Chapter 113 Modern Supernatural 17

Consciousness Space.

"Host, why did you leave Qi Hai behind?"

001 didn't understand.

"He did so many bad things, and later leaked Shi Heng's information. It's totally unworthy of his death."

"His current result is not much better than death."

After being "searched by the soul", he became a fool, and was in a daze all day long.

Jun Zhaoliu shrugged nonchalantly and touched the small ball of light:

"This is a great opportunity to let Shi Heng show up in the world of Heavenly Masters."

"But, Shi Heng's alias is the Ghost King. He is on the opposite side of them, the Heavenly Masters, and even the other alias..."

"This is perfect."

Compared with 001's worry, Jun Zhaoliu looked particularly relaxed:

"All the contradictions and conflicts in the novel are there."

"Don't worry, my script is ready."

Throwing his body into the soft sofa, Jun Zhaoliu waved his big hand and picked up the twinkling little ball of light into his arms:

"Be good, don't worry. I heard that you found some friends recently?"

Seeing that 001 still couldn't change his worried look, Jun Zhaoliu took the initiative to change the subject.

"Yes, yes!"

When 001 mentioned his new partner, he swept away his worries and the small light ball flashed again.

"Let's play idioms together and listen to the stories of their hosts."

"Their hosts are also amazing!"

"Really?"

Jun Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows with a gentle look, as if encouraging a child who went out to make friends on his first day to tell his interesting experience of making friends.

During 001's passionate narration for nearly an hour, Jun Zhaoliu also learned a lot about the romantic and interesting stories and highlights of the hosts of the Time Management Bureau.

"But in my heart, you, the host, are the most amazing!"

001 finally concluded.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have learned to flatter me?"

Jun Zhaoliu pinched the sides of the small light ball and pulled it outward.

"Hmm... That's how it is..."

The round little ball was deformed by the pulling, and it was difficult to survive in Jun Zhaoliu's hands.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

After pinching enough, Jun Zhaoliu let go of his hand and let 001 drift away.

"Just enjoy the show from now on."

*

"Ziyun, are you not hurt?"

Mu Guiyuan pulled Mu Guishuang around to check if there were any wounds on his body.

Qin Ping, who also rushed to the scene, looked at the houses that had turned into ruins around him and his subordinates who were too scared to move, and his mouth twitched slightly.

I don't know whether your junior brother is okay, but my house and my subordinates are definitely in trouble.

"Nothing." Mu Guishuang shook his head and lowered his head:

"Sorry, senior brother, I didn't control my emotions well."

Mu Guishuang has always been calm, and once his bottom line is involved, the other party can only take care of themselves.

Looking at the rubble and dust around him, Mu Guiyuan chose to lie with his eyes open:

"It's okay, Junior Brother, you have controlled it very well this time."

Well... at least the scope of the impact is indeed a little smaller.

"President Qin, the Mu family will be responsible for all the losses here."

After confirming that Mu Guishuang was in good spirits and had no injuries, Mu Guiyuan turned to Qin Ping beside him.

"But..."

"Oh, why is it so lively here--"

The sound of brisk footsteps echoed in the long corridor.

"Master Qi."

Qin Ping nodded to the visitor with a decent smile on his face.

"President Qin, Master Mu."

The visitor was wearing a simple and plain green shirt, with his eyes slightly curved, and a smiling look.

After scanning around, his eyes finally landed on Mu Guishuang:

"And Junior Brother Mu, it's been a long time since we last met."

"Master Qi."

Out of courtesy, Mu Guishuang nodded slightly.

"Alas, your senior brother hid you so well, and we have not seen each other for so many years, we are unfamiliar."

Qi Duan sighed.

After that incident, Mu Guishuang rarely went out.

Even Mu Guiyuan found excuses to refuse the ghost-killing mission assigned by the Tianshi Association every month.

"Senior brother didn't hide me." Mu Guishuang frowned:

"I am not feeling well, and I am recuperating in Wenshan."

"I am so sorry, I blamed Master Mu wrongly."

"By the way, what did you do?"

A gust of wind blew, blowing away the dust and ashes in the air.

"Let's exchange some ideas," Qin Ping spoke first:

"I haven't seen Master Mu for a long time. We exchanged some moves. I didn't expect this house to be so fragile."

"It's a good opportunity to rebuild it more firmly."

"Yes."

Qin Ping gave the steps, and Mu Guiyuan would naturally not tear down the stage.

A few people exchanged greetings, and there was another round of brisk footsteps, and a clear voice came:

"Why are you holding a meeting in this ruin? Is the Tianshi Association finally so poor that it can't even afford to build a house?"

"It turned out to be Master Nan."

Qin Ping was not annoyed: "The Tianshi Association is indeed short of money recently. I wonder if Master Nan can donate a little?"

"No, no."

Nan Qian waved her hands, "My Nan family is not much better. Even the direct disciples have gone to their Mu family. You should go to the head of the Mu family."

"Okay, if there is anything serious, let's go to the meeting room to discuss it."

Finally, the topic was brought back to the right track.

"Ziyun, you go back to the Mu family first, I will come to you later."

Mu Guiyuan wanted to persuade Mu Guishuang to go back first.

The meeting was most likely to discuss the matter of the Ghost King. It was related to Shi Heng, so Mu Guiyuan did not dare to provoke Mu Guishuang again.

As soon as Mu Guishuang left, the atmosphere gradually became cold.

Several people regained their serious expressions and walked towards the meeting room.

*

"You said, when will the junior master come back?"

With his hand on his chin, Zhou Zhile squatted by the pond and counted tadpoles.

"It should be soon."

Nan Rui stood by the mossy gravel road, quietly watching the koi swimming in the pond.

The midday sun shone on the slightly green water, covering it with a layer of shimmering gauze.

The fish's tail swayed, creating layers of ripples that spread on the water.

"Brother, you said ghosts, evil spirits, these things, are they necessarily evil?"

Zhou Zhile asked the question that had been bothering him.

"...Not necessarily." Nan Rui thought about it seriously:

"But most of them are."

"The formation of ghosts is actually the embodiment of obsession. The overly strong obsession during their lifetime retains their souls in the human world, allowing them to remain in the human world in a special way."

"Obsession? Is there something specific?"

"Yes, most of them are 'hatred'. From a realistic perspective, 99% of ghosts exist because of 'hatred'."

"Indeed, no wonder those who died an unnatural death or were murdered are very likely to turn into vengeful spirits after death."

Zhou Zhile nodded and asked again: "What about the remaining 1%?"

"It's 'love'."

Nan Rui's voice was drawn out, as if he was lost in some kind of memory:

"Although 'love' can be very strong, it may still be too weak compared to 'hate'."

"But over the years, I have also met a very small number of ghosts who remain in the world because of 'love'."

"Oh - I see, I once saw a mother-in-law who always stayed with her granddaughter. Because her appearance and personality were nothing like the ghosts I had met before, I was wondering why other people, including her granddaughter, could not see her existence."

Zhou Zhile quickly thought of a strange ghost he had seen before.

"Yes, because in comparison, 'love' is more peaceful and gentle, so the souls that exist because of 'love' are often not resentful ghosts and are not very aggressive."

Nan Rui carefully explained to Zhou Zhile:

"When we encounter such ghosts that have no murderous sins, we often help them eliminate their obsessions, transcend them, and send them back into reincarnation."

"If the obsessions are gone, will those ghosts no longer exist?"

"Yes, if the obsessions are gone, it means that the thoughts that keep them alive in the world are gone, and naturally they will not stay in the world."

When the ghost grandmother saw that her granddaughter's illness was cured, she just smiled and disappeared beside her granddaughter.

Zhou Zhile suddenly understood the grandmother's last look.

It turned out to be relief...