Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 85: Ghostwriter, Go Home
"Ghost, ghost!"

The peddler's voice was trembling, and he didn't shout loudly. In his panic, he didn't know who he was asking, "What should we do? What should we do?"

The peddler suddenly turned around, pulled out his carrying pole, and stared at the headless corpse nervously.

"do not move!"

Chu Tianshu's voice overlapped with another voice.

The man leaning against the wall stood up, his eyelids lifted for a moment and then drooped again.

But Chu Tianshu could see clearly that the irises of this man's eyes were almost invisible.

Apart from the white of the eye, there is the pupil.

This made his eyes look scary, as if there were two holes pierced in the whites of his eyeballs.

But there were no obvious injuries on his eyes. Judging from the tiny blue veins that were habitually tense at the corners of his eyes, he must have been blinded by illness.

"Don't move."

The man used the knife in his hand as a blind stick, touched the ground lightly twice, and took clear steps, and reached the door.

"This person just wants to go home. Don't interrupt his last wish."

Although the peddler dared to pick up the shoulder pole, his eyes were clearly filled with fear, and his voice was husky: "Go home? Back to the underworld?"

The blind man didn't open his eyes, but just turned his face towards the peddler.

"What kind of family you have is what kind of family he has. There must be someone waiting for him at home, otherwise he wouldn't have such an obsession."

Chu Tianshu took the silver needle from his finger and asked curiously, "Brother, do you know what's going on with this headless man?"

The blind man said in a cold voice: "Didn't you see that just now?"

"I just told Brother Peddler not to act rashly."

Chu Tianshu said in a gentle voice, "I really don't understand what's going on with this headless man."

In Chu Tianshu's psychic vision, there was not much evil aura about this headless man.

There was a fluctuation of yin energy on the knife.

To a psychic, it looks like there is a bright blue line along the spine of the knife, running from the handle to the tip.

But this blue line is constantly emitting tiny blue spots of light and is in the process of collapse and destruction.

If this is a ghost attached to the knife, then this ghost is extremely weak.

Instead of choosing to sleep to protect himself, he actually forcibly controlled a newly dead body.

This is very unreasonable.

"He should be a swordsman, right? A swordsman licks blood on the tip of his blade, but he can't live like this forever, so he has to fight for fame."

"Once I'm famous enough, I can quit the swordsman business and become a master or an instructor. I can live a more stable life for the rest of my life and provide a better life for my family."

"But, if you want to gain fame, you have to challenge more dangerous things or people."

The blind man's tone was still cold, but the fact that he wanted the corpse to return home safely showed that his heart was not as hard as it seemed.

"This is the capital of Nanzhao. Swordsmen duel and the pursuit of fame and fortune are everywhere. While it may not be comparable to Chang'an and Luoyang, it's better than many military governors' capitals."

"The man outside was obviously beheaded in a duel between swordsmen. His last thought before death was about home, and his sword spirit will send him home."

Soul Calibur? !

Chu Tianshu's expression changed, and the sword began to take on a spirituality that could be called a sword spirit.

But that should be a very rare thing. Why did this blind man talk about it so calmly, as if it were commonplace?
"The sword soul you're talking about is the soul born from the sword?"

Chu Tianshu didn't quite believe it. "Or is it a wandering soul trapped in the knife?"

The blind man knitted his thick eyebrows and said, "Wandering spirits are extremely rare. Even if someone really encounters one, if they are trapped in a weapon, it is considered a sorcery. If caught by the government, their tendons will be cut and they will be thrown into a cesspool."

"The sword soul is naturally the soul born from the sword. Among those who can learn the blood-refined weapon method, there are always one or two out of ten people who can cultivate souls in weapons."

Wait, isn't that the other way around?
Chu Tianshu just found it unbelievable.

How could it be that wandering souls are rarer than sword souls?

There can be one or two sword spirits out of ten, the probability is simply ridiculously high.

Is the practice method you have here so magical?

Chu Tianshu glanced at the corpse outside.

But, it feels very weak. "Are you a doctor?"

The blind man was also a little suspicious. "Since the Han and Jin Dynasties, Taoism and medicine have been connected. Since you studied medicine, you should have learned Taoism, or at least heard a few words about it. How come you know nothing about sword spirits?"

The headless corpse had already passed by the earthen temple.

As expected, he had no reaction to the few living people in the earthen temple and just walked forward on his own.

Chu Tianshu stared at the headless man and said, "Every profession has its own specializations. My school really doesn't know much about sword spirits."

"But I can see that the power in his sword is dissipating. If he encounters something else along the way that hinders him a little, can he still hold on until he gets home?"

The blind man also turned his face towards the headless corpse, remained silent for two breaths, and strode out the door.

Chu Tianshu smiled and bowed to the three peddlers, saying, "Take care, and see you later."

He turned around and walked out the door, picking up the banana leaf he had left behind.

The three peddlers looked at each other.

"The beheaded swordsman returned home carrying his own head."

The old peddler sighed, "I've heard this story several times before. It turns out it's actually true."

The peddler whispered, "Isn't this even scarier? Once his family opens the door, they'll see his body and head."

The old peddler choked, glared at him, and said, "How can a dead man think so much?"

The peddler also said, "If you're worried about your family, why not stop engaging in that swordsman duel and do something else?"

The old peddler said nothing this time.

How can a living person have so many choices?

If you enter a business when you are young, it will not be easy to regret it later.

The old peddler said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. When the rain stops, let's go sell our goods. There has been peace in recent years, and people in the city have extra money. I'm sure there will be many people buying things."

"We have to work harder in the next few years and save more money."

Chu Tianshu had already caught up with the blind man. After thinking for a while, he pulled a banana leaf from the side of the road and raised his hand to cover the blind man's head.

The blind man stretched out his hand and grabbed the leaf stalk before the leaf hit his head.

He sensed what it was and muttered, "Thanks."

"Are you going to give him a ride? We just met by chance, and you're so kind."

Chu Tianshu said, "But you have a knife in your hand, and there's someone over there who was killed by the knife. If he falls, and you stand by, I'm afraid it will be a bit troublesome, right?"

The blind man simply said, "I'm a registered ghostwriter in the government, there won't be any misunderstanding."

A ghostwriter makes money by accepting government rewards and chasing down various criminals and thieves.

Such a person naturally has to have a certain credibility with the government.

The blind man walks silently and slowly.

Because the headless man walking about seven feet in front of him couldn't walk very fast either.

"You said that with great force. You must be quite famous among the ghostwriters."

Chu Tianshu smiled and said, "My name is Chu Tianshu. What's your name, bro?"

The blind man said, "Just call me blind."

Chu Tianshu walked leisurely and said softly, "This is not a good name."

The blind man said, “But it is a fact.”

Chu Tianshu thought this person was very interesting, and said, "He must have a surname."

"It is difficult to achieve great success."

The blind man was a little impatient. "Aren't you following here for that guy too? Then just keep staring at him and don't keep talking to me."

Chu Tianshu said: "I'm just on my way to the Royal City, and I'm more interested in the Sword Soul."

Blind Cheng slowed down his pace, turned his head and asked, "Could it be that you want his knife?"

"The sword spirit and the sword master are one. If the sword spirit is destroyed, the sword master will be seriously injured. If the sword master dies, the sword spirit will not live long."

"Even if the weapon is well preserved, it will only be an empty shell."

(End of this chapter)