At that time, it will be bullied by those humans who cannot see it.

Ah, it's true.

The tomb ghost was a little angry.

Even if those humans can't see it themselves, how do they know that others can't see it?

It can't wait to appear under their noses and let those righteous human beings know what is true.

Not seeing... doesn't mean it's not there.

However, if you can't see it, then even if it exists, it has no meaning, right?

Tomb Ghost felt that he had overused his brain.

It shook its head.

Why do you think about these things?

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The grave ghost forgot what he said next.

It raised its eyes.

A group of humans walked towards it.

Then, it met a pair of big black eyes that blinked at it.

There is an obvious smile and a touch of cunning in his eyes.

It also laughed.

Girl, here we are.

...

Every year the girl comes with her family to visit the grave.

The tomb ghost and the girl just looked at each other and smiled every time.

The grave ghost watched quietly as the girl swept the grave.

There is one more small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

The girl also made a small flower basket for him.

There are still dried gypsophila flowers inside.

Because of her mother, the girl’s favorite thing is the gypsophila.

Gypsophila of various colors.

The little flower basket this time is a bit more exquisite than the one I gave him the first time.

Obviously, the girl's skills are improving.

...

We meet once a year, and there is no more communication between one person and one demon.

However, the tacit understanding between them is slowly growing.

Over the years, they have become as close as old friends.

Without too many words, they can understand each other's thoughts with just a look and an action.

The grave ghost thought that days like this would last forever.

Until the girl leaves forever.

However, it is wrong.

...

It's the grave-sweeping time of the year again, and it's sitting on the tombstone.

The patter of rain swayed in the wind.

The green flames above its head surged and undulated, completely unaffected by the rain.

It looked up at the sky.

The sky is a little dark.

There is a faint light shining through the thick clouds.

It knows.

When the rain stops, the sun will come out.

...

The tomb ghost softly hummed a tune similar to a song.

This is a tune it learned from the birds that were always frightened by the noise it made and flew away in all directions.

Because I’ve heard it too much.

After all, the scene of a large number of birds rushing to fly into the sky is quite shocking.

It finds it interesting, so it always scares the birds intentionally or unintentionally.

For a while it was so noisy that all the birds in the nearby mountains and forests hid.

Or left.
Chapter completed!