[Original] Chapter 11 of "Soul Bearer"

Chapter 11 I'm not...a demon "Ghost Slayer? Not bad. A very handsome name." Singer was very happy to get a new martial art. "Teach me more when you have time..." "Hush! Someone is coming!" Kazan's urgent voice interrupted him. "Be careful to avoid!" Upon hearing this, Singh immediately became vigilant, picked up the iron rod and hid behind the door. "Thump...thump...thump..." The sound of footsteps came from far to near. Singer waited nervously behind the door, holding the iron rod in his hand tighter and tighter. "Strange." Kazan's voice sounded in his head again. "This person doesn't seem to have any ill intentions. And..." Before he could finish his words, someone had already arrived. When a head of chestnut hair met Singer's eyes, his secretive heart finally relaxed. "Sister Xin Yan!" Singer shouted to the woman. "Ah!" Xin Yan was startled and turned around to find a familiar face smiling at her. "Singh?! Why are you... awake?" Xin Yan looked much more mature, clearly an adult. "Did I really sleep for six years?!" Singer wanted to say something, but Xin Yan looked around in panic. As if she had found something, Xin Yan's face showed a little surprise. She turned an inconspicuous brick on the wall, and a brick in the corner moved away, revealing a dark hole. "Hurry, hurry in." Xin Yan urged eagerly, "You woke up just in time... There is no time to explain. No matter what happens later, don't expose yourself." Xing nodded confusedly and got into the secret passage. The passage was long but not large, and Singer had to hunch over to move around. There are torches all around and it's not very dark. The whole passage was filled with an unpleasant stench. "It's disgusting." Singer stopped and did not move forward. "Why don't we go back and eavesdrop on the current situation. Is Sister Xinyan okay?" So Singer returned to the starting point of the passage, put his ear close to the wall, and listened. There was faint conversation above, and the surroundings were very quiet, so even though the voice was very small, Singer could hear the conversation clearly. First it was Xin Yan's voice. She whispered in a daze, "Sir..." Then there was the voice of a middle-aged man, which was faintly warbling, giving people the impression of a disgusting pretty boy. He said, "Xin Yan, what's wrong with you? Where's that devil?" When he heard the word devil, an unknown fire burned in Xing's heart. Xin Yan replied respectfully: "Sir, Singh woke up, knocked me unconscious and ran away." "Tsk tsk..." the man sighed, "I really don't know what you are thinking. The previous great priest Xin Zheng is dead! I am the new great priest! That boy Singer was incapable of inheriting the position, and now he has become a devil! Why do you keep him? You just listened to me and killed him! Now, the devil has escaped. Who knows how he will corrupt the world." Every time the man said "devil", he added fuel to the flames of Singer's anger. The sarcasm and disdain in his tone became the flame's best blower. "This kind of devil is the scourge of the world." The man spat out another sentence contemptuously, completely detonating the limit of Singer's patience. Singh walked out of the passage quietly, and the high priest did not notice him because his back was turned to him. "Do you...dare you say it again?" Singer said coldly. The high priest turned around and saw Singer. "Oh? The devil actually came to the door by himself?" The high priest ignored Singer's anger and repeated his words that deserved a beating: "I said, demons like you are the scum of the world!" After repeating, he actually said to Singer proudly, "I said it again, do you hear me clearly? Demon." Demon. . . . . . . demon. . . . . . demon. . . . . "Damn it!" Singer roared to the sky, the desire to kill occupied his soul. "I'm going to kill you!" Singer raised his ghost hand with red eyes. "Destruction of Ghosts and Gods: Kazan of Soul Sword!"