Obviously, the living person should not be able to touch the soul of the dead, but Deng Ming clearly felt that the other party's warm fingers were slowly walking around, drawing spells in a smooth and flowing manner, showing an indescribable carefreeness.
What surprised Deng Ming even more was that this spell gave him a strange feeling, as if a spiritual energy was slowly injected into his soul along with the strokes. His heart, which had been dead for who knows how many years, actually gave birth to a kind of... A feeling similar to "hope".
As the last spell fell, Deng Ming clearly felt that his injured soul had completely recovered. He looked at Ye Chuzhi in disbelief and stuttered a little when he spoke: "Master, Master, what are you... Did you heal my injury?"
"It wasn't a big deal originally." Ye Chuzhi waved his hand lightly, "So, are you ready for the next step?"
As he spoke, he twisted his fingers, and a white light spot appeared on his fingertips: "This is the mark of master and servant. If you plant it, you will have no freedom from now on. If you disobey me, as long as I With a single thought, you will become distraught... It's still too late for you to regret it now."
Deng Ming had originally agreed to serve Ye Chuzhi as his master. Especially after the other party healed the wounds on his soul, he felt extremely grateful.
At this time, he was only worried that Ye Chu would regret it when the matter came to pass. How could he be unwilling at all
So, facing Ye Chuzhi's inquiry, he nodded quickly and said: "I do! I am willing to serve you as my master and serve you from now on, without any second thoughts! If you violate this oath, I wish that your soul will fly away and disappear in the world from now on." between!"
Ye Chuzhi did not expect that Deng Ming would make such a heavy oath. He knew in his heart that the reason why the other party did this was not only the strength gap between the two parties, but also because he was grateful for the fact that he had just healed his injured soul.
Even ghosts can still be used as long as they have a grateful heart.
Thinking of this, Ye Chuzhi's eyes softened a lot when he looked at Deng Ming. With a flick of his index finger, the white light spot instantly disappeared into Deng Ming's eyebrows.
The moment the light spot entered the center of his eyebrows, Deng Ming was in a daze. But not long after, the daze turned into disbelief. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, and stammered: "This, this Not only a mark, but also... a formula? Master, is this... is...?"
"Yes." Ye Chuzhi nodded and said, "This is a formula I got by chance before. It is very suitable for ghost cultivation. Now that your soul is solidified, it will be easier to practice with half the effort. I don't know what you are waiting for. Man, I don’t know why you would rather breathe life and become a devil than stay in the world. I just hope that this mantra can give you a greater chance of realizing your wish."
When Ye Chuzhi's words reached his ears, great hope and ecstasy also swept through Deng Ming's heart.
He wanted to cry, shout, kneel in front of Ye Chuzhi, and tell his gratitude and determination that he was willing to die for him!
But in the end, he didn't do it.
He just looked straight into Ye Chuzhi's eyes and said word by word: "Yes, master!"
Ye Chuzhi didn't pay attention to Deng Ming's emotional changes. He said quite casually: "When I went out today, I encountered an accident. I can't remember many things clearly. You said before that you 'lived' with me here. You should know something about my situation for more than half a year, why don't you tell me what you know?"
"this… "
A look of embarrassment suddenly appeared on Deng Ming's face: "Master, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I really don't know what to say."
He was afraid that Ye Chuzhi would misunderstand, so he quickly explained: "I just like that your house does not see sunlight all day long, and there is often no one at home, so the Yang energy is not strong, so I come to stay during the day. At night Because you are here, I am afraid of being too close and causing damage to your body, so I rarely come over. Therefore, I really don’t know about your previous situation... "
"but… "
Seeing a look of disappointment flashing in Ye Chuzhi's eyes, Deng Ming hurriedly said: "But I know you seem to have the habit of keeping a diary. One time when I came over at night, I saw you writing a diary, and the diary was placed under the bed. In the box, if you want to know what happened before, it seems more helpful to look at your previous diary.”
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Chuzhi's expression. Seeing that the other party had no reaction, he tentatively said: "Master, do you want me to help you take out the diary?"
Ye Chuzhi hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said: "Forget it, there is no rush at this moment, I still have something to ask you."
"Excuse me, Master."
"How many years have you been a ghost?"
"I died of illness in 1991, almost twenty years ago."
Only twenty years...
Ye Chuzhi was a little disappointed in his heart, but still asked with a trace of luck: "Then have you heard about the battle between Xuanmen master Yun Jishan sixty-five years ago?"
Seeing the hope in Ye Chuzhi's eyes, Deng Ming couldn't bear it and could only shake his head silently.
"Xuanfu Sect?"
Shake his head again.
"Zen Yin Sect?"
Still shaking his head.
"Canghaimen?"
Still shaking his head.
Ye Chuzhi became a little anxious and called out many names in succession: "Xu Zifang? Cheng Yan? Zhao Bing? Chongyan?..."
As his names came out one after another, Deng Ming just shook his head like a rattle.
At the end of the shake, Ye Chuzhi himself was discouraged. He sat down on the stool and stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing him like this, Deng Ming was a little worried and couldn't help but ask: "Master, are the names of the Xuanjie sects and masters you just mentioned?"
"Yes." Mochi said softly.
"Master, I'm sorry." Deng Ming lowered his head guiltily, "I have only been dead for more than 20 years. Counting my death, I have only been in the world for more than 40 years. I really can't help you... "
"It doesn't matter. They rarely move around in the world. Besides, it's been so many years. It's normal for you not to know."
Mo Chi twitched the corners of his lips and gave his ghost servant a forced smile: "I am too anxious, so I asked you these questions. You don't need to take it to heart."
Moreover, sixty-five years have passed in the blink of an eye. Even if those people were lucky enough to survive that battle, I am afraid that not many of them can survive until now, right
Thinking of the battle that year, Ye Chuzhi couldn't help but fall into deep thought -