I am a ghost, and I don't know why I am a ghost and not a ghost. It seems that a little girl saw me in the kitchen when I was acting out the tragedy of being hanged. She was so frightened by me that she screamed in panic, ah! Yes, there is a ghost here! Then I realized that the adjective of my identity changed from one to only. Actually, I don't particularly hate it. It's just that I raised a guinea pig when I was alive. Every time I showed it off, haha, I raised a guinea pig. Do you know, it's so cute?••••••But now, my identity is the same as that of it, and both are described as "only". In this regard, Hu Ye said that the mountain is big. Hu Ye was my maiden name during my lifetime. It stayed with me for twenty years. But, unfortunately, almost no one calls her or my name anymore. I don't think there's anything wrong with the fact that no one calls me by my name. Because I really don't like this name, even though it is a very important thing to me now. As a ghost, I have nothing to show off except the name. However, I also hate it when people call me disrespectful and pronounce my name upside down: chamber pot!