Chapter 4 Arrival! The number one ghost: Kazan of Soul Sword!
Why are you so sneaky and pretending to be a hero!
===Singer
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"Tick tock..."
A drop of tear streaked across the young man's face, fell into the boundless darkness, and broke.
"So, this is my memory..." In the darkness, Singer muttered to himself as he remembered everything.
The tall figure appeared in front of him again, smiling at him, "Singer!"
"Dad..." Singer squeezed out the tears from his eyes, buried his head in his arms, and cried without any moisture in his body.
"Why should I regain my memory?" he thought. "Instead of torturing yourself here, it is better to be a fool who knows nothing and live here for the rest of your life..."
"Instead of crying cowardly here, it is better to cheer up and find a way to leave here." A majestic voice sounded. "Cheer up and take back what belongs to you." Singer was startled and looked around. There was nothing but darkness.
"Who are you! What do you want to do?" Singer shouted into the darkness, "What kind of hero is he who is hiding and sneaking around!!"
There was still silence and emptiness all around, which made people sincerely scared.
Singer ignored it and sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to absorb some elements in the air to restore his physical strength.
"Huh?" Singer was surprised to find that there was nothing in the air. Or maybe there is no air at all in this strange place.
"Don't waste your efforts. This is your conscious world. There is no time, no space. All life activities will be suspended." The voice sounded faintly again.
"..." Singer had enough, stood up and shouted, "Have you had enough! Come out! Come out! Come out!"
"Okay, okay, I'll come out. Stop shouting, it's so rude."
The source of the voice slowly came out of the darkness, it was a red shadow.
"Ah! I've seen you! You..." Singer was surprised to find that this was the phantom that had inspired his desire to kill and entered his body.
But this time, Singh had no desire to kill. Even after the shouting just now, all his negative emotions were vented and he felt much better.
"Yes, it's me." The phantom shook and said, "You are really lucky. You took over my body without any preparation, and you are still alive."
"Alive?" Singer smiled bitterly, "As I am now, staying in this ghost place Fang, it's better to die. "
"No. I can let you out, but only if you can summon my body."
"Then what are you?" Singer wanted to know if this red light is not its body, what else can it be.
The shadow shook his head. "It is my spiritual body that is talking to you now. Stretch out your hand." Singer instinctively wanted to stretch out his left hand, but when he saw the cursed blood red, he sighed, retracted his hand, and stretched out his right hand. "Not this one. The other one." Xuying grabbed his left arm, and the place where he grabbed it felt warm and comfortable. "Come. Close your eyes. Feel the flow of ghosts and gods in your body..." Xuying said softly. "Concentrate the power on the ghost hand. Release it through the runes..." Singer closed his eyes. It was as if he could see the black-purple power surging within his body slowly calming down. Converging towards the left arm. The runes felt the power and shone with a faint golden light. Suddenly, a strange feeling spread throughout my body. The shadow shouted excitedly: "Yes! That's it! Shout with me..." His words were interrupted, and Singer stood up, raised his ghost hand, and shouted in an extremely majestic voice: "Come out! The number one ghost: Kazan of the Soul of the Blade!"
【Original】Chapter 4 of "Soul Bearer"
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