Ephemeral clouds and works

Chapter 1232: Leaving the Tribe

    

ome confusion. This newcomer had been making quite a stir recently, attracting such people."What did you do How did you provoke such a sorcerer"Hong Lian directly asked."It wasn't my good apprentice w...I am a failure, I hardly notice whether the sun is shining or not because I don't have time.

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

I applied for many jobs, but none of them hired me. Perhaps no one likes someone who is not good at speaking, does not like to socialize, and has not shown enough ability.

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I went for three whole days eating only two pieces of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the frigid winter winds outside.

Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at the hospital, watching over the morgue.

The hospital at night was colder than I imagined. The corridor lamps weren't lit, and it was pitch black everywhere. I could only make out the path beneath my feet by the faint light filtering from the rooms.

"The smell there was horrible, and from time to time they'd bring in dead bodies stuffed into body bags. We'd help move them into the morgue."

“This isn't a great job, but it at least allows me to afford bread. I can use my free time in the evenings to study, after all, not many people want to come to the morgue unless there's a body that needs to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet, and I don't see any hope of saving up anytime soon.”

I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly resigned, I might not even have gotten this job.

I dream of being able to switch shifts so I work during the day. Right now, I sleep when the sun is up and wake up when it's night, which has made my body a bit weak, and my head occasionally aches.

One day, the movers brought in a new corpse.

"According to others, this is my former colleague who suddenly quit."

I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the drawer and quietly opened the body bag.

He was an old man, his face pale and blue with wrinkles all over. Under the very dim lighting, he looked quite frightening.

He had little hair left, mostly white. His clothes were all gone, not even a scrap remained on him.

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I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black in color. I couldn't describe its exact shape because the lighting at the time was too dim.

I reached out and touched the mark. It wasn't anything special.

Looking at this former colleague, I thought to myself, "If I keep going like this, will I end up just like him when I'm old... "

I told him that I would accompany him to the crematorium tomorrow, and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery. That way, those in charge of these matters wouldn't have to bother, just tossing them into a river or some desolate wasteland.

This will cost me a morning's sleep, but luckily, Sunday is just around the corner so I can catch up.

After I finished saying that, I got the body bag ready and put it back in the closet.

The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed...

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

“I have a premonition that something will happen soon. I feel that sooner or later, something that may not even be human will come for me. But no one believes me. They think that in that kind of environment, doing that kind of work, my mind has become abnormal and that I need to see a doctor…”

A male customer seated at the bar looked toward the suddenly stopped storyteller:

And then

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

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. Black hair, light blue eyes, nothing particularly handsome or ugly about him, just lacking in any notable features.

And in his eyes, the narrator was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man, tall and slender, with black short hair and light blue eyes. However, his features were deep and striking, capable of catching one's eye at first glance.

This young man looked at the empty wine glass before him and sighed, "

"

Then

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Then I quit my job and moved back to the countryside to chat with you.

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, one that held a hint of slyness.

The male guest was taken aback.

"Were you just boasting"

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

After a pause in the laughter, a thin middle-aged man looked at the somewhat awkward guests and said:

"Outsider, you actually believe Lumi'an's stories He tells a different one every day. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancée broke off the engagement, and today he's become a mortician!"

"Yes, talking about how thirty years are spent on the east bank of the Serenza and thirty years on the west, it's just gibberish!" another regular at the tavern chimed in.

They are all farmers from the large village of Kordu, wearing short shirts that are either black, gray, or brown.

The young man with black hair, known as Lumian, used both hands to support the bar before slowly standing up. He smiled and said:

As you know, this isn't a story I made up. It was written by my sister. She loves to write stories, and she's even a columnist for "Fiction Weekly."

Having finished his words, he turned his body sideways, gesturing with his hand towards the visitor from afar, a radiant smile on his face:

"She seems to write really well. Starwen reading app

"

"Sorry for the misunderstanding."

The man, ordinary in appearance and wearing a brown tweed jacket, didn't get angry. He stood up, smiling and responding.

An interesting story.

What's your name

"Isn't it common sense to introduce yourself before asking others questions" Lumia chuckled.

The out-of-town guest nodded.

My name is Ryan Coste.

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

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He was a man in his late twenties or early thirties, with yellow hair dusted with powder. His eyes, not particularly large, were a shade deeper than lake blue. He was wearing a white waistcoat, a navy-blue tweed jacket, and black trousers; it was clear he had put effort into his appearance before going out.

He looked quite cold and indifferent, barely glancing at the surrounding farmers and herdsmen.

The woman appeared younger than the two men. She had long, ash-gray hair styled in a complicated bun, topped with a white cloth serving as a veil.

Her eyes, the same color as her hair, gazed at Lumain with undisguised amusement. She seemed to find what had just happened quite entertaining.

In the glow of the tavern's gaslight, this woman named Lyra revealed a rather pretty nose and lips of graceful curve. In a rural village like Coldu she would certainly be considered beautiful.

She wore a white, wrinkle-free cashmere bodycon dress, paired with a beige short jacket and a pair of Maserati boots. There were two silver bells on both the veil and the boots, which jingled all the way when she walked into the pub just now, attracting much attention. Many men couldn't help but stare at her.

In their eyes, this must be the fashionable attire that only provincial capitals like Gol and capital cities like Thrill could have.

Lumen nodded to the three strangers.

"My name is Luminan Li, you can just call me Luminan."

"Li" Leah blurted out.

"What's wrong Is there something about my last name" Lumián asked curiously.

Ryan Cosens explained:

"Your last name is intimidating, I almost couldn't control my voice just now."

Seeing the puzzled faces of the surrounding farmers and herdsmen, he went on to explain further:

Those who have come into contact with sailors and merchants know that there is a saying circulating among the five seas:

"I would rather face pirate generals or even kings than meet someone named Frank Lee."

That person's last name is also Li.

"Is he scary" Lumian asked.

Ryan shook his head.

I'm not sure, but since there are such legends, it must be good.

He changed the subject and said to Lumian,

"Thank you for your story, it deserves a drink. What would you like"

"One 'Green Fairy,' please." Lumián didn't hesitate, settling back into his chair.

Ryan Kos moved his brow and said: Stellar Literature App.

"The Green Fairy... absinthe"

"I think I need to remind you, absinthe is harmful to the human body, this drink could lead to mental confusion and hallucinations."

"I never thought the trend from Terrier would have spread this far." Leah added with a smile.

Lumiam uttered an "oh".

"It turns out that people in Trier also like to drink 'Green Fairy'…"

"For us, life is already hard enough, there's no need to worry about a little more pain. This drink can give our spirits greater relaxation."

"Okay," Ryan settled back into his seat, looking towards the bartender. "A 'Green Fairy', and another one with a 'Hot Mouth'."

"Spicy Heart" is a famous fruit soju.

"Why don't I get a 'Green Fairy' too It was me who told you the truth just now, and I can tell you everything about this kid!" The first man to expose Lumian's daily storytelling habit, a thin middle-aged man, shouted angrily, "Outsiders, I can see that you still doubt the truth of that story!"

"Pierre, for a free drink, you'll do anything!" responded Lyuman loudly.

Before Ryan could make a decision, Luminian added:

"Why can't I be the one to tell it Then I could have another 'Green Fairy'."

"Because of what you said, they don't know whether to believe them," the middle-aged man named Pierre chuckled triumphantly. "Your sister loves telling children stories about 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf.' After all, someone who always lies will inevitably lose their credibility."

"Fine." Lumiyan shrugged, watching the bartender slide a pale green drink towards him.

Ryan looked at him, inquiringly.

May I

"No problem, as long as your wallet can afford the bill for all this wine," Lu Mian said nonchalantly.

"Then another 'Green Fairy,' please." Ryan nodded.

Pierre was smiling broadly at that moment.

"The generous foreigner, this kid is the biggest prankster in the village. You guys better stay away from him."

"Five years ago, he was brought back to the village by his sister Ororo and has never left since. Think about it, before that, he was only thirteen. How could he possibly have gone to the hospital as a corpse-watcher Well, the nearest hospital to us is in Daryej in the mountains below. It would take a whole afternoon to get there."

"Bring it back to the village" Lyra asked sharply.

She tilted her head slightly, producing a tinkling sound.

Pierre nodded.

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Then, he followed the Auror named “Li”, even his name "Lumiant" was given by the Auror.

"I've forgotten what it was originally called," Lumiyan said with a chuckle, taking a sip of bitter liqueur.

It seems he doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed at all about his past being exposed like this. After an endless period of unconsciousness, Shiyu suddenly sat up in bed. To read the latest chapter content, please download the Xingxing Reading app, which offers ad-free and free reading of the latest chapters. The website is no longer updated with the latest chapter content, and the Xingxing Reading novel app has updated the latest chapter content.

He took deep breaths of fresh air, his chest heaving.

Confusion and bewilderment, along with a myriad of other emotions, surged within me.

What is this

Then, Shi Yu unconsciously observed his surroundings, then became even more confused.

A single room dormitory

Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the hospital now.

And yet, my own body… how could it be completely unharmed

With a questioning look, Shi Yu's gaze quickly swept across the room, finally settling on a mirror on the bedside table.

The mirror reflected his current appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was very handsome.

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The person I was before, was an extraordinary and handsome young man in his twenties who had been working for a while.

And now, looking at this appearance, it seems like just a high school student's age....

This change left Shiyu stunned for a long time.

Don't tell him the surgery was a success...

His body and appearance have completely changed. This isn't just a matter of surgery or not; it's clearly the work of magic.

He was completely transformed into another person!

Could it be... that I've traveled through time

Besides the mirror in a conspicuously unfavorable feng shui position at the head of the bed, Shiyu also found three books beside it.

Shi Yu picked it up and took a look. The moment he saw the title, he fell silent.

A Beginner's Guide to Raising Pets

Guide to Appraising Different Kinds of Beast Ear Girls

Shi Yu:

The first two book titles are normal enough, but what's with the last one

"Cough."

Shi Yu's eyes narrowed, he reached out his hand, but then his arm froze.

Just as he was about to open the third book and see what it was, his brain suddenly throbbed, and a torrent of memories flooded in.d were still alive, it would be two years old now, which coincides with the six months Yunyi disappeared.""Where is the child of the stone mill"The ripples contacted its communicator directly because...