Onmyo Ghost Hunter

"Agreed?!"

I was slightly startled in my heart, and looked at the little devil with some surprise.

"Well, it's actually just a contract."

The little devil hit his mouth with his head,

Making an agreement with a ghost is no joke, because this is no longer an ordinary contract between people, and the degree of horror is far beyond what people can imagine.

Grandpa told me that if you really see some dirty things and give them to me, or trade with me, tell me not to agree.

Of course, many people will misunderstand that ordinary people do not have the ability to sign contracts with these ghosts. Being smarter, he will also use people's inner weaknesses to make some kind of contract with them. Of course, this kind of contract is actually very unfair.

The other is that people with special abilities sign a contract with ghosts. This kind of contract is also difficult to balance, but both parties have the ability to restrict it, so it can last.

However, even the second type has a big flaw, that is, if one party dies, this kind of contract will no longer exist.

Now grandpa is dead, which means that the balance is broken, that is to say, the water ghost will come out again!

"Little ghost, it's not a matter of the contract now. Grandpa is dead, and the balance of the contract has been lost. You were also a ghost hunter. You should know the consequences."

I looked at the little devil calmly, used my own reason to sort out the clues, and persuaded him with reason.

The little ghost glanced at me, put his hands on his shoulders, and said slowly:

"You can't call me a little ghost. Although my current image stays at the time of death, my heart is always growing old. I have watched you grow up to such a big age."

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

I looked at the little ghost head dumbfounded.

"Just call me brother like you used to."

The little ghost smiled, then stared at me with a serious expression, very stubborn.

His whole body was wet, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and he looked very pitiful. This scene reminded me of how he struggled out of the water.

"Is it so difficult for you to scream? Is this the result of my life for my life?"

The little ghost suddenly turned around and walked towards his grave step by step.

"elder brother!"

I gritted my teeth and called out.

He shook slightly, turned around, grinned at me and said:

"Very well, when I was a child, I often gave you something to eat, and you often called me that."

"Now is not the time to talk about this. How did you take me back from the water ghost?"

After thinking about it, I asked.

"Life for life, at the price of my life. At that time, I had just awakened my ability and was still very weak, so I could only pay such a big price."

The little ghost smiled wryly and said in a low voice.

"Do you still have the ability to be a ghost hunter?"

I asked curiously.

"No, because I'm cursed."

The little ghost head sat on the grave again, his eyes were a little hollow, and his voice was a little strange.

"Curse? What curse? Is there a curse that works on ghosts? Or are you being targeted by other ghost hunters?"

I was slightly taken aback, it was the first time I heard about the curse, and it still happened to my own brother.

"That's not true, my ability to hunt ghosts has disappeared, and the curse, the curse is because I was killed by the water ghost, so I can get this curse, unless I kill the water ghost with my own hands, the curse can be lifted, otherwise , I can only do this for the rest of my life, now my ability is too weak, I have no ability to kill him at all, if I kill him, I will be able to restore my ability as a ghost hunter, now I have lost the ability to be a ghost hunter I am not much better than ordinary innocent souls."

The little ghost said truthfully, and then he took a deep breath at the unburned incense candles.

"Ghost hunters will be cursed after being killed by ghosts? But apart from being weak, I haven't found anything different about you. Moreover, after a person dies, his soul will always remain in the state of his death. You Don't tell me anything else."

I looked at the little devil's head and continued to ask.

The little devil nodded, with a look of horror on his face, staring at me, said:

"Of course it's more than that. If there's only this point, how can it be called a curse? The most basic point is that the cursed ghost hunters will die every once in a while and experience the pain of death, and... ...Oops, it's about to start again!"

After the little ghost head finished speaking, his face changed drastically, but his body uncontrollably turned into a little boy in school uniform. He looked at me with a very painful expression, and said loudly:

"I don't want you to see me dead again, so hurry up!"

Originally, I planned to walk, but my feet were nailed here uncontrollably.

Because, because I want to see the power of this curse for myself, and see his suffering, I want to help him break this curse!

His body flew into mid-air, and suddenly sank down. His feet were restrained by a force of the five elements, and he pulled them down desperately. The little ghost's hair was already floating. He held his breath, The hands kept moving, as if trying to break free, and some weird scenes appeared.

A pale palm suddenly appeared on his foot, this palm firmly grasped his ankle, and the little devil's mouth was slightly opened, some air bubbles escaped from his mouth.