Huai Shi never dreamed that before he reached the pinnacle of his life, he would one day receive the same treatment as the campus belle and be accompanied by a legendary bodyguard.
Unfortunately, in addition to being a cowherd, this bodyguard had more than one flaw …
Without waiting for Huai Shi to object, Ai Qing arranged everything neatly and quickly assigned a 24-hour bodyguard to Huai Shi — the unlucky guy Yoo Dong-ri.
When Ai Qing was here, he didn't dare to be presumptuous. After she left, Yoo Dong-ri began to wander around the chalcedony hall.
"It's so shabby. This house is a pity. The taste is obviously not bad … Where's my room?"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. "There are plenty of empty rooms. There are also beds in the utility room. Take whichever you like."
"What do you want to eat? I haven't had lunch yet. "
"Do you want Boiled Vermicelli?"
"Where's the bathroom?" He took out a bunch of bottles and jars and said worriedly, "I need to replenish my water. The ultraviolet rays have been too strong recently."
"If you don't have the habit of walking four steps backward in the bathroom, it's around the corner. By the way, there's no water heater. You need to make your own. The firewood is in the backyard."
"Tsk."
Yoo Dong-ri sighed unhappily. He didn't know if it was because he couldn't walk four steps backward or because he couldn't take a shower freely. After he had walked around the entire house, dissing every nook and cranny of Huai Shi's house — the front yard, the backyard, the living room, the balcony, the bathroom — he finally remembered. He took out his phone and asked, "Hey, what's the wifi?"
"No!"
After being defeated by Ai Qing, Huai Shi wasn't in a good mood. He also didn't like the cowherd. "Are you here to be a bodyguard or a boss?"
"Nonsense, of course I'm here to be a boss."
Yoo Dong-ri snorted and went out with his hands behind his back. After a while, he came back with a huge black plastic bag. "Where's the shovel?"
Huai Shi looked at the plastic bag that was trapped in a human shape and felt a chill run down his spine. "What are you doing?"
"To bury the body." Yoo Dong-ri asked, "Don't tell me you like to put this thing in the corridor?"
"… Where do you plan to bury it?"
Huai Shi became vigilant.
Yoo Dong-ri didn't say anything. He looked outside the window. Huai Shi suddenly jumped up anxiously. "No! Are you burying a corpse in your garden? How embarrassing! "
"Then where should we bury them?"
"There's a lot of empty space on the mountain behind the back door. Bury it as far as you can!"
"Tsk, how troublesome."
Although Yoo Dong-ri was lazy, he did not object. He carried the body and shovel and left.
Huai Shi heaved a sigh of relief after seeing him leave.
"Aiya, he finally left," the Crow appeared out of nowhere. "I had to hide for half a day."
Huai Shi became even angrier when he saw the Ghost Bird slacking off. "Where did you go just now?"
"I was cleaning up your mess. If it weren't for that little girl's sharp eyes, how could she have been fine after you scattered the ashes?" the Crow rolled his eyes.
Huai Shi became even angrier when he heard this. "What the hell is that thing? How did it get out of my hands? "
He had originally thought that he would awaken some kind of miraculous power when he was on the verge of death, but what he had awakened was a miraculous chili powder. Who could withstand that … …
"Ah, how should I put it? By definition, it's a rare Origin Substance material. It's a high-purity essence extracted from large amounts of death and destruction … …"
The Crow pondered for a moment before replying, "If you want me to explain how you were able to scatter this stuff, then it's probably because you read death records and used your own unique attribute to extract your fear of death. Then, you added it to your own Origin Substance and synthesized it into high-purity Calamity Ash.
However, this is not your soul's ability. It's a by-product of your subconscious use of your own attribute. For example, it's probably the noise of a washing machine, the waste water from an air conditioner, or the radiation from an induction cooker. "
"Can't you use a different adjective?"
"Fine, then let's put it this way. Right now, you're probably a negative energy generator."
"It doesn't matter if you don't add the word 'probably'!"
Huai Shi was furious. He glared at him hatefully. "Also, what kind of skill is this? Can't you help me get a better one? "
"I want to, but … …" the Crow shrugged. "You know what 'walls can't be painted' means, right?"
"… …"
Huai Shi glared at him hatefully for a long time. Then, he quickly reacted. "If that's the case, negative emotions can be extracted, then positive emotions can't be extracted, right? In other words, I can make Fat Otaku Happy Ashes at any time? "
"Oh, you mean 'Dust of the Liberated'?" The Crow nodded. "That's right. However, the problem is … … you have to have some happy memories, right?"
"Bullshit! How can there be no happy memories? I'm so happy! "Huai Shi angrily slapped his chest." Do you know how happy my days were? I was happy from morning to night. When I woke up, I could continue to be happy! "
"… …"
The Crow didn't say anything. He just looked at him until Huai Shi awkwardly turned his head away. "Let's change the topic … …"
Just like that, under the cruel reality, he accepted the fact that he had become a negative energy generator.
"Since someone is here, I'm afraid I have to hide for a while for safety reasons. I'm afraid you'll have to rely on yourself for what to do next."
The Crow heard footsteps coming from the back door and hurriedly said, "In order to avoid being exposed, don't read the death records in the Book of Destiny when there are people around. Try meditating on your own."
"Meditating?"
Huai Shi was stunned. "How do I meditate? How do I meditate?"
"Didn't I give you the WIFI password?"
The Crow unfolded his wings and flew into the distance, leaving only his last words.
"— — Check it out yourself."
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After a busy afternoon, he finally managed to deal with Yoo Dong-ri's various strange needs.
In the midst of all this, Huai Shi even secretly used her phone to look up what Page, no, what meditation was ….
It took him three to four hours to flip through 100,000 advertisements and various strange religious propaganda materials. Finally, he found a relatively reliable explanation in a foreign encyclopedia.
In layman's terms, there were many types of meditation. The more advanced methods were very complicated. First, find a quiet place, preferably with a cool breeze, a bright moon hanging high in the sky, a bamboo forest, or by a river. Then, take a bath and change clothes, fast for three days, burn incense, and so on …
But if it was a lower level meditation, it was extremely simple. Find a comfortable place to lie down, close your eyes, and empty your mind.
Although it sounded a little ridiculous, at least there wouldn't be any problems with this method. At most, you would just accidentally fall asleep. If he blindly came up with some strange method, endocrine imbalance would be the least of it, but he would be on the road to schizophrenia.
In a website cited in the encyclopedia, Huai Shi saw a summary of the nature of meditation in a British metaphysics nerd's blog. After leaving the background of mysticism, for ordinary people, meditation was a way to relax the nerves and the brain. By emptying one's mind and entering a deep dormant state, one would allow the overloaded internal organs and nervous system to have space to rest and repair themselves.
Therefore, it wasn't limited to meditation, penance, chanting sutras, or taking drugs. As long as one could enter a state of relaxation and emptiness, one could do anything.
The blogger also recommended the methods he had personally tried in his blog and listed out the pros and cons, including: writing. The cons were that it was easy to enter a state of anxiety after getting stuck. If someone found out that you had used your name as the main character to write "Goblins are Not Fish in the Pool", you would welcome social death from its rapid spread. Playing the piano. The cons were that it was difficult to get started, and it was easy to disturb people. The blogger chose to give up after being beaten up by his neighbor for the third time.
Finally, the blogger came to a conclusion: painting was still better.
In his last blog post, he mentioned that not only did he empty himself and enter a state of meditation, but he also heard the whispers of the ancient souls that had returned from the Seventh Dimension in his ears and dreams, narrating the truth of all living things. This allowed him to gain enlightenment and liberation.
At the end of the post, he also posted his latest work after his painting skills had improved by leaps and bounds.
"Eh …"
Huai Shi tried his best to lean back, so that the 'exquisite work of art', which seemed to be a mixture of dried sheep's blood, broken internal organs, and large eyeballs, could be further away from him. "Big brother, are you okay?"
Before turning off his phone, he took a look. This brother's last blog post was from two years ago.
Furthermore, the address he left in his blog was a city that Huai Shi had never heard of before. It was called Manchester, and it couldn't be found on any mapping software. Perhaps this blog post was just a joke … right?
After turning off his phone, Huai Shi faced his cello and had a bold idea.
In any case, as long as he emptied himself, it should be fine, right?
He didn't know how to write novels, nor did he know how to draw. Although he knew how to play the piano a little, it wasn't good enough for the stage. Playing the cello shouldn't be a problem, right?
He was eager to give it a try for a long time. First, he went to boil water, took a bath, and changed into a more serious performance outfit. Then, he pretended to calm his mind for a long time before picking up the bow under Yoo Dong-ri's excited gaze.
"Do you know how to play 'Pomp and Circumstance'?"
Yoo Dong-ri, who was eating melon seeds, wanted to choose a song. "Peach Blossom Love Song or Elysium Bliss is also fine."
"Get lost!"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. When he heard 'Pomp and Circumstance', he thought this guy was going to play. He didn't expect him to have a completely different idea.
"Just one Bach. If you want to listen, then get lost."
After saying that, Huai Shi ignored him, lowered his eyes, and pulled the bow. However, after he played the first note, his movements suddenly stopped.
He froze in place.
The low sound of the strings still lingered in the air, slowly reverberating and dispersing … but it sounded different from before. It should be said that the feeling was completely different. It wasn't a matter of feeling or rhythm, but a certain kind of layering that was completely different from the past.
It was as if he had suddenly changed into a different person.
No, it would be more appropriate to say that he had changed into a different instrument.
Huai Shi had never been able to imagine that he could play such warm and soothing notes from this old instrument under his own hands. It was as if the thin sound was also endowed with a vigorous texture. He could feel it flowing.
When he pulled the strings again, the vigorous and light melody, as if it had been endowed with life, gushed out from the strings like flowing water. It was as if it was an extension of his will and body. His whole person was detached from his small body, sublimated, turned into heavy light and rain, and spread around. Riding on the melody, it reverberated in the empty hall.
In the past, his teacher had repeatedly explained the vague feelings that he had difficulty understanding. At this moment, he suddenly realized that it was so simple.
The abundant emotions that emerged from the bottom of his heart for some reason merged into the low melody with the movements of his fingers and the strings. Like a river rushing into a surging sea, it shook his consciousness and carried him to a distant place.
"Oh my God, have I leveled up?"
There was no time to click his tongue and be excited. Huai Shi didn't even have the time to feel joy and excitement. He had been attracted by his own melody and involuntarily became intoxicated in the sad and low sound of the instrument.
He seemed to have fallen asleep again.
But in the dream, there was no death and fear that had been entangling him.
In the silent darkness, he felt as if he was sinking in water, full of silence and serenity.
When he tried to open his eyes, it was a blur in front of him. He couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely glimpse the light in the distance, with ripples like a tide.
And when he tried to move his hands and feet, the darkness seemed to break open, and he returned to the empty hall.
He was suspended in the air.
When Huai Shi lowered his head, he saw himself playing in a trance.
It was as if his whole person had been divided into two. One was his physical self intoxicated in the performance, but the spiritual self seemed to ride the melody, breaking free from the shackles of the body and flying in the air.
Suddenly, he discovered that Yoo Dong-ri had left the hall at some point.
He curiously wandered around and discovered that he could actually pass through the walls like a ghost. He could move freely, but he couldn't leave the stone essence building's surroundings.
It was as if he had been imprisoned in the middle of an invisible wall.
"This is a form of protection, Huai Shi. Don't misunderstand."
The illusory Crow stood on a branch outside the wall and looked at him, as if she could see through his thoughts. "Separating Origin Substances is an extremely dangerous activity. If you didn't have the stone essence building's protection, you would probably be like a candle in the darkness right now, being targeted by something."
As she spoke, she flapped her wings, pushing Huai Shi back down the wall. "A friendly reminder: before you reach the peak of the Mercury Rank, don't try this anywhere else."
It was as if he were drunk or dreaming. Huai Shi didn't even hear what she was saying. He floated around like a leaf, swaying as he wandered around the stone essence building.
Soon, he found the sneaky Yoo Dong-ri in the washroom on the third floor.
Taking advantage of the fact that Huai Shi wasn't paying attention while playing the zither, he secretly ran to the washroom on the third floor. He locked the door and carefully looked around. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he reached out and took out a bottle from his bag.
Huai Shi's heart suddenly jumped.
What was he trying to do?
Just as Huai Shi curiously poked half her head out of the wall to see what this guy was up to, she saw him sigh and … take off his long hair that was dyed with a few strands of golden hair from his head.
Take it off …
Huai Shi's eyes widened in shock. What the hell?
He only saw Yoo Dong-ri turn on his phone's flashlight and use the mirror to illuminate his bald head. His expression became sorrowful. "I lost two more … Ah, every time I use my ability, I lose them … That woman is very bad …"
Holding the two strands of fine fur, Liu Dongli's tears almost flowed out. After berating the heartless Ai Qing for a long time, he sighed and dug out a little ointment from the bottle. He spread it evenly on his scalp. Then, when he heard Huai Shi finish playing the zither, he quickly put on his wig and left in a hurry.
Huai Shi, who was speechless, was also pulled back into his body by an invisible force when the zither music ended.
He opened his eyes and saw Yoo Dong-ri, who was still in his original position, praising and applauding as if he hadn't been anywhere.
"Well played!"
Yoo Dong-ri seriously pointed out. "But there's still room for improvement."
He didn't know why, but he felt that Huai Shi suddenly looked at him with pity …
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All in all, it was a quiet night.
The next day, before dawn, Huai Shi was awakened by Yoo Dong-ri's rude knocking on the door.
After a long absence of normal sleep, he sleepily yawned and opened the door. Then, he saw Yoo Dong-ri with two dark circles under his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot.
"What's wrong with you?" He was stunned. "Why do you look like you saw a ghost?"
"What do you think?"
Yoo Dong-ri looked at him bitterly. "What's wrong with your house?"
"What do you mean what's wrong? Isn't it just a little broken and old? "Huai Shi leaned back a little in disgust." Why are you city people so delicate? "
"Delicate my ass! If it's a little broken and old, I'll just treat it as camping. But you didn't say your house was a haunted house. "
Yoo Dong-ri's expression became more and more indignant. "Since the early hours of the morning, there's been the sound of water dripping in the toilet next door. The floor in the corridor is always creaking, and there's also the sound of footsteps! I heard it loud and clear! "
"Aren't all old houses like this?" Huai Shi casually picked up the washing cup and walked downstairs. He calmly asked, "Haven't you seen old facilities before?"
"Why are you sighing in an empty room when your facilities are old?!"
Yoo Dong-ri was so angry that he stomped his feet. "Is your house haunted?!"
"…"
Huai Shi was silent for a moment. He looked at him with more and more pity. After a long time, he gently patted him on the shoulder. "Old Liu, you must be tired, right? Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts in this world … "
It was not until Huai Shi had left for a long time that Liu Dongli, who was still in a daze, finally came to his senses. He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and beat Huai Shi's whole family several times.
"I'll accept it if you don't call me Big Bro, but what the hell is Old Liu! I'm old enough to be your uncle! "
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