A ghost had suddenly come to sell his son's yin-longevity, and I frowned slightly.
When the middle-aged male ghost saw his son clutching his hand and crying, he swung a slap at him.
With a sharp smack, the child ghost was slapped flat onto the ground and immediately began sobbing, "Wuwuwu..."
The middle-aged male ghost cursed viciously:
"If I don't sell you, who am I supposed to sell? Sell myself? You little bastard!"
My cheek twitched twice when I heard that. What the hell kind of father was this?
Then, the middle-aged male ghost looked back at me. His vicious expression toward his son vanished, replaced by a timid, obsequious smile as he said:
"I'm sorry, Boss. The kid's being ignorant and disturbed you.
Boss, I'll sell all of my son's yin-longevity. I can even sell his body.
I'll have my son sign it himself later.
All I want is a place to stay—a burial plot where I can settle down—and some incense offerings."
The middle-aged male ghost came to the counter, bowing and scraping with great politeness.
When he saw that I said nothing, he turned to the child ghost lying on the ground and sobbing, "Wuwuwu," and said:
"What are you crying for? Get over here!
If it weren't for taking you to kindergarten, would I have gotten hit by a car and died because I was drunk?
Damn it, you're just like your mother, both worthless sluts.
You're useless. Now that you're dead, selling you will at least let me collect some interest."
I was already getting annoyed, but upon hearing those words, I felt my entire worldview explode.
There were fathers like this in the world?
He knew he was drunk, yet he still took a child to kindergarten. Then, after dying in a car accident,