"Ghost means returning. It is said that people are born in nothingness and return to nothingness, so they are called ghosts."
□□ Died, but the soul did not disperse. When he returned to the world, he became a ghost.
Everyone will die, but not everyone can have an immortal soul. Only those with strong and unresolved obsessions before death can retain a touch of sanity and stay in the ghost world. This is one in a million. Even if the soul has existed, it is difficult to return to the human world. One day in the human world is one year in the ghost world. Only those with extremely strong will can succeed in cultivation and become ghosts. This is one in millions.
Where there are ghosts, there is ghost hunting, but no one can tell whether this ghost hunting is justice or a transaction.
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The first time Jiang Wumiao saw Shanting was at his mother's funeral. Shan Ting asked her: "Will you live with me in the future?"
She was six years old and Shan Ting was eighteen years old.
The last time Jiang Wumiao saw Shanting was on the edge of a dark cliff. She pushed her down the abyss with a smile on her face.
She was twenty-two years old that year and Shan Ting was thirty-four.
The best self-made entrepreneur in City B died young in an "accident". Others were sighing, but Jiang Wumiao, who was spoiled by Shan Ting, did not shed a single tear.
Everyone was talking about it, but no one knew the whole story.
After all, in the past two years, Jiang Wumiao showed his love to Shanting in a high-profile manner and actively pursued Shanting.
Jiang Wumiao turned a deaf ear and lost the company he inherited to others. But he was not targeted by the director, but was targeted by the ghost catching department.
The person in charge of the Special Affairs Office used both soft and hard tactics: "Ms. Jiang, you are very talented. Join us and you will know all the truth."
Everyone marveled at how far she was at such a young age, and how she managed to escape from the evil ghost's lair every time.
But no one knows how hard Jiang Wumiao cried every night when Shan Ting, who was already a ghost, was pressed on the bed.
"Miaomiao, why are you crying now? If you use more, won't your skill level increase a little bit?"
Intention: Good and evil will eventually be rewarded