Chapter 340: Is the world on fire?

Little Xiao Xunbao had a large bump on its head, looked at the sky falling downward, and showed an expression of having no love for life.

It felt that it was extremely unlucky; not only was it attacked just after waking up, but its Beast Tamer had also suddenly gone missing.

After searching for a long time, it just moved here and was hit again.

Suddenly, something came into view...

"I am a failure, I hardly pay attention to whether the sun is shining or not, because there is no time.

"My parents couldn't provide me with support, my education isn't high, and I am alone in the city searching for a future.

"I found many jobs, but none of them hired me; perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't love communicating, and hasn't shown enough ability.

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"I only ate two loaves of bread for three whole days, hunger made it impossible for me to sleep at night; fortunately, I paid a month's rent in advance and could continue to live in that dark basement, without having to go outside to endure the abnormally cold wind of winter.

"Finally, I found a job, guarding at night in a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined, the wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, it was dim everywhere, and I could only rely on the little bit of light seeping out from inside the room to help me see my feet.

"The smell there was very unpleasant, from time to time dead people were stuffed into body bags and sent over, and we cooperated to help move them into the morgue.

"This isn't a very good job, but at least it allows me to afford bread, and the free time at night can also be used for study; after all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there are bodies that need to be sent over or transported away for cremation; of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I don't see any hope of saving money.

"I have to thank my former colleague; if it weren't for his sudden resignation, I might not even have been able to get such a job.

"I dream of being able to rotate to be responsible for the day; now I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up after night falls, making my body a bit weak, and my head also occasionally throbs with pain.

"One day, the mover sent a new body.

"I heard from others that this is my former colleague who resigned suddenly.

"I was a bit curious about him; after everyone left, I pulled out the cabinet and quietly opened the body bag.

"He was an old man, his face was blue and white, full of wrinkles, and he looked very scary under the very dim light.

"He didn't have much hair, most of it was white, all his clothes had been taken off, and not even a piece of cloth was left for him.

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black, I can't describe the specific appearance, the light at that time was really too dim.

"I reached out and touched that mark, nothing special.

"Looking at this former colleague, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be the same as him...

"I told him that tomorrow I will accompany him to the crematorium and personally bring his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible for these things won't find it troublesome and just throw them in some river or wasteland.

"This will sacrifice one morning of my sleep, but fortunately, it will be Sunday soon, so I can make up for it.

"After saying that, I fixed the body bag and stuffed it back into the cabinet.

"The light in the room seemed to be even dimmer...

"After that day, every time I sleep, I always dream of a thick fog.

"I have a premonition that something will happen soon, a premonition that sooner or later something I don't know if I can call human will come to find me, but no one is willing to believe me, thinking that in such an environment and such a job, my spirit has become abnormal and I need to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked at the narrator who stopped suddenly:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed very flat, and beside his hand was a simple dark round hat.

He looked ordinary, like most people in the tavern, black hair, light blue eyes, not good-looking, nor ugly, lacking obvious features.

And the narrator in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall and straight figure, slender limbs, also black short hair, light blue eyes, but with deep facial features that could make people's eyes light up.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed:

"And then?

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"Then I resigned and returned to the countryside, coming here to brag with you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a bit of teasing meaning.

That male guest froze for a moment:

"Are the things you just told bragging?"

"Haha." A burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

The laughter subsided slightly, and a thin middle-aged man looked at the slightly embarrassed guest and said:

"Outsider, you actually believe Lumian's story; what he tells every day is different; yesterday he was still a down-and-out guy whose engagement was broken by his fiancée because of poverty, and today he has become a morgue keeper!"

"Right, saying something about thirty years on the east side of the Selenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Selenzo River, only knowing how to babble!" Another tavern regular followed up.

They were all farmers from this large village of Kordu, wearing short jackets that were black, gray, or brown.

The black-haired young man called Lumian supported the bar with both hands, stood up slowly, and said with a smile:

"You know, this isn't a story I made up, it was all written by my sister; she loves writing stories the most, and is also a columnist for some 'Novel Weekly'."

After speaking, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the guest from outside, and smiled brilliantly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry, I made you misunderstand."

That man wearing a brown tweed jacket and ordinary appearance wasn't angry, stood up as well, and responded with a smile:

"A very interesting story.

"How should I address you?"

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others?" Lumian laughed.

That guest from outside nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions Valentine and Leah."

The latter sentence referred to the man and woman sitting next to him.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with powder on his yellow hair, eyes that weren't big but had a color a bit deeper than lake blue, wearing a white vest, a blue fine tweed coat, and black trousers; he had clearly dressed up carefully before going out.

He looked quite indifferent and didn't look much at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

That woman looked younger than the two men, with a head of light gray long hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil serving as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and her gaze toward Lumian carried undisguised amusement; she seemed to find what had just happened only interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Leah revealed a tall, pretty nose and beautifully curved lips; in a countryside like Kordu village, she definitely counted as a beauty.

She wore a white unpleated cashmere tight dress, paired with a beige small coat and a pair of Marsil boots; she also tied two small silver bells on her veil and boots respectively. When she walked into the tavern just now, she went ding-a-ling all the way, very eye-catching, making many men stare straight.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable dress only found in big cities like the provincial capital Bigo or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded to the three outsiders:

"My name is Lumian Lee, you can call me Lumian directly."

"Lee?" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong, is there a problem with my surname?" Lumian asked curiously.

Ryan Cos helped Leah explain:

"This surname of yours makes people afraid; I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the surrounding farmers and herdsmen looking puzzled, he explained further:

"People who have come into contact with sailors and sea merchants all know that there is such a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Rather encounter those pirate generals or even kings than run into someone named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I'm not sure, but since there is such a legend, it definitely won't be bad."

He ended this topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it deserves a drink, what do you want?"

"A glass of 'Green Fairy'." Lumian wasn't polite at all and sat back down.

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you, absinthe is harmful to the human body; this kind of wine may cause mental confusion and make you have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trend of Trier to have spread here." Leah added with a smile beside him.

Lumian said "Oh":

"So Trier people also like to drink 'Green Fairy'...

"For us, life is already hard enough, there's no need to care about a little more harm; this kind of wine can let our spirits get greater relaxation."

"Alright." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A glass of 'Green Fairy', and give me another glass of 'Spicy Heart'."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit shochu.

"Why don't you give me a glass of 'Green Fairy' too? I was the one who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you the situation of this kid exactly!" The thin middle-aged man who first exposed that Lumian told stories every day shouted dissatisfiedly, "Outsider, I can tell, you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, in order to drink a free glass of wine, you really can do anything!" Lumian responded loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself, that way I can drink another glass of 'Green Fairy'?"

"Because they don't know whether to believe the situation you're talking about." The middle-aged man named Pierre laughed triumphantly, "The story your sister loves to tell children the most is 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'; people who always lie will inevitably lose credibility."

"Alright." Lumian shrugged his shoulders, watching the bartender push a glass of pale green wine in front of him.

Ryan looked at him and asked for advice:

"Is it okay?"

"No problem, as long as your wallet is enough to pay for these drinks." Lumian didn't care at all.

"Then another glass of 'Green Fairy'." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was suddenly full of smiles:

"Generous outsider, this kid is the person who loves pranks the most in the village, you must stay far away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and never left again; you think, before that, he was only thirteen, how could he go to the hospital to be a morgue keeper? Hmm, the hospital nearest to us is in Daliege at the foot of the mountain, which takes a whole afternoon to walk."

"Brought back to the village?" Leah asked keenly.

She tilted her head slightly, bringing out a ding-a-ling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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"Then, he followed Aurore's surname 'Lee', and even the name 'Lumian' was taken by Aurore."

"I've forgotten what I was originally called." Lumian took a sip of absinthe and said with a grin.

It seemed that he wasn't inferior or ashamed at all that his past was exposed like this. ===== CHAPTER 341 =====