Wang Hongkun slept very comfortably this night, although he was asleep, he felt that his spirit was unprecedentedly clear, he felt as if he had comprehended the truth of the world, and he felt that he had lost his useless burden and obtained real sublimation......

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When I opened my eyes, I saw myself lying on the bed at first glance.

He blinked, yawned, and said to himself in a daze, "Well, this perspective doesn't seem right." With that, he reached out to himself on the bed.

As a result, it was passed through...... The hand he stretched out to the head of the bed grabbed hard, and the result was ...... Nothing.

Then Wang Hongkun waved his hands in disbelief and walked through the bedside, walls, and closets, but unfortunately he couldn't touch anything.

And when he was spinning, he found that his body was light and terrifying, and his feet turned around several times without moving much, and when he glanced down, he was even more surprised to find that he was actually floating.

At a distance of 10 centimeters above the ground, it floats without any real feeling......

At this time, he felt in his heart that if he wanted to, he seemed to be able to leave this world at any time and go to another place, another space.

All these nonsense and unreasonable things can't help but make him have an astonishing guess.

"Ha, hahaha, I'm dead? Is it a ghost state now? ”

"What a joke! So I lay down in bed and fell asleep, and you told me that I was dead? ”

"It's just kidding me!"

Wang Hongkun's mind was full of roars, and he couldn't help but fall into chaos.

He stood silently to the side, watching with blank eyes as his death was discovered, his room in chaos, and finally, his body was removed from the room.

I don't know how long it took him to finally come to his senses and accept the fact that he had died inexplicably and became a ghost.

Looking at the room that had just become a mess and now extremely silent, he couldn't help but let out a wry smile and muttered:

"Now that things have developed to this point, I have no choice, it seems that I can only mix well in the state of ghosts in the future, I just hope that the world of ghosts is not some kind of comic world."

I have to say that Wang Hongkun's psychological quality is still very good, and after accepting the current state of affairs, he immediately began to think positively.

Now that he has died and become a ghost, it is very likely that the "other place" in his perception is the so-called Hades, and if ghosts are not allowed in modern times, then as a "new ghost", he will probably have to go to that place even if he does not go.

But compared to the world of ghosts and modern things, the first thing he needs to do now is really the ability to understand the state of this ghost, thinking of this, he closed his eyes and began to feel the power of this body.

The first thing I felt when I closed my eyes was lightness, whether it was raising my arms or kicking my feet forward, it was unimaginably fast, and what was even more valuable was that it was effortless.

After this discovery, he discovered that the eyes, ears and other organs are just beautiful ornaments for the ghost state of his self, and his current means of observing the outside world should be "perception", whether it is closing his eyes or opening his eyes, the 360-degree range is delicate.

"Doesn't the so-called five senses mean anything to me now? So can you change your form as a ghost? ”

As soon as this question came out, under Wang Hongkun's thoughts, his body turned into a ghost fire without warning.

The ghost fire floated around the room twice before stopping, muttering to himself, "Well, can it still be like this?" yes, ghosts should all be transformable, right? ”

The ghostfire turned into a cloud of mist in an instant, and the mist turned into several bats, and then turned into human form again.

Hmm, can it change everything, so can it change foreign things?

With this thought, a match appeared in the air without warning, and Wang Hongkun fished it out with a smile on his face.

…… The arm ran through the match, which bounced off and fell to the ground after hitting the ground.

Wang Hongkun's smile froze on his face, the look of embarrassment flashed, and after coughing dryly, an idea rose in his head.

Could this match be a physical object?

Controlling his thoughts, the match that had fallen to the ground seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible big hands, floated again, floated in a circle in the room and hit the table, wall, etc., and then manipulated the match to slowly come to Wang Hongkun.

Seeing such a fact, he couldn't help but scratch his head a little, in this strange state, it is not surprising that I can use perceptual vision, it is not surprising that I can change everything, and it is not surprising that I can move things with my mind, all of which can be pushed to my unknown ghost talent.

But this thing is different, although it is only a small match, but this meaning is completely different, creating objects out of thin air, this is impossible to think of the power that a mere ghost can have, this is even the realm of the Creator.

So try to create something else? As soon as this thought arose, it was snuffed out by Wang Hongkun himself.

Because of this strange ghost state, his perception has also become extremely acute, and he can feel that with the change of his form, the creation of matches, his strength has decreased imperceptibly.

In humans, they can rely on food to supplement their consumption, so what do ghosts rely on for their livelihood?

It is with this in mind that he does not intend to use his power at will until he finds a way to increase his strength and resolve this embarrassing situation of making ends meet.

Wang Hongkun held his chin in thought, and walked back and forth in the room.

Originally, I thought it was just an ordinary soul body, but it seems that this guess is also wrong.

But in the final analysis, there is too little information now, and there is nothing to analyze if it continues, well, so there is no point in staying here......

As a person with a strong sense of action, he can be said to have thought of it and did it.

Drifting to the window and stopped, looking at the noon sun, he carefully stretched out a finger and touched it for a short time.

The fingers that were irradiated by the sun still didn't change, but the mystery in his heart was even greater, the sunlight was actually ineffective against himself? So what exactly is my current identity?

However, while feeling puzzled, I was relieved at the same time, and I floated out of the wall with peace of mind and rushed towards the hospital.

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Chaohe Hospital is one of the best three hospitals in Fushan City, well, although it is said that Fushan City is also a small city in the third tier, and it is only one of the three hospitals.

To be honest, this is nothing to praise, but it is also thanks to this false name, the salary of this hospital is quite high, because it is not a big hospital, the rules are not strict, and you can chat a little lazy when you go to work.

At this time, in the corridor of this hospital, several nurses happened to be talking and laughing.

But what is strange is that a young man in a strange costume is standing next to the group of nurses, but everyone turns a blind eye, as if they can't see him.

This young man was dressed in ancient religious clothes, about twenty years old, white clothes and white hair, with large fluttering sleeves, and a temperament that blended calmness, self-confidence, calmness, wisdom, and majesty spontaneously arose in him.

Silently looking at his own reflection in the glass, the young man sighed, and couldn't help but laugh bitterly at himself: "It's also thanks to me that I'm a dead man, otherwise those plastic surgeons, stylists and whatever, all of them will have to lose their jobs......

And this person who talked to himself helplessly was also Wang Hongkun who gave himself a new look.

After a while, he put aside his emotions and took a new step, wandering around the hospital aimlessly, and at the same time thinking about his next move.

Wang Hongkun has also visited this hospital several times, and he is familiar with it, but it is not completely without ghosts and ghosts, and on the way here, he visited a funeral home and found nothing.

Although this made him a little happy, it was naturally best for him to be the only one in the world who had mastered this abnormal power.

But the main question now is not how to use this power to make a profit.

On the contrary, the power that you have is constantly draining, so to speak, even if you stand and do not act, as long as the existence of "me" is still alive, it will continue to consume the power in the body.

And when it is impossible to eat and replenish, how can you maintain your balance of income and make yourself not "suicide".

Just as he walked aimlessly down the hallway, he felt a little confused.

Suddenly, several people gathered around the medical bed in the hospital, anxiously pushing it from a distance, and they passed through Wang Hongkun's body at a near-running speed and entered the rescue room on the right side of his rear.

Watching them enter the rescue room, Wang Hongkun finally stopped looking sad, he put his hands behind his back, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing his first smile after death, and raised his feet to follow.

When he entered the rescue room, he found a position where he could see the operating table clearly, and looked at them sweating profusely with his hands on his chest, but he carefully cut open his abdomen for surgery, Wang Hongkun wonderfully found that he did not have the slightest discomfort, and even his heart was as calm as water.

There is no sympathy, no pity, but he still calculates that in order to prove his conjecture, even if this operation can be successful, he will have to use some hands and feet to make it fail!

Only now did Wang Hongkun finally realize that it was no wonder that he felt that everything was wrong when he woke up, when did he calm down? When was it so indifferent?

If it was my former self, I would feel sorry for him, and if I could, I would try to help, so what went wrong?!