to live had to be concealed as much as possible, so the old man wouldn’t find out about it.However, the best doctors from this Capital City Hospital were all inside the ward, and within two hours, it...Chapter 20: The Variation Upon Entering the Capital - Right Eye Lives, Left Eye Dies

"Heaven... Grand Celestial Master, spare me! I know the whereabouts of a batch of treasures belonging to His Holiness the Empress Dowager. Please spare my life and I will offer everything up." The struggling Qing dynasty old ghost felt that Xiao Yu's mouth was exerting an increasingly strong suction force and began pleading for mercy, but Xiao Yu had no intention of letting him go. Absorbing a living person's yang energy to shorten their lifespan is a major taboo, and besides, after merging with Zhong Kui’s memories, Xiao Yu’s personality had been influenced as well, making him someone who views wealth, power, status, and influence as fleeting clouds, leaving only righteousness in his heart.

Xiao Yu wielded the brush in his right hand to draw in midair; a thread of golden light gathered at the tip of the brush. As Xiao Yu moved the brush through empty space, a golden line with a glinting point trailed behind it, weaving its way across the pitch-black void like a gold thread. Soon enough, a character for "suppress" (鎮) made entirely out of golden threads appeared in midair and shone brightly amidst the rolling dark clouds within the cave.

The moment the golden character "suppress" formed, it shot toward the old ghost’s forehead as fast as lightning. Instantly, the struggling eyes of the old ghost dimmed rapidly while he hung motionless in the air.

Once the old ghost stopped struggling, Xiao Yu's mouth sucked him into his belly.

"Eh…..." Upon regaining his original form, a huge belch escaped from Xiao Yu’s mouth. The hungry ghosts trapped within the yin soul were swiftly digested, and as each ghost was assimilated, refreshing qi surged through Xiao Yu’s limbs and torso, rapidly strengthening his yin soul.

It's no wonder that in the Zhong Kui legend, it is said that Zhong Kui spent his life consuming ghosts, especially evil spirits. He would be delighted every day if he could find a ghost. It turns out that there are such benefits to eating ghosts. One must work hard to strengthen their physical body afterward, or else with a powerful yin soul and insufficiently strong flesh, the soul cannot return to its place, which means one can only become a ghost.

Back then, Zhong Kui died by banging his head on the steps of the Golden Hall, losing his physical form. Otherwise, given his extraordinary talent, how could he have perished in the calamity

The tunnel space, which had been empty and filled with dark clouds that had now dissipated, exuded mystery everywhere. After the old ghost died, the stationary train car began to move again. Xiao Yu stood in mid-air looking at this mysterious space but could only leave it for future investigation since the train was already moving. With a thought, his yin soul returned to its body, and he opened the restroom door and came out.

The people on the train were still the same as before, with no changes whatsoever. They had no idea what had just transpired. The couple across from Xiao Yu's seat was still chatting away, saying how disappointed they were not to have seen any ghosts. All Xiao Yu could do was smile wryly at their ignorance. If only these people had witnessed the scene of a hundred ghosts running rampant in the carriage, who knows what they would think.

The little boy on the seat had already stuck his face out from behind his mother, and the fear on his face had lessened somewhat. When he looked at Xiao Yu, there was an admiring look in his eyes.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to go to school like other kids" Xiao Yu said gently as he pinched the little boy's cheek.

"Hm" The little boy looked at Xiao Yu in a bewildered manner. Just as the high-speed train emerged from the tunnel, people who had been in darkness for a long time instinctively closed their eyes upon seeing light. At this moment, Xiao Yu held his brush and made a feint in front of the little boy's eyes.

"Seal"

Xiao Yu suddenly shouted softly; a flash of golden light appeared at the tip of the brush before disappearing into the little boy’s forehead.

The moment the golden light vanished, Xiao Yu swayed and leaned back against the seat cushion with his face pale and large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He sighed inwardly: "Flesh is simply inferior to a soul; after being reinforced by Zhong Kui's true essence fragments, performing some low-grade secret techniques is effortless for a soul, but not so much for flesh that hasn’t undergone training and cultivation. Even drawing the simplest sealing talisman in mid-air causes exhaustion. It seems I can only rely on auxiliary tools like yellow paper and cinnabar until my practice reaches a certain level, or else leave my soul out of my body. However, leaving the soul out is too dangerous; if something goes wrong and my physical body gets destroyed, wouldn't that be a regrettable thing Just like Lao Tan Li from the Eight Immortals, who originally had an elegant appearance, but due to his soul leaving his body, his flesh was destroyed, leading him to take up residence in a beggar’s body out of desperation.

After a short while, people's vision gradually returned. Zhou Ruoying noticed Xiao Yu's pale face and drenched sweat and asked with concern: "Little brother, are you okay"

"I’m fine, thank you for your worry, big sister," Xiao Yu shook his head and said.

Taking a brief rest, Xiao Yu's spirit recovered somewhat. He opened his Yin-Yang Eye once again and suddenly froze as he noticed that the two lines connected to the mysterious patterns had completely severed their connection with them, becoming independent entities stored within his eyes. These mysterious patterns could follow Xiao Yu’s Yin-Yang Eye’s black-and-white world and dissipate outward; of course, this dissipation was also limited by a distance constraint—Xiao Yu found that he could only extend it two meters before reaching his limit.

He didn’t know how long he spent experimenting but eventually managed to grasp some characteristics of the mysterious patterns in his eyes. Firstly, these mysterious patterns exhibited different traits depending on which eye they were in—the left black eye displayed them as black lines while the right white eye showed them as white ones.

Furthermore, these two mysterious patterns could only dissipate when Xiao Yu opened his Yin-Yang Eye. If he didn’t open it, the two lines would remain motionless within his eyes.

Xiao Yu scanned the compartment with the black-and-white world from his Yin-Yang Eye, suddenly stopping in shock and disbelief.

It turned out that there was a person ahead of him whose body was surrounded by an abundance of dark mist. This individual was probably terminally ill, heading to Beijing for treatment—after all, Beijing’s medical conditions were not something deep-sea towns could match. However, when the white line in Xiao Yu's Yin-Yang Eye’s right eye came into contact with this patient, the dark mist above him rapidly dissipated at a visible pace.

When Xiao Yu attempted to use the black lines from his left eye to interact with the patient, the dark mist around them quickly increased. Soon enough, it seemed like the dark mist over their head would take shape. Xiao Yu shuddered as he swiftly retracted the black line; he was utterly bewildered—what exactly was happeningtive students now listening carefully, Xiao Yu was confident that within a few classes, ten people would be doing well to remain. If anyone managed to persist until the end, having just five or six le...