Chapter 652 May He Have a Good Journey
Only after the boy finished eating the fruit did he feel that his aching stomach had finally been filled with something, so that he no longer broke out in cold sweats whenever he moved.
His appearance had long been as dilapidated as a shabby house. Even though he couldn't see it, his interior was probably not much better.
Suddenly, a little ghost floated in front of him. Its gray body was like sparkling water droplets in the deep sea. It tried to curl itself into a ball. As its soul was torn apart, small round bubbles split out of its body one after another and flew into the boy's mind.
The ghosts were shocked, "Are you crazy?! You don't have much ghost power left!"
The old voice that sounded quite prestigious among the ghosts also said anxiously: "Being in the Xuanmen territory has a great impact on us ghosts. The power dissipates several times faster than in other places!"
"The only benefit of staying in Xuanmen is that there is plenty of spiritual energy here, which can preserve our spirituality and prevent us from being worn away by time and losing our sanity... Now you are giving the spiritual energy to Xiao Hei... Do you know that you are seeking death?!"
"You won't be around much longer if you keep going like this!"
The little ghost who rolled himself into a ball ignored the boy and continued to infuse the power of the ghost into the boy.
The slightly cool feeling was like one cold bubble after another, which dissipated with a "pop" sound when it touched his cheek. The boy felt it, but he didn't know what was happening. He just felt that his consciousness was becoming clearer and the pain throughout his body was becoming weaker.
After waiting for a long time, the boy tentatively spoke in a hoarse voice, "Is it you? The little ghost who helped me pick the fruit?"
The little ball-shaped ghost whimpered and made a crying sound like a child.
Cold bubbles flew towards him continuously. To the boy, everything seemed as beautiful as a dream. In this dream, he got rid of the feeling of pain.
But the more he felt that everything was a dream, the clearer his consciousness became, until the shadows of the little ghosts appeared and disappeared before his eyes.
It turned out that there was not just one little ghost, but a group of them.
The young man did not look surprised. He had been tortured by those people so many times that he was unable to react to many things.
If death comes to him one day, he will most likely smile in relief, as that should be the only way to make him react.
The boy's voice was hoarse, "Why do you do this?"
“…Because I want to do this…” The little ball was shaking and even began to become transparent.
The other little ghost flew to the small ball without saying a word and shared his ghost power with it. Until the body of the small ball finally solidified, he said in a low voice angrily.
"What a worrying idiot."
The little ball made a dazed childish voice, "Why did you save me... I don't need you to save me..."
The steady voice said calmly, "Ever since you became a ghost who can't remember anything from your life, you've been sticking to me, chattering all day long... I've gotten used to it."
"If one day I can't hear you calling me, I will..."
The calm voice did not continue, but everyone could understand what he meant.
The little ball ghost sobbed a few times, and after a long silence, he said timidly: "...Then you are not allowed to dislike my noise in the future..."
The calm little ghost looked at the weak appearance of the little ball and nodded, "I won't do that again in the future."
The ball-like imp had poured too much of its energy into the boy, and even with the help of the calm imp, it couldn't get back to its previous state.
The Phantom's power is a consumable item and will not regenerate once consumed.
The little ball-like ghost staggered beside the boy and spoke in a childish voice.
"Please follow us next."
"now?"
The little ball shook his body, "No, wait a moment, please follow Guozi, you will understand."
The young man was puzzled, and a calm voice came forward to help explain that the little ball was in such a state that even speaking had become a loss.
"You can see us and talk to us now because the ghost power she gave you is still in your body. But at the same time, this ghost power is also consuming and repairing your body at a very fast speed."
"We little ghosts in Xuanmen are different from ghosts in other places. Every bit of our ghost power contains spirituality. When you completely absorb this power, you will no longer be able to see us or talk to us, but correspondingly, you will become much stronger than before." The old voice shook his head and sighed, "Thank goodness that the elders of Xuanmen don't know of our existence, otherwise we would really be their excellent training materials... a great tonic..."
The calm voice was silent for a moment, "No one can understand why a group of ghosts would rather sacrifice their existence time just to stay awake."
The young man's breathing was slightly choked, he raised his eyes and looked at the little ghosts in front of him with his extremely dark and cold eyes.
"I can understand."
The night wind carries a hint of coolness, which brings a refreshing feeling even in Xuanmen where the four seasons are like spring. The stars in the sky are like luxurious clothes woven by fairies, dotted with sparkling stars.
The ghosts looked at each other in silence, and the calm little ghost finally spoke.
"I think I can understand a little bit why she saved you."
Finally, the power in his body was completely absorbed, and the group of little ghosts who were looking at him with concerned eyes disappeared, and there was no sound in the night wind.
The boy took a deep breath, knowing they were still with him.
Thinking of this, he seemed to feel his heart getting warmer.
A "path" marked with bright red fruits quietly appeared on the ground. The boy felt that he could even imagine the scene of the group of little kids frantically arranging the fruits.
He followed and seemed to see a group of mountain elves flying around with fruits in their arms.
He didn't know how far he had walked along the red fruit road, so far that he almost felt that he had walked out of the mysterious gate, and a secluded path suddenly appeared before his eyes.
According to what the boy had read in books, at the end of such ancient and hidden paths, there were often unknown secrets...or treasures.
I don't know what is waiting for him.
The young man pushed aside the dense branches and leaves and walked forward on the path with difficulty. He didn't know how long he had walked before the view in front of him suddenly opened up.
An endless lake appeared before his eyes, almost perfectly matching his imagination of the sea.
The little ball devil was so anxious that he blew air into his ear.
"Wake up, don't be fooled by illusions."
But the boy couldn’t hear it talking now, he just looked at the “sea” in front of him with shining eyes.
The calm little ghost had no choice but to separate the ghost power in his body and try to wake the boy up.
The little ball was shocked, "Stop, stop! What are you doing!"
The calm kid gritted his teeth and said, "We have come this far, we can't let this guy stop here."
"Don't you want him to live?"
The little ball remained silent.
The calm little ghost suddenly increased the power of the ghost, "If I don't help him, he may never be able to get out of this illusion in his lifetime."
A cold feeling rose from the mind and instantly spread throughout the body.
The longing in the boy's eyes disappeared all of a sudden. He shook his head vigorously. There was no endless "sea" in front of him. There was clearly only a dilapidated cave.
He didn't know what the little ghost had done, but he felt that he was more conscious than before, even... full of strength.
The calm kid took a breath at the end of the trail and said, "We can't go any further. The rest of the way depends on him."
The old voice sighed with emotion, "After a great disaster comes a great blessing."
"I hope this young man will have a smooth journey in the future."
At that time, they didn't know that this boy with extremely cold and black eyes would become the King of Ghosts and the real...
The master of disaster.
