I worked overtime until nine o'clock when I saw a young lady in red with a protruding front and back.
I chased her all the way to see her face - she turned back, her face was pale, and she grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears.
Then she pounced on me...
Passed through.
She jumped again and passed through again.
On the third pounce, she was sucked into my body and turned into a puddle of water.
Me: "???"
The next day, I discovered that I could walk through walls.
First reaction: Bathhouse!
Then I bumped into a seventy-year-old woman taking a shower in the women's bathroom.
She shouted, and so did I, and all the adults in the city remembered me.
On the third day, my supervisor invited me to dinner and poured a plate of duck blood into the hot pot. As he ate, his eyes began to bleed, drop by drop, into the pot.
I shouted: "I really don't like eating duck blood!!!"
He picked up a beer bottle and hit him on the head.
Later I learned that there are ghosts in this world, there are "pseudo-humans" who have been replaced by ghosts, and there is the "Bureau of Foreign Affairs", a national agency that specializes in dealing with ghosts.
And I - a social animal who came from time-to-time, my soul is empty, I just deliver food when I'm ghosting.
From then on, I lived a life of working during the day and eating ghosts at night.
Evil ghost? Tonic.
Pseudoman? Takeaway and meal.
The Bureau of Foreign Affairs thinks I am a peerless master, and the pseudo-people think I am a big boss of the same kind. Only I know——
I'm just an unlucky guy who wanted to see a beautiful woman but ended up eating a female ghost.
Until one day, I discovered that the ghost kings were planning a big conspiracy.
The only way to stop it is to turn myself into a banner and put all the ghosts in it.
OK.
If you don't work hard as a ghost, you will be brothers in the banner of thousands of souls.
——By the way, my face seems to be printed on that flag.
