The uncle scratched his head, frowned and said:

"Where should I start from? Lulu, where should I start from?"

At this time, Guan Lu was holding a white towel in her hand and constantly wiping her hands after washing dishes. She sat next to the uncle and said softly:

"Uncle, just tell me from the psychic. You can tell Jialong what you said to me back then."

The uncle's small eyes hidden behind the round-frame glasses emitted a lively light. He nodded, cleared his throat, and said solemnly:

"Young man, have you heard of psychics?"

The uncle squinted his eyes and looked very mysterious.

Of course, Jialong knows a little about the word "spiritual". This is a word that is often associated with supernatural ghosts. When you enter the word "spiritual" on the search page, many creepy pictures and texts will appear.

The moment the uncle said the word "spiritual", Jialong's chest seemed to be filled with lead, and his breathing was not smooth. Because he vaguely felt his destiny.

Jialong nodded dullly, his eyes shaking on the uncle and Guan Lu in a panic.

"First of all, children, psychics really exist in the world. This originated from a curse in ancient times. People with psychic powers are used to be called psychics."

The uncle pushed the glasses that had fallen to his nose and said:

"Your classmate Li Dong is a psychic. I see your wound. He should have the ability to convert air into a sharp blade."

At this point when the uncle said this, Jialong's crazy appearance when Li Dong attacked him appeared in his mind. Jialong couldn't help but have a cold war.

If someone had told Jialong about something like gods and ghosts before, he would definitely not take it to heart, but what happened in recent days forced Jialong to believe what the uncle said in front of him, and Jialong was sure that this uncle must know the cause of all the bizarre events that happened in the past.

The uncle and Guan Lu looked at Jialong's lordless look and stopped talking.

Guan Lu raised her legs, leaned her chin, looked at Jialong's eyes and said in a low voice:

"It's okay, don't feel too much psychological pressure. Many things are not as unbearable as you think."

Jialong slowly raised his head and looked at Guan Lu's concerned eyes.

On the one hand, Jialong really wanted to figure out the whole story of these things. On the other hand, Jialong didn't want to appear so cowardly in front of Guan Lu. He nodded and said:

"Uncle, you continue."

The uncle got up with a smile, gently patted Jialong's head with his wide palm, and turned around and went into the room.

Jialong turned around and watched the uncle enter the room for a while, and walked out of the room with a book wrapped in kraft paper.

The uncle put the book on the coffee table in front of Jialong, and Guan Lu and Jialong came over.

This is an old book made of thick hemp ropes. The dark brown kraft paper leather has been covered with cracks due to the long time.

The uncle carefully walked away from the rope wrapped around the surface of the book, opened the book, and carefully looked it through.

"Oh, that's it!"

The uncle put the old book on Jialong's legs and pointed to one of the pages and said.

Jialong narrowed his eyes and saw rows of ants-like words on the damp yellow paper. Jialong had never seen these words, but he felt the ancientness of this words in his darkness.

"Is this? Uncle, do you want me to see it? I don't know..."

Before Jialong finished speaking, the uncle interrupted:

"Young man, look carefully and you will understand."

"Uncle, can you not always pretend to be mysterious?"

Guan Lu said with her arms around her, covering her mouth.

Jialong looked at the uncle hesitantly, and the uncle pointed at the book with his index finger and signaled Jialong to continue reading.

Jialong carefully picked up the book, as if the book was a melting ice cream. He took a deep breath, and what he sucked into his nose was the deep musty smell of paper.

Jialong frowned and read carefully. Something unexpected happened to him. He was able to read the meaning of the words proficiently.

He stared at the ant text scribbling in the fountain pen, and described the story in a regular way:

Before the era of human civilization, there were two wizards. These two wizards were brothers, the elder brother was Kaiyin and the younger brother was Fuga. They had boundless magic power, immortality, and could control all things. They were also the first generation rulers of human beings as far as I know, and this rule was in the entire human race, because no one could compete with their magic power.

"Uncle, this?"

"Look, young man, this is what I recorded when I was young. Let's talk about it after reading this."

Jialong nodded and continued to read:

At the beginning, under the leadership of these two brothers, human beings continued to make progress and life continued to develop.

However, later, the conflict between the two brothers continued to intensify, and the source of this contradiction was that the two people had different concepts of domination.

Kaiyin believes that rule should use human desires to allow human beings to have their own thinking and decide on development based on desires;

Furga believed that humans should not have their own thinking. He practiced the domination of implanted ideas. He forced his ideas to be implanted into the human brain with his magic power, making everyone become his puppets.

Brother Kaiyin strongly opposed his younger brother's idea, and he believed that things that violate the laws of nature would be condemned by God."

Jialong swallowed, his fingers trembled involuntarily. The ant's words exuded that mysterious power made him uneasy, but he had to continue reading.

The contradiction became more and more serious as time passed, and Fuga gradually felt that the only person who could prevent him from ruling all living things was his own brother.

Fuga, who was blinded by power, had a murderous intention to kill his brother. One night, Fuga used a sharp knife full of murderous aura to cut off Kaiyin's head while Kaiyin was sleeping.

However, Furga, who killed his closest relative, did not do what he wanted. Kaiyin's death left an extremely powerful resentment in the world. Thousands of years later, this resentment merged with the heaven and earth and turned into an eternal curse.

This curse broke the soul of Furga and never reborn. His soul was divided, and his thinking still existed in the fragments of the soul. Therefore, Furga was in pain for millions of years, and his soul drifted in many corners of the world.

The uncle picked up the teacup on the side, blew the heat coming out of the teacup, took a sip of hot water carefully, and said:

"Now, Furga's only thought is to attach his soul to different humans and manipulate humans to help him find a way to break this curse. The person who was given the soul by him is a psychic. The psychic has magic power. Each person has different abilities according to his innate conditions. You can understand the words in this book because you are possessed by the soul. This kind of words that seem to be ant are used to calling them spiritual texts, which were created by the two brothers Kaiyin."

The uncle paused for a moment and then said:

"But the psychics have no self-awareness and obey Frog's thoughts. They are like walking corpses and completely become Frog's puppets. Frog's soul is attached to humans through blood, just like a virus. Of course, only virgins or virgins can be given souls."

Jialong immediately recalled the abnormal and serious expression when Li Dong asked him jokingly if he was a virgin, and the abnormal and serious expression when he was scratched by a lamp, Li Dong held his bleeding wound with his hand.

Including why my thinking was completely obedient when facing Li Dong for a moment.

Jialong fell into deep thought. He was trying hard to recall what had happened in the past two days, fearing that he would miss a little detail, so he decided to ask everything he could think of clearly.

Because Jialong has already felt that his life may have entered a bizarre and dangerous journey, and he cannot neglect any of them. Even the smallest details are related to life and death.

The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

At this time, Jialong's mood was extremely complicated.

He felt that there was no light in front of his life, and it was pitch black, but he could not look back. No matter how scared or confused he could only move forward step by step.

Jialong understood that life was like a game that could not be saved. Even if the beginning was not good, he could only endure it.

Some things have already happened regardless of whether you accept them or not.

The uncle also stopped, looked at Jialong with understanding, waiting for Jialong to speak.

Guan Lu was silent while squinting, squinting her eyes, feeling the sunshine crawling in from the window.

"Uncle, am I already a so-called psychic, right?"

Jialong asked with a frown:

"But why I'm not under much control?"

"The things on you stabilize your soul and keep you self-aware at all times. That is your token of soul-station!"

The uncle widened his eyes and pointed at Jialong's chest.

This is the first time Jialong sees the uncle's eyes clearly, and he usually squints into a slit.

The beggar's warning kept surrounding Yu Jialong's mind.

He remembered the pendant on his chest, which released a lot of heat when he was attacked.

Jialong took out the pendant from his clothes and asked:

"You mean this? This was given to me by an old beggar, and then the beggar died. Who is he? How could he know these things? How could he own such items?"

Jialong asked like a cannon.

"The old beggar is an ordinary person, but at that moment he was possessed by Kaiyin's thoughts wandering in the world. Kaiyin's thoughts are very weak in the world and are difficult to encounter. His thoughts can only be attached to people with extremely weak bodies. In fact, it is your luck to meet that old beggar. Almost everyone will become puppets after becoming a psychic. There are very few people who are lucky enough to get the token of soul-calculating."

The uncle touched his gray beard and replied.

"Uncle, what are you?

Jialong asked weakly.

The uncle took out the pendant around his neck, which was a wooden sculpture in the shape of a copper coin. Without words, Jialong realized that Guan Lu and the uncle were also the psychics who were lucky enough to escape control, just like him.

The uncle suddenly slapped his round belly, raised his tone and said:

"Lulu's token is very beautiful, it is a copper eagle. Lulu shows it to others! Haha!"

The uncle looked like a child, showing a very expectant expression.

"Uncle, you are so bored. When Zhao Ning comes back, let him show it. His one is even more beautiful. It is a fish with a lot of patterns on it."

Guan Lu sat on the windowsill, shaking her calves and said reluctantly.

At this moment, the door was pushed open with a click.

Guan Lu jumped off the windowsill and said happily:
Chapter completed!