Every Ghost in the World Comes Begging to Me

"Buddy! There aren't any ghosts in this world, right?"

A weathered middle-aged man sat on a bench, chatting with a handsome young man.

Xu Ze looked at the middle-aged man, paused, then agreed with him.

"You're right, sir!"

"There are no ghosts in this world. There never have been."

"We should believe in science and dialectical materialism. The essence of the world is matter. Matter came before consciousness; matter determines consciousness, and consciousness is a reflection of matter."

He said this to the middle-aged man with righteous conviction.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.