The eastern soil of Kumu Realm, the border of Fengming Kingdom, and the old mine of Fengshan.

The night outside the window was dark, and the room was lit like a shack. A dilapidated oil lamp ignited a cluster of flames and emitted light at the corner of the table.

Because the worst-quality lamp oil was used, the smell in the broken house was very bad. There were two broken bowls on the table, which were very similar to the props used by beggars to pay for money, but they were washed cleaner.

There is water in a bowl.

Another bowl was a weird black liquid with a strong herbal scent.

The only wooden bed in the house was not bedded, and only a few patched clothes were thrown there.

The night was quiet, and you could even hear the snoring of the beggars in the shack next to you, and the sounds of drunk miners chatting and laughing on Fengshan Street further away.

The lights jumping in the house pulled a figure on the rough and uneven ground.

This shadow belongs to a person sitting by the bed holding a book, and the extended shadow seems to fill this impoverished place and make it look less empty.

The young man in torn clothes turned over a page of books under the dim light. His dim face was filled with the weight caused by malnutrition. His long gown was patched and his pulp was slightly white.

Although his hair was neatly taken care of in the style of a scholar, it did not add a trace of the temperament of a scholar.

On the contrary, because he always hunched his back, he looked sickly and unhealthy.

From the perspective of life, this shack is not like an environment that allows him to study with peace of mind. There is an unconcealed sorrow on his face, which perfectly conforms to the definition of the word "down and out".

He must have some unresolvable thoughts, and he could only enjoy his loneliness by reading books in this dead and silent night.

"The Master said..."

"Shut up!"

He had just started, and before he could read the sages in the book, he was interrupted by a rude shout.

From the shack next to him, it seems that his "neighbor"'s begging today was not going well, and the voice was filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.

The scholar was startled, smiled embarrassedly, and slandered in his heart, saying, "This evil beggar cannot provoke or be sages." If he makes him angry, he will be beaten again."

So the scholar chose to recite silently in his heart.

"The Master said..."

"Shut up! I'm still chanting poetry so late, so why don't I rest?"

He was also just starting out, but was interrupted by a scolding.

But this time, the sound did not come from outside the shack.

From the heart of the scholar.

It rang directly in his mind, making the scholar's face pale.

He hurriedly threw the book away as if he had seen a ghost, took two steps forward, grabbed the broken bowl with medicine, drank it in a big mouthful, and then squeezed the strange handprints, turning around in the circle, muttering words in his mouth.

"Stop trying, it's useless."

The voice in my heart sounded again, with a little helplessness.

"I have said it many times. I'm not a ghost. No matter how much talisman water you drink or how much talisman you chant, it's useless. What's more, your talisman water recipe was bought for ten yuan.

The so-called exorcist curse is even more free and free.

Jiang Ziheng, I know that there are ghosts and gods in your world and monks, but you only spend ten yuan to learn real magic. You are a little too good at thinking, right?"

"You occupy my soul and want to take my body, and you still disturb my mind day and night. Isn't it a ghost? What's it?"

The scholar closed his eyes and muttered something, while cursing in his heart:

"As for money, you still have the face to say it!

In recent years, in order to drive you away, I failed to study, my family’s wealth was gone, my parents died, and I even caused a lawsuit for life. I had to hide in this remote countryside.

Be a companion with the evil beggar!

It's all your fault!

You have already caused me miserable enough, what else do you want?"

The voice in my heart fell silent.

After a few breaths, his tone became more helpless.

explain:

"You can't study because you've become a child and start to do your job.

Both parents died, and they were infected with the epidemic, and it was not the poison I had.

As for the loss of wealth in your family, you still depend on me? When you are sucking the wind, you want to donate your property to the old liar in the temple to exorcise you, I will advise you less?

It's just that you don't listen.

There is also a life lawsuit...

hehe.

If I hadn't reminded you in advance, you would have been tied up and sold to the courtroom, and you would have had the life to escape to Fengshan?"

The sound stopped.

Speaking again:

"I don't think about it either. Jiang Ziheng. If I had a choice, I would never have lived with a pedantic and incompetent guy like you for so many years. In the past few years, I have been watching you.

I know how useless you are, don’t throw your blame on me!”

"Then you go!"

The scholar's tone became resentful, and he shouted:

"Since I am such a useless person, why do you still rely on me? Go away! Bring your ghost tree together! It's because of you, the ghost, that I'm so unlucky!

It’s your fault that I’ve become like this now!”

"Do you think I don't want to leave?"

The voice did not mean to argue with Scholar Jiang. Seeing that the scholar was devilish again, the voice was quiet and quiet.

"I don't know who sent me to this world, but I think he must hate me very much, so he tied me to Lao Jiang and you.

He must be tormenting me in this way.

If you have some prospects and I will help you, you will not be able to reach this point.

Alas, maybe it was because I didn’t do good things in my previous life that I ended up like this.

You trash.

It's my hell."

He heard the sound gradually dissipated. The scholar Jiang Ziheng was still dissatisfied. He shouted and asked it to come out and confronted him. This noisy angered the beggars in the shacks around him.

They rolled up their sleeves viciously and prepared to beat the sour boy.

But seeing him yelling alone in the shack, like a mad demon possessed him, they stopped one by one.

"Oh, why is this scholar so scared again?"

"Don't worry about him. He will tell everyone that there are ghosts in his body, which will look abnormal. Maybe he was a lunatic earlier."

"I also saw that he often talked to himself alone, tsk, young and tender, so miserable."

The beggars said a few words, "It's boring to not sleep that night, seeing a lunatic get hysterical. Not long after, they all said it was bad luck and went back to their own shacks."

Shusheng Jiang had a fuss for a while and he was tired.

I was so tired that I had not had enough water and rice to fill my whole day. After being tired, I stopped reading. I blew the lights and lay on the bed with a light. After muttering a few words, I fell asleep.

As the snoring sounded, in one corner, another soul was sleepless in Jiang Shusheng's consciousness.

His appearance is seventy-seventh-serious to Shusheng Jiang.

But there was not much sorrow between my eyebrows, I just sat there in silence, just like looking at the world from the night sky, and seeing the sleeping scholar Jiang.

Behind him is a small tree rooted in consciousness.

The pale light gathered into the branches of the tree, like a potted plant, the branches were bare, divided into seven strands, stretching around, without flowers or leaves, and it was called a tree, but more like a sculpture made of rocks.

"It's been three years since I woke up."

The soul leaned against the strange tree, reached out to caress the cold branches beside him, and he whispered:

"You have grown from a seed, but I am still trapped here and can't even commit suicide. After being called "Ghost" by him for three years, I began to doubt myself.

Am I something he imagined?

But this damn thing trapped me here, unable to get in and out, and I couldn't even kill that waste. I was chatting all day long, and I was almost annoyed by him."

He stroked the bare tree beside him and said:

"Bao Shu, Bao Shu, you should be my 'golden finger', but you don't bloom or bear fruit, and you look ugly, and you don't have the right to be a craft.

What's the use of you?"

The tree couldn't speak, so he didn't answer him, leaving only the trapped soul talking to himself here.
To be continued...