After the founding of the People's Republic of China, they were not allowed to become spirits. This is an express provision of the state. Not long after the founding of New China, feudal dross still existed in a certain corner of the country. In many places, people worship mountain gods, send gifts to river gods, and learn witchcraft and Taoism. People believe in Marxism and Leninism, but Shen Yumei knows that the world is so big, and there are always some magical species.
For example, this unknown object standing in front of him.
Shen Yu's calves trembled, and several kilograms of goosebumps broke out all over his body: "I want to, too, but I can't move. Brother."
Shen Yujun looked at the black mist surrounding her legs with disgust, and lightly opened her red lips: "Dirty."
Shen Yu: "Hehehe."
Shen Yu took a few steps back and leaned against the cold wall. Shen Yujun looked down at her and whispered, "You can see it."
Shen Yu waved her hands and said: "No, no, no, I can't see." She trembled and locked herself in the turtle shell.
Shen Yujun was very close to her, as if he was being hugged in his arms, and his breath was everywhere. Shen Yu did not dare to speak loudly, so she could only whisper: "Brother. You are too close to me."
Shen Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, tell me, what am I in your eyes?"
Shen Yu looked up at him. Endless luster and black shadows shrouded him. There were faint lines on his face, and the shadows dragged a long tail. He lowered his head and murmured in a low voice.
"You can really see it." Shen Yujun's face was very ugly, but his tone was very gentle.
"Well, it's a snake."
Later he was renamed Shen Yun and Feng Yujun.