"Qingyan, the Jingwu people are not as dangerous as you think. The cases of hanging and slitting wrists I just told you are quite rare. Many ghosts, even though they encountered very bad things during their lifetime, will not die after death.
They will deliberately harm innocent living people. The reason why they stay in the world may be that they just want to see their loved ones, listen to another song, and help them fulfill their wishes, and then they will leave. There are also many ghosts who will leave with obsessions and regrets.
....."
"Everyone has their own story when they are alive. Most of them are unhappy. Because when they are alive, they are exposed to too many things and think too much. Their desires cannot be vented, their thoughts are freed from moral constraints, and their awe cannot be suppressed.
If you have instinct, you will do all kinds of evil things. Living people are more terrifying than ghosts, because living people can easily hurt living people."
Uncle Xiaoyuan finally started smoking. He leaned against the door and smoked. While smoking, he looked sideways at Chen Qingyan.
"After graduating from high school, if you don't go to college and you work as a cleaner, don't worry, the murder commission will not be entrusted to you for the time being. If you go to college, you can also work part-time. I believe that the cleaner
The pay must be higher than most jobs.”
"Well, I will think about it carefully."
Chen Qingyan sat on the sofa and thought.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't want to be a clean house person. But if you have this opportunity, you should learn more about this knowledge from Xiaoyuan. You will encounter ghosts one day, and not less often. I was in junior high school back then.
Dropped out of school and worked at a fish stall. I once saw a couple, they..."
Xiaoyuan's uncle didn't know why, but he seemed to have a good sense of Chen Qingyan. He told Chen Qingyan a lot about the work of the house cleaner.
Inexplicably, Chen Qingyan always felt that this uncle's purpose was not simple. It seemed that he didn't just want him to be the person who cleans the house. There seemed to be a deeper intention hidden in it.
Chen Qingyan couldn't understand it for a while, but he didn't care too much. He could feel Uncle Xiaoyuan's kindness, like an elder.
Xiang Xiaoyuan kept her head lowered. Because her hair was covering her face, Chen Qingyan couldn't see her face, which was already red and hot.
"This ring is for you. If you think about it, just wear it and come to me."
Before leaving, Chen Qingyan received a ring from Xiaoyuan's uncle Shan Yue.
...
"Hey, why doesn't it work?"
Chen Qingyan raised his left hand to the sun, and the "Soul Purification Ring" made by Uncle Xiaoyuan reflected a dark light. But he was almost back home, and he still didn't see any ghosts.
"Xiaoyuan, didn't you say there are ghosts during the day?"
Xiang Xiaoyuan exhaled and replied helplessly: "Although ghosts will keep their appearance when they died, they don't like that look. If they are ghosts who are nostalgic for the human world, they will pretend to be normal people. My uncle made it
The Soul Purification Ring cannot help you see through the ghost's disguise."
Chen Qingyan said in surprise: "You mean, even if there is a ghost standing in front of me, I can't tell it apart?"
"Yeah." Xiang Xiaoyuan nodded.
"Actually, three ghosts have passed by you. The sister in the skirt, the old man watching others playing Go, and the child holding a toy. They are all ghosts."
Chen Qingyan wondered: "Why can you see Xiaoyuan?"
He remembered that Xiaoyuan himself did not have the talent to become an exorcist and could not become an exorcist.
"My "Soul Purification Ring" was made by my sister."
Chen Qingyan stretched out his hand to hold Xiaoyuan's hand, and touched the ring with his finger. The relevant introduction of this soul-purifying ring immediately appeared on the personal panel of the practice room.
"Xiaoyuan's sister is a great person."
Chen Qingyan thought to himself, let go of Xiaoyuan's hand, and walked slowly.
After walking for a while, he suddenly realized that Xiaoyuan was not around him. He quickly looked back and found that she was standing motionless for some reason.
Chen Qingyan's eyes became sharp and he quickly ran to her side, "Have you been attacked by a ghost?"
Xiang Xiaoyuan woke up as if from a dream, covering his hot face, "No, no."
After saying that, he lowered his head and walked forward in panic.
Chen Qingyan looked at her back in confusion. Suddenly, his heart moved and he turned to stare at the alley to the right.
"Discovered."
In the dark alley, a few people slowly walked out.
Soon, twenty or so idle and delinquent young people gathered from all directions.
Chen Qingyan rolled his eyes and locked his gaze on an injured person wrapped in gauze.
"I heard that you are very good at fighting. Our boss wants to meet you. Come with us."
Huang Mao, the leader, was chewing something in his mouth. He turned to stare at Xiang Xiaoyuan not far away and said, "Bring that little girl with you."
Several people in the crowd immediately let out strange screams and rushed after them impatiently.
"ah!!!"
A howl.
Huang Mao raised his chin, his teeth mixed with blood and foam spurted out from his mouth, his feet came off the ground, and then he fell heavily to the ground with a thump, and there was no movement again.
The delinquent youths surrounding him were all stunned, never expecting that a high school student would dare to take action.
However, now that Chen Qingyan had already taken action, the desire to attack in his heart could no longer be restrained. He took three steps forward and kicked his vagina. He vaguely seemed to hear something explode. The rich combat experience accumulated in three generations almost merged into instinct.
Chen Qingyan can explode with astonishing power even though he has a normal physique.
His combat consciousness told him that when facing a large number of enemies, he must use ruthless tactics, preferably one blow to make the enemy lose the ability to resist.
Chen Qingyan didn't stop. After kicking the second man's Gill, he suddenly pounced on the nearest third man, inhaling, lunging, and elbowing.
When the third person fell to the ground, the people around him finally reacted, with angry looks appearing on their faces.
"Fuck, kill him."
More than twenty people rushed forward.
Chen Qingyan rolled out of the encirclement, took the space, and then attacked a burly young man who was at least 19 meters tall who was behind him. He took a running start, flew to his knees, and hit him in the middle of the chest and abdomen, and then punched the side without looking back.
His movements were simple and brutal, like a killer who had gone through rigorous training and knew where the weak points of the human body were, and his moves were deadly.
Chen Qingyan did not deliberately control his strength, nor did he think too much. He just followed his instinct and revived the fighting instinct hidden in his memory.
He did a lot, but it felt like he had done nothing. He didn't even feel the slightest bit nervous.
But he just knew how to take action. As soon as the other party's shoulders moved, he knew what the other party wanted to do next.
Bang!
The machete fell to the ground.
Chen Qingyan pushed away the bald head with broken fingers and picked up the knife.
The moment he held the handle of the sword, Chen Qingyan felt an inexplicable sense of heroism in his heart. Swords have always been his best weapon.
But after a moment's hesitation, Chen Qingyan suddenly threw the knife away.
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