Okay, here it is. It's ghost talk time.

  Midnight, heavy rain, lightning and thunder, a weather and moment so bad that no one dares to just go out, but the best time for me to work.

    "Let go, let me go. I have unfinished business, please ......"

    The long-haired woman prostrated herself at my feet and pleaded pitifully, and I said coldly

    "Sorry, it's just my job."

    The words fell, "bang" a shot, a bullet deep into the woman's brain, the woman screamed, turned into green smoke floating in the air, from the soles of the feet to pull out three chains to the ground.

    This lock is the Earth Binding Lock, which all ghosts have. This thing is troublesome, it will get longer with time, if you don't deal with it in time, the chain will drain your essence, and finally make your soul fall apart, and you can't even be a wild ghost after death. While the strong ghost's is thick and hard to break, the small ghost's is thin and easy to break. This chain is bright red and thick, indicating that this ghost is very dangerous, but fortunately I got used to it a long time ago.

    "Hey, are you going to get too far ahead of yourself?"

    I looked coldly at the lone female ghost, pulling another silver-blue gun from my belt and aiming it at her.

    Unlike the "Blood Devil" that was used to force out the prototype of ghosts and monsters, this "Blue Devil", although its lethality is relatively weaker, does not need my blood or bullets to be able to touch (that is, to touch the spirit, normal people can not touch the spirit objects).

    "Bang, bang, bang!" After a total of 7 shots I heard a crisp shattering sound. Seeing the chain break, the female ghost panicked and tried to escape, I pulled out the prisoner ghost bottle in my belt pouch again and operated my spiritual power to suck her away.

    "If you had been a good boy you would have been allowed to cast off a long time ago, and now I'll have to give you a ride."

    Putting three drops of blood into the prisoner ghost bottle, the bottle containing the female ghost began to tremble violently.

    The vase is what I use to bind ghosts and monsters that are strong and difficult to subdue, and with the addition of my blood, it's twice as effective. The bottle was like a sauna, and my blood was like molten lava, hot enough to sear away all their grudges. Stalemate for a long time, finally the female ghost yielded, open the bottle cap, see the original green smoke changed to white, I put on the vestments, chose a piece of open space, drew a spell formation, began to overtake the rituals.

    Speaking of which, in the last year or two, I've been rough in my ghost hunting. Grandpa also blamed me for being too impersonal, and told me that being violent would easily lead me astray.

    But I know why I'm like this.

    I have been living a very unsatisfactory life since I was born until now. I have been alone, leaving one city after another, drifting about as if I were a rootless duckling. And all this is just because I stepped on an unlucky moment to be born. --There may be many people on this earth who were born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but there are no people who have the same eight characters as me in this world.

    The rain got heavier and heavier, and sitting on the muddy ground, mindlessly chanting the mantra for the afterlife that I have been learning since I was a child, my heart was empty. I actually believed that some ghosts might actually have grievances, and if I showed a little kindness, I might really be able to unearth a shocking truth. But years of unhappy life have made me lose my compassion. Even I hate this world.

    Absently turning the Buddha beads in my hand, I watched as the white spirit dispersed into the dark clouds, and I knew the mission was accomplished.

    Stomping away on the wet pavement, I scratched my soaked hair sleepily, feeling annoyed. Looking up into the depths of the clouds, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the dark clouds that crisscrossed between heavy rains, and as I stared and stared, I felt my spirit body drifting away. But I can't die. I'll wake up tomorrow and continue like this.

    Sitting in the car, the doors were cold, the windows were cold, and even colder was my body. I leaned helplessly against the car window, looking at the road ahead, and fell into a memory.

    I saw a stray dog on the side of the road last week, and I was so tickled that I picked it up and raised it. Forty-eight days, thought it was fine, but forty-nine days, never go out of the dog or inexplicably died on the side of the road. Until a roadside ghost told me, my family Dull is dribbling the dinner to find me to eat together before being hit.

    Come on, this frustrated dog, whose dog eats rats? At least bring back a bone to make soup. No wonder he got run over. He was born in the wrong womb.

    Heavy rain, and muddy mountain roads, the car drove into the mountains in the mist, a surge of tears, in front of me, I can not see anything, but I still maniacally stepped on the gas pedal, that car soared old fast, the car drifted up as a whole. Drifting and drifting, my pain seems to be all thrown out, but not careful, the wheels finally can not bite the ground, but also flipped over, suspended in the air. Then my head exploded and my whole face came into close contact with the steering wheel.

    I touched my face and it was hot, sticky and bloody.

    Gee, that's a bad bump.

    But so what if I'm disfigured, my life has nothing to do with my face anymore anyway.

    Everything sucked, thankfully the car didn't seem to be on fire and the roof wasn't lifted off, and based on the fact that I was a little tired from just getting rid of the demons and didn't want to deal with a bunch of broken brass (my wrecked car) right away, I slumped over the steering wheel and fell asleep.

    Snapping, snapping, snapping, that's the sound of rain. But it was the sound of the rain that put me at ease. There was no place to hide from the rain, so it was better to stand in the rain, and maybe that's why I wasn't afraid of this lonely world. Perhaps because of this, I was not nervous, and the sleep made me feel better. I also had a dream, I dreamt that Dale ran towards me with a mouse in his mouth, Gong said that I didn't violate the Lone Star, and the townspeople welcomed me back along the street, and I left my Demon Remover Gun behind, tears in my eyes, and ran towards a bright and happy future.

    Is there really an end to days like this? Or is it already over?

    Instead of thinking of impossible answers, I just stubbornly forced myself to believe in the dream. And about too much joy, I actually feel less cold. Even the surroundings were no longer dim, but covered with orange light, and the sound of rain was much less.

    It's been a long time since I've felt this comfortable. It was as if I were at home. I can still hear the familiar radio in my old home lilting with old songs as beautiful as the singer's body, babbling, gentle and lingering, more comfortable than holding a thermos in my hand on a snowy day.

    I'm really dead, aren't I?

    But it would be nice to have it all for a final send-off.

    I smiled a little at the thought. Off to the side, a human voice rang out.

    "How are you doing, miss?"

    ......

    ...... who?