracting a lot of attention. Many men couldn't help but stare straight at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire that only provincial capitals like Gol and the capital city of Trier would have.

Lumen nodded to the three strangers.

"My name is Lu Mian Li, you can call me Lu Mian."

"Li" Lily blurted out.

"What's wrong Is there something about my last name" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos. explained:

"Your last name is terrifying, I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the perplexed faces of the surrounding farmers and shepherds, he went on to explain further.

Anyone who has met sailors or merchants knows that there is a saying circulating among the five seas:

> I'd rather face pirate generals and even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee.

"That person's last name is also Li."

"Is he scary" Lumi asked.

Ryan shook his head.

I don't know, but since there are such legends, it definitely won't be bad.

He abruptly changed the subject, addressing Lumiàn:

"Thank you for your story, it's worth a drink. What would you like"

"A cup of 'Green Fairy'," Lu Mian said without hesitation, and sat back down again.

Ryan Cosgrave furrowed his brow:

"Green Fairy"... Absinthe

“I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body, this drink could lead to mental confusion and hallucinations.”

"I didn't think the trend of Trell had reached here yet." Leah added with a smile beside her.

Lumia "oh"ed.

"It turns out that people from Terril also like to drink 'Green Fairy'..."

"For us, life is already hard enough, there's no need to worry about a little more hurt. This kind of wine can give our spirits greater relaxation."

"Okay." Ryan sat back down and looked at the bartender, "One 'Green Fairy' and another one 'Hot Mouth,' please."

"Spicy Heart Mouth" is a famous fruit soju.

"Why don't you get me a 'Green Fairy' too It was I who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you everything about this kid!" The first man to expose Lumians' daily storytelling, a gaunt middle-aged man, shouted indignantly, "Outsider, I can see that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, for a free drink you'd do anything!" Lumian responded loudly.

Before Lane could make a decision, Luminan added:

"Why can't I be the one to tell it Then I could have another 'Green Fairy'."

“Because the situation you described, they don't know whether to believe it,” said Pierre’s middle-aged man with a smug smile. “Your sister loves telling stories to children, but it's ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’. A person who always lies will inevitably lose credibility.”

"Alright." Lumen shrugged, watching the bartender push a pale green drink toward him.

Ryan looked at him, inquiringly:

May I

"No problem, as long as your wallet is full enough to cover the cost of these drinks," Lumian said nonchalantly.

"Then another 'Green Fairy' for me," Ryan nodded.

Pierre was beaming.

"The generous outsider, this boy is the biggest prankster in the village. You must stay away from him."

Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old. How could he possibly have gone to the hospital to keep vigil Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Dalleix, down in the mountains, and it takes a whole afternoon to get there.

"Bring it back to the village" Lyra asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, making a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded.

Then, he followed Auror Li and even his name, Lumian, was given to him by Auror.

"I can't even remember what it was originally called," Luminous said with a chuckle, taking a sip of his bitter liqueur.

It seems he isn't ashamed or embarrassed at all about his past being revealed like this.st watched the clock tick by, each second bringing a growing sense of unease. The closer it got, the more anxious she felt.Finally, ten minutes before eight o'clock, she saw that Channel One was open...