I Keep Myself Alive by Catching Ghosts

“So, does that mean I'm dead?”

“Mm-hmm!”

In a room with a distinctive style, two people stared wide-eyed at each other.

Xiao Jing looked at the old man sitting behind the desk and felt annoyed. The old man had no respect for the young at all. A kid who was over 200 months old was asking him a question, and he was busy doing his own thing. Xiao Jing was being perfectly polite, too.

All he got was an “Mm,” or silence.

The old folks of this generation had serious problems with their way of thinking!

They were so ill-mannered!

Wearing reading glasses, the old man calmly and leisurely leafed through the files in front of him.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.