"Fuck... you mean..."

With his eyes widened and staring at the pale ghost in front of him, Yang Xuming's eyes were almost glaring, "A ghost is a stand-in...Bah! Is it the incarnation of the power that he had before he lived?"

Ying Sixue nodded and shook her head, "I think it is very likely, but it may not be."

"In other words, even if it is, there must be some variation."

"After all, the ghosts we have come into contact with seem to have the ability to think... even if most of these thinking logics are simple."

"And this ghost of mine has no thinking ability and thinking logic."

"I think it may be that after death, the soul is separated from the body, and the spiritual power and remaining memories are attached to this kind of ghost, and then it becomes the ghost we have seen."

"But the resentment after death is too heavy. After losing the load of the brain, the thinking will become chaotic, so most ghosts are irrational and stupid."

"Of course, there is a loophole in this theory...that's you."

Ying Sixue stared at Yang Xuming and said, "Your ability is not a human ghost, but a strange ghost fire."

"What does this mean? Does it mean that you will not become a ghost after death, but will become a wildfire?"

Ying Sixue was helpless, "So you are the biggest loophole in this inference."

"But judging from what happened in the Wangguan Camp at that time, this white ghost fire does not have all your abilities, and your ghost fire should be able to evolve."

"At that time, your ghost fire evolved into black, and it may evolve into other colors in the future, and it is not impossible to evolve into a human form."

"I think your current ghost fire is not your full potential, you still have room for evolution."

Ying Sixue said.

Yang Xuming hesitated, a red flame slowly ignited on his body.

"Uh...actually..." In Ying Sixue's dazed expression, Yang Xuming gave a dry smile, "My abilities have evolved."

Ying Sixue was stunned, "You...what did you do? Why did you evolve again?"

Yang Xuming thought for a while, and briefly talked about what happened in the last two days.

After listening to Ying Sixue, she touched her chin, "Is that so...Is going to Jiujiang?"

She was eager to try, "Do you need a driver? The kind that doesn't require money, or even has money."

Yang Xuming looked at her curiously, "Why? Help me in such a hurry?"

Ying Sixue smiled, "Since I have super powers, I must try my hand. Such a strong ability is a special ability for ghosts. Thanks to not killing two ghosts to try my hand."

"I was rushed to run by those ghosts before, and I was angry, now the offensive and defensive swaps, it's time for me to rush them away!"

"I am the exorcist of the destiny, the terminator of the ghosts, and people give the nickname ghosts to see me...Speaking of which, is your ghost fire really not going to have a handsome name?"

"In this way, we will not be able to communicate if we fight in the future."

"If you don't have a good idea, let me get one for you," Ying Sixue laughed wickedly. "Your ghost fire will be called Mieshijianyan from now on, handsome and domineering, how about it?"

Yang Xuming rolled his eyes wildly, "I'll continue to call the ghost fire, simple and rude."

Destroy the world, Hu Yan...This name is too second.

But Yang Xuming originally wanted to ask Ying Sixue to send him to Jiujiang.

After all, his Frostmourne is a solid alloy sword, a standard controlled knife. Although it doesn't open the front, it definitely can't get on high-speed trains and airplanes.

If you want to bring Frostmourne to Jiujiang, you can only drive by yourself.

But Yang Xuming, as a poor ghost, doesn't have a car at all.

Among the people I knew, only the rich woman Ying Sixue had a car.

Now that Ying Sixue took the initiative to bring it up, Yang Xuming would naturally not refuse.

After the two finalized the itinerary and the departure time tomorrow morning, they went home to prepare.

After all, it is going to travel far, more or less to do some preparation.

——Although Miss Ying said that the preparation to go out is to bring enough money.

However, poor people like Yang Xuming are different from local tyrants. It is impossible to buy everything they need, so they still have to prepare.

After returning home, Yang Xuming called Wang Zhen.

"Brother Wang, I decided to visit Jiujiang. Thank you for your continued care."

"When I come back from Jiujiang, please eat lamb soup pot."

Wang Zhen on the other side of the phone is playing a game, "What you said is like a heroic dragon suit that is about to go... Fuck! There is a team behind the hillside of Northwest 330!"

Then came a burst of gunshots, mixed with the cries of Wang Zhen.

"I'm dead! Help me! Help me!"

"I have a first aid kit!"

"Damn! I'm almost out of blood, help me, what are you running!"

Finally, Wang Zhen cursed speechlessly, "What an orphan teammate."

Then the game sound disappeared.

Wang Zhen’s voice returned to normal, "Are you going to Jiujiang? emmmmm... Well, I have a college classmate in Jiujiang, you can contact her over there."

"I'll send you the phone number later. That guy is pretty reliable. When you get there, you can ask her to give you some pointers."

Yang Xuming was a little grateful, "Thank you, Brother Wang."

He chatted with Wang Zhen for a while, then hung up the phone without interrupting Wang Zhen to continue playing the game.

But it seems that the level of Wangzhen's game is a bit ridiculous...

Yang Xuming shook his head speechlessly. After receiving the phone number from Wang Zhen, he didn't call him immediately.

Instead, he planned to contact this alumnus of Wangzhen when he arrived at Jiujiang.

But Wang Zhen’s classmates... are they also police?

Yang Xuming suddenly understood how Wang Zhen this guy got information about the case handling of police stations in other provinces.

Although the information he got was all trivial leftovers, but at the level of Wang Zhen, he could be so well informed... the feelings are undercover.

Shaking his head, Yang Xuming dialed his mother's phone.

On the other side of the phone, the familiar sound of mahjong was still.

My mother looked very good today, "What's wrong? My dear son, are you short of money?"

"Mom will transfer two thousand yuan to you later."

Hearing his mother's voice, Yang Xuming understood, "You won a lot today, right?"

The mother on the phone couldn't hide her happy smile, "That's not it, you won several big ones in a row today, and you have two months of living expenses!"

Yang Xuming expressed his admiration and started talking about business, "By the way, Mom, I'm going home tomorrow. You can prepare a little bit... I brought my friends together."

Madam Yang asked curiously, "Are you back? Are you not working in Liupanshui?"

Yang Xuming smiled wryly-part-time job? I have had a harder and more tired life than part-time work this month!

He shook his head helplessly, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, you continue to play mahjong without disturbing you."

"That's okay, tomorrow my mother will make something delicious and wait for you to come back."

Then Madam Yang hung up the phone.

In the rental house, calm down again.

Only Yang Xuming stood in the living room, clenching his fists secretly.

Tomorrow... He looked at the sky outside the window and took a deep breath.

Tomorrow he will set off to Jiujiang!

But before that, you can drop by to your hometown in Xiangxi.

Maybe you can find something.

Recommend father-in-law's new book "Comprehensive Beginners with 4.6 Billion Years of Cultivation"

A new book has been published. The title is "A Beginner with 4.6 Billion Years of Cultivation", which is worth looking forward to.

If you are interested, you can check it out.

No change tonight, let’s go read the father-in-law’s new book to pass the time 23333

Introduction:

When Zeng Jing traveled to the world of Xianxia, ​​he unexpectedly gained a cultivation base of 4.6 billion years. However, he had a cultivation base for nothing, but he did not know how to do any immortal magic.

Although you can fly all enemies with one punch, you can't be handsome if you don't know how to fly with swords!

No way, let's learn art from a teacher!

But, how could the head of this sect be a crying loli?

"Head, don't cry when the enemy comes. Once I pass the 3000-year cultivation base to you, you will be invincible in the world."