Telling Ghost Stories At My Ex-boyfriend's WeddingCh11 - Flower Pig

Translator: Chipoholic

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Old man Li was over ninety years old.

He breathed his last in the presence of many descendants and his wife. His soul left his body, and he saw a middle-aged man with a briefcase under his arm and a smile standing at the door. Old man Li looked back at his family for the last time, and then left with the middle-aged man.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

The path to the underworld was long and winding. Old Man Li was hunched over, gasping for air every step of the way, and moved as slowly as a snail. The middle-aged man reminded him: Uncle, the soul is out of the body. You can go back in time to any age you want. It is not necessary to keep the age at the time of death.
Old man Li was deaf and dazzled. He cupped his ear and asked: Child, what did you say? Speak louder!

The middle-aged man raised his voice and repeated: Some of the souls I picked up returned to their school days. They said what they regretted the most was missing out on the girl with the long ponytail at the front desk who looked back at them. Some went back to the moment before the wedding vows, before saying “I do”. They said it was better to be single. Some go back to the time when they got the college admission letter, some go back to ring the bell at the New York Stock Exchange…In short, most of them go back to a certain moment in their life. yIRH9q

Old man Li understood, and hurriedly waved his hand: No, no! My wife will live longer than me. When she comes and sees me become a young man, she will scold me again!
The middle-aged man asked playfully: Uncle, you don’t want to wait for your wife by the Naihe Bridge, right?
Old man Li glared: Of course I have to wait! Otherwise, she won’t find anyone by the edge of the Yellow Spring when she arrives, and will scold again!

The middle-aged man thought for a while: Speaking of waiting for someone by the Naihe Bridge, I thought of someone.
Old man Li tried hard to listen hard with his ears cupped.
The middle-aged man gave a soft tut: The man was about to drink Meng Po’s soup. When he heard some news, he rushed back to the world. After a few days of playing crazy and making a din, he came back and stated politely that he wished to reincarnate well. Nobody expected him to walk across the Naihe bridge and then regret it. That hoodlum threw a terrible tantrum while clutching Meng Po’s thigh, completely at ease. He irritated Meng Po so much that she got a headache.

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The middle-aged man paused, and then said: The key point about this man is that he was let off lightly, and yet flaunts his cleverness. Anyway, don’t wander around if you don’t reincarnate. Be polite and truthful. Don’t be a lonely soul or a feral ghost. Don’t stick to Naihe Bridge and get duped by that squatter who frequently spoils hell’s work. In recent years, when Meng Po has been irritated by him, she has issued a decree… It has now been more than ten years, according to my calculations. I’m afraid Meng Po will have to add another.

Old man Li asked curiously: Why is he doing this?
The middle-aged man looked complicated: Well…

135.

It was, in fact, nothing. I met a ghost a few years later, while I was waiting for my reincarnation. The ghost actually knew Su Yu and babbled some nonsense. The ghost then informed me that Su Yu later remarried and had children.
Of course, I wasn’t planning to return.

What could I say to him if I went back to him? This thing had specifically called me back to marry at the time. That sense of camaraderie was enough. Before he married and had children, I had been dead for a few years. That was fine.
However, if he wanted me to forget about the lovely dream we’d shared and pursue reincarnation, it was impossible.
I considered it and decided to wait by the bridge and ask him for an explanation in person. JOkWLh

If I had to wait, I had to wait seriously, without overlooking any ghost who passed by the Naihe Bridge.
The issue was that these ghosts seemed to have an inexplicable misconception about me. They believe I am a deeply sentimental lover who is pining for my beloved, my heart aching with longing to be reunited. As a result, every ghost who passes through the Naihe bridge looks at me with admiration, reflecting on their lack of cherishment for their feelings, and a lot of excited expressions that they didn’t want to drink any more soup so that they could continue their relationship with their lover in the next life.

Meng Po stated that this has caused significant disruption to her work, and she has glared at me every day to vent her rage.
Baby feels bitter but baby does not say it.

136.

I was rationally and harmoniously discussing the problem with Meng Po when I was called from behind. 9eB4Ss

Meng Po: After waiting for so many years, when will you get out?!
Me: I won’t!
Meng Po: Get lost!
Me: No! I’ll wait a bit more!
Meng Po: What are you waiting for?
Me: I want to see which cabbage my pig has eaten!

An old voice came from behind: Young man, are you waiting for your pig? I’ll wait with you!
When I turned around, I noticed a hunched old man staring at me.
Then the smiling big brother introduced Old man Li to me and said he was also waiting for someone by the bridge, and would accompany me.

I was happy to have the company of Old Man Li. However, I soon realized he could only hear one word in a sentence and chose that word to continue the conversation.

Me: Not a pig, I’m waiting for someone.
Old man Li: Ah, someone else’s pig? BrH 3z

Me: It’s not someone else’s pig. I’m waiting for a person.
Old man Li: Ah, you’re waiting for a pig?

Me: Not a pig, it’s a person.
Old man Li: Oh, a human pig ah.

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Me: ……

Old man Li: What kind of pig ah? I will help you take a look!
I thought about it and said: 1.85 meters tall, long legged and very handsome.
Old man Li: Oh, very handsome, indeed that’s the best flower pig! CVHnk

Perhaps Old Man Li was too friendly, making all ghosts feel close to him. After a while, all the ghosts lining up by the Naihe bridge spontaneously assisted me in finding pigs.

A truckload of pigs enters the underworld every time the slaughterhouse opens. There are endless warm calls to me from the gate of hell to the Naihe Bridge, especially when there are flower pigs in the truck.

Me: …
……Thank you very much.

Translator: Y3xVfS

My fav: No. 136

I laugh every time MC calls Su Yu “this thing”. So our Xiaobai (author didn’t give MC any name) is raising hell in hell