Shen Zicheng

Ghosts, ghosts, spirits—call them whatever you want—what kind of existence are they?

No body, no blood, no signs of life that could be called a living person.

But you can think.

Memory can also be preserved.

At least until my death, there has never been a definite conclusion on this issue.

And what about the spirit master?

What kind of existence is a spiritual master?

It has a body and is still alive, but it can see ghosts, touch ghosts, and even destroy ghosts.

What is the difference between spiritual masters and ordinary people?

There is an extra inheritance that I don't know the so-called?

Then what kind of thing is this so-called inheritance?

It took me a long time to think about this question slowly.

I don't know if it's the sequelae left by the previous invasion of July and a half, or my own mental illness is still waiting for an opportunity to relapse. After fleeing from Shen Qiao in a hurry, sometimes some voices that don't belong to me suddenly appear in my mind.

This "sometimes" slowly changed from occasionally to often.

They also gradually become clear and muffled from poor signal-like noise.

It seems to be telling me something, and it seems to be tempting me.

They want to take me away.

Shen Qiao didn't lie to me.

I probably really don't have much time.

So in this short time, I took the time to meet someone.

Chen En.

The moment he saw me, he spit out all the dinner in his mouth.

It made me reflect on whether I shouldn't have popped out from under the table.

Although it can't spray on me, it feels weird.

"What are you going to do again?!" Chen En roared frantically, his tone more or less aggrieved, "Do you know that after you suddenly ran away by yourself last time, you asked the kid I found to grab you? How long have I been chasing you? After I failed to catch up with him, he still made a fuss at me. He has been haunting me like a ghost for the past few days. I told him that I couldn’t find you and he still didn’t believe me. He went to look for you everywhere together, but you just disappeared by yourself, nothing happened, I was at work and found time to look for you, finally I caught the boy who didn't work overtime for a day and didn't show up, good guy, you lied to me again Is it, is it easy for me every day? I..."

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't find a chance to interrupt Chen En's words. After listening to his cursing like a bitter woman, I dared to ask cautiously: "...Have you calmed down? If not, then... Swear a few more words?"

My so-called evil ghost is too humble.

Chen En stared at me for a long time, and after panting for breath, he said again: "...If you fart, let it go, what do you want me to do?"

I tried my best to put on a friendly expression, trying to flatter Chen En, but after I said this, Chen En immediately took out his mobile phone and searched for ways to save the dead.

"I want to meet your parents."

……

It seems that when I first met Chen En, I had a friendly and in-depth exchange with him.

The time is mostly late at night when he craves sleep.

In order to sleep with peace of mind, Chen En would know everything about most of the problems.

Among them is why he can see me.

Chen En first expressed his abhorrence for this ability.

Then, he hesitated and said, "Actually, I should have been able to see it since I was a child."

At that time, I recalled the scene when I first met Chen En.

Mainly because he recalled his face as if he had seen a ghost and was about to pass out.

Then I remembered the scene when I saw Shen Qiao for the first time after my death.

…Did their reactions to the unrealistic situation be reversed?

Chen En then explained the "should" in his words.

In Chen En's eyes, he could see some dark, smoke-like things hidden in various corners since he was a child.

Most of those things stay quietly in one place without moving, and when they move occasionally, they float around aimlessly as if being blown by the wind.

Most of those things don't even have a complete human form, and they never take the initiative to approach him, let alone talk to him.

So, even though Chen En found out that others couldn't see them when he grew up, and he didn't think about them being ghosts, he still thought that he had something wrong with his eyes—until he saw me.

I succeeded in making him feel that it wasn't his eyes that were the problem, but his brain.

Chen En even checked his mind for abnormal shadows.

He said I was the only smoke that talked to him.

And the only puff of smoke that is becoming more and more like a person.

The latter sentence was added after he had known Chen En for a long time.

So the last time I saw him, he was able to clearly describe my appearance in front of Ye Cheng.

Chen En didn't know why I became more like a person little by little.

I do have a vague guess.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess, it is nothing more than the degree of my becoming a demon gradually deepened.

From a cloud of innocuous, indistinct, light, floating smoke, it became a solidified muddy swamp that tried to drag everyone into the abyss.

Chen En didn't know why he could see something like me.

I once had a vague guess as well.

However, this guess was later discarded by me because I knew that Chen En's parents were still alive.

But after invading July and a half and seeing the memories hidden by July and a half, this guess suddenly came back to my mind.

Then there was an even more incredible extension.

This expansion came along with the jumble of voices in my head as I stood in front of Chen En's parents.

He looked at me.

Those eyes, full of astonishment and fear, looked at the place where I was, really and truly.

I looked at him.

and Chen En's father.

look at each other.

Chen En was busy dealing with his mother's concerns, and didn't notice his father's overly blunt behavior.

But the moment he turned his head, I saw Chen En's father hide his unbelievable expression at an astonishing speed.

Then he spoke to Chen En in a calm voice.

This reminds me of Chen En's deceitful behavior when I first met him.

So I adopted exactly the same coping method.

To put it simply, it is to jump out from places such as the corner of the table and "boom~" when he is not paying attention.

It may be that Chen En's father's scream was an octave higher than Chen En's because he was too old to withstand this kind of fright.

And I probably know what Chen En, who is in his fifties, looks like after being frightened.

Chen En, who was busy putting his luggage back into the room, arrived in no time.

He looked first at his father, then at me, then at his father.

"Dad?" Chen En's voice was a little weird, "Can you see him...?"

Chen En's father looked at him, then at me, and finally at him.

"You can also...?" His voice still trembled after being frightened.

I looked at Chen En, then at his father, and finally at his mother who followed the sound.

My eyes became sharper.

Perhaps because he saw my eagerness to try, Chen En's father opened his eyes even more terrified, and stood in front of his wife, his legs shaking like chaff: "What do you want to do? What's wrong with me, my wife invisible."

Chen En's mother also seemed to have thought of something, holding her husband's arm, looking around vigilantly and fearfully.

I watched them like this, and after being silent for a while, I turned my head to the dumbfounded Chen En and said, "Is there any secret in this family that you don't know?"

……

After some in-depth communication, Chen En finally accepted the fact that he was the only one kept in the dark, and Chen En's parents finally believed that I should probably probably not hurt them.

They sit far away from me.

"Uncle Chen, do you know about Spirit Eliminators?" I had to ask as loudly as I could, and then I saw Chen En's father tremble all over.

I wondered if his fear was because of me or because of my questioning.

He grabbed his wife's hand and looked nervously at where I was. He didn't answer me, but asked instead, "Why are you asking this?"

It's just short of writing "I know" on the face.

I thought about it for a while, and decided to go straight to the point: "...Have you ever been a spiritual master?"

I saw Chen En's father's eyes widen in surprise.

He tensed his body, feeling a little out of control: "No! I don't know what a spiritual master is!"

Chen En's mother also became nervous along with him, probably because she was the only one who couldn't see me as a guest, and her nervousness became more serious.

It even made Chen En's father calm down and comfort his wife in a low voice.

"I have one..." I paused for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective, "...my friend, he is also a spiritual master."

Chen En's father's expression froze.

He frowned, looked at me quite seriously, and waited for my next words.

"Uncle Chen, if you don't know what an exorcist is, then I will explain it to you." I took a few steps forward and pointed to myself, "As you can see, I am a dead person and a ghost. After I'm dead, I can't touch anything, no one can see me, no one can hear me, except the other ghosts... and the necromancer."

"Except that the spirit master can see me, hear me, and kill me." I turned to look at Chen En, "I won't be afraid of you laughing if I say it. At first, I approached Chen En because I wanted him to kill me." .”

Chen En's expression suddenly became exciting.

His father's expression was no less pale.

"But then I found out that Chen En is not the same as that friend of mine." I smiled, "Not only can my friend see me, but he can also easily clean me up if he wants to... He said that this is the job of a spiritual master, a meaningless hard labor."

"...What exactly do you want to say?" Chen En's father said in a cold tone.