Onmyo Ghost Hunter

"Zhongli! You are simply fooling around!"

The uncle's face turned red, he gritted his teeth angrily, squeezed his fists, and looked at his cousin angrily.

My cousin walked up to me, glanced at me who was at a loss, and said indifferently:

"I'm messing around? You are from the Zhong family, and I am also from the Zhong family. We all have yin bones and are born different from other people. Even if we don't become ghost hunters, they will come to us Yes, what do you want him to do then? Now that grandpa has gone, who can protect him?"

"The old man is gone, isn't there still me?"

The uncle tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and tried his best to speak calmly.

clap clap...

The cousin clapped his hands, the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, with a sneering smile, then pointed to his left eye, and said:

"Aren't you afraid of slipping your tongue when you say this? You will protect him? What about me, when I was a child, did you ever close your eyes for me? When my mother died, where did you go? Who can you protect? If You can really protect people, so how can my mother die?"

The uncle's face turned livid, his cheeks were bulging, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He angrily walked in front of Zhongli and waved his hand abruptly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded, and it hit my cousin directly on the face. The half of my cousin's glasses was blown away. When I saw his left eye, I felt a sudden chill all over my body.

My cousin’s left eye is very different from his right eye. It should be said that it is the color of the pupil. The eyeballs of ordinary people are black, but my cousin’s is indeed green, like an emerald gem. It seems that I have noticed my gaze. My cousin stared at me coldly. Looking at me, seeing my stunned look, he reached out to pick up the glasses on the ground and put them on, and then returned to his original appearance. At this moment, five finger prints appeared on his fair face on the left side.

After the uncle hit his cousin, he immediately regretted it, panting violently in his chest, and reached out his hand to touch his cheek after a while, and said in his mouth:

"I'm sorry, Zhongli, I didn't mean that, nor did I intend to hit you."

The cousin blocked his arm and said coldly:

"That's what you mean. It's the first time you hit me at such a big age. You must have hit me where it hurts."

The uncle sighed and said slowly:

"Actually, the old man and elder brother discussed with me about training you to be a ghost hunter. Originally, we chose Xiao Yuan because of his high talent, but because of Haotian's death, elder brother and sister-in-law suffered a blow. Willing to let Zhong Yuan get in touch with this matter again, the old man even spent several years of his life to seal Xiao Yuan's ability. Now that the old man is dead, Zhong Yuan's ability will slowly wake up. My son is gone, how can I have the heart to drag him onto this road? I plan to take him to the city, seal his abilities again, and let him live his life with peace of mind."

"Can he live this life with peace of mind? A member of the Zhong family is responsible for hunting ghosts. If he can't do it, he will suffer disaster. Are you letting him die early?! There are not many people in our Zhong family. Are you going to kill the Zhong family?" Completely cut off the incense?"

The cousin Zhongli's handwriting was sharp, as if a knife had been stabbed into the uncle's chest, and the uncle stood there dumbfounded, not making a sound.

"Zhong... Zhong Hao is really... really my brother?"

And when I heard my uncle say this, I couldn't help exclaiming, that little brat is really my brother?

Didn't grandpa say that ghosts are talking nonsense and deceiving others? Why has the situation become like this now?

"Xiao Yuan, do you remember?"

Uncle looked at me with some surprise.

I shook my head in a daze, and said:

"Last night, my mother lied to me. My cousin told me to leave there. I met him. He also said to help me block the evil force. I thought he lied to me. Could it be that he is really my brother? No memory at all?"

The uncle opened his eyes again, glared at his cousin sharply, and said:

"Okay, keep such an important matter from me!"

My cousin leaned over slightly, and stopped talking to my uncle, who was a little embarrassed, patted my shoulder and continued to ask:

"Haotian hasn't reincarnated yet, why is the old man so cruel? Did Haotian say it was that evil force?"

I recalled the situation back then. At that time, the little ghost head only said that there was evil power, but he didn't say it, so I could only shake my head.

"It doesn't matter, just ask the old man tonight."

My uncle let go of my shoulders, looked at Zhongli again, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but looking at Zhongli's face as cold as ice, he stopped thinking, turned around and walked towards the mourning hall.

My cousin stood silently, motionless, and I knew he had a lot of troubles. I had an idea, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from my pocket, and handed one to him.

"Cousin, smoke one."

I took out the match and looked at him with a smirk.

He glanced at me indifferently, then glanced at the eye in my hand with disgust, and said coldly:

"You learned to smoke at such a young age?"

I was speechless, and when I was feeling embarrassed, my cousin reached out to take the cigarette, lit it, and continued:

"Just tell me if you have anything to say. While I'm in a good mood right now, I'll tell you everything I know."

I smiled dryly. My cousin is really a sensible person. Knowing that I have something to ask him for advice, I sorted out my thoughts and asked:

"My uncle said just now that he wants to ask Grandpa in person tonight, but Grandpa is dead, is he asking in a dream?"

I think of the dream I had before, it should be my grandpa entrusting the dream to me, so I can remember it deeply.

My cousin shook his head, stared at me for a while, and said:

"No, it's a spirit call."