Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

There is still a long time before the original owner can resolve his obsession with ghosts.

Jiang Jiang needs to concentrate on practicing during this period of time.

Adapt to the original owner's lifestyle.

As soon as it gets dark, the ghost messenger comes every day with Jiang Jiang’s favorite food.

Fish head tofu soup, clay pot soup, clay pot rice, braised pork trotter noodles...

No matter whether Jiang Jiang finished eating with a smile or in a daze, it would always bring delicious food to her without getting tired of it, never repeating the same thing.

Just like an elder, I just want her to eat well, study well, sleep well and have rest.

She was not angry even though she was driven away. She turned around and went back to the human world to make a string of wind chimes for Jiang Jiang.

Hanging on the shelf are thirty-seven wind chimes given by the ghost messenger.

It didn't pay any attention to anything else, and its eyes were only on Jiang Jiang inside the shell.

The ghost sat on the small stool where Jiang Jiang had sat, gently waving a folding fan, and looking behind the door curtain with a look that said "I just want you to be safe", without a trace of desire.

When guests come, it sits in front of the counter, seemingly listening to the guests' mumblings, but in fact it pricks up its ears to listen to the jingling sounds of the stone tablets carved behind the door curtain.

It seemed that only that voice could stir its heart.

Half a month later, the magic on Jiang Jiang disappeared. Although he was no longer mute, he spoke haltingly.

Slurred speech.

The old man asked Jiang Jiang to use sign language to communicate with the guests.

The first time it got dark, the ghost didn’t come, so Jiang Jiang just thought it was busy.

After all, it is the master of the underworld, and there may be some urgent tasks that need to be dealt with.

She tried to talk herself out of thinking too much, maybe it would come tomorrow.

"Hey, why didn't the pretty boy come today?" The old man also looked at the door, with a trace of regret in his eyes.

He seemed a little disappointed by the absence of the ghost messenger, but then returned to his usual indifference.

The next day, the ghost messenger still didn't come, and Jiang Jiang began to worry.

Is there something wrong with the system?

Or did you encounter any difficulties?

They have been bound together for too long, and the system is becoming more and more like her. It will only tell everyone when it has solved a problem, and it does it in a casual manner, just like a light rain. When the rain stops, it will take advantage of the sunny day to invite a group of people to open a paltry to tell an insignificant story.

Jiang Jiang was a little worried.

Will it just abandon itself in this world like this, and never be able to return to its original world, without any familiar friends to talk to?

Behind the shelf, the old man looked disappointed this time.

"Still not coming?" He frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

Jiang Jiang shook his head, feeling uneasy.

On the third day, there were no new customers in the shop, and the familiar figure sitting on the small bench still did not appear.

Jiang Jiang realized that things might be more serious than he thought.

What kind of thing is so tricky that it has stalled the system for so long?

Maybe it’s not about the underworld, but something that the world consciousness and the system headquarters did to the system.

Jiang Jiang remained silent.

The old man began to comfort Jiang Jiang: "Don't wait for it, it must have a new love."

Although it was just a joke, Jiang Jiang could hear the worry and concern in it.

She smiled slightly and nodded to show that she understood.

Fourth day, fifth day...

The ghost messenger never appeared again.

Jiang Jiang would sit at the door of the shop every day, looking outside.

But every time I return disappointed.

She didn't know what she was expecting, or what she was worried about.

I just pray silently that it is safe.

The extradition officer allowed in very few guests, only one or two every few days.

Jiang Jiang carved the inscription faster and faster, and he could finish it in half an hour.

As time went by, Jiang Jiang still didn't forget the system and called it in his mind from time to time.

Even if there is no reply in my mind.

Maybe the ghost messenger will really never come again.

But the link between the system and her is still there, which means the system is still alive.

Apart from life and death, everything else is trivial and Jiang Jiang doesn't need to worry so much.

Perhaps because he had been there for too long, Jiang Jiang always felt flustered unconsciously.