Chapter 2 [The Way of the Hungry Ghost (Warrior)] (please vote for me)
Old man Yang looked at Yang He worriedly and noticed that the child was covered in sweat.
"Ahe, if you feel unwell, please go home first."
"Dad, it's okay. I'll accompany you to finish delivering the goods and then rest."
Yang He responded with a wry smile, forcing himself to ignore the long-tongued ghost passing by. The worldview he had established in two months had been completely shattered.
To his despair, he could not turn off his spiritual vision.
It means that you have to get used to living with countless ghosts. If you want to consume your spiritual vision, you can only rely on the newly obtained lotus.
Yang He knew that now was not the time to explore common things, so he put the lotus seeds into his arms.
"Ah He, give me the mule." Old man Yang confirmed that Yang He had no fever, and the child's repeated requests made him agree.
Yang He knew that he needed to go to the martial arts gym.
At least be sure.
What the hell is a warrior, otherwise it will be difficult to sleep and eat well.
"Okay, Dad."
"It just so happens that I can take you to meet Coach Jin, whom I know well."
Old man Yang took the initiative to lead the mule, and the two of them walked through the crowded streets and delivered the bundled vegetables to the corresponding restaurants and merchants.
After working for a long time, the two of them stopped in front of the martial arts gym.
The plaque clearly says [Black Water Hall].
There were bursts of shouts from the martial arts hall, and dozens of children were polishing their bodies in the courtyard, under the guidance of a shirtless middle-aged instructor.
When the instructor saw the father and son, he frowned slightly and showed impatience.
Old man Yang quickly pulled Yang He into an alley.
"Ahe, we rookies don't go through the main entrance of the martial arts school on weekdays. We must be careful in our words and deeds. It is taboo in the martial arts school to learn secretly, so as not to get into trouble."
"Got it."
Yang He was too far away from the warrior, and his spiritual vision did not notice anything strange for the time being.
On the surface, warriors don't seem to have ghost characteristics?
He thought secretly: "Is it possible that the constitution of this world is special, and warriors can digest ghost meat without being affected?"
If so, practicing martial arts may be a way to seek self-protection.
Boom, boom, boom.
Old man Yang knocked on the back door, and soon a waiter opened it.
When Shishu was moved into the martial arts hall, Old Yang was not in a hurry to leave and started chatting with the guys.
The ability of outsiders to get ahead in Peibai relies on being comprehensive in everything. Old Yang knows this very well and gets along well with the guys at the Blackwater Martial Arts School.
After a long time, the rightful owner that Old Man Yang was waiting for arrived.
The steps were from far to near, and a skinny old man walked out of the back room on crutches.
"Yang San."
“I’ve met Coach Jin.”
Yang He heard that Old Man Yang mentioned that the old man was the instructor Jin Song of Heishui Hall.
Jin Song is more than seventy years old. He was originally a warrior in the escort agency. He has retired from the world for many years. He occasionally tutors young children in Heishui Hall to earn some money.
Old man Yang was able to get the business of Heishuitang because of his acquaintance with Jin Song.
"Uh."
Yang He couldn't help being shocked when he saw Jin Song dying.
He knew that warriors' vitality and blood would inevitably decline as they grew older, but he didn't expect that Jin Song seemed to be seriously ill and was already staggering when he walked.
"Yang San, why are you later than usual? Are you in trouble?"
"Instructor Jin, isn't this the Liangshan tobacco sale that coincides with the early spring?"
Old man Yang stuffed the broken silver and tobacco to Jin Song. The latter nodded with satisfaction and then looked at Yang He.
"Your son?"
"The boy who just came from my hometown doesn't understand the rules, and he hasn't met Coach Jin yet."
“I’ve met Coach Jin.”
Old man Yang thought of Yang He's frail body and silently weighed the remaining money.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Coach Jin, please see if you can accept an extra disciple so that the child can practice martial arts with you and strengthen his body and bones."
Jin Song waved his hand and said: "It's difficult, why did you go there a few years ago?"
He touched Yang He's back and said, "It's good to strengthen your body, but it's too dangerous for beginners to be martial artists. What's important in practicing martial arts is boy's skills."
The two chatted without noticing Yang He's stiff expression.
The moment Jin Song came into contact with Yang He, his spiritual vision had already noticed something strange.
To be precise, it's the weirdness inside the other person's body.
Yang He rubbed his eyes and saw Jin Song leaning against the wall, probably at the position of the stomach, with a faint ghostly figure curled up inside.
The ghost figure has a stooped figure, its skin is as bony as dry tree bark, and its limbs are bent, imitating the motionlessness of an unborn baby. "Hungry, hungry..."
Yang He's scalp was numb, and he soon realized that warriors all had the same characteristics.
There is a hungry ghost hiding in the stomach.
Perhaps because of the hungry ghost's excessive demands, within a moment, Jin Song already looked tired, bid farewell to Old Man Yang and prepared to return to the back room.
Yang He didn't want to miss the opportunity to learn about the world here, and couldn't help but ask: "Instructor Jin, does martial arts require Turbot fish?"
Old man Yang winked and signaled that Yang and Meng Lang should not join forces.
"Hehe, you are quite clever." Jin Song patted Old Man Yang's shoulder nonchalantly.
He thought that Yang He would not give up, so he explained with a smile: "It varies from place to place. The martial arts in Jialiang Water Village is biased towards feminine water strength, so we started by taking Turbot fish meat."
Yang He opened his mouth slightly, and goosebumps appeared on his skin.
No wonder the hungry ghost was extremely excited before his death.
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Once the hungry ghost becomes a powerful medicine, it can be reborn in the warrior's body and can continuously obtain nutrients from the host.
Jin Song sighed: "Don't look at the decline of my energy and blood. When I was young, I was strong and strong. I could eat less than ten kilograms of cooked meat in one meal. Ha, outsiders regarded the warrior as a starving ghost and reincarnated."
Yang He was speechless, so ridiculous that he laughed dryly.
The decline of Qi and blood clearly meant that he could not satisfy the appetite of the hungry ghosts in his body. It was estimated that Jin Song would starve to death in a short time.
Jin Song reminded: "Don't try to take turbot by yourself. Without the assistance of internal strength, ordinary people will be exhausted."
Yang He could no longer look directly at the words "empty and unrepaired".
It is obvious that the bodies of ordinary people cannot accommodate hungry ghosts.
As Coach Jin talked about martial arts training, Yang He's eyes were filled with writing again.
【Way of the Hungry Ghost (Warrior)】
[Once mastered, the hungry ghost turns into a Dantian that contains Yin energy. During this period, all the appetites of the hungry ghost must be satisfied. When full, the hungry ghost replenishes the physical body; when hungry, the hungry ghost devours the qi and blood. 】
Yang He took a breath of cold air.
According to his knowledge, there are as many types of ghosts as there are ways for people to die.
The hungry ghosts alone have derived a weird and inexplicable practice system like martial arts. It is hard to imagine how deep the water in this world is.
"Ahem, cough, cough." Jin Song coughed violently, "What a joke, even though I survived the winter, my hands and feet no longer work."
Old man Yang said quickly: "We, father and son, will not disturb Coach Jin."
"Go slowly and don't see me off."
The two walked out of Heishui Hall.
Old Man Yang looked remorseful, "It's all my fault, Dad, for delaying your martial arts practice. I'll ask around for martial arts gyms elsewhere, and I can always get you started."
"Don't!"
"You can't force yourself to practice martial arts, running a vegetable business is the right thing to do."
Yang He still can't figure out the way of hungry ghosts, and his family is not rich enough to support the hungry ghosts in his body who want to eat without restraint.
When looking for the power to protect yourself, it is better to rely on the lotus seed.
Yang He subconsciously touched the lotus seeds, and the writing appeared in front of his eyes again.
[Vulgar things: lotus growing lotus]
[Related allusion: "Ghost Flower", whether to spend 1 point of spiritual vision to enter the allusion world]
"Vulgar objects must be related to ghosts. Does the world of allusions refer to the origin of a certain ghost?"
While thinking, the two came to the earthen house they rented in the west of the city. The nearby residents were all from out of town, so it was relatively deserted.
"Ahe, you take a rest for a while and I'll prepare some food."
"Dad, let me help you chop wood."
"Don't let the cold make you sweat profusely."
Old man Yang paused for a few breaths, but saw no response from Yang He, so he couldn't help but poke his head out.
It turned out that Yang He was staring at the eaves, so he didn't pay attention.
Yang He covered his chest to calm down. From a perspective invisible to ordinary people, there was thick liquid dripping from the eaves, exuding a fishy smell.
Just by smelling it, he knew the slime came from hungry ghosts.
And it was the hungry ghost born from the turbot fish at the morning market entrance!
"Is it a coincidence? Did the hungry ghost already notice that I was looking at it?!"
Yang He squeezed the lotus seeds tightly, no matter what, he had to explore the role of common things. If he was lucky, he would only die. Besides...
In the alley outside the earthen house, more than a dozen headless ghosts passed by.
The headless ghost was bloated and groping for its lost head with both hands. A shrill wail came from the dark blood vessels at the broken neck.
Besides, there are ghosts everywhere! ! !
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