Yin Yang ghost hunter

"Promised?!"

I was slightly startled and looked at the little ghost head in surprise.

"Well, it's actually just a contract."

The little devil slapped his head and mouth,

Making a pact with a ghost is no joke, because this is no longer a contract between ordinary people, and the level of horror is far beyond what people can imagine.

Grandpa told me that if he saw some dirty guy offering me something or making a deal with me, he told me not to agree.

Of course, many people will misunderstand that in fact, ordinary people do not have the ability to sign contracts with these ghosts. Even if they do, it is a deception adopted by the ghosts, because it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve this balance, and after death, a person becomes a ghost and becomes a ghost.

Even smarter, they will also take advantage of people's inner weaknesses to make some kind of contract with them. Of course, this kind of contract is actually very unfair.

The other is for people with special abilities to sign a contract with ghosts. This kind of contract is also difficult to balance, but both parties have ability constraints, so it can continue.

However, even the second type has a big flaw, that is, if one party dies, this kind of contract will no longer exist.

Now that grandpa is dead, this means that the balance is broken, which means that the water ghost will come out again!

"Little Guitou, it's not about this contract now. Grandpa is dead and the balance of the contract has been lost. You were once a ghost hunter, so you should know the consequences."

I looked at the little devil calmly, used my own reason to sort out the situation, and persuaded him with reason.

The little devil glanced at me, put his hands on his shoulders, and said slowly:

"You can't call me little ghost head. Although my current image is still at the time of death, my heart is growing older. I have watched you grow up."

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

I looked at the little ghost head dumbfounded.

"Just call me brother like you did before."

The little devil smiled, then stared at me with a serious expression, looking very stubborn.

His whole body was wet, and his hair was stuck to his forehead. He looked very pitiful. This scene reminded me of the way he struggled out of the water.

"Is it so difficult for you to scream? Is this what I get for trading my life for my life?"

The little ghost suddenly turned around and walked step by step towards his grave.

"elder brother!"

I gritted my teeth and screamed.

He shook slightly, turned around, grinned at me and said:

"Very good. When I was little, I often gave you food, so you often called me that."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. How did you get me back from the water ghost?"

After thinking for a while, I asked.

"Exchanging lives for lives, at the cost of my own life. I had just awakened my ability recently and was still very weak, so I could only pay such a high price."

The little devil smiled bitterly and said in a low voice.

"Do you still have the ability to be a ghost hunter now?"

I asked curiously.

"No, because I'm cursed."

The little devil sat on the grave again, his eyes a little hollow and his voice a little strange.

"Curse? What curse? Is there another curse that works on ghosts? Or are you being targeted by other ghost hunters?"

I was slightly stunned. This was the first time I heard about the curse, and it happened to my brother.

"It's not that my ghost hunting ability has disappeared, but the curse, the curse is because I was killed by a water ghost, so I got this curse. Unless I kill the water ghost with my own hands, the curse can be lifted. Otherwise,

, I can only do this all my life. Now my ability is too weak and I have no ability to kill him. If I kill him, I can restore my ability as a ghost hunter. Now I have lost my ability as a ghost hunter.

I am not much stronger than an ordinary innocent soul."

The little devil said truthfully, and then took a deep breath at the unburned incense candles.

"After a ghost hunter is killed by a ghost, will he be cursed? But apart from your weak ability, I haven't found anything different about you. Moreover, after death, the soul will remain in the state of death. You

Is there anything else you haven’t told me?"

I looked at the little ghost head and continued to ask.

The kid nodded, with a slightly frightened look on his face, staring at me and saying:

"Of course it's more than that. If that's the only thing, how can it be called a curse? The most basic point is that ghost hunters who are cursed will die every once in a while and experience the pain of death, and...

…Oops, it’s about to start again!”

After the little devil finished speaking, his face changed drastically, but his body uncontrollably transformed into a little boy in school uniform. He looked at me with a very painful expression and said loudly:

"I don't want you to see me dead again, please leave quickly!"

Originally I planned to leave, but my feet were stuck here uncontrollably.

Because, because I want to personally see the power of this curse, see how much he suffers, and I want to help him undo this curse!

His body suddenly flew into the air, and suddenly sank down. His feet were bound by a kind of five-element force, and he was pulled down desperately. The little devil's hair was already floating up, and he held a closed breath.

His hands kept moving, as if trying to break away, and a strange scene appeared.

A pale palm suddenly appeared on his foot, which firmly grasped his ankle. The little devil's mouth opened slightly, and some bubbles overflowed from his mouth.