Yin Yang Spirit Key

  "It's just finding Liu Sheng's ghost and understanding the truth through his mouth. So my intention is to go to the underworld to find his ghost and ask him clearly." Ming Yan laughed, raised her head and looked at me with those lively black eyes, reminding me: "Have you forgotten? Your current identity?"

  It was this meaning, and I nodded in understanding. Of course, I didn't forget, otherwise why wouldn't I stay at home on such a hot day to rest well, wandering around under the scorching sun? Shaking my head in confusion, I asked: "What does this have to do with what you said? I promised to help Yuan Xue, and I won't go back on my word."

  Ming Yan put the things in order and placed them aside, his gaze fell on the black and white wristband on my wrist, and he said with a hint of nostalgia: "It's been a long time since I've used it. Since the master disappeared decades ago, this thing has been kept by me all along. I didn't expect to have another chance to use it again."

  What happened to his master? Did he disappear? How did he disappear? I was very curious and couldn't help but ask.

  Ming Yan's eyes fell shut, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words, unsure of how to recount past events.

  Seeing him in a difficult situation, I felt that it should have nothing to do with me, so I didn't insist on anything. Instead, I waved my hand carelessly and looked at the beaded bracelet on my wrist: "Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore. Anyway, I won't become your master, nor will I go and grab onto dead things. Just tell me what connection this thing on my hand has to do with what you said!"

  Recently, we've all been investigating things and people. I've never really asked about the identity of this spirit medium I'm currently possessing, or how to bring out his proper role. This time, let's ask clearly, so that in case something like those two days ago happens again, where an evil ghost attaches itself to me, I'll also have a way to protect myself.

  "This thing in your hand is called Ling Key. To outsiders, it's just an inconspicuous ornament, but to those who travel between the worlds of yin and yang, it's a rare treasure. It can protect its master, and apart from that, it's literally a key, a key that opens the way between the two realms of yin and yang." He explained in great detail, fearing that if he didn't make himself clear, I wouldn't understand.

  But he didn't tell me how to open the yin and yang realms, because this thing only listens to the master's command, and the prerequisite for becoming a master is that one must be able to communicate with spirits. The Ling Key will resonate with its master's mind, and when needed, it will start automatically. This is something Ming Yan doesn't possess, which is also why Chang Yu insisted on recommending me as the ferryman of souls back then.

  He also said that there are not many humans who possess a spiritual body, but really can control the spirit key and become its master recognized by him.

  "So why do you think I can handle this thing? I don't have any strengths, at most a little bit of sympathy, greedy, narrow-minded, and..." I listed my shortcomings one by one with him.

  Ming Yan sat across from me, shaking his shoulders and laughing nonstop.

  I'm a bit angry, biting my lip and staring at him coldly, "What are you laughing at? In your eyes, I'm just a selfish person who only cares about profit, right? Shut up!"

  Although he apologized to me, I couldn't help but settle old scores when I thought about how I almost lost my life. Then, being unreasonable, I said with a twisted head: "See, I still like to dig up the past and be petty."

  Ming Yan's smile faded, and he stared at me with an unusual seriousness. His eyes had a hint of guilt and admiration. He stood up and walked towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders, and said to me in a very serious tone: "Xiao Yue, do you know? Very few people can say their own shortcomings in front of others like that, and even fewer can acknowledge themselves and face it calmly. Some people, even if they know their own inadequacies and darkness, still like to use pretenses to cover up their dark side. You're different, you live so genuinely, black is black and white is white, your sincerity is your greatest advantage, I think this is also why Chang Yu recommended you to me. Moreover, Ling Shi has been restless since you appeared, that's because he's excited that he can see the light of day again, at that time, he already acknowledged you."

  The truth is really nice to hear, but unfortunately, it sounds awkward when I listen to it. I'm not as great as he said, it's just that saying good things is straightforward and speaking badly is stupid. In a local dialect, it's called "er lang zi", tiger head.

  Can't stand his big truth, rolled her eyes and pushed him away, flipped out the envelope from her backpack, put the large amount into the envelope, and planned to put the small amount into her wallet for private embezzlement. However, before that, she still had to show off and say: "Alright, your high hat doesn't suit me, I know my own weight, let's just say it's two hundred and fifty taels. Now you've seen it too, I also received benefits from others, but the person who eats soft food has short hands. So you can continue to despise me."

  I'm not as noble as he said, everyone has their own secrets, and I'm no exception. There are many things that I don't want others to see through me too much, being understood too much, I will lose my sense of security, lose my protective color.

  She deliberately glanced at him, catching the hint of disdain in his eyes, but this time she didn't see it, instead he smiled with a playful look and shook his head helplessly.

  I found it strange and pretended to put the money in my pocket, stopping my actions. I didn't understand what his smile meant. Some people who were bored threw their cards on the table and said, "Let's not play anymore, it's boring!"

  "What you said is right, I'm a ghost, I've already forgotten the basic daily life of being human, I don't have the qualifications to blame you for anything you do."

  The check was picked up by him and placed in my hand with a smile, saying: "I'll accompany you tomorrow! The weather forecast says it's going to be cloudy tomorrow, so I can move around freely. Let me go with you to the welfare institution! Last time I misunderstood you, from now on no matter what you do, I will believe you and never doubt you."