Undead Journal

Chapter 1

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead

This is the first day of my consciousness, I saw the sun as soon as I opened my eyes, and then I saw a gentleman with a watering can walking towards me, and then I realized something was wrong—the gentleman walked through me .

He shivered as he passed me, but he didn't really see me, so I figured maybe I wasn't alone.

Then what kind of thing am I? If I'm a ghost, then I should be afraid of the sun, at least that's what the legends say.

But if it is not a ghost, is there anything else in the world that has no physical form?

This question made me think for a full afternoon, until the last ray of the sunset disappeared at the end of the sky.

It’s not that I thought of the answer, it’s because a young man in a yellow T-shirt with a crew-cut shaved head timidly and impatiently approached me, and asked me, “Senior, which dynasty did you die in? How many years did you cultivate? Are you afraid of the sun?"

I think the point of this sentence should be why I am not afraid of the sun. After all, this is very important to ghosts, but I just subconsciously looked down at my clothes.

Mmm... robes!

I can't judge anything but that.

For my limited knowledge, dynasties and the like are too complicated for me, especially the clothing characteristics of a certain dynasty.

I can't even remember my own name!

So, indeed, I've been dead long enough to forget my own name.

So I'm about a paleo.

Of course, it could also be an actor.

A clip of angry horses in fresh clothes flashed in my mind, as if I had seen similar outfits on a device called TV, and such people were called actors.

The crew cut didn't interrupt my long thinking, and he was patient and quiet beyond the age he showed.

Now that I think about it, he probably didn't dare to be impatient, who made him treat me as a so-called "senior".

I thought about it for a full meal before I replied to him irrelevantly: "Are you a ghost too?"

There is a trap in this sentence, because in fact, I don't know whether I am a ghost at all. To use a single word, I hope to use his judgment to determine whether I am a ghost or not.

Xiaoping scratched his head: "Yes, but I died not long ago, so I should be regarded as a new ghost, so they forced me to have the courage to come and disturb you, senior."

Compared with my question, these words are too divergent, and too much information is exposed, such as I am indeed a ghost, such as he died not long ago, such as not only him here is a ghost, such as he is actually easy to bully, and such as the ghost repair In order to estimate the length of time to be linked to the death, the longer the death, the higher the level of cultivation.

I glanced at him thoughtfully, and then asked remindingly: "Do you remember when you died?"

"Senior, don't you remember?"

He gave me a sympathetic look, and sure enough, he said a lot of things divergently: "It seems that the senior died... It has been too long. Just like a teacher who often passes by our building, he also remembers I don’t know the exact year when I died, but I just remember it was the Republic of China, before liberation. Even Brother Aping in our building, in the past two years, he would be confused, sometimes saying that he was in seven years Dead, sometimes say eight years or so, maybe a few years later he can't remember it at all, he will only remember it was before and after the Cultural Revolution."

Speaking of this, he sighed a little: "Time is really a big killer. Maybe I will forget it in a few years, and maybe I won't even remember the approximate time in more than ten years. After all, there is nothing representative in the past few years." Sexual event. But it's not important, as long as I remember how I died, one day I will get everything back with interest, tear his intestines, dig out his heart, and see what happened what colour."

Xiaopingtou's last words were spoken very calmly.

Compared with the bloody and fierce language, this kind of calm makes me feel a little sad. It seems that he has gradually forgotten the engraved hatred, leaving only a habitual desire and task-like obsession. I will also completely forget everything like me, leaving only a void.

Yes, at this time I have begun to believe that I am an ancient person, no, an ancient ghost, just like what Xiaopingtou said, the long time has wiped out all my memories that represent the fate of the world, leaving only an empty soul .

This may not have been my first day of consciousness at all, but the first day I had completely forgotten.

In the imagination, an ancient ghost drifted between the sky and the earth, and finally landed on this balcony. This time, this place, cut off all the past...

In any case, it is a brand new day for me. In order not to forget it again, I wrote it into a diary.

Because it is written for myself who may forget in the future, the object of reading the diary is "you", not "me".

I borrowed the pen from the gentleman who passed me with the watering can on the balcony, as did the notebook.

I vaguely remember stealing without telling, but I don’t care much anymore, there is a difference between Yin and Yang, and I have no other way to exchange these two things at equal value.

In the end, because the ghost log was a bit awkward to read, it was renamed the undead log.

And because I don't know the year, month, and day in this world, I simply take myself as the era, and take today as January 1st of the era of the undead.

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