Unknown Story Queen of the West’s Ghost Banquet 3

If we looked at everything I had experienced in the past from a macro perspective, the time when Poker-Face first left Motuo may have occurred around the time I was born. Several generations of my family had experienced hardships, so when I was born, I was given a simple name. There seemed to be only one simple character that fit with everyone’s expectations of what my life should be like.

In fact, since I was young, many facets of my family’s character had been revealed. When I analyzed it later, I found that it was because my family wasn’t all that simple. Even if this group of people wanted me to live in a simple environment, there were bound to be a lot of unnatural things that couldn’t be hidden. These unnatural and subtle influences would cause me to have a lot of doubts about my surrounding environment.

So in my memory, I had been observing everything since I was a child. I figured I always wanted to see a lot of things that others couldn’t see because I wanted to find out the reasons for these flaws around me.

Of course, this was the conclusion I came to afterwards. It might be true, or it might just be me looking for a reason.

I looked at the author in front of me. How could I get him to understand the world I lived in?

“Do you know what the Nine Gates is?” I asked him.

He looked up at me and nodded, “I checked some information. It’s a gang.”

I looked at him, “The Nine Gates is not a gang.”

I didn’t know how to describe an organization like the Nine Gates, but there was no doubt that it wasn’t a gang. If anything, it was a multi-faceted organization that focused more on rules and regulations.

When I was younger, it was difficult for me to see the subtleties of the relationships between the Nine Gates. It sounded like a naturally formed hierarchy of power and wealth, but in fact, the power balance between the Nine Gates was astonishing. In the completely disorderly South, this balance helped avoid many conflicts. But after thinking about it, I was no longer willing to explain too many things to this author. It was because I really didn’t have much time.

“Then what is it?” He asked me.

I pretended to smile mysteriously before saying to him, “There are nine gangs.”

He paused for a moment, looked at my smile, and then gave a hesitant smile of his own, “Nine?”

Seeing me nod, he added, “Nine different forces are difficult to write about. It takes a long time to explain clearly. Can we reduce it to only a few of them?”

When I shook my head, he asked, “When did you officially enter this line of business?”

I felt a tingle at the back of my head. This was my sixth sense telling me that his question was very risky.

I shook my head again, realizing that my previous thoughts were too naïve. If I wanted him to record all the information I had in mind, then I would need to divulge a lot of very sensitive information, which would be very fatal to me at this stage. I sighed, giving up the idea in my mind.

“Sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have some unfinished business to take care of. Can we talk about these things some other time?” I asked the author.

After constantly restraining my emotions for so long, I was filled with an irrepressible excitement at the thought of having such an opportunity to vent. As a result, it was very difficult to push it all back down again. I had reached the last step. If I didn’t record these things, I wouldn’t get another chance in the future. This prime opportunity was also because I no longer had any worries since there was a chance I might not appear in this world again.

The author looked at me without answering for a long time. I noticed that he had that same look on his face from earlier.

“You just need to tell me a story,” he said after remaining silent for a long time. “It doesn’t need to be true. I just need something to hand in to the editor-in-chief, ok?”

“I might just make up a story,” I said to him. “Are you sure that’s fine?”

“All stories are based on reality,” he said. “Go ahead and tell me. I believe your story must be very different from others’ stories.”

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Well that went nowhere fast lol.

3 thoughts on “Unknown Story Queen of the West’s Ghost Banquet 3

  1. He’s spot on about them being different.

    I’m a little confused as to why Wu Xie can’t just record everything he wants to say and then edit it later. Why does he need a journalist again?

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    1. Hmm I think he wants to get it out to the masses. What he normally writes seems personal (kinda like his grandpa’s journal) so I guess he wants to get it published in case something happens to him.

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  2. So much for my getting all excited that we are going to learn more about Xiaoge’s background and the 10 years 🤦‍♀️😂 NPSS, you tease!

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