Chapter 1 He's Dead

"He's already dead. Are you here to pay off his debt?" A little girl's voice came from the dilapidated house.

I told the little girl very honestly, "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. You might have mistaken me for someone else."

"Didn't Ding Kan send you?" The little girl slowly appeared in the dilapidated house.

I was stunned. "Ding Kan sent me?"

Well, I couldn't even begin to imagine how deep Ding Kan's schemes ran. I thought he was just using Jasmine, but I didn't expect he'd used me too.

"Um, what did Ding Kan tell you?" I asked the little girl in the dilapidated house.

The little girl was very straightforward and told me everything. Some time ago, Ding Kan released a butterfly cut from white paper, saying he wanted to chat with the little girl.

The little girl thought it was quite interesting, so she also cut a butterfly from white paper and sent it back to Ding Kan, telling him she was willing to chat, and asking what he wanted to talk about.

So, Ding Kan told the little girl that he wanted to commission a human skin from her, and he also specified the requirements for the human skin.

The little girl immediately replied that making human skin was no problem, and she could achieve all the effects Ding Kan requested. However, since they weren't related, and they hadn't even met, the little girl couldn't just give him a human skin for free.

Ding Kan was also very generous. He told the little girl that he knew who her enemies were and what her unresolved issues were. As long as the little girl helped him make the human skin, he would help her get revenge. Even if he died, he would arrange everything before his death and find someone reliable and capable enough to help the little girl get revenge.

Hearing this, my face darkened. "You mean, I'm the idiot Ding Kan found to help you get revenge?"

"If you insist on calling yourself that, I don't object. Anyway, it's your own business. However, I sent Ding Kan the human skin he wanted a few days ago, and he has already used it. There are no problems with it. So, shouldn't we talk about helping me get revenge now?"

"This?" I silently cursed Ding Kan dozens of times in my mind. "Not so fast. I still have something to ask you."

"I know, but I plan to tell you the things you want to know after you help me get revenge. That's what Ding Kan told me too."

I sighed in frustration, tempted to just give up and leave.

Damn it, Ding Kan, did I owe you something? I was worried that you might have some unfinished business before you died, so I came out to find out exactly what you wanted to do, but you actually plotted against me and used me as a tool. Can your conscience really handle that?

"Tell me, who are your enemies?"

"The story has to start three years before I was born..."

"Stop!"

The little girl had just started, but I quickly pressed the pause button for her.

"Little friend, let's skip the story, okay? Just tell me who your enemy is. If I can handle it, I'll go do it. If I can't handle it, I'll pretend I don't know anything about this and that I've never been here. Is that okay?"

"No." The little girl refused very decisively. "If you don't listen to my story, I won't tell you about Ding Kan's affairs."

"Alright, tell me, keep it as brief as possible, just the important parts."

"No, my story is already this long, there's no way to shorten it. Every detail is important, and if any sentence is missed, my hatred cannot be fully expressed."

The little girl wouldn't budge an inch. This feeling really made me uncomfortable.

"One last request, if your story is really that long, then please invite me in and let me sit down and listen. You can't make me stand at the door. It's very impolite to treat guests like this."

"Okay."

With a creak, the half-broken door opened, and the little girl politely gestured for me to enter the half-collapsed dilapidated house.

"This is for you." The little girl handed over a mask. Judging from the material, it seemed to be made of human skin.

Although I also made a living dealing with the dead, I had always been very repulsed by human skin and bone products. I glanced at the human skin mask the little girl handed over, took it, and placed it aside without putting it on my face.

The little girl said, "Don't you want to see what my house looks like? Ding Kan said you've always regretted not being able to see a ghost house through a ghost's eyes. I'm only giving you this mask because you're going to help me get revenge later. If you don't appreciate it, forget it."

As she spoke, the little girl was about to take back the mask in my hand.

I quickly put it on my face. The scene in front of me immediately changed. The house was no longer a half-collapsed brick and mud house, but a brand-new small building.

That's not right!

Wasn't it said that ghosts see the house as it was when it was intact? How did it turn into a small building? This has nothing to do with the house in reality.

Also, where did the little girl I saw earlier go? Who is this person sitting across from me now? This girl must be seventeen or eighteen, right? Where did this beauty come from?

"Don't be so surprised. The world of ghosts is different from the world of humans. Some ghosts don't want to change after they die and remain in the same appearance as when they died. But some ghosts are different. After they die, they continue living their lives as they did when they were alive, still growing up day by day, and getting old day by day."

"I'm afraid you're the only one who thinks you're growing up day by day, right? Do other ghosts really see you like this? Do other ghosts really see your house as a delicate small building? Everything is just your imagination, right?"

I took off the mask on my face, and everything in front of me returned to its original appearance.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then smiled sadly. "Do you know what the most unlikable thing about you is?"

"I know. I'm very impatient with things I'm not interested in, and I don't even have the patience to pretend. You can just tell your story. There's no need for a live reenactment. I'm not a good actor and don't have Ding Kan's superb acting skills. I can't cooperate with you."

The little girl was a little disappointed, and she looked down at the dilapidated wooden table without saying a word. The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"By the way, what's your name?" I tried to break the awkwardness.

"Luosha Mei." The little girl said.

I was stunned. "Was that your name when you were alive?"

Would anyone give a child such a name?

Luosha Mei smiled sadly again. "When I was alive? What does 'when I was alive' mean? What if I told you that I've never been alive and that I was born dead? Would you believe it?"

"I believe it. There are indeed cases of stillbirths."

"It's not that kind of situation you're talking about." Luosha Mei said word by word, "I was born in Shilao Village."