The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Because it's the first time I do..."

After roughly understanding her own level, Liuhua shrank her neck a little bit disappointed.

"Then I'll help you."

"Wu Ye?"

Liuhua looked at Wu Ye in surprise, and saw that he picked up a spoon casually, and Wu Ye scooped out a little soup from the pot to taste it.

"...the smell is a bit strange, what's wrong with you?"

"No, no... nothing!"

Staring blankly at Takeya, Liuhua's face suddenly turned red, and then she stood aside without saying a word.

"Hmm, the taste is a bit strange..."

Taking another sip of the soup, Wu Ye felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, a little strange, but also a little warm, and somehow he felt inexplicably happy.

Unconsciously tasted mouthful after mouthful, the curvature of the corner of Wu Ye's mouth couldn't be hidden no matter what.

Why is this so? It is obvious that Liuhua’s cuisine is not on the table at all, and although the taste is very strange, there is a sense of familiarity... Yes, the taste is a bit familiar, almost like, almost like...like , yesterday's flower fragrance from the other side? !

The hand holding the spoon trembled slightly, the smile on Wu Ye's face gradually froze, and then his eyes went dark, and his thoughts sank into the deep sea...

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When I opened my eyes again, the sun in the sky was already rising, the road in front of me was still so familiar, and the wild flowers on the wasteland were still swaying.

As far as the eyes could see was the bare cherry blossom forest. If Wu Ye remembered correctly, this place was called the land of the dead in the Miyuan Tomb.

Looking around in a daze, there were quite a few people standing scattered around. They had different clothes, including suits and leather shoes, straw sandals and coir raincoats, and even armor and military uniforms.

The only thing in common is that under the rising sun, they all present a translucent sense of unreality, like undead, or...

They are the undead.

"Hey, old man, how did you die?"

"Me? I accidentally fell into the lake while fishing and drowned. How about you, young man?"

"Master, are you so miserable? I'm fine. I owed some money and couldn't get it back, so I fell on the tram at the tram stop in front of my house."

"Well, that sounds painful."

"It's okay, it's okay, it disappeared in an instant, and it's not a big deal. There is a little brother over there who was stabbed to death by his girlfriend. Tsk tsk, that's much worse than me."

"Young man, you really have a big heart... Hey, it seems that there is another little guy over there."

The old man in coir raincoat leaned on a bamboo stick and came in front of Wu Ye who was standing there in a daze.

"Boy, hey, come back to your senses, young man."

"Uh, huh?"

"Hehe, it seems that I still don't understand where I am, young man."

The old man sighed softly, as if he had seen such a situation countless times, he said slowly:

"Remember how you died, boy."

"die?"

Wu Ye frowned, saying that he only remembered tasting the curry made by Liuhua just now, why did he return to Gensokyo for no reason... Wait!

Looking around, Wu Ye, who understood the situation for a moment, suddenly became quite exciting:

"...Damn! What kind of operation is poisoned to death by the dog food I distributed!"

"It's poisonous... Sigh, it seems that your experience is a bit miserable compared to ours, young man."

Seeing Wu Ye's ugly face, the old man sighed slightly and shook his head:

"My condolences. Since I'm dead, don't be nostalgic for the things of this world."

"..."

Pointing at himself wanting to cry but without tears, Wu Ye couldn't say anything, and he didn't know whether he was angry or depressed.

"You are very lucky, young man. It is said that Lord Death will come to save us today. You just catch up and don't need to stay here. Seeing that you are so young, you will not commit any serious crimes. You will probably be reincarnated soon. .”

Patting Wu Ye's shoulder comfortingly, the old man slowly turned and left, while muttering incomprehensibly:

"It's strange. People who came here shouldn't all be suicides. How come the souls who were poisoned also came? Could it be that they committed suicide? Weird things..."

Damn he actually died like this?

Until now, Wu Ye has no way to accept this fact. It is said that he is a good young man, he is happy to help others every day, he is the first to do hard work, and the peerless good boy who does good deeds without leaving behind has disappeared like this. ?Ah bah bah bah, what are you talking about!It is right to die young!

To be reasonable, when he was seventeen years old, he died without even touching a girl's hand? !

Uh, Reimu's doesn't count, Marisa's doesn't count, Mehong doesn't count... well, Gensokyo's doesn't count!

He died without even touching the hands of an outside girl!Except my sister and cousin!This is too tragic!It's too much!

Squatting on the ground in grief and indignation, Wu Ye didn't even have the desire to live for a moment... Well, he almost forgot that he was dead again!

"Depend on!"