Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 289

Jiang Chen meant to just make a joke.

Uncle Wei's reaction was unexpected. His serious expression didn't seem like he was joking at all. It was the first time Jiang Chen saw him so serious.

"But Xiaohai's grandfather is dead. Xiaohai doesn't have a grandfather anymore."

Xiaohai also responded seriously.

Jiang Chen squatted down, patted him on the shoulder and explained: "This old man wants to ask you if you want to inherit his legacy and carry on his will."

Xiaohai was stunned for a moment: "What will?"

"He is an old security guard who has been protecting the peace of a place all his life. Do you want to be a young security guard?" Jiang Chen asked again.

He realized that Xiaohai's way out might be right in front of him.

Uncle Wei still sat upright with a solemn expression. He nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, that's what I mean."

Xiaohai pondered seriously this time.

After a moment, he nodded heavily: "I want to!"

"Xiao Hai also wants to keep the area safe!"

Hearing this, Grandpa Wei laughed, his old face squeezed into a chrysanthemum, looking at Xiao Hai expectantly.

"Grandpa!"

"Hey!" He was very happy to hear this, and subconsciously took out the cigarette box, and when he saw Xiao Hai in front of him, he put it back in his pocket.

He was at a loss for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Eat! Yes, Grandpa still has a lot of food, let's go, I'll take you to have a good meal!"

After saying that, he walked back to the security room.

Jiang Chen and Xiao Hai followed.

After entering, I found that this small space was not messy, with a simple bamboo bed and a desk facing the window, with several ancient books on it.

But the strange thing is that the bamboo bed is sealed with wooden boards.

It doesn't look like a bed, but more like a coffin.

After Grandpa Wei came in, he ran to a cabinet in the corner and bent over to look for something. Finally, he took out a stack of yellow paper money, a few incense sticks, and a candle. They all looked very old and covered with dust.

But he treated them like treasures, patting them gently and blowing away the dust with his cheeks.

Then he took out an incense table and placed it on the desk.

"My dear grandson, come here!"

Grandpa Wei greeted him with a red face as if he was offering a treasure.

Xiao Hai held the sword, thought for a while, took off the mask, and walked over.

Grandpa Wei took out a lighter and was about to light a piece of paper money when a cold voice suddenly sounded at the door.

"Uncle Wei!"

Chu Hanyue appeared outside at some point.

Grandpa Wei didn't even raise his head: "Let's talk about it later. I'll have a meal with my dear grandson first."

"Uncle Wei, have you thought about it? These things... are your life!" Chu Hanyue's tone was filled with a trace of reluctance.

"Whether it's fate or not, it depends on the sky." Grandpa Wei waved his hand, lit the things in his hand directly, put the incense candles into the table, and the paper money burned on the ground.

Wisps of green smoke rose.

Instantly.

An astonishing Yin Qi spread out, which surprised Jiang Chen. Fortunately, the Yin Qi was confined within the scope of this house by some invisible force.

Grandpa Wei rubbed Xiao Hai's head: "My dear grandson, grandpa is full, you can eat by yourself."

After that, he and Jiang Chen went outside.

Inside the house, Xiao Hai's Qi began to rise steadily!

Jiang Chen also roughly saw something and couldn't help asking: "Old Wei, can he bear it?"

Grandpa Wei closed the door and looked very happy: "Don't worry, these things are specially prepared for ghosts like him!"

"Ghosts are close to humans. I have been waiting for more than 60 years. I thought I would never wait in this lifetime."

Jiang Chen was stunned: "Not really, Xiao Hai doesn't look like a human like this?"

Grandpa Wei blew his beard and glared: "You kid know nothing!"

"Things that are remembered for a long time will inevitably generate resentment. Once something becomes an obsession, it will be distorted and deformed, turning a person into a complete monster." At this time, Chu Hanyue rarely took the initiative to speak and explain.

"Once a person understands what resentment is, after he becomes a ghost, the end point of all his obsessions will turn into hatred!"

"If the person he wants to protect dies, he will resent the murderer and continue to harm others. People who starve to death will resent those who don't give them food. People who die in accidents will want to kill everyone they bump into..."

"That's why ghosts are ghosts."

"All sneaky ghosts are cruel."

"Only when you step into the ghost king level, strong willpower can suppress obsessions, or hide them deeper, reaching the point where ghosts are almost human."

"Another kind is people who don't know what resentment is."

"But this is difficult. Some babies who are aborted before they are born may still have resentment and haunt doctors or their mothers."

"It's hard to imagine that anyone will not have resentment in their hearts after death."

"What is this child's obsession?"

Finally, she asked her doubts.

Jiang Chen didn'tConcealed, told the story.

"His family was killed by his sister. He was pure-minded and could not feel resentment towards his sister. He just hated himself for not being able to protect his family. No wonder... No wonder..." Chu Hanyue showed a trace of realization on his face.

Uncle Wei shook his head with a slightly complicated look.

He did not ask more because he knew from the beginning that Xiaohai's experience must be hard and painful that ordinary people could not imagine.

"But Uncle Wei, if you use these things, you will..." Chu Hanyue frowned slightly, looking worried.

"Don't say more. Four days later, it may be the time for me to die. I am old, so what future do I have?"

"The future belongs to you young people!"

Uncle Wei spoke very freely.

Jiang Chen also echoed: "That's right! So, Old Wei, do you have any property certificates or something like that? Otherwise, while you still have a breath, come with me to change your name. It's fine to change it to mine or Xiaohai's. I'm not greedy for those two sets. The main thing is to keep a memory."

Grandpa Wei's carefree expression suddenly froze on his face, and he was so angry that his face turned red and his neck thick: "Get lost! You kid is more vicious than the capitalists. You want to peel off a layer of skin from an old man who is dying. You are really amazing!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand modestly: "Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

Soon after.

The green smoke in the house disappeared.

A strong yin energy emanated.

When the few people entered, they found that Xiaohai's clothes were covered with spots of blood.

The top ghost is close to half a bloody shirt.

"Oh my god, this strength improvement is faster than riding a rocket. Old Wei, what did you feed him? Do you have any left? Give me some too!" Jiang Chen was shocked. Xiao Hai had just stepped into the evil ghost level before, but he directly jumped several small stages and became a top-level evil ghost, which was more exaggerated than cheating. And he also understood that it was not the case that ghosts could improve their strength indefinitely just because they had a lot of Yin Qi. For example, he could only separate a small part of the Yin Qi he absorbed from the golden pupils before, which catalyzed the process of Xiao Hai becoming resentful, but could not continue to increase the Yin Qi and directly turn him into an evil ghost. Because no matter how much Yin Qi there is, it is useless if it cannot be absorbed. The incense, candles and paper money that Uncle Wei just lit were extremely magical, and they could improve the strength by such a large amount! Its preciousness was absolutely shocking!