Little Braids was extrely happy to receive Lord Judge’s brush. The shaft of the brush was made of mutton-fat white jade, delicate and warm in hand.
Little Braids waved to the Heir of Marquis of Zhennan and asked before leaving, "What’s your na?"
What na? The Heir of Marquis of Zhennan shook his head.
Too many lifetis, too many nas, it’s hard to distinguish the primary from the secondary.
"Naless?" Little Braids giggled.
The Heir of Marquis of Zhennan nodded, "You can call Naless."
Little Braids didn’t expect him to be so agreeable, and he seed quite nice, so he put away his playful deanor and said sincerely, "You’re Lord Judge, so from now on, I’ll respectfully call you Naless Lord."
...
Little Braids walked among the mortal world, holding the mutton-fat white jade brush in his hand.
Suddenly, the brush began to tremble.
He opened his palm, and the brush spun in his hand, finally settling in a particular direction.
Little Braids walked towards that direction, and soon, the brush spun again, pointing to another direction, akin to navigation.
He stopped at the entrance of a hospital.
Little Braids looked up to confirm that this was obstetrics and gynecology before walking in.
He saw a newborn baby. The baby’s head had nine marks, resembling birthmarks.
Ordinary people would treat them as birthmarks, but Little Braids knew they represented the baby had been a monk for nine lifetis; this was the tenth.
The baby’s eyes were bright, seemingly looking at Little Braids intently.
Little Braids was taken aback, then grinned, "Can you see ?"
The baby reached out towards him, grasping at the air.
The nurse laughed, "What is this little cutie looking at so intently?"
The nurse fed the baby with a bottle.
After the nurse left, the baby still looked in the direction where Little Braids was.
Little Braids blinked, "Looks like you’re just like Little Taotie, born able to see . Can you also see other... Ghosts besides ?"
Little Braids stayed by the baby’s side. As evening fell, wandering Ghosts would co out from the morgue when it got dark in the hospital.
The baby couldn’t sleep, eyes wide open curiously observing Little Braids, while Little Braids remained vigilant as if facing a great enemy.
An elderly Ghost walked into the nursery, wanting to see the children.
When she saw Little Braids there, the Old Ghost paused, her gaze fell on the brush in his hand, filling her with instinctive fear.
"Co here," Little Braids beckoned to her.
Little Braids didn’t sense any Evil Thoughts or resentnt from her, so his attitude towards her was relatively kind. If it were an Evil Spirit, he would have already struck.
The Old Ghost trembled as she approached Little Braids, timidly, "Sir, I was murdered, and my ti hasn’t co yet. My normal death ti is next month. Last ti, a Ghost Enforcer Master already told to wait here for a month."
Little Braids nodded, "I didn’t co to take you away, but to let you stand here."
The Old Ghost was confused.
"Try teasing him, see if he can see you?"
The Old Ghost shook her head with a smile, "I used to believe babies could see, but out of boredom, I always co here at night to tease the kids, but not one has ever responded to , which proves babies can’t see . In fact, babies can’t even see their parents clearly, they only do when they get a bit older. If they can’t see living people clearly, how can they see the dead?"
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