I am the salesman of the soul.

I am a salesman,

I am a salesman of the soul.

My name is Soul 009. I don't belong to the Three Realms: Heaven, Human, Land. Why do I sell my soul because I am a soul. In heaven, I become an angel; in the land, I become a ghost; in the human world, I become a human being.

Angels and ghosts don't need souls. They are the same as the souls. They are all illusory, just like me. Only human beings, greedy humans need the soul.

There are always so many people coming to me and asking to bring his soul to all the good qualities. But I can't do it! I am just a soul salesman! I try my best to satisfy their wishes, but human beings are always so greedy! Bribery, threat, what is the use of this soul? Money, just brushed the color, printed the digital paper, why is it so important for humans to see it?

In my soul record, every soul I sell is the best in my hand. But those bad souls, that is, the souls of recycling, I only have the advantages to be refined to make souls, and the shortcomings I can't eliminate, only let it be slutty in the world, whoever hits it is unlucky.

Look, come. Oh! This time is a burly big man, isn’t it a comeback? However, I still said in the most welcoming and sweet voice: "Hello, sir! Are you here to exchange souls? Here are..." "Yes." My words were interrupted by him. "Speak straight, I want An 'antisense' of my current soul!" he said.

Hey, this is hard to find me, isn't it a good soul? "Mr. I can look at your current soul?" I asked. "Yeah." The man said impatiently.

I saw his original soul with the "soul searcher."

Oh, my God! It’s too horrible~ drug abuse, fight, robbery... all the shortcomings seem to be gathering on him. No way, only a good soul was replaced by a soul exchanger.

The big man just left, a little sister came, she could not see any expression on her face, no happiness, no sorrow.

Is this a look that a child should have? I wonder. I use the soul searcher to see her soul, but it is blank. Huh? what happened?

"Don't look at it." A mechanical sound sounded, cold without a trace of affection. When I was looking for the source of the sound, it rang again: "This voice is mine, I have no soul!" I couldn't think of it in my life. This voice was actually sent from the mouth of a three-year-old girl.

"No soul." I whispered.

I suddenly made a bold decision: I am also a soul, I give myself to her!

I never imagined that I was actually my last soul to sell.

I am a salesman.

I am a soul salesman with a human body.