Hoo hoo—
The sound of the wind was mixed with faint sobbing.
As the white mist in the pool dissipated,
Jiang Lin felt many things rapidly approaching.
Then, bit by bit, they climbed onto his back.
There were very many of them, and as the space was small, they kept crowding.
But in the clear pool water, it was calm as a mirror.
It only reflected his face, not showing the things behind him at all.
But the viewers in front of the screen were all goosebumped.
They couldn't utter a single word.
...
After a while, faint ripples appeared on the surface of the pool.
The face reflected above turned into an old man.
The old man's hair was messy, as if he hadn't washed it in at least a month, and his face was dirty.
His eyes were cloudy, just like a beggar.
In fact, he was indeed a beggar.
Jiang Lin looked at this face, and his calm eyes suddenly showed some emotion.
Because this old man was the one who had begged with him during his life, and had helped him through the initial most difficult times.
Although the days that followed weren't much better, he had grown and gained the ability to survive independently.
Suddenly,
The old man's face on the water surface changed subtly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
A sharp, androgynous voice came from behind:
"The old man was a very good person, really good. If it weren't for him, I might have died long ago."
"What a pity, what a pity." Another sharp voice said, "The old man is dead."
"He was killed by someone."
A low voice said, "He was treated like an animal and kicked many, many times.
The medicine couldn't cure him. He died in pain."
Their voices carried a heavy magic, touching the nerves of the brain.
Guiding Jiang Lin's thoughts back to the past.
The old man was dead.
He was kicked to death by a spoiled prince.
Jiang Lin had begged at various medical clinics to get some medicine.
But the old man still died.
"How could such a good person like the old man end up like that?" the sharp voice murmured,
Sadness and anger in its tone.
The voice suddenly rose higher:
"That prince is too detestable, he must pay with his life!"
"Don't let him die too easily, let him taste the old man's suffering! Let him wish he were dead!"
Jiang Lin clenched his fists, thinking of the old man's death, thinking of the prince's detestable face.
Sadness and anger welled up in his heart.
He knew his emotions were not right at the moment, but he felt as if he were dreaming.
In his dream, he watched his emotions surge, wanting to return to the moment the old man was kicked.
He wanted the prince to experience the taste of being trampled underfoot.
Yes, he wanted to do that.
He hoped the him in the dream would carry out this idea,
It didn't matter if it was a little crazy.
As long as the person who deserved to die was punished, and as long as his anger could be quelled...
But,
Once some things start, it's hard to turn back.
...
He is Jiang Lin, a ghost messenger.
Even if he collects souls, he must follow the procedures of the underworld.
He cannot use private torture.
He cannot arbitrarily harm souls who have already served their sentences.
He cannot let his power run wild.
...
Jiang Lin closed his eyes,
Took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, his emotions had calmed down.
All those crazy thoughts were suppressed deep in his mind.
Whether human or ghost,
As long as one is alive, it is inevitable to have all sorts of thoughts.
But whether to do it or not.
The choice lies in one's own hands.
Are these things behind him meant to incite evil thoughts in others?
Are they for devouring evil thoughts, harming people, or something else?
Jiang Lin did not try to find out.
It was not yet a time when he had to risk his life.
Based on past experience,
If he were to turn back at this moment, it might trigger the necessary conditions for some ghosts and monsters to kill.
Since that was the case, he would do it without turning back.
...
The bullet screen of the live stream flew by, tense and with a chilling sensation.
"This is the first time I've seen the streamer with such a scary expression, there are even bloodshot eyes."
"Is the streamer angry?"
"What those things on his back are saying, are they about the streamer's past experiences?"
After those sharp voices spoke,
The viewers noticed that the streamer's expression became increasingly gloomy, and a bloodthirsty glint seemed to appear in his eyes.
The strands of hair by his ears gently floated.
The entire ghost looked terrifying.
But at this moment, more than fear, everyone was more concerned about the reason for the streamer's expression.
"I didn't expect the streamer's life to be so difficult... (heartbroken jpg.)"
"So the streamer was an ancient person... Life in ancient times was indeed difficult."
In everyone's inherent impression, or rather, what they had always seen.
It was the streamer's powerful side.
So subconsciously, they felt that ghost messengers were powerful, like guardian deities.
But they also subconsciously ignored,
That ghost messengers were once human.
In fact, ghost messengers also needed to be protected.
"(Hugs jpg.)"
"That elite man also had bloodshot eyes when he came down, no wonder... Are these little things specifically designed to poke at people's hearts?"
"Streamer, keep it up, don't fall for their trick! Those are the words of demons!"
"Great Ghost Messenger, we are all watching over you!"
...
Amidst the audience's bullet screen, filled with either sympathy or concern.
The streamer in the picture finally moved.
He opened his eyes wide, his gaze stern.
Ghostly energy surged around him, releasing the pressure of a ghost messenger.
Then, a giant hand of black mist materialized, like grabbing a chick,
It flung all the things on his back to the ground to the side.
Pat!
Those densely packed, crowded little things fell to the ground.
As if startled, they immediately scattered.
And ran towards the woods.
When these things were crowded together, they resembled a lump of pig brain, making it unbearable to look at.
When they scattered, they looked like some kind of small spiritual entities.
They were only about the size of a palm, their bodies were milky white and semi-transparent.
They also had a head and four limbs.
As they ran in panic, some ran on two feet, while others used all four limbs to move forward.
They looked completely harmless, as if they could be crushed with a single finger.
And in fact,
The giant black hand extended a finger and pinned down a fleeing little creature.
Under the enormous finger, the little creature kept kicking its limbs.
Struggling, resisting.
Making useless efforts.
It looked weak and pitiful.
Viewers: "..."
So the feeling that the streamer was very weak just now, and needed to be sympathized with,
Was it just their overly emotional illusion?
The streamer was clearly as powerful as this!
...
[Mini Theater]
Spiritual Anomaly Knowledge: When there are things behind you speaking, if you don't know their strength, never turn around rashly.
Jiang Lin: Hmm. I won't turn around.
(He raised his hand, grabbed the things behind him, and threw them hard onto the ground.)
(Pat!)
Jiang Lin pointed at the ground: See, this way you can see their true faces, and it won't trigger the killing conditions.
ps: Today's underworld little trick, did you learn it?
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