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    Following the leader's shout, all the underground evil spirits, who had been terrified for a long time, ran away in an instant with a whimper.  During the hasty retreat, the sycophant followed closely behind the leader and ran at the forefront.  The master flatterer noticed that while the leader was running wildly, he was still absorbing the black energy transformed from the remnant soul to supplement and strengthen himself.  This leader is too fucking insidious!  After going out hunting for a long time, not only did he transfer all the danger to his subordinates, but he also used the worn out souls of his subordinates as his tonic.  Presumably, afterward, the leader would pretend to say to his subordinates: "Oh, I have tried my best! It's just that those brothers were hurt too badly, and I really can't do anything!" In this way, he maintained his prestige,  He won the ghost's heart, and at the same time gained huge benefits.  How despicable, how insidious, how shameless!  This is the "highest evaluation" that the master flatterer has in his heart for the leading evil spirit in front of him!  Of course, such an evaluation, the flattering master would never dare to say it out loud.

    Throughout the journey home, there were only two huge ghost attacks.  The suicide attack of the drowning ghost group was blocked by the yang energy protecting my son's body; the greedy devouring of the underground ghost group was destroyed by the sudden burst of yang energy in my body.  The other sporadic ghost attacks are not at the same level as these two, and of course they can't cause any harm to me.  The point is, after these two large-scale ghost attacks, I came to this kind of understanding: "All ghosts are completely restrained by Yang Qi, so no matter how terrifying and powerful the evil ghost is, they can't attack the Yang Qi in their body."  A living person full of energy can cause even a little damage!" Of course, I can also be considered as a living person, so since then, I have dismissed all kinds of ghost attacks along the way.  It is precisely because they absolutely despise them spiritually that the scattered ghosts usually rush halfway and escape with some fear.

    "Haha, 'people are afraid of ruthless, ghosts are afraid of evil'! I am more ruthless and evil than the evil ghosts, so naturally none of them dare to provoke me!"  , On the contrary, he became more and more complacent.

    The so-called "people feel refreshed on happy occasions" is precisely because the mood has improved, so I feel that the second half of the journey is going very fast.  After a while, we had already returned to our hometown.

    Since entering the popular village, the boundless shady scene has gradually disappeared.  I reverted to my previous miserable state of not being able to see anything.  Now, I kind of miss that boundless shady scene.  Although it is cold, oppressive and spooky inside the shady scene, at least there is still something to see.  Anyway, it's better than seeing nothing at all.  In fact, I don't want to keep seeing strange ghosts, but I will be happy and even excited when I see evil ghosts who have nothing to do with me.

    Although I can't see it, I can hear various voices.  The sound of rapid brakes, followed by the sound of intensive footsteps.  From the voice of the voice, I can judge that the people who came up were a few relatively enthusiastic older laborers from Murakami.  Amidst the coordinated shouts and the screeching sound of the cart, I felt my body begin to shake.  Even a little accidentally, touched me with a certain part of the body.  There is still a piercing pain, but after many experiences, my endurance has obviously become much stronger.  While not enduring the severe pain very hard, I was still listening to all the sounds from the outside world.

    Finally, I heard my son's voice.  Immediately, the tension in my heart relaxed a lot.  Because, I am a little worried that my son will not be able to get out of the infinite grief.  That's my son after all, and he must be as strong as I am.  The sound of my son scrambling to carry all kinds of things (bringing to the hospital and some necessities purchased) sounds so beautiful, just like fairy music.

    With one less worry, my mood obviously became lighter.  I heard the murmurs of the laborers carrying carts.  Mainly lamentation and regret.  It was a kind of sigh and regret for my "death" so soon.

    "Hehe, it's too early for you to sigh and regret this time!" I shouted in my heart jokingly.  If such a cry can really ring in their ears Thinking of this, I can't help but laugh out loud.  If I suddenly regain control of my body and sit up now, then At this moment, I can't help but start thinking wildly in my mind.  It seems that I am very happy to see everyone panicking.

    In my mischievous imagination, the trolley finally came to the gate.  I could clearly feel the cart going up a small slope.  I knew that when the car calmed down again, it would pass through the gate.  Suddenly, I felt as if my body was illuminated by a magical light.  It was a kind of light that was very similar to the bright light emanating from the son's body, it was a high and extremely sacred light.  Under the stimulation of this light, the yang energy in my body naturally risesSoaring up, there was a feeling of melting water immediately.  Suddenly, I seemed to see two tall and mighty figures.  Their eyes are like light bulbs, projecting a noble and divine light.

    After bumping twice, it was estimated that it passed through the gate, so the strange light disappeared.

    Could it be the door god?  For all kinds of fairy tales, I still know the details.  Door gods are the most loyal guardians of human beings. Under their protection, some filthy and evil things cannot break into human residences.  Reminiscent of the previous scenes where all kinds of evil spirits were wiped out under the radiance of yang energy, it is not difficult for me to judge that if there are really ghosts trying to break in, they will definitely be reduced to ashes under the scanning of the noble and sacred light.

    Just when I was feeling the great power of the gods, I suddenly felt a sudden rush in my heart, and then I realized something was wrong.  If, this time, I really died and became a ghost, wouldn't I be turned into ashes by the two door gods when I passed the gate?  Thinking of this, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat.  Because, after experiencing some bizarre things, I can already be sure that after death, people will inevitably become ghosts.  Now, like those evil spirits, I am most afraid of "flying away".  Because, to a certain extent, "soul flying away" is the real death!  Even if I really died this time, after becoming a ghost, I can still see my relatives, and I can still be with them. Therefore, what is there to be afraid of in simple "physical death"?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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