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Chapter 393 I Have a Pair of Yin-Yang Eyes (1)

The aroma of food filled his nostrils. Ji Yuan sat up dazedly and swayed to sit next to Mo Ci.

His hands had already opened the package very consciously, and he only became a little more sober after taking a mouthful of food.

Turning to look at Mo Ci, he asked, "Has my uncle come back yet?"

"I don't know. I haven't heard about Master's return."

Mo Ci responded, but at the same time he was sighing in his heart that these ghosts that could create ghost realms were a great tonic for him.

This trip to the ghost realm allowed his strength to increase to another level.

At least, he could easily deal with Ji Yuan in front of him.

As for Mao Fangchi, he still can't compare to him. After all, he has been practicing for decades, but how long has he been practicing?

Even if he had that glass bead-like treasure to help him quickly improve his strength, it would still take time, right?

Last night, he rushed back to the B&B just before Ji Yuan arrived.

He was disguising himself when Ji Yuan knocked on the door, so he created a perfect time difference and Ji Yuan did not suspect him.

At this time, Ji Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Mo Ci's reply, and he ate his rice in big mouthfuls. While eating, he uttered a sentence in a hurry.

"Xu Sheng, you are a very nice person."

Mo Ci:?

"Next time something like this happens, I definitely won't listen to your bad advice. Sigh, this ghost realm is just too strange."

As he spoke, Ji Yuan took a few more mouthfuls of rice, swallowed them, and then spoke again.

"Eh? The ghostland of the mass grave seemed to be easily broken through last time. I think you walked through the ghostland back then? How did you survive?"

"Tell me about it? You're so lucky! Not only did you survive the ghost realm, but you were also chosen by my uncle as his disciple. That's great."

"Hey, what did you encounter in that ghostland? Tell me about it, let me hear it, maybe I can analyze it for you..."

Ji Yuan is a person who talks a lot once he opens his mouth. He doesn't give people a chance to interrupt and has to wait until he finishes speaking.

Fortunately, Mo Ci had no intention of interrupting and was just considering whether to say something.

After all, he was now a little curious about what happened in the ghost area of the mass grave.

I don’t feel like I experienced any danger, I just read a few stories.

As for feelings, I don't have any.

After all, it's just a story. As a spectator, what profound feelings can he have?

After thinking about it carefully, Mo Ci simply started telling those stories, and looked at Ji Yuan's expression every time he told one.

But after looking at it, Mo Ci felt that Ji Yuan's expression was not worth exploring.

Because his expression was too exaggerated.

It was so exaggerated that Mo Ci felt that if he acted, he might get more feelings from it.

After finishing these stories, Mo Ci said.

"Then I felt my head sink and when I woke up again, I was in the hospital."

The exaggerated expression on Ji Yuan's face had subsided a bit, but the envy in his eyes remained.

He looked at Mo Ci and clicked his tongue several times.

"I was right when I said you were lucky. You even encountered that kind of ghost area."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You've been studying with my uncle for almost a month, right?"

Mo Ci nodded and smiled knowingly.

"Then you must know that the ghosts that can form ghost domains are not all extremely vicious and evil beings. Some of them are caused by accumulated resentment."

"Of course, this doesn't mean it's safe. Too much resentment can affect a person's mind, and in the end, nothing good will come of it."

"What I want to say is that the ghostland you encountered is the ghostland that will hurt people in every possible way."

"Although that kind of people are also formed by countless grievances, their underlying nature is good."

"Also, I heard from my uncle that the bones on the top layer of the mass grave are from modern times, our heroes of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, so..."

"Ah, you have such luck. You will be lucky in everything you do. You will be envied and envied by others."

"Tsk, why isn't this luck mine?"

As he spoke, he sighed. Mo Ci listened and fell silent.

Is there no danger in that ghostland? No, it is.

Otherwise, how could Xu Sheng die in there?

Although he died of starvation, it was ultimately due to the speed of time flow in that ghost realm.

Besides, there was nothing to eat there, so it would be strange if he could survive.

Even during the time Mo Ci was in there, the ghost sometimes scared him, but he was not afraid.

But if it happens suddenly, how can Xu Sheng not be afraid?

In short, only Mo Ci knew the danger of that place.

After all, he would not honestly tell anyone about this special situation, so it was normal for Ji Yuan to misunderstand it.

"Eat quickly, or the food will get cold."

Seeing that Ji Yuan was still chattering away, Mo Ci reminded him.

While packing his things, he knew that he had a day off this afternoon and could go home.

Ji Yuan nodded and started eating again. When he realized that Mo Ci was packing up, he spoke again.

"What are you doing collecting things?"

"I have a day off this afternoon, so I'm going home."

You can leave school after the afternoon classes, because tomorrow is a whole day of rest.

It is impossible for Mo Ci to not go back. Xu Sheng's parents are still fine.

It’s just that at their age, their thinking is old-fashioned, but their love for children is deep.

"Go home? Then I'll go with you. Uncle said that since he's not here, I have to follow you to protect you."

These words made Mo Ci glance at him. Given the current strength of the two, it was hard to say who would protect whom.

Of course, Mo Ci did not intend to reveal his current strength. He would show his strength of the first level of Xuan Guang to others. It would be interesting to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger.

Mo Ci would not object to Mao Fangchi's order. After all, it would just be one more mouth to feed, and he believed that Xu Sheng's parents would not object.

"Ah."

This afternoon, Ji Yuan followed Mo Ci to the classroom for the first time. This school is actually not an ordinary school.

After all, Mao Fangchi is a ghost hunter and also the honorary principal of this school.

It is conceivable that the students here must have something special about them.

Before this, Mo Ci hadn't felt much difference, but today when Ji Yuan came along, Mo Ci realized the problem.

Throughout the school, when Mo Ci and Ji Yuan were walking on the street, people they knew and didn't know would stop and greet Ji Yuan when they passed by them. What they shouted was.

"Senior Brother Jiyuan."

Another group of people shouted these four words. Ji Yuan nodded before they left. Mo Ci then expressed his confusion.

"Jiyuan, Senior Brother?"

"Huh? Don't you know?"

Ji Yuan seemed to have just remembered something, and immediately put his arm on Mo Ci's shoulder. When he saw Mo Ci shaking his head in confusion, he continued.

"I'm an outstanding student in this school. Even though I'm about the same age as you, I'm a genius who skipped grades."

"Hahaha, I know you admire me, so please stop saying those empty words. I love to hear them, but I'd be embarrassed to hear them."

"You may not know much about our school. We only have this one academy for young disciples in our lineage of ghost hunters."

"Also, ghost hunters are tested on their knowledge every six months. You probably didn't know that, did you?"

Mo Ci shook his head, and Ji Yuan's smile deepened. "Hey, call me Brother Ji Yuan, and I'll tell you."

"Senior Brother Jiyuan."

It's just a name, Mo Ci called out politely, and then he saw Ji Yuan's face was broken with laughter, and it took a while before he continued.