Essence [Original] Chapter 10 of "Soul Bearer"

Chapter 10 Hey! Ghost slaying! "Eternal contract? What is that?" Singer asked. "The incorporeal body of ghosts and gods will strengthen as the summoner's power increases. The eternal contract allows the incorporeal body to always guard you and provide you with the most powerful power at all times. But the incorporeal body cannot attack the enemy and cannot leave your body. It is like putting on a piece of armor that cannot be taken off. In contrast, you can only sign one eternal contract, which means that you can only choose one ghost and god to accompany you for life." Kazan explained in detail, "But this ghost and god will not be me." "Huh?" Singer felt very strange, "Why?" Kazan smiled, "First of all, I don't have the patience to protect you all my life. Secondly, my knowledge is not enough to answer all your questions. Finally, my incorporeal ability is not suitable for a permanent contract, it is too wasteful." Singer said with a black face: "Okay, okay, you have a lot to do. Forget it, just sign an ordinary contract. ... How to integrate this godhead into the world of consciousness?" "This is simple. Hold it in your hand and send it some ghost power. Then concentrate on imagining what it looks like in your mind." Singer did so and sent the power to the godhead: this was the second time Singer used the power of ghosts and gods. The strange thing is that when using the power of ghosts and gods, there is always an inexplicable sense of intimacy. There are no words to describe it. The godhead merged smoothly and appeared next to Singer, emitting a faint red light and illuminating the surrounding darkness. "Okay, this will be your conscious world from now on. You can enter through meditation. Once you become proficient, you can enter with a little concentration." Kazan said, turning into a red light and flying into the godhead. Then the godhead slowly grew in size, and soon turned into a tall man, with a mighty look in his blood-colored eyes. "You can leave here now," Kazan in human form said to Singer. "In reality, you have been sleeping for six years. It's time to wake up." "What?" Singer couldn't believe his ears, "You said I have been sleeping for six years?! What happened? How do you get out of here?" Kazan smiled faintly, "Calm down, young man. Feel it for yourself when you wake up. Feel the selfishness and coldness of this world..." He waved his hand as if saying goodbye. The invisible ground beneath his feet suddenly disappeared, and Singer fell rapidly. "Ah~~~~" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Ah!" Singer suddenly sat up from the bed. Looking back on what happened in the conscious world, I suddenly felt a little incredible. Is this a dream? Singer cocked his head. The long nails on the ghost's hands that almost pierced his head told him that this was not a dream. "Alas..." Singer sighed, looked around, and found that he was in a very comfortable but very private place. The room was very clean and tidy, there was a natural earthy smell in the air, and a ray of sunlight came in from the window and shone on the ground. Singer found that the room seemed to be built underground. The door to the room was a huge metal door covered with thick iron chains. It was as if the thing inside was a monster. Singer was about to curse, but he raised his ghost hand and realized the purpose of these chains. It is indeed to control the "monster" inside. Singer smiled bitterly and weakly put his arm on the iron door. He felt that his heart was as cold and hard as metal. "What? Regret it?" Kazan's strong voice suddenly sounded. Singer was startled and looked around but found no trace of Kazan. "Stop looking. I'm in your conscious world and communicate directly with your thoughts. So others can't hear what I say. Likewise, you can communicate with me directly without using words." "No." Singer almost fainted. "Then you can peek into my thoughts?" Kazan dismissed his idea with disdain. "I won't do that kind of thing. What? You can't stand it just after you return to reality?" Singer shook his head. "I won't. It's my decision. I will never regret it." "Okay. Ambitious." Kazan unexpectedly praised Singer."Then I'll teach you a move!" "You first find a weapon. A wooden stick, an iron rod or something." Singer saw an iron rod on the ground, picked it up and weighed it. "What are you doing? I'm a saint, not a swordsman." "Just do what I tell you! So much nonsense!" Kazan scolded seriously. "Then strike a pose." Singer shrugged helplessly, raised the iron bar and leaned on his shoulder. "Then concentrate the power of ghosts and gods on your hands." Singer concentrated his power unskillfully, and his arm began to glow faintly as it was filled with power. "Then release the power while swinging the sword!" Ha! Singer yelled and swung the chain hard. The black ghost power surged out and accumulated on the iron rod to form a huge sword blade. "Crack!" The chain snapped. "Wow! That's amazing!" Singer shouted in surprise. "How's it going? Isn't it awesome?" Kazan said proudly. "This move is called - Ghost Slash!"