Chapter 2: Waiting in the Youth Team
Looking around at the eerie atmosphere, José began to shake his head frantically.
"You're smart enough to not make trouble for us. There's always a reward for people like you," said the Bull-headed figure with satisfaction, flipping through a small booklet in his hands. "You guys love the idea of crossing over, right? Here's your chance: you can cross into the body of someone who died where you want, keeping your memories. How does that sound? But remember—if you so much as mention a word about your crossing to anyone, well, I don't have to tell you what happens next."
"I won't say a word, not even if I die," José said obediently.
"You'll definitely die, but not in the way you think," the Bull-headed figure snorted. "Now, tell me—who would you want to cross into? As long as it's not too ridiculous, we can make it happen... special treatment, even. You know, 'postage included,' as they say."
José was stunned. He had heard that phrase somewhere before...
"Oh, I used to run a Taobao shop in my past life," the Bull-headed figure said sheepishly.
José nodded in understanding. It made sense. Before he died, he'd done his time as a Taobao seller, and the constant "dear" here and "dear" there didn't bother him anymore.
"Can I cross over anytime?" José asked.
"Of course," the Bull-headed figure replied. "But you have to be careful. If you stay in that body too long, you might just end up back in the Stone Age... Or how well do you know Spanish history? Or the history of Mallorca?"