I use ghosts as cash machines

Chapter 118 Three people are also okay?
The people who lined up next to them didn't dare to hold back their strength, for fear that if they used too little force, they would get into trouble, so they didn't dare to hold back their strength.

They beat me until there was no good flesh left on my body. Then they let me down from the pillar and made me kneel in the open space nearby.

There were several people kneeling like me in the open space. Some had been beaten, while others had not. They looked at me with sad expressions. I knew that they were not only looking at me, but also at themselves.

Then, another person was tied to the pillar.

……

I watched this crazy scene and felt a huge sadness in my heart.

But there's nothing I can do.

I can't even... protect myself.

By the time the farce was over, the sun had already set. The man who had been shouting slogans had run out of energy, and after summarizing his work for the day in a few concise sentences, he left in high spirits.

There was no telling how many hidden items he had in his arms, which were hidden during the house search. Even his pockets were bulging.

As soon as this man left, the crowd that had gathered around him dispersed immediately, and those around me who had been beaten were also helped away one after another.

In the end, I was the only one left.

I have no memory of my previous body, I don't know where home is, and I don't know why no one came to pick me up.

My hands and feet were still tied. Occasionally, someone passed by, but no one dared to come up and help untie me.

They are all afraid of having anything to do with me.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the red and swollen whip marks all over my body began to feel a burning pain. Compared to this, the hunger in my stomach was what made me anxious and restless.

The sky has darkened.

There were no street lights at this time, and as soon as the sun went down, the world was shrouded in darkness.

There was only a moon, emitting a faint light.

Just fall asleep. As long as you fall asleep, the pain won’t be so severe anymore.

As long as you fall asleep, you won’t feel hungry anymore.

I closed my eyes.

After a while, I felt the ropes binding my hands and feet loosen.

I opened my eyes and saw a little boy helping me untie the rope.

"Thank you."

Just saying these three words took me a lot of effort.

The little boy looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was dirty and dressed in rags, like a little beggar.

"This is not your fault." He paused and said, "My condolences."

I can understand the first half of the sentence, but the condolences in the second half...

"Do you know me? Who am I? Where are my family?" I immediately perked up a little.

The dirty little boy had a puzzled look on his face.

"do not you know?"

I started to make up a lie: "I was probably too shocked and forgot about it for a moment."

"Forgot?" The little boy nodded thoughtfully: "Traumatic memory loss, it may be caused by excessive pressure or stimulation, but this is temporary, don't be afraid."

I:……???
How did this dirty little boy come up with such a professional term as "traumatic memory loss"?

While he was helping me untie the knot on the rope, he muttered, "Oh, this is just the beginning." Me: ??? !!!
This little beggar could say "traumatic memory loss" and could explain it by saying he might have had some adventure, but knowing that this civil strife had just begun, how could this be possible!!
unless……

"Odd changes to even?"

I uttered this classic line in disbelief, which is spoken when two time travelers recognize each other.

The little boy stared at me blankly with his eyes wide open, and stammered:
"Symbols, see...quadrants?"

I was shocked: "Who are you?"

Could it be that... when this actor was young, he actually met a time traveler?
Oh my god, could it be that time travel really happened? And it was encountered by the soul that I empathize with?

I was just daydreaming and marveling at the fact that I had such an amazing encounter when the little boy in front of me announced his name:
"I'm Chu Yucheng. Are you...Senior Sister Su?"

……

Okay, I was overthinking. This was not a time travel, but for some unknown reason, Chu Yucheng's soul was also dragged into empathy by me, and finally projected onto this little boy and possessed the boy's memories.

Chu Yucheng told what memories he had.

Ever since the little boy could remember, he had been following a blind fortune teller to make a living. Although the blind man had some real skills, because he was blind, few people believed him and he could not make much money, so he always had no food to eat.

Fortunately, the blind man was very nice to him. He always gave him first chance to eat anything, and he finally raised him up.

The good times did not last long. Just last year, the blind man who depended on him passed away. As a teenager of only fifteen or sixteen, no one came to him for fortune-telling anymore.

Fortunately, he was young and still had some strength, so he could earn some money by doing odd jobs, and at least he wouldn't starve.

He became a waiter in a theater, working as a waiter and doing odd jobs, pouring tea and snacks for the guests and providing logistical support for the opera actors.

And "I" was the son of the theater owner and also the top star of the theater.

Especially when she plays the role of a female warrior wearing a long robe, every time she uses the spear, the audience will cheer.

The gait is graceful, the dancing is clean and neat, and the singing, reciting, acting and fighting are all pleasing to the eye.

Every time there was a play by me in the theater, there was always a constant stream of guests and the audience was crowded.

The boy could therefore receive a lot of tips and buy some maltose.

It’s a pity that the situation changed suddenly.

A group of people rushed into the theater and ransacked and smashed it. My father and I were also tied up.

"What about my parents?" I paused. "I mean, what about the owner of the theater?"

Chu Yucheng's throat moved: "The owner of the theater was beaten to death. As far as I remember, the owner had no wife."

That's why I want to express my condolences.

My hands and feet were no longer bound, and Chu Yucheng handed me some water and half a wrinkled steamed bun.

I ate and regained some strength. The theater was gone and I couldn't go back. Chu Yucheng said we could go to his house - where he and the blind fortune teller used to live.

He supported me and I limped slowly.

"Have we really traveled through time? Where exactly is this place?" Chu Yucheng looked around.

"We are not traveling through time. Instead, we are in the memory of that evil ghost, experiencing what he experienced when he was alive. He is showing it to us."

Chu Yucheng was surprised: "How did we get into the memory of a ghost! Did he bring us in? What is his purpose in bringing us in?"

I explained to Chu Yucheng that I had the ability of empathy.

"Although I used this ability because I had no other options, now that I think about it, empathy has an indispensable condition - both parties must be willing. Considering that he set up a formation to trap us but did not hurt us too much, I guess..." I paused: "He may not want to kill us."

"It's just that I'm not sure why you were also dragged into the sympathy."