Feng Jin realized that his ghost had been appearing and disappearing unpredictably for the past few days. He had no idea what she was up to.
What was Shi Sheng doing?
She was trying to find a way to break the ghost contract or reverse it.
Of course, reality proved that she was delusional. Until now, she hadn't found a feasible solution.
The only solution was to break the ghost contract.
Feng Jin came out of his room and saw Shi Sheng floating around the living room. She was dressed in white, and it was night time. Anyone else would have wet their pants in fright.
When Shi Sheng saw Feng Jin, she immediately floated over. "Help me burn some clothes. It's so ugly to wear this all day."
Feng Jin: "…" She really doesn't think of me as an outsider.
Yes, an outsider!
"At the very least, I'm the representative of your door! How could I wear something so ugly? You'll lose face if I go out …" Shi Sheng blabbered on and on. Feng Jin had the urge to sew her mouth shut with a needle.
Isn't it better to be a quiet ghost?
When Shi Sheng saw that Feng Jin was silent and gloomy, she courted death by reaching out to touch him.
It was the same recipe and the same taste.
Shi Sheng hugged her fingers and floated out the window.
I'm so angry!
You won't let me wear clothes, eat meat, and touch people! I'm going to run away from home!
Feng Jin watched her figure disappear into the night. His temples throbbed violently as he walked toward the entryway.
When he went downstairs, Feng Jin saw Shi Sheng standing with a red shadow from afar. Before he could get a good look, the Iron Sword suddenly appeared in Shi Sheng's hand and she slashed at the red shadow.
It was so fast that the red shadow didn't even have a chance to resist before it was reduced to ashes.
Feng Jin felt that he had underestimated this ghost of his. Although the ghost just now wasn't a real malicious ghost, it was still one step away from becoming one. Yet, she had destroyed it so easily …
She was stealing an exorcist's job!
But …
Feng Jin narrowed his eyes. Why would a malicious ghost appear here?
Shi Sheng stabbed the Iron Sword into the ground with a gloomy expression.
Motherf * cker, you're wearing red and you still want to eat I? Why don't you go to heaven!
As soon as she turned around, she saw Feng Jin standing under the streetlight, looking at her with an indecipherable expression. The dim light elongated his shadow.
Seeing her turn around, he walked over. "Come with me."
"Where are you going?" Why are you running around in the middle of the night?
Feng Jin gave her a sidelong glance but didn't say anything.
Shi Sheng curled his lips and dragged the Iron Sword to the garage.
Feng Jin sighed heavily. That sword was bound to cause trouble sooner or later.
After they got into the car, Shi Sheng fiddled with her Iron Sword while Feng Jin drove. His gaze swept over her from time to time.
There was a strange song playing in the car, but it was very pleasant to listen to, so Shi Sheng didn't care about it.
"Does your sword have a name?" Feng Jin broke the silence.
What he really wanted to know was where she got the sword from.
Not only was he able to cut through iron like mud, he was also able to cut through ghosts.
Shi Sheng tilted his head and smiled maliciously. "Have you heard of a legend?"
Feng Jin fell silent.
There were so many legends. How could he know which one it was?
Shi Sheng didn't wait for him to answer and said softly, "Once upon a time, there was an emperor who wanted a divine weapon to help him rule the world. Someone offered him a sword and told him that as long as he sacrificed his soul, he would be able to forge a soul sword. It would belong to him and no one would be able to take it away from him. It would be able to help him rule the world. "
Shi Sheng paused and leaned closer to Feng Jin. He smiled maliciously. "Do you think that emperor sacrificed his soul?"
"No." Feng Jin's thin lips moved slightly as he spat out two words.
Shi Sheng curled his lips and sat up straight. "The person who offered him the sword told him that if he didn't want to sacrifice his soul, he could sacrifice the souls of ninety-nine infants. So, the emperor sent people to capture ninety-nine infants and sacrificed them. He used that sword to unify the world, but on the day he ascended the throne, he died an unnatural death. That sword disappeared without a trace. Later, someone saw that sword killing demons and ghosts, so the world called that sword — the Exorcist Sword. "
Feng Jin: "…" There was no such emperor in history, and there was no such thing as an exorcist sword.
This ghost was making things up.
"You don't believe me?" Shi Sheng looked at Feng Jin and smiled maliciously. "Actually, I don't believe it either. Those infants were forced to be sacrificed, so how could it have the power to exorcise demons? They were seeking revenge. So, you can call it the Demon-Sucking Sword. "
Feng Jin: "…"
# What am I supposed to do with the ghost I'm raising? Waiting online, urgent! #
[…] Host's sword keeps changing names. This is crazy.
…
Feng Jin's car stopped in front of a villa in the middle of nowhere.
It was a white villa, and it was very conspicuous in the dark night. It was surrounded by trees, and the night wind made the trees rustle. The moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and looking at the villa at this time, it was very creepy.
Shi Sheng leaned against the car window and looked outside. "Is there a ghost in there?"
"I don't know." Feng Jin opened the car door and glanced at Shi Sheng. Shi Sheng immediately floated over and got out of the car.
If you don't know, why are you here?!
Standing outside, he could feel the creepiness of the villa even more clearly. It was probably a threat from his own kind. Shi Sheng could feel it even more clearly, and he couldn't help but tremble.
"Are we here to catch a ghost?" Feng Jin didn't seem like such a kind-hearted person. Over the past few days, she had learned how evil this fellow could be. He could watch a person get killed by a ghost right in front of him.
She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, the other party didn't beg him or pay him.
But as an exorcist, wasn't it an occupational hazard to want to catch ghosts whenever he saw one?
"Depending on the situation?"
Depending on the situation?
Feng Jin started walking toward the villa. As usual, he was wearing a long robe. The color was so dark that it almost blended into the night.
Shi Sheng looked up at the sky with melancholy. What's going on?
Someone was waiting at the entrance of the villa. It was an elderly man. Half of his body was hidden in the dark, revealing only his wrinkled face and the lower half of his body. It was indescribably eerie.
"Mr. Feng?" The old man's voice was hoarse and somewhat ear-piercing. It was full of suspicion, as if he couldn't believe that such a young exorcist had come.
Feng Jin nodded slightly but didn't answer the old man.
The old man didn't say anything either. He just looked behind Feng Jin and saw the Iron Sword floating in the air. His murky eyes lit up, and his attitude became more respectful. "Mr. Feng, please come in."
This young exorcist was actually able to make the sword float in the air. This young exorcist must be quite capable, right?
His master could be saved.
Feng Jin could roughly guess what the old man was thinking, but he didn't expose him.
He couldn't possibly say that there was a ghost holding the sword beside him, could he?
Shi Sheng, who had inadvertently helped Feng Jin show off: "…"
These people couldn't see her at all.
Shi Sheng flew around with the Iron Sword. From the looks of it, the Iron Sword was out of control. The old man followed behind him in fear.
Why did he suddenly feel unreliable?
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It's a new week. Let me ask for a ticket.
It's still so early. You still have your ticket, right? Come on, throw it at me!
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