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I was very irritable and looked around the streets of Nighthaven, trying to find a few spirits or a few thugs to relieve my boredom. However, the peculiarity of life often lies in the fact that things backfire. Because the vicious fugitive who called himself "Fury" is now running rampant in the dark of the city, even the neighborhood of Nighthaven, which has always been bustling, is rarely crowded.

I watched as a few passers-by scattered on both sides of the road hurried along, and a few shops closed early, as usual.

There have been so many things that have annoyed me in the past two days. Aside from the conflict with Xia Yuling, the photos taken by Jing and Xiaonan with my mobile phone alone made me very incomprehensible. In addition, I couldn't find the last spirit to make up the number to go to Sky City... Alas...

I leaned against a closed shop and boredly reached out to "pick up" a small stone.

This is spiritual pressure.

I watched as the stone swayed and floated in the air, trembling as if it would fall to the ground in the next second. I controlled it to float around.

The day before I didn't know what spiritual pressure was, but now ...

I learned this thanks to Tang Xinyan who sat next to me.

During the class this morning, the blonde chief drank coffee leisurely with a cup and a delicate little cup, and listened to the lecture with a noble expression as if Her Majesty was leisurely listening to the boring reports of an idiot courtier at afternoon tea.

Then she accidentally didn't load the x and knocked the cup off the table, and I hurriedly tried to catch it, and my hand reached over.

Just as the noble cup, studded with gold trim and clan crest, was about to shatter to the ground, it suddenly hovered in mid-air.

I raised my right hand in astonishment and looked at it, and then the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

Well, that's right. I didn't save the cup, I just discovered the existence of spiritual pressure.

It's a wonderful power, and I won't dwell on it here. All you need to know is that I'm already skilled at controlling small objects.

Small stones fly into the air and then fall to the ground in free fall.

I walked down the street and looked at a man who had been sitting on the side of the street and holding his head and crying since I came to this street.

I walked over to him.

"Hey, uncle, what's wrong with you?" I stood next to the weeping man.

He still couldn't stop crying. Ignored me.

"Yo! What a coincidence, I saw you here, little ghost! A loud voice of déjà vu sounded behind me.

I immediately pulled out the sword that Jing had given me and turned to look behind me.

"Little ghost, don't be so angry, you used to have a little friendship, right?" The fierce-looking strong man in front of me looked at me and smiled fiercely and said. He has a flower-shaped "wrath" tattooed on the door of his head.

"I don't have much to do with you madman." I pointed at him with my sword.

"Ah, of course, of course." He laughed, a scar twisting slightly at the corner of his mouth. "I don't have any friendship other than this piercing wound on my hand."

"Don't talk nonsense with me, hurry up if you want to. I should be able to make a lot of money with your bounty. I looked at him and said.

"Hey boy, I'm not going to do it, you're the only one who looks nervous right now, right? I'm just going to go to the store behind you and buy something. ”

I glanced back. Behind it is a more famous underground black market.

I slowly put away my dagger.

"The sword is beautiful." He walked past me and into the black market.

This bloodthirsty madman is an abomination, but in any case, this guy was a gang when he was in prison. I thought about it, but in the end I didn't call the police.

I glanced at the weeping man who was still sitting on the side of the road.

"Hey, uncle, why are you a big man crying here?"

The man sitting on the floor crying was aware of this, and he looked up at me. What a decadent uncle...

Bloodshot eyes, thick dark circles, a jagged beard on his face, and his hair was unkempt.

"You're asking me?" Uncle Stubble looked at me with tears in his eyes.

"Of course, you're the only one crying around here..."

"But... Oh, you're a soul purifier, aren't you? He asked me, sobbing.

"yes... Yes! Are you a spirit?! ”

"Hmm." He sobbed and wiped away his tears.

"Uncle, why are you crying?" It doesn't look like it's polluted, why are you crying?

"I... I feel that my existence is meaningless ... He began to cry again.

Well? Pointless?

"Uncle, are you a spirit? Isn't it because of meaning that the Spirit gives birth to life? I looked at him curiously.

"You... You have no idea who I am. As... If you know it, you are ... It's going to feel like I'm really meaningless. He looked at me with sobs. I am... I don't want to live anymore, do you see if you can purify me? ”

"What are you talking about? You're not polluted, how can I purify you? I do need to purify another number, but you don't meet the requirements... ”

"That... Do you have it with you... Turbidity, huh? Can you give me some? He looked at me beggingly.

"No kidding! I'm a Soul Purifier! How is it possible to bring something like that?! ”

"Yes ... Is it? You're so kind. I've heard of a lot of purifiers trying to strengthen themselves ... Spiritual pressure will pollute the positive by any means ... normal spirits, and then purify them too. ”

"Then go find those people! Don't make such unreasonable demands to me! Then again, why don't you want to live so much? As for it? Can you explain? "I'm a little curious.

"Original... The reason ... It starts with my name ... The decadent man looked up at the deep sky, as if he had fallen into a distant memory.

"What's your name?"

"Y--."

"What?!"

"Y--." The man looked at me sincerely.

"I'll go to your uncle's and you scold again?!" I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Do you dare to say it again?"

"Y--." He looked at me with great sincerity.

Wait, I calmed down a little, I asked his name and he scolded me, it's not right, it doesn't make any sense...

"You mean, your name is you-Mom-?" I looked at him in disbelief.

"yes, yes." He nodded.

。。。。。。

I let him go.

"What's your name? Isn't it okay to have a different name? Is it homophonic or what? I asked curiously.

"Because this name is what gave birth to the meaning of life... He said as he looked at me decadently.

"What do you mean ... You were born because of this phrase 'you-mom-'? ”

"Well, that's right. I am the life of this sentence. He reluctantly bowed his head in acknowledgement.

"Hahaha Forehead cough. I laughed.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back." I sincerely looked at him and apologized.

"Forget it, it's okay, many people and spirits will laugh when they hear it for the first time." Out of nowhere, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it. As if he had seen through the red dust, he lightly exhaled a puff of smoke.

It's really strange, I just thought I was already very troubled, why did I think I was actually very happy when I heard the name of this decadent uncle?

"Uh, uncle, are you sure you were born because of this swearing phrase 'you-mom-'?" I still don't believe it.

"Well, yes." He said in a low voice.

"Hahahahaha Once again, I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"So when people call you, it's 'you-mom' come here, 'you-mom' good morning, 'you-mom' goodbye?"

He nodded solemnly and took a sharp drag on his cigarette.

"I'm sorry uncle, I'll definitely help you if I have turbidity. But I really didn't. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"You don't even have to listen to me to say that you're already planning to help me end my miserable life? No way? "The decadent 'you-mother-damn' looked at me with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Well, you're really miserable uncle." I nodded.

"Alas, it hurts you." The uncle sighed and lit another cigarette. Then he talked to himself.

"It's been so many years, since the day I was born... At that time, I was still young, and I fell in love with a beautiful girl inexplicably... Of course, it is also the Spirit. He took a puff on his cigarette and was silent for a moment.

"I would go to her every day with what she liked to eat and have a picnic with her by the river. She would always kick the water on the shore with her bare white little feet, and she would deliberately splash on me... Then she laughed and ran away for me to chase her... When she was tired of playing, she would lean on my shoulder and watch the fish swimming in the water... We spent many happy days together. The decadent uncle smiled and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"But then, everything changed... Her buddies told her my name, and her expression changed when she looked at me from then on. She began to deliberately avoid me ... Finally, one day she told me not to go to her again... He took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked up at me.

"It didn't take long for her to marry a farmer with a nice name and a loyal and honest man... They live happily ever after, and they have healthy children ... Alas... What do you think is the point of my life? He snuffed out the cigarette butt and sighed.

"Almost all the spirits that see me look at me in disgust or make fun of me. What do you mean by me? Swearing? Oh my! He looked at the sky with grief.

"Why? I was born since the Warring States period, and I have lived with low self-esteem until now! What am I doing wrong?! He looked at me with a crazy expression.

I shook my head. I don't know, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this uncle.

"Why? Countless people are calling my name every second, every second! Right on this land! Why do people be very proud when it comes to things like the national flower and the quintessence of the country, why should I be spurned? I'm a national scolding! I ask you? Isn't my name also the language of men? Isn't it possible to express people's feelings? Doesn't it make sense to exist? He looked at me excitedly.

"This... I think it's very meaningful. ”

"Look at it, yes, you admit it. But why do you spit on me?! I am also part of the vast and profound language of China! Do you look at other countries that can express it so thoroughly and profoundly? The German translation is 'I've used your mom', but what about Japanese? 'Your mom is my'! Which one is right for me? Am I destined to be spit on for the rest of my life? He looked at me with grief.

"When you say that, I really think the world is really unfair to you."

"You see, right?" He changed his words, rubbed his hands and looked at me with a smile. "Little brother, I think you should be a novice, right?"

"yes."

"And what about you look at me?"

"Huh? What's going on? ”

"I'll be your spiritual servant." He blinked at me.

。。。。。。

"No kidding! I do want a very rare spirit, but I don't want you! ”

"Big brother, please take me! I'm strong! I am a powerful spirit whose name has been called by countless great men and mortals from ancient times to the present day! Do you know Han Taizu? He called me by my name 23,431 times in his lifetime alone! ”

"Don't do that!" I shook my head and kicked away the decadent uncle who was holding my legs.

"So what should I do... I really want to be a spiritual servant... He started crying again.

"Uncle," I patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "Turn your grief and anger into strength."

I took advantage of him to cry again, and quietly turned and walked away.

What are you kidding? If I take him back, they'll laugh at me!

You-mom-goodbye!