Chapter 253: Xue Di's Choice (Part I)

"When did you wake up?" looking at Xue Di in the Spirit Sea, Luo Yu asked slowly.

Xue Di thought for a moment and replied, "A little less than half a month ago. You were still in seclusion at that time, so I didn't disturb you. You did very well; during the time I hadn't awakened, you basically didn't use my power much..."

"I am a failure, and I barely 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 level isn't high, and I was all alone in the city searching for a future."

"I looked for many jobs, but I couldn't get hired. Perhaps no one likes someone who isn't good at speaking, doesn't like to communicate, and hasn't shown enough ability."

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"I went three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger made it impossible for me to sleep at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could continue to live in that dark basement without having to go outside to endure the unusually cold winter wind."

"Finally, I found a job, keeping watch at a hospital, keeping watch over the morgue."

"The nights at the hospital were colder than I imagined. The wall lamps in the corridor weren't lit, and it was dim everywhere; I could only rely on the tiny bit of light seeping out from the rooms to help me see my feet."

"The smell there was very foul. From time to time, the dead were sent over stuffed in body bags, and we would cooperate to help move them into the morgue."

"This wasn't a very good job, but at least it allowed me to afford bread, and the free time at night could be used for studying. After all, no one is willing to come to the morgue unless there is a corpse that needs to be delivered or taken away for cremation. Of course, I didn't have enough money to buy books yet, and currently, I see no hope of saving any money."

"I have to thank my former colleague; if it weren't for him suddenly quitting, I might not have even been able to get a job like this."

"I dreamed of being able to rotate to the day shift. Now, I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up after night falls, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally throbs with pain."

"One day, the movers delivered a new corpse."

"According to others, this was that former colleague of mine who had suddenly quit."

"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 blue and white, covered in wrinkles, looking very frightening under the very dim light."

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

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"I saw a strange mark on his chest, blue-black in color. I can't describe its exact appearance; the light at the time was truly too dim."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I had a premonition that something would happen before long, a premonition that sooner or later, things that I didn't know if I could call human would come looking for me. But no one was willing to believe me; they felt that in such an environment and such a job, my mind had become unstable and I needed to see a doctor..."

A male guest sitting in front of the bar looked toward the storyteller who had suddenly stopped:

"And then?"

This male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers, his hair pressed down very flat, with a simple dark bowler hat at his side.

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

And the storyteller in his eyes was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, with a tall, straight figure and slender limbs, also with short black hair and light blue eyes, yet his features were deep and striking, enough to make one's eyes light up.

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

"And then?

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"And then I quit and went back to the countryside, coming here to brag to you."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his face, a smile with a hint of mischief.

That male guest was stunned for a moment:

"Everything you just told was bragging?"

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

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

"Outsider, you actually believed Lumian's story? What he tells every day is different. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off their engagement, and today he's become a corpse keeper!"

"Right, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Sarenzo River, thirty years on the right side of the Sarenzo River, just babbling nonsense!" another tavern regular added.

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

The black-haired young man called Lumian propped himself up on 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 even a columnist for some 'Novel Weekly'."

After finishing, he turned his body to the side, spread his hands toward the visiting guest, and smiled brightly:

"It seems she writes really well.

"Sorry for the misunderstanding."

That man wearing the brown tweed jacket with an ordinary appearance wasn't angry; he 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 about others?" Lumian laughed.

That guest from out of town nodded:

"My name is Ryan Cos.

"These two are my companions, Valentine and Lea."

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

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, his yellow hair dusted with a bit of powder, his eyes, which were not particularly large, a color slightly deeper than lake blue. He wore a white vest, a blue fine-wool coat, and black trousers, clearly having been meticulously groomed before going out.

He looked quite cold and didn't really look at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman looked younger than the two men, her light gray hair tied into a complex bun, wrapped in a white veil that served as a hat.

Her eyes were the same color as her hair, and the gaze she directed at Lumian held undisguised amusement, as if she found what had just happened merely interesting.

Under the light of the tavern's gas wall lamp, this woman named Lea revealed a dainty nose and beautifully curved lips; in a rural place like Kordu, she could definitely be called a beauty.

She wore a white, unpleated cashmere dress, paired with an off-white jacket and a pair of Masir boots; two small silver bells were tied to her veil and boots respectively, and as she had walked into the tavern, they had jingled all the way, making her very eye-catching and causing many men to stare.

In their eyes, this must be the kind of fashionable attire found only in big cities like the provincial capital Bigor or the capital Trier.

Lumian nodded at the three strangers:

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

"Lee?" Lea blurted out.

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

Ryan Cos helped explain for Lea:

"Your surname is terrifying; I almost couldn't Control my voice just now."

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

"Those who have had contact with sailors and maritime merchants all know that there is a saying circulating on the Five Seas:

"Better to encounter those pirate generals or even kings than to run into a person named Frank Lee.

"That person's surname is also Lee."

"Is he very scary?" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head:

"I don't know, but since such a legend exists, it certainly won't be trivial."

He ended the topic and said to Lumian:

"Thank you for your story, it's worth a drink; what would you like?"

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

Ryan Cos frowned slightly and said:

"'Green Fairy'... Absinthe?

"I think I need to remind you that absinthe is harmful to the human body; this kind of liquor can lead to mental confusion and cause you to have hallucinations."

"I didn't expect the fashion trends of Trier to have already spread here," Lea added with a smile from the side.

Lumian said "Oh":

"So people in Trier 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 liquor allows our spirits to achieve greater relaxation."

"Fine." Ryan sat back in his seat and looked at the bartender, "A glass of 'Green Fairy', and add a glass of 'Spicy Heart' for me."

"Spicy Heart" was a famous fruit schnapps.

"Why don't you get 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 as it is!" the thin, middle-aged man who had first exposed Lumian for telling stories every day shouted with dissatisfaction, "Strangers, I can tell that you still have doubts about the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, you really will do anything for a free drink!" Lumian responded loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Lumian added:

"Why can't I tell it myself? That way I could have another glass of 'Green Fairy'."

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

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

Ryan looked at him and asked for confirmation:

"Is this 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 all smiles:

"Generous strangers, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village; you must stay away from him.

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Aurore and has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen years old; how could he have gone to a hospital to be a mortuary attendant? Hmm, the hospital closest to us is in Daliege down the mountain, which takes an entire afternoon to walk to."

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

She tilted her head slightly, producing a jingling sound.

Pierre nodded:

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

"I've even forgotten what I was originally called," Lumian said with a grin as he took a sip of absinthe.

It seemed that he was not at all inferior or ashamed that his past had been exposed like this.