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Those Days of Being a Ghost!
Fantasy做鬼的那几天!
Hanjiang Gusou
The time after death is like the earthly world. You can choose to be reincarnated as a human being, or you can choose to stay and work in the underworld, or you can apply for a position in heaven when heaven recruits immortal positions.
The time after death is like the earthly world. You can choose to be reincarnated as a human being, or you can choose to stay and work in the underworld, or you can apply for a position in heaven when heaven recruits immortal positions.

Seventy-seven Forty-nine Days with Ghosts
Short Fiction与鬼缠绵的七七四十九天
Hanjiang Gusou
Abo was trapped in Baoding for three years. He had to be in the heavy rain every night. He watched Han Wenwen turn into mist and dissipate. His fingertips couldn't keep even a trace of warmth, and he didn't even have time to say a word of condolence. She came back as a lonely soul and promised him to accompany her day and night, seven or seven forty-nine days, but the end point was marked from the beginning of this reunion, and the affection was to the extreme, leaving only the regret that gnaws at the bones, and the unwillingness to say goodbye.
Abo was trapped in Baoding for three years. He had to be in the heavy rain every night. He watched Han Wenwen turn into mist and dissipate. His fingertips couldn't keep even a trace of warmth, and he didn't even have time to say a word of condolence. She came back as a lonely soul and promised him to accompany her day and night, seven or seven forty-nine days, but the end point was marked from the beginning of this reunion, and the affection was to the extreme, leaving only the regret that gnaws at the bones, and the unwillingness to say goodbye.

Talented Woman
Fantasy鬼才女
Hanjiang Gusou
Dreaming back to the place where we met every night Missing each other every day makes me speechless Sighing the tears of the moon morning and night The country and the city are like smoke
Dreaming back to the place where we met every night Missing each other every day makes me speechless Sighing the tears of the moon morning and night The country and the city are like smoke