I, the lord of ghost stories

Chapter 20 Posthumous Letters

After leaving Chonggong's house, Chonggong Xingzi passed a small garden alone.

A few wisps of white clouds drift leisurely above the clear sky that is as blue as washed.

By the side of a small park surrounded by a green belt, I saw a strange girl in a postal uniform.

Surrounded by a dozen white, yellow, and black stray cats, she looked panicked, as if she didn't know how to deal with it.

A snow-white kitten climbed up her wide-brimmed hat along the clothes, its tail drooping slightly.

After the immature girl let out a cute exclamation, her whole body became stiff, as if she was frightened by the cat.

"Hahaha, Wen Jia, you're actually afraid of cats!"

Another girl in the same uniform showed a knowing smile.

She was also surrounded by many cats.

"Ah - it appeared, grab it quickly!"

A cat with a jewel black body and no trace of variegation smelled the smell, joined the group of cats, and lay on the ground.

It seemed to be drunk, turning its belly and rolling, and the cat's face was full of intoxication.

Then he was grabbed by the back of the neck with one hand, lifted in the air, and paddled weakly with four paws.

Sachiko emerged and grabbed the cat.

"Are you looking for it?"

"Thank you."

After the girls thanked them politely, they turned their eyes directly to the struggling cat.

They turned a blind eye to the details that made Sachiko different from normal people.

"Is that it?"

"Seems to be."

The girls squatted down, checking a letter with a black stamp on it.

"Liu Li, what should we do?"

A girl named Wenjia asked her companion:

"Ordinary cats must not be able to read."

"Maybe it's not text... There are people who sent it to pets before, maybe it's something that pets will use."

Liuli thought for a while, and opened the envelope.

A key lay quietly in the envelope.

"Ah, it's the key again!"

"I'm worried that if I die, the cat won't be able to enter the door..."

"Ah."

Wen Jia responded lightly.

"Can I ask, what are you doing?"

Along the way, Sachiko rarely saw two girls who could see her.

"We are postmen."

"The postman who conveys the thoughts of the dead."

It is said that the souls of the dead will stay in this world for a long time because of their nostalgia for the world of the living.

The posthumous text is dedicated to expressing thoughts for this type of soul.

"Some people don't change until they die once.

Some words can only be boldly expressed by resorting to pen and ink. "

"After death, a person should go to the underworld soon, but some souls can forcibly resist with persistent thoughts, and finally wander alone in the world until they disappear."

"Until the soul dies completely, I can't find a way to convey my heart."

"It would be great if there were postmen who delivered letters to the deceased. For some reason or another, with such expectations—then there would be the miracle of sending letters after death."

The answer was the energetic girl Rurei with a smile on her face.

It is impossible for ordinary souls to interfere.

Even if they linger in this world, they are as illusory as a breeze, a puff of steam.

Only very few can have entities.

Sachiko also relied on the power of Yuu Sifeng to do this for a short time.

"You are also an obsessed spirit, you can still send a letter for the last time before going to the underworld."

"Give it to your relatives, friends, colleagues, or even your cat at home, it's fine."

"There's always something you wanted to say, but didn't say, right?"

"Or an apology that I wanted to say, but didn't say in the end."

"Even, even if it is to explain the password of the bank card, it is okay."

"It doesn't take much because it's a miracle that breaks the rules."

"However, there is only one miracle."

Wen Jia handed over the letter paper and signature pen.

"So it's up to you to choose who you want to send this letter to."

Sachiko didn't refuse, and took the letter paper and pen.

When she got it, she was slightly surprised.

The paper and pen both have a crystal light.

Light is something that only spirits can see, with a certain power that cannot be faked.

It is very light, so light that no matter how weak the spirit is, it can touch and hold it up.

"It's a wonderful idea to deliver letters from the dead to the living."

Sachiko sighed.

"It is indeed a miracle that a person who has died can still confide for the last time."

……

"Your respect, Father."

"When you read this letter, it means that I am dead..."

"Please don't be sad about my affairs. Life and death are at your fingertips. There are countless short cuts. It cannot be redeemed by human power."

"Although my daughter is dead, it can be said that she has not left.

Please don't worry, my daughter is very happy here. "

"Your Majesty must have already said about Ji Zi, and my daughter doesn't want to go into details, but there is only one thing - you must not be careless about your studies.

Father please take time out of his busy schedule to pay more attention to Kiko's studies, at least finish her studies at Women's University! "

"Jiko can help with family affairs, but please don't blame her too much. There are some unfamiliarity at the beginning, and you will become proficient after studying more."

"Besides, your highness has already agreed to solve your work problem, so please don't worry too much."

"Now your daughter and you belong to yin and yang, and you often don't see each other more often, so as not to bring unpredictable disasters."

"If you miss me, you can write a letter and send it to the shrine.

If His Highness transfers it to my daughter, I guess there should be no serious problems..."

"I didn't dare to vent about the matter after death, so I have to give it to His Highness Jinkou, and hereby make this an example."

"The underworld is not a safe place to live everywhere, but His Highness has a land of grace."

"A hundred years from now, my daughter will welcome you in person to the realm of His Highness's protection."

"It's only a hundred years in life, but it can be a long time after death.

The daughter encountered a catastrophe, but also owed her kindness, so why didn't she respond to the saying that the misfortune and the blessing depended on it. "

"When I think about seeing each other again in the future, a lot of sadness drifts away with the fine clouds in the sky."

"Written here, I just feel that the words don't express the meaning. If there is any inappropriate wording, I hope my father can forgive me."

"Although I feel that there are still unfinished words in my heart, there are only two words left in the pen."

"My daughter, Sachiko."

Chong Gongliang repeatedly read the letter on the table.

This letter was sent by a girl who claimed to be a posthumous postman, and it was called a "posthumous letter".

On the table, on the left hand side, was a strange envelope with a black stamp on it, which had been torn open.

The more he read, the more serious he was, holding the light and weightless letter paper, his serious attitude seemed to be treating rare and rare antiques.

"Really, Sachiko is doing well, that's good."

"That's fine."

He looked up with a smile, and suddenly tears filled his eyes.

As if he had found a treasure, he put away the letter paper and envelope as a precious place.

Ji Zi came in from the outside and happened to see the writing on the envelope.

"It's a letter from my sister? Why didn't you say it face to face?"

Sachiko could guess what was inside without reading the letter.

"Kiko, are you willing to forgive Dad?"

"……Um."

Kiko was also a little embarrassed to squeeze out this word.

"I was wrong too... I have a deep reflection..."

Proactively apologizing doesn't seem to be as difficult as you might think.

Chapter 21 Mind

In front of Sifeng Yuanyu, Ji Zi's face was relatively thin, and after saying a few words, he hurriedly found an excuse to leave.

After she left, it became a chat between Sifeng Yuanyou and Chong Gongliang again.

"Sifeng Yard, thank you for everything you have done."

Chong Gongliang put his hands on his knees and bowed deeply very solemnly.

He said word by word, with an unusually heavy tone:

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would lose another daughter."

"Don't be too polite, even without me, Kiko will be fine."

Sifengyuan helped Chong Gongliang up.

Strictly speaking, Yuu Sifeng did not do much in this matter.

Without the intervention of Sifengyuan, she would have become a hell girl with a high probability.

Seriously, this might not be a good place to go.

Of course, hell is not a livable zone after all, and it may not be so comfortable to live in.