"So you are dead!" I don't know how many times I have repeated it.
"Huh? Well, I know." He looked innocent.
"Then why are you still following me?" I tried to suppress the anger in my heart. "Hurry up and become a Buddha." I said as calmly as possible.
"Sure enough, you were the one who hit me to death, otherwise why would I see you when I opened my eyes?" He suddenly floated over, his somewhat transparent face almost passing through me.
"Only the devil knows!" The anger I had tried so hard to suppress suddenly burst out, and I yelled.
"Huh? But I don't know." He started to circle around me, "So it was you who killed me, right? Otherwise, why would I follow you?"
"I didn't! God knows who hit you to death." I glared at him, "Didn't you lose your memory? How do you know you were hit to death?"
"Because you were driving when I saw you, so I was hit and killed by you." He stopped spinning and floated in the air with a serious look on his face.
"I told you, it's not me." Oh my god, why am I so unlucky? I saw a ghost so early in the morning.