As soon as his back was cold, Yang Linsheng only felt that his head was knocked on the ground, and then his body slowly slid to the ground, and he closed his eyes quietly and peacefully.

Jiang Futing slowly dragged Yang Linsheng's body aside, and at this time, his brain had already come back to his senses, and the restlessness in his body had long been suppressed by the ghost qi on his body.

He took the mess of the house and arranged the existing props, and made a scene of manslaughter between Taoist priests and Yang Mu.

As for the dry corpse, he glanced at Bai Tang, who immediately understood, and put a trick on the corpse, and Yan Hui immediately became like a person who had just died, with several large and small knife wounds on his body.

After cleaning up the scene, Bai Tang left the scene with Jiang Futing.

After entering the place where there was a signal, the two called the police.

Jiang Futing hadn't spoken much since he left the scene, he didn't know what to say, his body had recovered a little, and his heart had already been blown into a mess with the cold wind of the night.

Bai Tang specially took a taxi home in order to give him a buffer time, and along the way, Jiang Futing was in a daze at the scenery outside the window, his mind was still stuck in everything that had just happened, and he couldn't get rid of it completely.

After being completely safe, his soul felt a sense of exhaustion, his body wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to sleep, so he followed to the door of Bai Tang's house with his eyelids on.

He can't go home in his current condition, and he doesn't have to wait for the other party to speak, so he consciously follows.

When he came back all the way, there were many ghosts passing by who were eyeing the things in his body, and if he wasn't afraid of the people around him, he would have been impatient to pounce on him.

Entering the messy and familiar bedroom again, Jiang Futing sat quietly on the sofa, and the things that happened at night kept playing in his mind.

Bai Tang seemed to be rummaging for something downstairs, and from the next floor, he could hear the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, although the sound insulation of this dilapidated building itself was not very good.

didn't wait too long, he saw Bai Tang holding a few cans of beer and a lot of snacks in his hand, and frowned subconsciously.

"Drink?" Bai Tang swept the things on the table directly to the ground, and put the snacks on the coffee table, which was already small, and large and small packages and a few cans of wine occupied the coffee table.

Jiang Futing still didn't say anything, and began to be stunned by the snacks on the coffee table again.

He was thinking about what would happen if Yang Linsheng woke up and knew that Yang Mu was really dead, he was still in the joy of Yang Mu becoming a good father two days ago, and today he died, although it was not the same person.

He was still thinking about whether it would affect his admission to university if he really cultivated the ghost path, he wanted to go to the No. 1 university in China, he was just willing to accept the family business, and was ready to continue his father's hard work......

He didn't want to be like Bai Tang, running around in the dark in a group of ghosts, doing these strange things.

If Lin Jin knew...... He thought of Lin Jin's worried look

Son, thinking of Lin Jinwan knowing that he would be sad and disappointed if he did this.

felt like a bitter gourd in his heart, and Jiang Futing's face became even darker.

He had thought about the consequences of this day before, and he was unwilling to accept it at the time, but when he really faced it now, he found that he was not unwilling to accept it, but an instinctive resistance.

He didn't want to live like this.

Everything he needs is ordinary, normal, human-like life.

"Me." Jiang Futing looked at Bai Tang and shut up again.

What can he say, not cultivating ghosts? Waiting to be chased by other ghosts every day to suck the ghost energy and soul on your body?

No matter how much he resists, he must accept it.

Bai Tang tilted his head to look at him, took a can of beer and ripped open the pull ring, and touched the back of Jiang Futing's hand.

Jiang Futing was brought back to his senses by the cold touch, and Bai Tang's hand was still holding the jar in front of his eyes.

He hesitated and took it and put it back on the table, "I don't drink it." ”

Bai Tang didn't say anything, he opened another can, took a few gulps, paused and hiccuped, and was a little distracted: "You have a yin physique, and you happen to be met by me, I should teach you to cultivate ghosts, but we are not masters and apprentices." ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, he felt that his heart was pinched, and he turned his head to look at the young man on the side, his eyes flashed, and his expression was lonely.

His bright voice continued unhurriedly: "The way of heaven is ruthless, the road is long, we are ......"

"Like-minded people." Before Bai Tang's words were finished, Jiang Futing picked it up, and these words sounded very familiar, so familiar that he subconsciously blurted out them engraved in his soul.

It was Bai Tang who was stunned at this time, and his clear eyes looked at him in a daze.

Jiang Futing was silent, he had this kind of look again, familiar and unfamiliar, obviously looking at himself, as if he was looking at another person.

Only then did Bai Tang realize that his gaze was a little out of shape, he turned his face jerkily, and continued to drink, but the words in his mouth began to be a little vague: "On the other day, if you also meet someone with an extremely yin physique, if he is intentional, has a pure temperament, and a pure heart, you must teach him to cultivate ghosts, and you can't hide your secrets." ”

When Jiang Futing heard this, he only felt extremely familiar, as if he had really experienced it.

Thinking of some of the supernatural events I had seen on the Internet before, if at a certain time and place, I suddenly felt that everything that happened now, it must have been done by myself in my previous life, or it was done in another parallel space.

"Yes." He replied absent-mindedly and sullenly.

After Bai Tang finished drinking, he turned to look at him with a solemn expression, "This is the inviolable inheritance of our lineage, you have to keep it in mind." ”

Jiang Futing looked at his serious appearance, gave a little more reaction, and nodded: "Okay." ”

Bai Tang saw that he was still a little distraught, and sighed: "Cultivating the ghost road, it's not so unbearable, don't make it like asking for your life, I think I still rushed to paste it upside down when I cultivated the ghost road, otherwise I would pick it up."

Get this chance to enter the ghost path. ”

Jiang Futing raised his eyes, and he was in a hurry to deal with ghosts?

"Why?"

"Huh?" Bai Tang was stunned for a moment before he reacted to what he asked, "I'm going to make a living, this money comes quickly, and there can be 10,000 yuan in one order." ”

"You're not studying computers." Jiang Futing was puzzled, now the salary for programming is also very high, and there is no need to learn this kind of thing that may lose his life at any time for money.

"yes, college is about computers." Bai Tang always recalls with an indescribable wind and frost, "But I'm an orphan!" The master who adopted me before was a ghost hunter, and I was used to living like this with him, and the money came quickly. ”

Jiang Futing heard him say the word orphan lightly, and suddenly didn't know what to say, but no matter what the other party experienced, he was calm and indifferent.

His ease and calmness are all real and unpretentious, and the other party's relaxed tone makes him feel that at least everything is not so unacceptable now.

"It may be a bit dangerous to do this business, but when the sky falls, I'll be a tall man for you, what are you afraid of." Bai Tang opened the can of wine again and patted his chest at him.

"It's not fear." Jiang Futing said without hesitation.

But Bai Tang's assurance still made him feel a warm current in his heart, and he believed in Bai Tang's ability.

He thought for a moment and spoke slowly, "Give me some time." ”

"That's just like you. A little setback is nothing! As soon as you close your eyes, it's gone. Bai Tang patted him on the shoulder, in fact, he didn't want Jiang Futing to cultivate the ghost path at first, he hoped that Jiang Futing could live an ordinary life quietly, and he would talk about it later.

However, this is probably fate, fate is destined to cultivate ghosts, and he is destined to be unable to get out of such a life.

He couldn't interfere, and he couldn't interfere.

I wanted to keep him peaceful for a lifetime and enjoy the prosperity of the world for decades.

He remembered the figure in his mind that had been galloping in the darkness for ten thousand years.

Jiang Futing looked at Bai Tang and suddenly sighed again, and accidentally said what he was thinking in his heart: "Am I very much like a person?" ”

Bai Tang's expression suddenly stiffened, his eyes dodged, he put the can against his upper lip, and hesitated: "Why did you suddenly say that?" ”

"Maybe I'm thinking too much." Jiang Futing didn't ask any more questions, relieved himself, grabbed the can that Bai Tang had opened for him on the coffee table and drank it.

The cold alcohol dispelled the boredom in his heart, but his chest was still pressed against the heavy stones, and he panicked.

"It should be your delusion, who else can look like you for someone of your type." Bai Tang teased at his words.

Jiang Futing didn't speak, the atmosphere of the two of them was depressed and replenished a little energy, Bai Tang simply cleaned up the table, it was rare to look like an older person, and said in an educational tone: "Whether you want to accept it or not, this is the way it is, some things can't be shaken off, try to get used to it, don't think too much, go the road."

As he walked, he went down. ”

Jiang Futing looked at him for a while, Bai Tang's eyes flickered, his pupils were faintly black like his own, but he always had the light of hope, he kept pinching the can in his hand, and from time to time there was a sound of clicking metal in his hand: "I know." ”

After receiving a definite answer, Bai Tang turned around and sat cross-legged, facing him, "You relax, I'll take a look at the piece of iron in your body first, and follow my instructions later." ”

Jiang Futing closed his eyes and breathed slowly, and when he couldn't see, his other senses were particularly sensitive.

He could feel Bai Tang's hand lift up, resting on a centimeter from his chest.

"Concentrate and you will see the ghost energy in your body, this is called inner vision." Bai Tang's bright voice sounded in his ears.

Jiang Futing did as he said, and while he felt the cold from the outside soaking his body, everything on his body was like a bright lamp, and he could clearly see his bones, the intertwined meridians like branches, and the ghost qi that wrapped his whole body, wandering around his body without any rules, and bumping into each other.

Only then did he realize that his ghost aura was different from Bai Tang's, very similar to the power on the iron block, gray.

The thought of the iron block moved his mind, and his eyes shifted to his chest, even though his body was barely repaired now, the mottled marks and holes on it still made him a little frightened

(End of chapter)