The Psychic Girl

From scorching sun to sunset, and from sunset to night, Ye Sheng sat outside the gate of Ye Mansion for a whole day.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky, his eyes flickering and shaking slowly, and he couldn't tell whether it was the night starlight or the tears in his eyes.

She held the whistle made of her feather scales, brought it to her lips and blew it gently. Again and again, the sound echoed in the silent air.

Ye Sheng kept repeating to himself.

[Hua Yao, I miss you... Come to me soon.]

I suddenly can’t find my home…】

There were gusts of cold wind in the woods outside Jinquan City.

In the hidden jungle, in an ordinary carriage, sitting in the carriage is an old man with silver hair wearing a gold crown inlaid with jewels. On both sides stood an adult man wearing a special black and white training uniform.

"Postmaster, based on the pathological findings, the two epidemics should have been caused by the same pathogen. As for the specific situation and the vaccine for treatment, we need to return to the guild for further testing."

The man on the right of the old man pointed at a blurry human body on the ground and asked for instructions.

"Postmaster, what should we do with this man? His body has been almost completely eaten, and it can be said that only his brain is left. Should we end his suffering immediately?"

[I can't die... My parents are still waiting for me! I haven't found my sister yet! I can't just die like this... I can't! ]

Looking at the still squirming torso in front of him, his previous face could no longer be seen, but his strong will made his vitality incredibly strong, which even surprised and even impressed the old man. After hesitating for a moment, he said this.

"Take this back first and use it as the first comparative study of the effect of the pathogen on living bodies. If he survives, it's his luck. If he doesn't, it's his fate...

Magic Clay Doll! Leave quickly! Don't let anyone find out that we are investigating this matter."

As he was talking, the ordinary carriage suddenly transformed into a flying blue bird. It lifted the carriage on its back and flew away, drawing a long trail in the night sky like a shooting star...

For many years thereafter, no one mentioned the Ye family again.

No one knew where Ye Zhan, the handsome young man who had been in charge of the Ye family pharmacy, had gone.

But someone once mentioned in a rumor that on the night when he led a group of monsters out of the city, a blue light streaked across the night sky like a flying bird...

Lingwu Continent is actually a very magical continent.

In fact, everyone has aura in their body. At the very least, they have a soul, which is the most basic aura of human beings.

The spiritual bone is equivalent to a built-in device that can store compressed spiritual energy. Some people are born with such a device, while others are not.

There are good and bad devices, some can carry a lot of spiritual energy, while others carry very little. According to the performance of the devices in compressing spiritual energy, they are divided into five levels: Tiandi, Xuanhuang, Xu. Tian is the highest and Xu is the lowest, which refers to people without spiritual bones.

People without spiritual bones cannot absorb spiritual energy from the outside world, nor can they use their own spiritual energy. All they have is their own soul. Therefore, people without spiritual bones cannot practice.

If a cultivator does not have a spiritual vein above the Xuan level, he will not be able to compete at all. Therefore, many people below the Xuan level choose to become warlocks, wizards or even alchemists.

Warlocks can use spiritual power with the help of the aura of other races.

The wizard chooses to make a contract with the evil spirit and offer sacrifices in exchange for help.

As for the alchemists, they completely rely on all the secret techniques and methods left by their ancestors since ancient times, simply relying on day after day of experience and lessons, with a photographic memory and extreme patience. There are no skills required, only extraordinary effort.

But the psychic is different from all of them.

A psychic does not practice Reiki, nor does he need to exchange anything with others or accumulate any experience; he only relies on talent.

As long as your talent is high enough and you have a better perception and sensitivity to the aura of all things in the world, the more aura there is in this world that is connected with your aura, the more aura you can use will be everywhere and endless.

This is what makes psychics so scary.

Because they connect the world of the living and the dead and can communicate with all spirits, psychics can see all metaphors of death in the world like prophets. In people's eyes, they are like gods, controlling life and death and watching the beginning and end of life.

But the psychic is not as simple as they think.

People only fear their terrifying ability to communicate with ghosts and gods, but they do not understand the heavy mission and responsibility that this talent forces them to bear.

Do everything possible to comfort all souls who have lost their right to live in this world, no matter what race or identity they were in their previous lives, what grudges they had in the past, or what relationships they cannot let go of.

Psychics protect the spirits in the spirit world so that they can let go of their obsessions and reincarnate smoothly. They are also responsible for saving the wandering spirits in the human world and dealing with evil creatures that escape from hell.

To balance the boundary between life and death, one must stand on the edge of life and death.

Their lives never belong to themselves. Psychics are just such a group of people. Sai Ya understands this deeply, but even so, she has to pull Xia Xi into such a road of no return.

Because, apart from her, Sai Ya could no longer turn to anyone else for help.

She needed to figure out what had caused all the psychics to completely disappear in both the human and spirit worlds overnight. If she hadn't let her spirit leave the living world while handling affairs in the spirit world, she might have disappeared completely too.

Knowing the truth of the matter was her greatest obsession before and after her death.

The existence of a psychic cannot disappear without knowing why, and this is also her dignity as a psychic.

【Xia Xi! You are my hope!

It is also the hope of all psychics!

Rather than dying and continuing to endure curses in reincarnation, it is better to give it a try and fight against fate!

I believe you would think so too!

Whether it's for us or for yourself, please become the strongest psychic. You have the ability! 】

……

"Sai Ya, how long do I have to keep doing this? Can I take a break? I'm so tired..."

Xia Xi sat quietly on the shore in front of the Sea of ​​Hell, closing her eyes tightly and feeling the flow and movement of the spiritual energy outside her body and her own spiritual body.

Acceptance, rejection, and constant interaction.

Sai Ya said that the Sea of ​​Hell is the best place to improve the sensitivity of a psychic. It is located between the spiritual world and hell, and there are countless floating auras of uncertain strength but without attack power, confused and ownerless. This can allow Xia Xi to better feel the contact and communication between the auras and himself.

Now Xia Xi still has a long way to go to become a qualified psychic...