[Micro-horror/supernatural/suspense] Ruthless (fake) practitioner × wild ghost who chatters when he is nervous
Wen Meisheng
Wen Meisheng has been sick since she was a child. Every year there are rumors that she will not survive this winter, but according to the rumors, she has lived to her sixteenth year.
In the winter of the 16th year, before going to bed, she talked about going to the newly opened sweet shop on East Street the next morning. Her aunt and father agreed. But that night she accidentally woke up and found herself lying in a ruined temple.
It was at this time that Xu San picked her up.
"I didn't pick it up, you got it yourself." Xu San said.
Wen Meisheng didn't dare to go home by herself. For no other reason than she could see ghosts when she woke up. She never knew that there were so many ghosts in the world. There were ghosts in the mountains, ghosts in the alleys, ghosts at night and ghosts during the day.
So in Wen Meisheng's eyes, the world became like this: ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, she and Xu San, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts.
But one day she discovered that it was not Xu San who opened her eyes, but that she had already died the night she woke up.
Xu San
Xu San was picked up by his master.
When he was five years old, the Xu family was massacred overnight. His mother took him and fled overnight, hoping to join his brother who was an official outside. However, his mother died on the way. The driver and servants were afraid of causing trouble, so they robbed his mother of all the belongings he had brought in a hurry and threw him in the wilderness. He survived the catastrophe and was picked up by Zhao Xian who was passing by and used as a servant boy.
Xu San became a practicing sorcerer.
Sixteen years later, Zhao Xian suddenly disappeared. Xu San could not forget the old grudges and decided to go down the mountain to find out the truth about the tragedy that destroyed the Xu family.
When passing by the Wen family, he did a fortune-telling. It didn't matter. Wen Meisheng would die tonight. Not only that, but the other two members of the Wen family were also about to die.
In this way, one person and one ghost go on the road together, but this "ghost" doesn't know that he is dead, and is often scared to death by wandering ghosts. This ghost is not only timid, but also secretive.
Xu San really regretted not sealing her mouth and stuffing it into the Qiankun bag. Her words were too confidential.
Wen Meisheng thought it was not her fault at all, because her mouth would tremble when she was afraid, and she would say a lot of words with the trembling. She also felt that Xu San had a dull temper and could not hold back a word for a long time. She really didn't know how he had lived all these years.
"Are you a Taoist priest?"
"No."
"But you have the Five Emperors' Money, the Peach Wood Sword, and -"
"What's wrong with using it?" Zhao Xian said, it doesn't matter which way he goes, as long as it can be used.
Yes, Wen Meisheng nodded and asked, "Are you practicing to become a god?"
Xu San thought for a while: "Many practitioners in the world are unable to ascend, such as flowers, trees, beasts and birds. Practicing allows them to develop spiritual consciousness and then transform into monsters, not necessarily to become immortals."
Wen Meisheng thoughtfully said: "So, the flower is the flower demon, the bird is the harpy, and you are the human demon."
Xu San:......
Why did you pick up such a thing?
Note: 1. Similar to unit drama style, micro-group portraits, plot-oriented
2. Horror and grotesque genre, don't enter if you don't like it
Intention: Everything is fate, nothing can be controlled
