I kill ghosts and gods with martial arts

Chapter 2 Life
'This is my golden finger? '

Wu Mourning, who is deeply influenced by a certain orphanage culture, calls the information he receives from his senses a system. No matter what it is, the system sounds fluent, with a simple and unpretentious beauty of strength.

The appearance of the system reassured Wu Mourn a lot.

The figure in black in my memory looks like an unclean and dirty thing. Apart from various martial arts halls and the Zhuxia army, there is no clearer and more useful symbol of force in my memory.Compared with physical exorcism, Wu Mourn feels that it is more reliable for individuals to use magic to defeat magic, and the system is his magic.

Interested in studying the system in the senses.

After concentrating on it, the cold and chilly feeling in his body weakened by a few points.

This system is as simple and unpretentious as the name given by Wu Mourning. The assumptions held by Xi Jinping should be what he has learned and owned, but he does not know what kind of learned and owned things must be satisfied to appear in the system.

Cultivation is cultivation, not being popular made Wu Mourn ponder but he didn't jump to conclusions.

The robbery is a bit interesting.

From the point of view of sensory contact, the species of calamity can be added to the things you have learned and held, which can not only improve but also complement, and can also be deduced. It is easy to understand that it is an enhanced version.Since there is only 1 point of robbery seed (ash), Wu Mourn did not say what experiment to do rashly.

Good news, this system can add points!
Bad news, this system can add points.

Wu Mourn stared at this point of robbery seed (gray), and already had a vague understanding in his heart, where did this point of robbery seed come from, most likely it was obtained from the black-clothed figure.

This is almost directly telling Wu Mourn that if you want to add something, you will inevitably have to deal with dirty things.

And judging from the cold and terrifying experience that went deep into the bone marrow in the nightmare, the dirty things are fierce, at least much fiercer than the aggressive gangsters who collected protection fees in the streets of the town in Wu Mourning's memory. Vigorous gang members, if they get red-eyed in fights, they really dare to use white knives in and red knives out.

Zhuxia's law and order is indeed difficult to describe.

In this era when there is no surveillance, criminal investigation technology is underdeveloped, and government servants receive temple salaries, there are still many headless cases.The law and order in the Puhai area is already quite good, like the territory called Australia by Xiyi in Lizhou, it really has the random taste of life, freedom and death.

Wu Mourn couldn't help feeling a little terrified.

If there are really dirty things, it is no wonder that the working attitude of the yamen servants is as flexible and changeable as December Day. After all, no matter how much money you have, you have to live to spend it.

'This system only appeared after I awakened Su Hui.For the past ten years, there has been no trace of it.It seems that it has something to do with the spiritual soul...'

Just as Wu Mourn was thinking, a figure pushed the door open and entered.

"Xinzhuo, are you feeling better?"

Wu Mourn's mother, Lan Cunzhen, came in with a water basin. She has been married to her father Wu Cheng for more than twenty years. If Lingluo quarreled and had conflicts, it was often because of her mother's education.

When it was the father's turn to act, it was time to enforce the family law.

Strict father and mother.

The current situation of most families in Zhu Xia, Wu Mour's family is no exception.

"Blessed by the Bodhisattva, the fever is gone, but the spirit is still not very good."

Putting down the water basin, Mother Lan raised her hand to touch Wu Mourn's forehead, and by the way pushed back her son who wanted to get up.The son is the mother's heart and soul. Two days ago, Wu Miao burned and talked nonsense. Lan Cunzhen stayed up all night to take care of him. Whenever he had time, he would chant scriptures and pray to Buddha to pray for Wu Miao to recover quickly.

The mother with dark blue eyes showed a reassuring smile.

"Mom, I'm almost fine, I just have a cough."

Wu Mourn, who had just recovered from a serious illness, coughed as soon as he opened his mouth. The burning pain in his throat and the faint chill in his body conflicted with each other, making his body sore and difficult to exert strength.

At this moment, Wu Mourn's face is pale, his lips are almost bloodless, and the young man who used to be bookish and full of vigor after a few days seems to be in limbo, this disease really tortured him a lot.But the eyes are very bright, with a silent and solemn meaning of not admitting defeat, which makes Wu Mourn look no matter how bad his complexion is, he will not look like a weak and sick child.

"Doctor Lin told me that you have a fever because you have been hit by the cold wind. When you are almost in good health, go for a walk outside and bask in the sun to get rid of the evil wind and cold in your body."

"Well, I want to bask in the sun too."

Without being reminded by others, Wu Mour also instinctively wanted to bask in the sun, and he had to solve the problem of his body getting cold, at least not drag it on forever.

Basking in the sun and soaking in a hot bath are all feasible.

"Mom will cook some pear syrup for you to moisten your throat, stop talking, and don't cough up your throat."

"Mom, you should rest."

"Rest after cooking the pears..." Lan Cunzhen was interrupted by a voice from the living room before she could finish her unconvincing words.

"Mom, I'm hungry!"

"Lingluo, don't shout so loudly, it will make your brother rest."

"I'm hungry. Dad is back, so we can serve dinner." Wu Lingluo pouted aggrievedly, poking her childish head out from the door of the room.

When meeting Wu Mourn's eyes, he blinked mischievously, this small gesture made Wu Mourn smile.This naughty girl must have eaten it secretly, and there is still oil stains on her mouth, I don't know how to wipe it off.

The two brothers and sisters are fighting at home, but they have a hobby of uniting the front.

Steal.

Before the meal is served, they will take care of each other and enter the kitchen. They usually steal some shredded pork or side dishes. It's okay if their mother finds out, but if their father catches them, they will inevitably be beaten.Teenagers are growing up, so it's normal to be greedy.

The mother and younger sister quickly left the bedroom, giving Wu Mourn a quiet and comfortable resting space.

From liveliness to quietness, listening to the voices and smoke from the neighbors outside the window, and the warmth of the midday sun shining into the bedroom, Wu Mourn couldn't help getting up slowly, and walked to the window.The sun fell on his body, and his spirit immediately improved a lot, and he stared at the scenery outside.

The scenery outside the window is familiar, but also a little strange.

There are children playing and playing, some college students are inviting their friends to travel, some farmers are enjoying the cool and smoking, some women are whispering in the streets and alleys, there are also vehicles honking, shopkeepers shouting, and old men chatting and drinking in teahouses. Tea game.

All this is telling Wu Mourn that this is the life of Zhuxia in a very ordinary town.

He looked out of the bright window and subconsciously put his hands on the wall.

Immediately, an extraordinarily icy coldness came from the wall, and the furious Wu Miao quickly withdrew his hand.

In the nightmare, the figure in black standing against the wall touched the bedroom wall with its hands.

The sight moved back into the room, and the momentary change of sight made the inside look a little gloomy.

Wu Mourn looked at the empty cold wall and thought to himself.

'This is also a part of Zhu Xia's life. '

(End of this chapter)