After Meng Chuan left his home, he went first to his own graveyard...
Uh, that sounded strange, but it was the truth.
Looking at the photograph on his tombstone, Meng Chuan was speechless for a while.
In the end, he drifted away without changing anything.
If he had been buried, then let him remain buried.
After leaving the graveyard, Meng Chuan went to another city.
He stood outside a food street and watched a heavily bundled-up woman emerge carrying bags of food.
It was winter here now. Bundling up was only natural.
"Hello? Who is this?"
She suddenly pulled out her phone and answered a call.
"You again? I know, I already told you what kind of person Meng Chuan was. What else do you want me to say?"
"You're not calling to ask me about him? Then why are you calling?"
"You want me to contact you immediately if I see Meng Chuan?!"
"Are you out of your minds?!"
"Meng Chuan is dead. How would I see him? Are you making a joke out of his death?"
"Just you wait. I'm calling the police right now. Fuck you—ow! What are you doing? You're blocking my way."
Meng Chuan had stopped in front of her. Listening to her agitated voice, he smiled helplessly.
"It's me."
As Meng Chuan spoke, he hung up the call with the staff member.
"And who are you?"
She looked up and froze when she saw Meng Chuan's face.
Thud!
The food bags fell from her hands, but she didn't even notice.
Her eyes went wide. First she let out a shriek, her voice strangely twisted, then she began muttering to herself.
"I really have seen a ghost."
"Has the Weird revived? Is that why that person called to warn me?"
"But given our relationship, you