Minors are not allowed to enter

Chapter 2

Xie Ran shrunk his neck subconsciously, and a strong aroma suddenly poured into his nostrils.

That is the unique smell on the other side of the Santu River.

In other words, this black mist who doesn't know what it is is actually a ghost.

Ghosts and dead souls are completely different things - dead souls are the souls of human races after death, and will be reincarnated as humans after a short stay in the ghost world; ghost races are natural ghosts, belonging to the same category as human races, god races and many demon races An ordinary race in the Three Realms and Liuhe is the Ghost Realm, that is, the aborigines on the other side of the Santu River.

Creatures in the ghost world don't like sunlight, but there are many interesting things in the human world, and adult ghosts are not too afraid of the sun due to their strong Yin power, so they will occasionally come out to play.Ghosts can cultivate, so the anger of human beings is naturally not so attractive to them, let alone "people who are not of my race, I really can't get along", generally speaking, they will not take the initiative to join in front of humans and dead souls.

So in fact, what surprised Xie Ran was not "seeing a ghost in the world", but "why did this ghost come to his shop", and he didn't even run away after meeting him.

There will never be ghosts who want to ask him to paint, right?

At that moment, many speculations flashed in Xie Ran's mind, he was about to ask, but his eyes suddenly froze——

Wait a moment.

The packed bowl in front of him was placed on the table neatly, but the bean curd in it disappeared?

This uninvited visitor who hides his head and shows his tail and refuses to show his true face unexpectedly ate the bean curd that he waited in line for half an hour to buy in a flash!

Enmity against food is irreconcilable.

Xie Ran's eyes, which were always closed, opened suddenly, and the blue flame suddenly and silently burned all the way from the root, and went straight to the black mist.

"what--!!!"

Unexpectedly, the black mist that had half-hid in the ceiling didn't react yet, and the dying male ghost on the ground let out a deafening and piercing scream first: "Fuck, don't burn it! It's burnt to death! What a vengeance! "

The young boy finally woke up from the instinctive fear of the flames, and looked at the murderous arsonist in horror.

...I forgot that there was another one in the house that couldn't stand the fire.

The three-foot-high flame was quickly retracted into the hair by Xie Ran, and those quiet eyes stared at the ghost silently.

The boy has long hands and feet, and a thin body. The overall outline is not much different from Xie Ran, so it is no wonder that the woman from before admitted his mistake.But the face is completely different, the male ghost's thick eyebrows fluttered slantingly upwards, his eyes are burning, and he has a rebellious face, he must have been an unpleasant thorn in his lifetime.

"you……"

"Ah! It's you!"

As soon as Xie Ran said a word, the male ghost suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointed at the cloud of black mist and said excitedly: "It's you! The follower who followed me all the way! You haven't left yet!"

Followed all the way?

Xie Ran frowned, this is even more strange.

call out--

As soon as the boy's voice fell, the cloud of black mist swooped down from the ceiling, knocking his entire ghost into the wall with lightning speed.

If he was still alive, he would have been bloody at this moment.

A male voice came out from the black mist: "Little ghost, can you speak human language? Who is the follower?"

The voice is like pearls and jade falling on the plate, it is unexpectedly pleasant to hear.

Xie Ran was stunned for a moment, because he thought the voice sounded familiar.

Most of the ghosts are born with hoarse voices, but this one's voice is outstanding. Xie Ran is very sensitive to voices. Generally, if you have heard it, you have heard it, and if you haven't heard it, you have never heard it. But I can’t remember.” The feeling made him a little fresh.

But curiosity is curiosity, it doesn't mean Xie Ran has lost his temper.

It took a while for the newly dead boy to emerge from the wall, and even his body seemed to be falling apart. He muttered aggrievedly: "Isn't it a follower who can't get rid of it all the way..."

call out--

The boy was punched into the wall a second time.

"This seems to be my territory." Xie Ran stood up, his pale face unable to distinguish between happiness and anger, "Hongling Studio is a small business, if you want to fight, go out, don't break everything in my room."

"I'm not leaving." The black mist returned to the ceiling again.

"Then I'll go..." The tattered boy struggled to get out from the crack in the wall.

"You can't go."

Xie Ran pulled him out, I don't know if the force was too strong during the process, and even broke the kid's hands and feet.

The dead soul's limbs are all transformed by Yin Qi. Once the limbs are severed, the Yin Qi will flow out like money. The boy screamed in horror: "My hand! My hand!"

"It can't go away." Xie Ran lowered his eyes, touched the wall with his white and slender hands, fished out a ball of Yin Qi, squeezed it, pinched it again into the shape of a boy's hands and feet, and took it back for him, "Okay Yes, let's talk."

"What did you say?" The boy suddenly found that there was a circle of blue streamer at the joints of his hands and feet. This streamer fixed him in place, and he couldn't escape.

"Tell me about the woman you want to kill," Xie Ran said, "Is that your mother?"

He had been observing the boy's expression, and was surprised to find that after asking this question, the boy's face did not have the usual remorse that almost made irrational behavior after being controlled by resentment, but some kind of anger similar to anger , grievance and anger mixed as it should be, and even pursed his mouth at one point.

"Yes."

Xie Ran frowned slightly: "Do you know that killing relatives is a felony in the ghost world, and it might prevent you from reincarnating?"

"Ah..." The boy stared at the ceiling blankly, as if he was thinking but didn't seem to be thinking, and he came to a self-defeating conclusion after a while, "If you can't vote, you can't vote, anyway, I can't cast a baby now... Speaking of it, being alive is meaningless. I didn’t choose my birth, and I didn’t choose to go to school, homework, remedial classes, or even being scolded. Thinking about it carefully, it seems that death is comfortable. By the way, big brother, since you can see See me, can you help me tell my mother to make her forget me, okay?"

"You can't give birth?"

"That's right, I asked a lot of ghosts for directions, and they all told me to walk straight to the Santu River——if I can walk, can I still stand here now!" The boy sat on the ground with his buttocks , said dejectedly, "If I can't find a way, I will disappear soon. An old ghost told me before that it was because my close relatives kept thinking about me that made me unable to reincarnate...it must be my mother's fault She used to be like this, she always asked me where I went and who I met when I came back one minute late after school!"

If a dead soul who does not know how to practice stays in the human world, there will only be three endings: sucking human life to maintain sanity, being swallowed by resentment and turning into a ghost, or being wiped out by the pervasive sunlight.

The longer the dead soul stays, the greater the resentment, and it has nothing to do with what happened in life.Xie Ran vaguely felt strange—according to what the woman said, her son disappeared "not long ago", and the boy's complaints were nothing more than homework and accusations. The time was not long, and the hatred was not deep. How could there be such a big resentment to kill?

Xie Ran suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "The yin energy I picked up from Uncle Zhang just now, is it from you?"

"Ah?" The boy froze for a moment, and frowned, "Maybe? I wasn't conscious this morning, so I didn't pay attention to how I got here... Sigh, I spend more and more time in a trance recently. If you want to simply bask in the sun and die yourself, it's better than accidentally hurting someone. Is that old man okay?"

Xie Ran looked at it with his eyes, and he could see that the boy's apology to Uncle Zhang was sincere, so he became more and more confused: "You are so strange, you still have sympathy for strangers, but you hate your mother so much. How much hatred made you hate your mother so much?"

"Her—"

The boy was so full of words that he almost blurted out, the boy raised his head, and after seeing Xie Ran's appearance clearly, he was discouraged again, "It's all about the family, why am I talking about this, hey, brother, are you a Taoist priest? Can you save me?" ? I really don't want to go on like this!"

"I'm not a Taoist priest."

The boy looked disappointed: "Then what are you doing? I thought the people who could see me were all Taoists."

"I'm a painter, and I paint for the living as well as for the dead." Xie Ran lifted his chin and said coldly, "Look."

The boy turned his head following his gaze, and saw a simple signboard on the high wall behind him.

As soon as he was in a daze, he saw that the words "Hongling Studio" that were flying like dragons and phoenixes suddenly changed their appearance——

"Also... Resurrection Studio?" The boy suddenly widened his eyes and jumped up from the ground, "Yes, does it mean that you can bring me back to life?"

Xie Ran: "You said just now that you don't want to live."

"Who wants to die if they can live... I finally made it to the end of the college entrance examination, so I wanted to apply for a school far away from home, far away from my mother! As a result, I had a car accident just after the results were announced—"

Xie Ran was taken aback: "You said you died after the announcement?"

"Yup!"

but--

Xie Ran took out his phone and took a look. On the dark starry sky lock screen, there were clearly written a few large white characters: June 6th.

Xie Ran has never been to a human school, but he has also heard in the snowflake-like news year after year that the results of the college entrance examination are only issued in the 20s.

Xie Ran looked at him: "It's not yet the announcement day... When did you die?"

"It's been a year?" The boy frowned, as if he didn't remember the days clearly.

"But your mother said just now that her son disappeared 'some time ago'."

"She's confused."

"How could the dead soul stay in the world for a whole year—"

Before Xie Ran could open his mouth, the black mist suddenly drilled out from the ceiling again, only half of it was exposed, and he said leisurely, "Little ghost, even if your closest relatives keep talking about you, it can't make you stay in front of others." The world has remained insane for a year, and you are actually not at the end of your life, right?"

The boy was stunned: "Huh?"

"It's interesting. After the death of a person whose lifespan has not yet expired, the anger in his body has not dissipated, and he can indeed remain awake for a period of time. At this time, if your mother keeps talking about you, and wishing to save it for a few months, it is indeed enough to continue your life in the world." It’s going to die.” The black mist came out of the ceiling and landed on Xie Ran’s head, “I think you might as well thank that mother you hate, I’ve lived for a long time, and I haven’t seen any People who died before the end of their lifespan can live in peace and stability for a year, their vows may not be enough, and they have to pay their own—”

"What do you mean?"

"It means that you shouldn't have died, but you were killed by some kind of existence for a certain purpose. Generally speaking, the methods that require killing people to get their souls will make the dead souls trapped in them unable to survive or die. Homework that can't be finished in time is much more terrifying." Xie Ran frowned in disgust, and tore off the black mist that stuck to the skin of the back of his neck, "Don't touch me!"

The black mist suddenly became extremely thin, slipped out from Xie Ran's fingers, and then condensed into a ball again, spreading on Xie Ran's thin back like a big cake: "You are so warm..."

The ghost clan is born with damp and cold, and it is cold and cold on the back, which is actually very comfortable for Xie Ran, who is afraid of heat, but his back is extremely sensitive, such a touch makes him feel goose bumps involuntarily.

Xie Ran squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Here, me, down, come."

"Don't come down." Hei Wu said to the boy while playing hide-and-seek with Xie Ran, "Little ghost, did you offend anyone before you were alive? It is against the rules in our ghost world to take someone's lifespan. My brother will avenge you—"

Xie Ran: "Come down!"

This insatiable Pogui actually dared to sneak into his clothes!