Chapter 95
Confused
Chapter 95 Confused
"What the hell are you doing as a substitute driver? How much money can you earn? Back then, you should have listened to me and worked with me. You won't earn more in a month than you do in a year..."
"Wu Shihui of Dog R, if he had listened to me back then, he would have worked so hard like now..."
"As stupid as a pig, he deserves to be manipulated by others. If he had listened to me back then, but now he raises fish, walks around and takes care of children, how can it be so hard..."
"Fuck, why do you live longer than me? Don't you say that good people don't live long? Could it be that I am a good person..."
"It's a pity that my house and savings, I don't know which bastard is cheaper, but I left it for the good girl..."
"I don't know how the good girl is now, alas... I shouldn't have left her to her mother back then... But if I followed me, I'm probably a bastard now, and I'm useless. It's okay, okay good……"
As the old Huang Mao said, a little tenderness appeared on his face.
Song Ci also let out a long sigh of relief, this guy finally stopped making noise.
But before he could stop thinking about it, he began to curse again, mainly at Wu Shihui who was driving.
Call him stupid, call him stupid, call him a pig, call him heartless, the last time he was invited to a bar to drink, he fought with someone because of him, and almost hit a girl selling alcohol next to him, he didn't know until after he died, that The girl selling wine was a good girl he hadn't seen for many years.
That's why he, who was angry in his heart, ran back and cursed beside Wu Shihui.
Hearing him swearing, Song Ci wanted to laugh a little, but soon became impatient because there were too many swear words.
In addition, he drank some more wine, so he subconsciously yelled: "Shut up, it's too noisy."
Because Song Ci was sitting in the co-pilot, and Lao Huang Mao was sitting in the back row. After hearing the words, he immediately looked at Song Ci in shock. He wondered if he had heard it wrong.
But at this moment, Wu Shihui said: "Guest, I didn't say anything."
"I'm sorry, I drank some wine and I'm a little confused." Song Ci explained.
Now he was really worried that Lao Huang Mao would stretch out his hand to pull him. If he did, he might scare Wu Shihui, because if he touched Song Ci, he would show his figure.
Wu Shihui was driving, in a panic, there might be an accident.
But Wu Shihui heard what Song Ci said, so he didn't say any more. After all, people who drink alcohol are normal in any situation, and he has seen a lot.
But the old Huangmao in the back was a little disbelieving, and stared straight at Song Ci.
It seemed to be confirming that what Song Ci said just now was just a coincidence, and it was still said to him.
But Song Ci didn't look at him at all, and looked directly out of the window, which made it difficult for him to confirm for a while.
But he soon burst into laughter, he was just a drunk, he was drunk and talked more nonsense than the other party.
What's more, he has been dead for some time, he has been to many places, not only in this city, but also went to other provinces, met many people, but no one has ever seen him.
He even encountered some other tricks, and learned from other tricks that people can't see their existence at all. They seem to exist in different dimensions from humans. Although they are interdependent, they don't interfere with each other.
So the old yellow hair quickly withdrew his attention, but he didn't continue to curse, but also looked out of the car window.
But when Song Ci was about to get home, he started cursing again, but Song Ci thought he had finally calmed down just now.
But Song Ci didn't say anything more, because he had already arrived.
As Wu Shihui slowly drove the car into the garage, Song Ci happily paid the driver's fee.
After the car stopped, Song Ci opened the trunk and asked Wu Shihui to take out his small battery car, and at the same time took down the gift that Yun Wanli bought for Nuan Nuan.
"Thank you, boss. This is my business card. If you need a driver next time, you can contact me at any time." Wu Shihui said.
And took out a business card and handed it to Song Ci.
"Okay." Song Ci took it smoothly.
Then politely said: "Slow down on the road."
"Thank you, boss. Goodbye, boss." Wu Shihui rode his small battery car and left in a hurry.
When Wu Shihui walked away, Song Ci turned his head and looked at the old yellow hair who had been staring at him.
"Why don't you go with him?"
I didn't talk to the other party before because there were too many people at the entrance of the restaurant, and the car was worried that Wu Shihui would overreact and drove the car into a ditch.
Now in this quiet underground garage, he naturally has no worries.
"As expected, you can see me. What you said in the car just now was not drunk, so I just said, you don't look drunk at all." Old Huang Mao said pleasantly.
It turned out that seeing Song Ci's performance just now, he didn't look like he was drunk at all, and he had some doubts, so he stayed.
While speaking, he took a few steps forward and stuck it up.
"If you have something to say, what are you doing so close?" Song Ci frowned and took two steps back.
"Aren't you afraid of me? I'm cunning."
The old yellow hair raised his eyebrows, showing a fierce look.
"Then guess, if I can see you and talk to you, can I deal with you?" Song Ci asked with a half-smile.
"Huh? That—big brother—the archmage, I'm born with a low mouth, just kidding, you put me as a fart, don't compare with people like me, no, this kind of trick ..."
The old huangmao was almost cowed in seconds, and quietly took two steps back, looking as humble as he could be.
"Okay, stop talking so much nonsense."
Song Ci saw that he was going on and on, and was about to continue, so he hurriedly interrupted him.
The old yellow-haired man immediately shut his mouth when he heard the words.
"How did you die? Since you're dead, why didn't you return to the sea of souls?" Song Ci sized him up and asked curiously.
The old Huang Mao was only in his forties, and his body looked very strong. He didn't seem to have died of a disease or died of illness. He looked more likely to be stabbed to death.
"I don't know either." Lao Huangmao scratched the back of his head, showing a confused look.
"You don't know how you died?" Song Ci was a little surprised.
"Of course I know how I died. I jumped off a building." Seeing Song Ci's surprised expression, Lao Huang Mao hurriedly explained.
Judging by the way he was anxiously explaining, I guess he was worried that the "Great Mage" thought he was a fool.
"Don't you know? Why do you still say you don't know?"
"Although I died by jumping off the building, I don't want to jump off the building at all. I am living a good life, and I have not been hurt emotionally or financially. Why should I jump off the building? But then For some reason, I just felt my mind was confused, so I jumped down from upstairs, and then I became like this." Old Huang Mao opened his arms, showing a distressed look.
Song Ci was also a little surprised when he heard the words, and vaguely guessed that the death of the old Huangmao might have something else hidden.
However, he didn't continue to ask any more questions. From the old Huangmao's evasive answer, it could be seen that the other party was very wary of him and didn't trust him at all.
If you keep asking yourself, it will arouse the other party's vigilance even more. At first glance, the old scumbag looks like a gangster in the society, he is very wary, and his heart is far less sincere than he appears on the surface.
So Song Ci didn't even ask his name, and said directly: "Okay, where should you go, don't follow me."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Seeing that Song Ci left so lightly, Lao Huangmao showed hesitation and entanglement. After all, Song Ci was the first person who could see him.
And Song Ci also guessed that this would be the case. Since the other party stayed in the world and refused to leave, he must have an unfulfilled wish.
And Song Ci deliberately throws out questions, no matter whether the other party answers or not, this unfulfilled wish will emerge from the bottom of the other party's heart.
And as the only person who can see him, the temptation is too great, and sooner or later he will come back to him.
PS: Ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)
"What the hell are you doing as a substitute driver? How much money can you earn? Back then, you should have listened to me and worked with me. You won't earn more in a month than you do in a year..."
"Wu Shihui of Dog R, if he had listened to me back then, he would have worked so hard like now..."
"As stupid as a pig, he deserves to be manipulated by others. If he had listened to me back then, but now he raises fish, walks around and takes care of children, how can it be so hard..."
"Fuck, why do you live longer than me? Don't you say that good people don't live long? Could it be that I am a good person..."
"It's a pity that my house and savings, I don't know which bastard is cheaper, but I left it for the good girl..."
"I don't know how the good girl is now, alas... I shouldn't have left her to her mother back then... But if I followed me, I'm probably a bastard now, and I'm useless. It's okay, okay good……"
As the old Huang Mao said, a little tenderness appeared on his face.
Song Ci also let out a long sigh of relief, this guy finally stopped making noise.
But before he could stop thinking about it, he began to curse again, mainly at Wu Shihui who was driving.
Call him stupid, call him stupid, call him a pig, call him heartless, the last time he was invited to a bar to drink, he fought with someone because of him, and almost hit a girl selling alcohol next to him, he didn't know until after he died, that The girl selling wine was a good girl he hadn't seen for many years.
That's why he, who was angry in his heart, ran back and cursed beside Wu Shihui.
Hearing him swearing, Song Ci wanted to laugh a little, but soon became impatient because there were too many swear words.
In addition, he drank some more wine, so he subconsciously yelled: "Shut up, it's too noisy."
Because Song Ci was sitting in the co-pilot, and Lao Huang Mao was sitting in the back row. After hearing the words, he immediately looked at Song Ci in shock. He wondered if he had heard it wrong.
But at this moment, Wu Shihui said: "Guest, I didn't say anything."
"I'm sorry, I drank some wine and I'm a little confused." Song Ci explained.
Now he was really worried that Lao Huang Mao would stretch out his hand to pull him. If he did, he might scare Wu Shihui, because if he touched Song Ci, he would show his figure.
Wu Shihui was driving, in a panic, there might be an accident.
But Wu Shihui heard what Song Ci said, so he didn't say any more. After all, people who drink alcohol are normal in any situation, and he has seen a lot.
But the old Huangmao in the back was a little disbelieving, and stared straight at Song Ci.
It seemed to be confirming that what Song Ci said just now was just a coincidence, and it was still said to him.
But Song Ci didn't look at him at all, and looked directly out of the window, which made it difficult for him to confirm for a while.
But he soon burst into laughter, he was just a drunk, he was drunk and talked more nonsense than the other party.
What's more, he has been dead for some time, he has been to many places, not only in this city, but also went to other provinces, met many people, but no one has ever seen him.
He even encountered some other tricks, and learned from other tricks that people can't see their existence at all. They seem to exist in different dimensions from humans. Although they are interdependent, they don't interfere with each other.
So the old yellow hair quickly withdrew his attention, but he didn't continue to curse, but also looked out of the car window.
But when Song Ci was about to get home, he started cursing again, but Song Ci thought he had finally calmed down just now.
But Song Ci didn't say anything more, because he had already arrived.
As Wu Shihui slowly drove the car into the garage, Song Ci happily paid the driver's fee.
After the car stopped, Song Ci opened the trunk and asked Wu Shihui to take out his small battery car, and at the same time took down the gift that Yun Wanli bought for Nuan Nuan.
"Thank you, boss. This is my business card. If you need a driver next time, you can contact me at any time." Wu Shihui said.
And took out a business card and handed it to Song Ci.
"Okay." Song Ci took it smoothly.
Then politely said: "Slow down on the road."
"Thank you, boss. Goodbye, boss." Wu Shihui rode his small battery car and left in a hurry.
When Wu Shihui walked away, Song Ci turned his head and looked at the old yellow hair who had been staring at him.
"Why don't you go with him?"
I didn't talk to the other party before because there were too many people at the entrance of the restaurant, and the car was worried that Wu Shihui would overreact and drove the car into a ditch.
Now in this quiet underground garage, he naturally has no worries.
"As expected, you can see me. What you said in the car just now was not drunk, so I just said, you don't look drunk at all." Old Huang Mao said pleasantly.
It turned out that seeing Song Ci's performance just now, he didn't look like he was drunk at all, and he had some doubts, so he stayed.
While speaking, he took a few steps forward and stuck it up.
"If you have something to say, what are you doing so close?" Song Ci frowned and took two steps back.
"Aren't you afraid of me? I'm cunning."
The old yellow hair raised his eyebrows, showing a fierce look.
"Then guess, if I can see you and talk to you, can I deal with you?" Song Ci asked with a half-smile.
"Huh? That—big brother—the archmage, I'm born with a low mouth, just kidding, you put me as a fart, don't compare with people like me, no, this kind of trick ..."
The old huangmao was almost cowed in seconds, and quietly took two steps back, looking as humble as he could be.
"Okay, stop talking so much nonsense."
Song Ci saw that he was going on and on, and was about to continue, so he hurriedly interrupted him.
The old yellow-haired man immediately shut his mouth when he heard the words.
"How did you die? Since you're dead, why didn't you return to the sea of souls?" Song Ci sized him up and asked curiously.
The old Huang Mao was only in his forties, and his body looked very strong. He didn't seem to have died of a disease or died of illness. He looked more likely to be stabbed to death.
"I don't know either." Lao Huangmao scratched the back of his head, showing a confused look.
"You don't know how you died?" Song Ci was a little surprised.
"Of course I know how I died. I jumped off a building." Seeing Song Ci's surprised expression, Lao Huang Mao hurriedly explained.
Judging by the way he was anxiously explaining, I guess he was worried that the "Great Mage" thought he was a fool.
"Don't you know? Why do you still say you don't know?"
"Although I died by jumping off the building, I don't want to jump off the building at all. I am living a good life, and I have not been hurt emotionally or financially. Why should I jump off the building? But then For some reason, I just felt my mind was confused, so I jumped down from upstairs, and then I became like this." Old Huang Mao opened his arms, showing a distressed look.
Song Ci was also a little surprised when he heard the words, and vaguely guessed that the death of the old Huangmao might have something else hidden.
However, he didn't continue to ask any more questions. From the old Huangmao's evasive answer, it could be seen that the other party was very wary of him and didn't trust him at all.
If you keep asking yourself, it will arouse the other party's vigilance even more. At first glance, the old scumbag looks like a gangster in the society, he is very wary, and his heart is far less sincere than he appears on the surface.
So Song Ci didn't even ask his name, and said directly: "Okay, where should you go, don't follow me."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Seeing that Song Ci left so lightly, Lao Huangmao showed hesitation and entanglement. After all, Song Ci was the first person who could see him.
And Song Ci also guessed that this would be the case. Since the other party stayed in the world and refused to leave, he must have an unfulfilled wish.
And Song Ci deliberately throws out questions, no matter whether the other party answers or not, this unfulfilled wish will emerge from the bottom of the other party's heart.
And as the only person who can see him, the temptation is too great, and sooner or later he will come back to him.
PS: Ask for a monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)