Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

Jiang Chen originally meant it as a joke.

Uncle Wei's reaction was unexpected, his serious expression didn't look like he was joking at all, it was the first time Jiang Chen saw him so serious.

"But Xiaohai's grandfather is dead, and Xiaohai has no grandfather."

Xiao Hai also responded seriously.

Jiang Chen knelt down, patted him on the shoulder and explained, "This old man's meaning is to ask if you want to inherit his mantle and pass on his legacy."

Xiao Hai was stunned for a moment: "What will?"

"He is an old security guard who has been protecting Fang Ping'an all his life. Do you want to be a small security guard?" Jiang Chen asked again.

He realized that Xiao Hai's way out might be right in front of him.

Uncle Wei still sat upright, with a solemn expression, and couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, that's what it means."

This time Xiao Hai pondered seriously.

After a while, he nodded heavily: "Think!"

"Xiao Hai also wants to keep Fang Ping safe!"

Hearing this, Uncle Wei laughed, his old face squeezed into a chrysanthemum, looking expectantly at Xiaohai.

"grandfather!"

"Hey!" He deserved it very happily, subconsciously took out the cigarette case, saw Xiao Hai in front of him, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

I was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Eat! Yes, there is still a lot of food at Grandpa's place, let's go, I will take you to eat!"

After speaking, he walked back to the security room.

Jiang Chen and Xiao Hai followed.

After entering, I found that this small space is not cluttered. There is a simple bamboo bed, a desk facing the window, and there are several ancient books on it.

But the strange thing is that under the bamboo bed, it is sealed by wooden boards.

It looked more like a coffin than a bed.

After Uncle Wei came in, he ran to a cupboard in the corner and stooped to search for it. Finally, he found a stack of yellow paper money, some incense sticks, and a candle, all of which looked very old and covered with dust.

But he patted it lightly, puffing up his cheeks and blowing off the dust like he would treat a baby.

Then he took out an incense case and placed it on the desk.

"My dear grandson, come!"

Uncle Wei greeted him with a red face as if offering a treasure.

Xiao Hai held the sword, thought for a while, took off his mask, and walked over.

Uncle Wei took out the lighter and was about to light a piece of money paper when a cold voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"Uncle Wei!"

Chu Hanyue appeared outside at some point.

Uncle Wei didn't even raise his head: "I'll talk about it later, I'll have a meal with my darling grandson first."

"Uncle Wei, have you thought about it, these things... are your life!" Chu Hanyue's tone contained a trace of intolerance.

"It's fate, look at the sky." Uncle Wei waved his hand, directly lit the thing in his hand, inserted the scented wax into the desk, and burned the paper money on the ground.

Wisps of blue smoke rose.

Instantly.

An astonishing yin energy exploded into the air, which surprised Jiang Chen. Fortunately, the yin energy was confined within the scope of this room by some invisible force.

Uncle Wei rubbed Xiao Hai's head: "My dear grandson, grandpa is full, you can eat by yourself."

After speaking, he and Jiang Chen went outside.

Inside the house, Xiao Hai was full of vigor and began to climb steadily!

Jiang Chen also roughly saw something, and couldn't help asking: "Old Wei, can he bear it?"

Uncle Wei closed the door with a very happy expression: "Don't worry, these things are specially prepared for ghosts like him!"

"Ghosts are close to people. I have been waiting for more than sixty years, and I thought that I would never be able to wait in this lifetime."

Jiang Chen was taken aback: "Isn't that so, Xiao Hai doesn't look like a human?"

Uncle Wei blew his beard and stared: "You know what a fart!"

"Things that have been missed for a long time will inevitably generate hatred. Once something becomes an obsession, it will be distorted and deformed, turning a person into a monster." At this time, Chu Hanyue rarely took the initiative to explain.

"Once a person understands what resentment is, then after he becomes a ghost, the end of all obsessions will turn into hatred!"

"When the person who wants to protect dies, he will resent the murderer and continue to harm others. The person who starves to death will resent the person who did not give him food. The person who died in an accident will want to kill everyone who bumps into him... ..."

"That's why ghosts are ghosts."

"There is no one who is sneaky and not cruel."

"Only by stepping into the ghost king level can strong willpower restrain obsessions, or hide them deeper, reaching the point where ghosts are almost human."

"The other kind is people who don't know what resentment is."

"But it's very difficult. Some babies are aborted before they are born, and their resentment may linger, pestering doctors or their own mothers."

"It's hard to imagine that after someone dies, there will be no resentment in their hearts."

"What is this child's obsession?"

Finally, she asked her doubts.

Jiang Chen didn't hide anything either, and told what happened.

"My family was killed by my sister. He was pure in heart and couldn't feel resentment towards my sister. He just hated himself for not being able to protect his family. No wonder... no wonder..." Chu Hanyue's face revealed a hint of bewilderment.

Uncle Wei shook his head with a slightly complicated expression.

He didn't ask too many questions because he knew from the very beginning that Xiao Hai's experience must be unimaginable hardships and pains for ordinary people.

"But Uncle Wei, after using these things, you will..." Chu Hanyue frowned slightly, showing worry.

"Don't say any more, after four days, maybe it will be the time of my death, I am always old, how can I have any future?"

"The future belongs to you young people!"

Uncle Wei spoke very freely.

Jiang Chen also echoed from the side: "That's right! So, Wei, do you still have a real estate certificate or something? Otherwise, while you are still breathing, come with me and change your name, change mine, change your name." Xiaohai can do it all, and we’re not talking about coveting one or the other, the main thing is to keep it in mind.”

Uncle Wei's unrestrained expression immediately froze on his face, and he blushed with anger and said, "Fuck off! You are more vicious than a capitalist, and you want to peel off a layer of skin on me, an old man who is dying. You really belong to me! "

Jiang Chen waved his hand modestly: "It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning."

Shortly after.

The blue smoke in the house disappeared.

A thick Yin Qi emanated out.

As soon as they entered, they found spots of blood on Xiao Hai's clothes.

A top-notch ghost, close to half-blooded.

"I'll go, this strength improvement is faster than riding a rocket, old Wei, what did you feed him, and if there is anything else, give me some too!"

Jiang Chen was shocked.

Xiao Hai had just stepped into the evil ghost level before, and this directly crossed several small stages, becoming a top ghost, which is even more exaggerated than the promotion of cheating.

And he also understands that it doesn't mean that with a lot of yin energy, ghosts can increase their strength without limit.

For example, he had inhaled the Yin Qi in the golden pupil before, but he could only release a small part of it, which catalyzed the process of Xiao Hai turning into resentment, but he couldn't continue to increase the Yin Qi, directly turning it into an evil spirit.

Because no matter how much Yin Qi is, if it cannot be absorbed, it will be in vain.

The incense wax paper money that Uncle Wei just lit just now is incomparably miraculous, it can abruptly increase his strength by such a large amount!

Its preciousness is absolutely appalling!