"Your mom seems really sad, doesn’t she?"
Dou Dou glanced at the woman, then turned her gaze to Little Fatty.
"Sigh, I’m used to it. She’s like that every time she thinks of me," Little Fatty sighed.
"She must miss you a lot, just like my mom. After I died, she cried her eyes out every day," Dou Dou comforted.
Upon hearing this, Little Fatty curiously asked, "How did you die?"
"I drowned while playing at the beach. How about you, Little Fatty?" Dou Dou curiously asked.
"I was bitten by a dog, and then I died," Little Fatty said.
Dou Dou widened her eyes in disbelief.
Images of her own dogs, Cotton Candy and Huangtao, popped into her mind. She couldn’t imagine how those little dogs could kill someone.
"Was it a fierce dog?"
Little Fatty nodded.
"It was a big dog. It tried to bite my sister, and I got in its way. It bit my face. Later, I was taken to the hospital and stayed for many days, then I died..."
As Little Fatty spoke, he tugged at the place on his cheek where the bite was.
Dou Dou looked at him and sadly asked, "Did it hurt a lot?"
Upon hearing this, Little Fatty looked at Dou Dou blankly before slowly nodding.
Then he thanked Dou Dou.
"You’re brave and courageous for protecting your sister."
Dou Dou gave a thumbs up; this child never shied away from praising others.
But Little Fatty indeed deserved praise. Other kids might have run away scared when faced with a big dog, but he chose to stand up to it to protect his sister from harm. That made him a little hero.
"Hehe~"
Little Fatty scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed from all the compliments from Dou Dou.
Seeing him like this, Dou Dou suddenly felt Little Fatty wasn’t hard to get along with.
"Oh right, I don’t even know your name yet," Little Fatty suddenly asked.
"I’m Dou Dou," Dou Dou answered.
"I’m Yang Haoxuan."
"Okay, Little Fatty," Dou Dou nodded seriously.
Yang Haoxuan was a bit puzzled at this, but he didn’t correct Dou Dou.
Instead, he continued curiously asking, "Why can my mom see you, hear you talk, and also... breathe fire, little hatchet..."
Little Fatty seemed to want to ask all his questions in one go.
"Because I’m a Ghost Messenger."
Dou Dou raised her head, placed her hands on her hips, and puffed out her chest, a motion incredibly smooth.
At this moment, if a wind blew by and lifted her clothes or hair, it would be perfect.
"A Ghost Messenger?"
Little Fatty wasn’t completely clueless.
He watched TV and naturally knew what a Ghost Messenger was.
"Are you here to take me... to see your boss?"
Alright, he didn’t know too much either.
"Boss?" Dou Dou was somewhat confused.
"I’m not here to catch you."
"Then what are you here for?" Little Fatty asked in confusion.
Dou Dou glanced at him sideways and said, "Of course, I’m here to eat, →_→"
"Are all Ghost Messengers as cool as you?" Little Fatty continued to ask.
"Of course," Dou Dou said proudly.
"Can I become a Ghost Messenger? Can I be as cool as you? Does your boss pay you?"
Dou Dou didn’t answer and instead said, "Your mom and sister have left. You better catch up quickly so you don’t get left behind."
"It’s okay, I know the way. My house is just ahead, I can go back myself later," Little Fatty said. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novèlfire.net
Dou Dou realized Little Fatty’s home was just behind the street they came from.
"You still haven’t answered my question?"
"What question?"
So Little Fatty repeated his previous question again.
Dou Dou replied, "I don’t know."
"Why don’t you know anything?"
It was clear Little Fatty was quite dissatisfied that Dou Dou couldn’t answer any of his questions.
But Dou Dou seemed nonchalant and said, "I’m a kid, isn’t it normal to not know?"
Little Fatty looked at her, noticing she was about the same age as his sister, and sighed heavily.
"Okay, I’m sorry."
Dou Dou scratched her head, completely oblivious as to why he was apologizing.
"Come on, I’ll treat you to something delicious."
Little Fatty waved his arm and marched boldly toward the food street they had just come from, with Dou Dou hurrying to catch up.
"Little Fatty, how long have you been dead?" Dou Dou asked.
"A few months," Little Fatty thought for a moment and said.
"Have you been just eating and eating here all this time?"
"Hehe, of course."
"Wow, you must be so happy."
"Jealous, aren’t you? So do you want to stay here with me?" Little Fatty invited.
"No way, I still need to go back and find Sister Xiao Yue, Dou Dou, and Potato," Dou Dou immediately shook her head to refuse.
As they continued talking, they left the park, crossed the busy street, and arrived at the food street once again.
On their way, they didn’t encounter any other ghosts.
Because this place was crowded and filled with the three fires, unless special circumstances arose, ghosts generally wouldn’t come here. Even those ghosts driven by Karmic Fire and corrupted by desire wouldn’t approach this place.
It was only innocent little ghosts like Little Fatty, living nearby, who would linger here.
But it was obvious Little Fatty had learned his lesson; whenever he saw people, he would walk around them or along the walls, keeping a fair distance from everyone.
But Dou Dou was different. As a Ghost Messenger, she wasn’t afraid of the human three fires at all, striding through boldly, much to Little Fatty’s admiration.
"I wish I could be like you," Little Fatty said enviously.
"Well, you’d have to ask Potato first," Dou Dou said.
"Who is Potato?"
"Potato is Potato," Dou Dou said as if it were obvious.
"So... do I just ask him?"
"Of course, Potato is amazing, the most amazing in the world. If he says you can, then you definitely can," Dou Dou swung her arms with vitality.
Seeing Dou Dou like this, Little Fatty suddenly said, "You’re just like my sister."
He probably meant Dou Dou was as lively and cute as his sister.
"I’m not your sister, and I don’t want to be, but you could be my little brother and call me sister..." Dou Dou brazenly suggested.
"No way, you’re shorter than me."
"But I’m stronger than you."
Little Fatty: ...
"I’ll buy you fried chicken."
Little Fatty wanted to save face, so he changed the subject and led Dou Dou to the entrance of a fried chicken shop.
Inside the glass display, fried chicken legs and wings were piled up, looking quite tempting.
Dou Dou was the first to run over and take a deep breath, inhaling an invisible aroma into her stomach.
Little Fatty wasn’t to be outdone, continually taking in the scent.
Dou Dou said, "Potato says after we breathe it in, the food doesn’t taste as good."
Little Fatty immediately retorted, "What does it matter? These people come here to eat for cheap and convenience, to fill their stomachs. Do they care about the taste?"
"Makes sense."
Dou Dou took a deep breath, savoring the spicy aroma.