Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

The woman cried intermittently.

Jiang Jiang hugged his shoulders in fear and sat on the small bench at the door.

The extraditioner took a look and slowly looked away.

Jiang Jiang couldn't stand it any longer, so he moved the chair away.

It's foggy outside and I can't see anything clearly.

The extraditioner waved his sleeves and the thick fog cleared.

Jiang Jiang rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

I was shocked by the scene before me.

A strong ancient town atmosphere hits you in the face.

Blue bricks and gray tiles.

There are only tea stalls on the road for people to rest.

The dull ghost carries a glowing lantern fruit in his hand and follows the guidance of the red spider lily to go further to be reborn.

Orange lanterns bounced on the road.

Click, click...

The system was not around, so it said it had to go out for something and threw Jiang Jiang in without caring about her.

The charcoal fire was burning brightly.

Jiang Jiang couldn't feel any warmth at all.

The counter behind him is neatly arranged.

Incense, candles, paper money, gold ingots...

Everything is available.

The most important thing is the stone on which the inscription is engraved.

They stand in front of the counter, allowing customers to choose their favorite colors, stones, and fonts.

The old man stayed in the dark room for the whole afternoon.

Carving an inscription consumes one's lifespan.

The old man spread the engraved inscription on the bookcase.

There are many inscriptions on the bookcase, like a bottomless pit, absorbing endless amounts of steles.

The ghosts floating in the sky can pay the old man when they are bored, and pick out a stele to read like a book.

The woman paid the old man a lot.

The old man put her memory into the stone tablet.

The woman no longer cried intermittently, she became a wandering soul without thoughts.

The extraditioner gave her a lantern that looked like a Chinese jackfruit.

It’s small, as small as a dragon fruit.

The woman carried a lantern.

A Lycoris radiata floated in from outside the door.

Bright red petals and green stems.

A ray of fluorescent light led the woman out of the shop and walked forward.

Going into deeper darkness.

The old man took the reward and went to the underworld to purchase the goods.

Before leaving, the old man gave Jiang Jiang some instructions.

"Su Hanya, don't open the door for anyone who comes, got it?"

Jiang Jiang gestured seriously, "I understand."

"Remember, don't open the door for anyone who comes, and don't speak. No, you are a mute and can't speak..." the old man reminded Jiang Jiang again.

Jiang Jiang does not have any memory of Su Handa, and the scattered information depends entirely on the subconscious of Su Handa engraved in his bones.

The system also did not give Jiang Jiang any information about the mission, as if Jiang Jiang had been abandoned in this world by the system.

Following the old man's instructions, Jiang Jiang nodded heavily to show that he understood.

Su Hanya had a diary filled with notes on his spiritual practice, and Jiang Jiang read it carefully.

The diary is filled with thoughts and insights.

The original owner had an extremely good talent, as if he was born to be a psychic.

Not long after the old man left, the talisman papers in the shop were blown everywhere.

The miserable and sharp scream penetrated into Jiang Jiang's head along with the sharp wind.

Everywhere.

Jiang Jiang moved a chair in front of the boiler, hugged his knees, and huddled up in fear.

Those ghosts turned into terrifying appearances and ran to Jiang Jiang to demonstrate, with a look of smugness on their faces.

Jiang Jiang was thinking, would killing these ghosts harm the original owner's good deeds?

They stuck out their tongues, and a ghost face with blood coming out of all seven orifices emerged from their messy long hair. From time to time, they would turn over their ribs and hit Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang hugged his head, shoulders, knees and legs...

He shrank back into the corner in panic.

She was really scared.

Even if ghosts hit you, you won't feel any pain.