Chapter 6: The Blundering Ghost

  As a vengeful spirit, it's impossible to think calmly and rationally like a normal person. Before this, my attention was either on Liu Yiming or Song Yuci, I never thought of finding other ghosts to learn more things. Now that I've suffered a great loss, I thought of going to find Master, one of the three ghostly paths must have my master, even as a ghost, one should not be ashamed to ask, for example, that confused wandering soul in the hospital, who has existed for much longer than me, may know some things that I don't.

  The city is still a city in my eyes, but the way I locate myself has changed from when I was alive. There's no clear sense of direction or distance, and I use strong intuition to determine where my destination is. At this point, the hospital in my consciousness has become blurry, and I find that I can't find it anymore.

  This should be the junction of urban and rural areas, the buildings are densely packed but not too high, the lights are not too bright, and there are fewer pedestrians on the road. When I walked under an overpass, I found three ghostly figures that looked very fierce playing poker cards underneath - it's really strange, ghosts can also play cards?

  I curiously approached them, and indeed they were playing poker, which was the first time I saw a tool that ghosts could use, so I was particularly surprised. I didn't know where their poker cards came from, so I got closer to observe carefully.

  "Damn it, are you two colluding to cheat?" A bare-chested ghost suddenly roared and threw down the poker cards, jumping up. He was tall and thin, with a head of messy hair like weeds, a knife-like face, thick eyebrows, and thin lips, looking like someone who easily loses his temper.

  "If you can't afford to lose, don't play!" One of the ghosts was very young, looked like a migrant worker, with a strong physique and a fearless look on his face.

  "Xiaoqiang, you're just a fool, your brain is flooded, nothing you say today makes sense, willing to bet and admit defeat, give me the money!" The third ghost was a middle-aged man with a square head, a Chinese character face, and a strong chest exposed with a black eagle tattooed on it. His face had a very arrogant expression, like he was a gangster.

  The tall and thin guy was probably Xiao Qiang, who fearlessly faced the two ghosts, raised his eyebrows and glared at them: "I'll screw your mother! You want to fight? I'm not afraid of anyone! Come on if you dare!"

  Three ghosts burst into anger, emitting strong yin energy from their bodies. The yin energies collided with each other, causing the air to surge and whirlwinds to blow fiercely. Dust, plastic bags, paper scraps, and other objects on the ground nearby were blown up and swirled around in the wind.

  I secretly praised them in my heart, what a strong aura, these three must be top-notch ghosts!

  Three evil spirits quickly started fighting, their way of fighting was not much different from that of living people, using fists and feet without exception, but the speed was many times faster, with a loud whistle and light when attacking fiercely. Xiaochang was attacked on both sides, unable to withstand being hit repeatedly, and was gradually forced into the corner between the bridge and the ground.

  I didn't have a good impression of these three evil spirits, but with two against one it was somewhat unfair. Unconsciously, I stood on Xiao Qiang's side. Unfortunately, I was too weak and had no strength to bind a chicken, even the shocking dark wind could blow me away, so even if I wanted to help, I couldn't.

  Xiao Qiang's kung fu was no match for the evil spirits, and he was beaten badly. Just as he was being held down by two of them, a police car came speeding by with its sirens blaring. I quickly shouted: "The police are here!"

  Will ghosts be afraid of the police? This is really a bit absurd, after roaring I couldn't help but smile wryly. Unexpectedly, those two evil ghosts immediately dropped their pursuit of Xiao Qiang and ran away quickly, like a gust of wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye - perhaps when they were alive they feared the police, and even in death they still fear them?

  The police car whizzed by without stopping. Xiaoqiang cursed as he climbed up, his body unscathed but his aura noticeably weakened. I walked over to try and strike up a conversation with him, but unexpectedly he glared at me fiercely: "Damn it, so it's you this unlucky devil standing next to me, causing me to lose and get beaten, I'll kill you!"

  "No, no..." I shook my head repeatedly, but he didn't say a word and with his right hand grabbed my chest and with his left fist punched me in the stomach. I didn't feel any pain in my stomach, but rather felt like my whole body had been shattered, that feeling was absolutely more unbearable than being punched by someone while still alive.

  I don't even have the strength to struggle, and in my heart I'm thinking that this is it, I've died a meaningless death at the hands of this evil spirit before I could even achieve anything. Alas, who told me to go provoke such an evil spirit? From now on, if I see someone else killing such an evil spirit, I won't intervene again.

  He raised his fist at Xiaoqiang again, but didn't hit him. Instead, he let go of my right hand and said, "Haha, I see you're so weak that it's not worth hitting you. Scram!"

  I didn't expect to be able to save a ghost's life, I didn't dare stay for another half second, and immediately turned around and left. Suddenly, he called out to Xiao Qiang again: "Wait, come back!"

  I was startled and wondered if he wanted to hit me or kill me again. Although I was extremely unwilling, I had no choice but to stop and turn around.

  Xiao Qiang's expression was calm, looking me up and down: "Little handsome guy, thanks for your help just now."

  I'm stunned, is this guy really mentally ill? I helped him and he hit me, after hitting me he came to thank me, what kind of logic is this? Although I can sense that his gratitude is genuine, with a hint of remorse, but I really don't want to have anything to do with this ghost anymore. Hurriedly saying: "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, if there's nothing else, I'll leave."

  "Hey, slow down, you helped me and I should thank you. As a person, one must have a sense of justice, right? Haha, sorry about hitting you earlier, let me return the favor with a punch. My personality is a bit impulsive, my nickname is 'Impulsive Ghost', when I get anxious, I tend to lose control, but when I'm calm, I'm reasonable, don't be afraid."

  He spoke reasonably and I could sense his sincerity, so I secretly let out a sigh of relief: "Since you didn't mean to hit me, I don't have anything to be angry about. Goodbye."

  He turned to Xiaoqiang with some annoyance: "Where are you in such a hurry to go? Are you still afraid that I'll hit you? I said I won't hit you, and I meant it. I said I'd repay you, and I will. You're new here, right? If you have any difficulties, I'll help you sort them out!"

  Once I was certain that he was telling the truth, I suddenly felt energized: "I have an enemy who is very evil and I hate him to death, but I am powerless against him. Can you help me kill him? You are so strong, killing someone is just a trivial matter for you!"

  Shaking his head repeatedly at Xiao Qiang: "No, no, grievances have a starting point... how does that idiom go?"

  "Injustice has its mastermind and debt has its owner."

  "Yes, yes, the injustice has a head and the debt has an owner. Did he harm you to death? So it's okay for you to kill him, but I don't have any relation with him, so I can't kill him. If I touched him, someone would come to catch me. You look like an educated person, in terms of being a human, you are better than me, but when it comes to the logic of ghosts, I know more."

  This makes sense, and taking revenge through someone else's hands isn't as satisfying as killing the enemy with your own hands. I thought for a moment and asked him: "Is there any way to make me stronger, such as not being afraid of the light emitted from people's bodies, or being able to hold a real knife?"

  He furrowed his brow at Xiao Qiang: "You've become stronger, but you're not afraid of the light on people's bodies. It's not easy to pick up a knife, and I couldn't do it either. However, theoretically, it is possible. Have you seen any martial arts movies? Like qinggong, tiebu shan, or xiānglóngshíbāzhǎng? Theoretically, they can be practiced, but in reality, very few people can master them. Picking up a knife is just as difficult."

  "I resolutely said: 'As long as it's possible, I'll do it at all costs!'"

  Xiao Qiang could sense my determination, and smiled: "I didn't think you, a refined person, would be so determined. Alright, I'll teach you. First, you need to understand one principle: you're already dead, you don't have hands or feet anymore. You can't use your hands and feet to hit people, of course it won't hurt others. You need to use your mind to hit, do you know what that means? Forget everything else, concentrate all your spirit and strike out, wholeheartedly from the bottom of your heart, only then will it be effective."

  I suddenly realized, nodding repeatedly. Pointing fingers at Xiaoqiang, speaking with flying spittle, very proud to be a role model: "Whether your intention is strong or not depends on how much you hate your enemy. The more you hate him, the stronger your intention will be. Of course, just having an intention is not enough, you also need to use your intention to control the yin energy to make it even more powerful. For example, a master of martial arts must have true energy to be powerful, and yin energy is equivalent to our true energy. If your intention is very strong, your yin energy will also be strong, and hitting someone will naturally hurt them. Even if you really pick up a knife, it's possible."

  It's really that one sentence from a ghost is better than reading ten years of books. I suddenly felt enlightened and hastily asked, "How can I increase my yin energy?"

  He looked at me with a very silly expression: "Of course, find a place with heavy yin energy to absorb it. Nowadays schools teach what kind of students? All are bookworms. Fortunately, I didn't read any books, or I would have been fooled too!"

  I was overjoyed and didn't even notice his teasing. Xiaojun waved at me: "Bai, I'm leaving."

  "What should I do to find you in the future?"

  "When fate brings us together, we shall meet. When fate keeps us apart, let's not force it." With that, Xiaoliang threw down a very Jianghu phrase and quickly left, shouting at the top of his lungs: "The great river flows eastward, the stars in the sky are aligned with the Big Dipper, when it's time to leave, we'll leave..."

  Is this the origin of "ghosts wailing and gods howling"?

  Although I was inexplicably punched by this careless ghost, I understood a lot of truths and I'm still very happy. Before, I couldn't use my strength because I still retained the habits from when I was alive, using my hands to hit people, not using my mind but using force, whereas now it seems like I have hands and feet, in reality they don't exist, everything is just my consciousness at work, so doing anything requires using intention as motivation, using intention not force.

  I immediately started testing, concentrating my mind, and focusing on picking up an empty plastic bag with my hand, but my hand still passed through the plastic bag. I tried again, but still couldn't grab it, I didn't give up, trying again and again, and after who knows how many attempts, the plastic bag still didn't budge.

  What's going on? When I was alive, I never thought I was dumber than others. The people around me were either praising my good looks or my intelligence. How did I become so stupid after becoming a ghost? If I couldn't even move a plastic bag, how could I take revenge on Liu Yiming? Thinking of Liu Yiming, I suddenly felt a surge of anger and resentment, like a massive wave crashing against the sky. I took the plastic bag as Liu Yiming's head and punched it with one fist.

  With a "whoosh", the plastic bag flew up and floated gently in the air.