Facing the visitor, Yi Xiaochen asked with a smile: "Uncle, what's the matter?" ”

The old man looked at Yi Xiaochen quietly, did not speak, and a pair of brown Mu Zi looked directly at Yi Xiaochen, as if he saw the depths of his soul. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this pair of eyes, an inexplicable feeling filled Yi Xiaochen's nerves.

As the feeling gradually intensified, Yi Xiaochen was excited, and in an instant, the familiar fear arose from the bottom of his heart. Because the old man in front of him is the one who talks in his dream, asks for directions at the station, and asks him to help carry things.

"You... You..."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Yi Xiaochen became short of breath, and he retreated with a frightened face.

Immediately afterwards, Yi Xiaochen's unstoppable hands became chaotic, and in a panic, he picked up the wooden stick on the stand at hand, and pointed at the old man tremblingly.

"Old man, don't pass, Lao Tzu told you, whether you are a human or a ghost, don't pass..."

Regarding Yi Xiaochen's reaction, the old man had already expected it.

He walked slowly into the room, the door behind him closed softly without anyone touching it, without making a sound.

At this time, Yi Xiaochen was on the verge of collapse from the torture of that fear, and his heart was beating so much that it was almost bursting.

Looking at the old man who was getting closer and closer, Yi Xiaochen waved the wooden stick and smashed it at the old man a little frantically.

As a result, the old man's eyes froze, and the wooden stick shattered a foot away from the old man, and Yi Xiaochen was also shaken out by the invisible force and fell hard.

Yi Xiaochen, who got up from the ground, looked at the old man who didn't know the ghost, staggered to the bed, picked up the phone and called the police, but the phone showed no signal, and then with a 'click', all the windows in front of him closed automatically, and there was no chance to jump off the building.

Looking back at the mysterious old man who was staring at this, Yi Xiaochen's eyes were open, and his face was pale.

"Who the hell are you? Don't come here, I'm telling you not to come..."

In the face of Yi Xiaochen, who roared wildly, the old man did not change in the slightest.

As his pace moved, Yi Xiaochen was driven almost crazy by the pressure of the unknown.

In the end, Yi Xiaochen, who was terrified and emotionally out of control, lost consciousness under the pressure of the old man and fainted to the ground.

Looking at Yi Xiaochen, who was in a coma, the old man raised his hand slightly, and in an instant, Yi Xiaochen seemed to be supported by a pair of invisible hands, floated up from the ground, and landed firmly on the bed.

Then, the old man tore open his robe and took off a necklace from his chest, which was as red as blood and crystal clear as skeletal remains.

Looking at the necklace of the sleeping demon spirit-the Yan Demon, the old man's withered tree-like old hand kept rubbing, as if it contained reluctance.

"Fire Demon, go, it's time to follow the new master, and I will help you merge into his soul when he is in the thunderstorm."

As the words fell, the necklace emitted a reddish soft light and slowly floated towards Yi Xiaochen, landing on his chest, and then the necklace separated and overlapped as if it was alive, and was firmly worn around his neck.

In the dream, Yi Xiaochen looked at everything in the boundless world, and the whole person was full of confusion.

With the appearance of a figure, everything became dark.

"Who are you? What exactly do you want? Come out! Come out..."

In Yi Xiaochen's almost hoarse roar, the old man walked from behind him.

"You... Who are you? Why are you pestering me? Why..."

Facing Yi Xiaochen's angry question, a fine light shot out of the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Destiny caster, it's me, and it will be you, Yi Xiaochen, fate is determined, fate is born, maybe you don't understand it now, but this is our fate. In life, good and evil face each other, and now, I give you my demon spirit, so that I can treat it well, and I will treat you well..."

Without waiting for the old man to finish speaking, Yi Xiaochen roared wildly, as if he was like a beast.

"Fart, impossible, I don't believe it, there is no god in this world, there are no ghosts, what demons, what karma is determined, it's all nonsense, who are you, why are you pestering me..."

Just as Yi Xiaochen roared, the old man raised his hand and waved, and in front of Yi Xiaochen, a thin water mirror appeared out of thin air.

In the mirror, a blue-gray humanoid phantom appeared, and when the thick mist on its body dispersed, Yi Xiaochen was stunned, because this phantom turned out to be 'himself'.

Looking at the blue-faced fangs and dark gray flames all over his body, Yi Xiaochen instantly lost his voice, he couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe that this fierce-looking hell beast was actually himself in his heart.

"The world always thinks that they have everything in control, but they don't know that what they know is only a drop in the ocean, Yi Xiaochen, whether you accept it or not, you will eventually become a member of the way of life and death - life caster, look at your own appearance, behind your best good, is the root of the most evil, child, don't complain, everything has its own certainty, as your guide, I hope you control your own best spiritual root, never fall into decay, when the time is right, we will meet again, at that time, you will be my life casting guide."

The words fell, the old man disappeared, the water mirror shattered, and everything disappeared.

"Don't go, you make it clear to me..."

With a loud roar, Yi Xiaochen suddenly opened his eyes, and in shock, he realized that he was still in the house, everything was quiet, and the chaotic scattered items showed that he had never left.

"Whew..."

Yi Xiaochen knocked his head vigorously, thinking about the words in the dream, his heart was very depressed, and the plain pressure was like a mountain covering his heart, making him unable to breathe.

Is that beast himself? No way, how can I be like that! And the old man, where did he go? Who the hell is he? Could it be that my paranoia has become so serious?

When he asked himself in a muffled voice, Yi Xiaochen looked around the room, and there was not even a ghost.

When all his thoughts were mixed, Yi Xiaochen could only convince himself that he would blame it on a dream.

But the warmth in his chest made him glance down, and his already manic heart instantly became redundant.

The blood-red crystal clear bone necklace was around his neck, and with just one glance, Yi Xiaochen completely woke up, it turned out that everything that had just happened was true, and everything that the old man and what he said was true.

When I looked up, the wall in front of me was inexplicably covered with bright red floating fonts.

"Fortune Forger, God of Life and Death, Yi Xiaochen, when you are ready, that is, when you fall to become a Fortune Forger, whether it is good or evil, you are in charge, if you don't want to, the beast is your home."

When he finished reading, the floating font dissipated.

At this moment, Yi Xiaochen's thoughts were completely unable to calm down, because a person's comprehension has a limit after all, but what is happening now has long exceeded his comprehension.

Fortunecaster, what the hell is this? Beast, and what is it?

In this way, the confused and depressed Yi Xiaochen lay in the house for three whole days until the landlord opened the door.