Yang Lei sat on the big rock in a daze under the dazzling sunlight.
At this moment, his shirt had been torn to pieces because he had read out the name of Phantom Dance Shi Wucai in the morning. All that was left was a pair of pants.
Fortunately, it was autumn now. However, even if it was winter, it did not seem to have much of an impact because he was already a ghost.
Before Yang Lei's memories were awakened, even though Third Grandfather was a villager, his figure was not bad due to his years of hard work. Although he did not have abdominal muscles, at least he was strong.
After turning into a ghost, Yang Lei's figure became even more angular. His six-pack abs, rock-like pectorals, and biceps were also spectacular.
But Yang Lei didn't seem very happy.
How could he be happy? He wanted to die.
"In the end, even the ghost dance Shi Wucai can't kill me?”Yang Lei's lips curled into a strange expression. A bitter smile? Or a helpless smile? Or maybe a smug smirk?
The reason he was pleased was that he seemed to have escaped from the control of Phantom Dance and Shi Wucai.
The blood that belonged to Phantom Dance Shi Wuceng evaporated, along with the curse.
However, the strange thing was that he was still a ghost. It was just that he was no longer a blood relative of Ghost Dance Shi Wucai. Instead, he had become another branch that was not part of Ghost Dance Shi Wucai's branch.
He seemed to have become a Ghost King? If there was such a level, after all, he also belonged to the source of his branch, because he was the only one.
However, the difference between him and Shi Wucai was that Yang Lei's blood could not turn a person into a ghost. From the beginning, only Shi Wucai had this ability.
For other ghosts, even if the so-called Twelve Ghost Months wanted to do this, they would have to share the blood that belonged to Onishi Wukuang.
Doing so would weaken the ghost itself, so very few ghosts would do that.
Ever since Yang Lei broke free from Shi Wucai's control, there was no longer any of Shi Wucai's blood in his body. There was only his own blood.
Therefore, he could not turn others into ghosts.
Yang Lei sat until the sun set. He looked at the setting sun, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
The sun couldn't kill him, and neither could the ghost dance Shi Wucai.
"Do I really have to go to the Ghost Slayer Team and tell them that I'm here to borrow a knife to commit suicide? Isn't that a little too stupid?" Yang Lei knew about this world. He had also watched all the dramas in the first season. Naturally, he knew about the existence of the Ghost Slayer Team and their special knives that had the power to kill ghosts.
As long as his head was cut off, he would die, right?
" Oh, right. Maybe I can try to make a pot of wisteria flower tea and drink a cup of wisteria flower. It's just right for me to be on my way." Yang Lei suddenly remembered that wisteria flower was actually a fatal poison to ghosts.
Wisteria was a very beautiful and ornamental plant. Moreover, many places had the custom of eating wisteria, and it had medicinal value.
But to ghosts, wisteria flowers were fatal.
There were only a few fatal weaknesses of ghosts. The sun was the most fatal, followed by the source of ghosts, the ghost dance Shi Wucai. Because almost all ghosts came from his " infection," the ghost dance Shi Wucai had the power to kill ghosts.
Then, there was the Sun Blade made of special metal. Once it cut through the ghost's neck, it could also cause fatal damage.
Finally, there was the wisteria flower.
However, the threat of wisteria flowers was also the weakest. Ghosts naturally hated the smell of wisteria flowers. They would not approach them from dozens of meters away, let alone take the initiative to touch them. Therefore, if you did not want to be attacked by ghosts, planting a few wisteria trees at home was a good choice.
But now, since Yang Lei felt that it was a little stupid to ask the Ghost Slayer Team to lend him a knife to commit suicide, then the wisteria flower might be a good choice.
" Maybe a pot of tea is enough to let me go on my way in peace," Yang Lei thought. However, there were no wisteria flowers nearby. Otherwise, Phantom Dance Shi Wucai would not have suddenly come here.
Perhaps he was looking for something, which was why he appeared in such a remote place. Perhaps, he was looking for the successor of that pair of earrings.
However, that had nothing to do with Yang Lei. He only wanted to die now. Perhaps he could use this method to return to his original world. That was all.
" If I remember correctly, I've seen traces of wisteria flowers in a nearby town. Let's go there." Yang Lei had inherited all the memories of the Third Prince, so he knew the surrounding environment well.
However, before he left, Yang Lei turned around and looked behind him.
Even though a day had passed, the ground was still in a mess with traces of redness, and the broken arms of the villagers were still scattered around.
Yang Lei sighed. Although he had already recalled the past, he could not erase the memories of this world all at once.
Moreover, he had never been able to recall whether he had reincarnated into this world or if his soul had transmigrated. It was still uncertain.
Therefore, no matter what, he had memories of these villagers. Before he left, he should help to bury them.
"There might be wild beasts in the mountains. Wouldn't it be terrible if they ruined people even more miserably?”Yang Lei mumbled as he jumped down from the rock with a backflip.
Even though this body had not received harsh training since young, after becoming a ghost, its physical fitness was still not bad.
"You can use less than 1% of your previous strength, right?”Yang Lei clenched his fists and calculated.
This was not an exaggeration at all. Even the internal cultivation method of Bajiquan required years of accumulation to become stronger and stronger. Moreover, that was internal cultivation, and the power unleashed was incomparably powerful. It was not something that a little physical fitness could compare to.
Moreover, he had also gone through high-intensity physical training in the past, so he was much stronger than he was now in all aspects.
" It's already like this. Why should I care about this?" Yang Lei shook his head with a bitter smile. He was indeed a martial artist. He was born with an unyielding and competitive spirit. Even he had to compare himself.
Sighing, Yang Lei came to the corpses of the villagers.
Suddenly, Yang Lei frowned. The smell of blood in the air, which was so weak that it could be ignored, turned into a sweet and alluring smell in his senses.
It was as if the dried blood that had fallen into the soil was also like a large piece of honey. He wanted to lie on the ground and lick it impulsively. It didn't matter even if he put the soil into his mouth.
"Bang!"
Yang Lei punched his stomach. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of gastric acid.
He knew what was wrong with him. Moreover, this was something that he absolutely could not accept and would never admit.
After becoming a ghost, they would be involuntarily attracted to human flesh and would crave to eat. Humans were their prey and target, their food, and even the only food they would choose.
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