Shen Zicheng

However, my tone was quite enthusiastic: "Because you don't know about psychics, then you probably don't know either. All psychics are immortal, and nothing can take away their lives. Disease, aging, or accidents can all Can't kill them."

Looking at Chen En's expression, his heart seemed to be moved.

He sat up straighter, not hiding his interest.

It's true, normal people probably can't resist the temptation of immortality.

I found it.

Chen En's father also found out.

He immediately interrupted my momentum to continue speaking, and refuted me bluntly: "Immortal life is not immortality. You still get sick when you should be sick, and you still have to be old when you should be old. And you have to be influenced by you all the time. Only an immortal fool would want to be."

So Chen En immediately lost his heart.

I nodded a few times in agreement, and then said softly: "It sounds like, Uncle Chen, you seem to know a lot about Spirit Eliminators."

"..." Chen En's father glared at me.

I pretended I didn't see it, turned around and continued, "As you said, Uncle Chen, only fools want to do this kind of hard work, and my friend was also forced to become a spiritual master out of helplessness. Friend, I really don't want him to end his life just like that, so maybe... Uncle Chen, you will know some kind of... a way to resign from the spirit master?"

Chen En's father stopped talking.

No acknowledgment, no denial.

He just looked at me indifferently.

I waited for a long time, but did not wait for his reply.

After thinking about it, I asked again: "Want to hear my story, Uncle Chen?"

I reckoned that he wouldn't want to answer me, so I didn't wait for him to reply, so I continued on my own: "Actually, I didn't know my story until not long ago. I had a mental illness before I was alive, and I haven't had time to be clear-headed yet. The chaos lasted for a long time, so I have no memory of my life for a long time after my death—speaking of which, thanks to your son's great help, I know that I was so unpopular."

Having said that, I nodded to Chen En.

Chen En's face was wrinkled.

"In the eyes of others, my parents may be regarded as a couple of gods and gods, talented and beautiful, but in my family, they never stop arguing. The center of the quarrel is whether I was born by my father or not." Strange, now when I talk about these things, it makes me feel like I’m talking about other people’s things, “I was young at that time, and I didn’t understand why they were arguing about it, but it didn’t hinder the words of cursing me and cursing each other. , like an awl on my heart one by one - and then bit by bit I turned into a little lunatic who didn't look like my father."

I saw Chen En's father's expression gradually changed from indifference to unnatural.

"So they quarreled more fiercely because of this. If there were too many quarrels, it would naturally turn into a fight. And if there were too many fights, my father took our family to die together when I was ten years old." He paused for a moment, and waited for Chen En's father's astonishment to ease before continuing, "Unfortunately, I survived alone. I was adopted by my friend's family, a ten-year-old little psychopath , so we can continue to linger on."

What happened next was something even Chen En didn't know.

I glanced at Chen En, and said slowly: "I have lived in his house for seven years, and these seven years are the few days in my life when I can be sober. That friend of mine...has done a lot for me, He tried his best to make me more adaptable to this world, although I was a little clumsy... But he let me know that there is still someone who expects me to continue living... I want to respond to his expectations, I thought I could respond to him The anticipation...until later—later, I spent three years in a mental hospital."

"Those were the darkest three years of my life."

"Until now, I don't remember much of what happened. During those three years, my days of sobriety were few and far between."

"I was like a blind man, and I didn't know if I was still alive. After three years of ignorance, when I opened my eyes again, I saw my friend."

"He came to save me."

"I called for help so many times in the mental hospital, and finally I called him."

"I'm happy, I'm really happy, I think I'm saved again, I can live again - but on the way he took me away, we had a mudslide."

"Maybe I shouldn't have lived from the beginning...God didn't want me to live, so he always wanted to take me away."

"But if that's the case, why take him away?"

"I died when I died. He was hovering on the verge of life and death because of serious injuries. In order to keep him alive, his father gave him half of the spiritual master's inheritance."

"He survived."

"But he began to stubbornly think that he killed me, he killed me-what a stupid friend, obviously I killed him, if I wasn't mentally ill, he wouldn't go there to find me, And I wouldn't have encountered that damned mudslide, and I wouldn't have...become a half-spiritualist at the age of 20."

"So he - he is afraid of killing the dead me again, but also wants to die with the dead me."

"He probably wants to atone for my crime."

"This friend of mine has already lost too much because of me." I put my tone lightly and tried to be as polite as possible, "I don't want... and I can't let him die with me, let alone him Because this spiritual master has more painful experiences, so Uncle Chen, if you know any inside information, I hope you can tell me. Otherwise—”

I laughed.

Because I suddenly felt that my appearance seemed quite similar to that friend of mine.

"It may take me a long time to slowly get you to tell me, Uncle."

I rarely threaten others.

Mainly because my threats never do anything.

Threatening a classmate who takes pleasure in bullying a silent, withdrawn psychopath will only bully them harder.

But now I am no longer a human being, and it should be more or less useful than when I was a human being.

So I don't know whether it was my story or my threat that played a role. After a long period of silence, Chen En's father was finally willing to speak: "How much do you know about the inheritance of spirit masters?"

"Not much." I replied honestly, even though I had that little piece in my body.

Chen En's father sighed, looked up at me, picked up another topic abruptly and said: "Normal people will become ghosts after death, which will not harm anyone, and will not affect the living very much, but if time Over time, some ghosts will also become malicious towards living people because of some things that they can't let go of, and if this malice grows, the ghosts will become evil ghosts."

This got me thinking about what my malice was.

"And if the evil spirit is allowed to grow wantonly, then the evil spirit's malice will devour itself." Chen En's father paused, "The evil spirit will lose itself and become an even worse evil spirit, called 聻."

"And the inheritance of the spirit master is the scorpion."

This setting came too suddenly.

My mind was a little stuck for a while.

"In my opinion, such things as spirit masters are not so much the hard work of cleaning up ghosts, but more like..." At this point, Chen En's father suddenly snorted mockingly, "It's just a matter of looking for food for Di. Ghost."

Pause.

Pause for a moment.

That doesn't sound like the role of an unsung hero who works silently in the dark.

Chen En's father still said indifferently: "Du's only desire is to devour more evil spirits, just like an instinct. But in most cases, it is difficult for evil spirits to touch living people, and it is also difficult for Di to touch Encountering evil spirits, so in order to satisfy the only remaining desire, Xun found a living person as a medium. It used eternal life to lure the living person to work for him, and the living person agreed, but then found that the eternal life Life originally meant death from the very beginning. When people rely on living people, when living people come into contact with evil spirits, they will also be able to contact evil spirits and devour evil spirits—this is the spiritual master origin."

"Hiss..." I gasped.

"I'm not an exorcist, nor have I ever been an exorcist." Chen En's father's tone suddenly softened, and he turned to look at Chen En, "Chen En's grandfather told me all this."

Chen En has been silent all this time. Compared with mine, his world view should be reshaped to a greater extent.

So when his name was called suddenly, Chen En looked at his father stupidly.

Chen En's father lowered his head and said softly: "The spirit master can't die, because the spirit master has not been alive since the time he accepted the scorpion, so the next generation born in this way will be half human and half ghost from the beginning. This kind of immortality is more like a curse. If you want to be free, you have to pass the position to the next generation. Chen En's grandfather told me these things a long time ago, and I accepted them very early, but after watching When it came to Wanwan...I suddenly felt that this matter was too unfair to her." Having said this, he turned his head to look at Chen En's mother, and the two looked at each other with deep affection .

I clicked my tongue.