Chapter 001: Necromancer

Sigh ... ...

In the moment of a slight brightness before his eyes, Wang Ming saw two shadowy figures on the street. One of them was the person who had been killed in the road below, while the other was a fierce-looking individual.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the shadow, painfully holding its head and crouching beside its own corpse, suddenly radiated a holy light. Within the holy light, the shadow gradually became blurred, transforming into a pure white light that dispersed with the wind

With Wang Ming's voice, in the next moment... Wang Ming brought his hands together in front of his forehead, forming a hand seal with the index and middle fingers, which he then pointed at his forehead. Subsequently... the hand seal split from the center of his forehead, spreading outwards to both sides

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the silent alley, a tall figure swiftly glided through the moonlit passage, darting through the alleys like the wind

After a few gasps, in the next moment, Wang Ming's expression suddenly became serious. He held his hands up to his chest, and his fingers swiftly intertwined to form one seal after another, changing at least more than ten different hand seals in just one second. At the same time, he murmured, "The twenty-third of the Underworld Path—Underworld Eye"

In Chinese folk customs, there is a practice of honoring the deceased for seven days, starting from the day of their death. This custom is not without reason; the seven spirits within the human body dissipate at a rate of one spirit per day, until the seventh day. Only after the seven spirits have completely dispersed can the soul attain liberation. During these seven days, in fact, every word and action of yours can be seen by the deceased.

As Wang Ming's footsteps gradually receded, in the next moment...! ... Wang Ming slowly extended his right arm to the side, his right fist clenched, with his middle finger pointing straight at the sky

Seeing Wang Ming's actions, the ghost was truly infuriated. Over the past eight months, he had succeeded six times, yet each time, it was this brat who thwarted his plans, preventing him from experiencing the thrill of success. It is important to understand that only by witnessing the suffering of the victims would he feel any sense of pleasure

Having completed all of this, Wang Ming could not help but let out a sigh. He turned to glance at the ghost of the crash, who was still squatting on the fence but was glaring fiercely at him. He couldn't help but curl his lip and turned around to walk back the way he came

Originally, such a suit of clothes would not allow anyone to stand out, but surprisingly, when this gray Zhongshan suit is worn by this young man, it gives an exceptionally clean and neat impression

In fact, what the ghost of the collision does is not particularly remarkable; it merely utilizes mental power to interfere with the driver's brain. In the moment of interference, the affected driver may experience sluggishness, panic, a loss of control over their limbs, and even a phenomenon where the brain goes completely blank

In the past, when a person's heart stopped beating, it signified death. With advancements in science, the definition of death has shifted from the cessation of the heartbeat to brain activity; true death is only recognized when brain death occurs

This is a youth over 1.8 meters tall, with an exceptionally athletic build, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit. This suit was originally blue, but has faded to gray due to excessive washing

At the same intersection, at the same location, including today's incident, this has already been the sixth time that the reckless driver has struck at this spot in eight months. Six vibrant lives have been lost due to him at this crossroads, yet in the face of all this, Wang Ming is completely powerless to stop it

Wave ... ... wave. ... ... ... wave ...

Upon witnessing this familiar scene, Wang Ming's inner anger was on the verge of exploding. He was well aware that this incident was caused by the very person who had crashed into the fence, and the reason for this act was merely to inflict the same pain on others as he himself was experiencing. This was a typical case of harming others without benefiting oneself

Unbeknownst to him, Wang Ming began to dance rapidly once again, complex hand seals alternating swiftly. At the same time, Wang Ming murmured: "The Fourteenth of the Underworld Path—Soul Capture"

Of course, it is not that hetushu.com is so easily obtained. Under normal circumstances, a healthy person in a state of wakefulness can completely ignore such distractions. However, once you have consumed too much alcohol or have stayed up late consecutively, and your mental state is poor, the chances of encountering such a fatal incident increase significantly. The more fatigued and dispirited the driver is, the higher the probability of an accident occurring

Da ... ... da. ... ... ... da

What Wang Ming needs to do now is to collect the seven souls of the deceased, which have gradually deteriorated. For Wang Ming, the seven souls of the deceased are essentially just elements of necromancy. This is what is referred to as the aura of death. By utilizing this aura of death, one can cast necromantic spells. ... That's right ...! ... In fact, Wang Ming is a small necromancer hidden within the metropolis!

Sigh...

Arrived!

Accompanied by Wang Ming's movements, a barely perceptible glow flashed and extinguished at the position of his brow. If one did not observe closely, it would be impossible to detect any anomaly. Yet, in that fleeting moment of the glow's flicker, the world in Wang Ming's eyes had already undergone a transformation

However, despite the hatred, just as Wang Ming is powerless against him, he too has no means to deal with Wang Ming. He is merely a small, humble ghost of death, and his greatest ability is to interfere slightly when others are mentally weakened. Beyond that, what else can he do?

In the eyes of the average person, this is nothing more than an ordinary traffic accident involving a picture book, merely an accident. However, Wang Ming knows that the situation is not so simple

In the moment of bursting out of the alley, the tall figure suddenly came to a halt, gazing at the horrific scene of the car accident in the distance, and couldn't help but slightly raise his right hand to wipe the sweat from his face

Coldly watching the busy traffic police in the center of the street, as well as the strangely contorted corpse that had been cordoned off, Wang Ming couldn't help but clench his teeth in anger, his fists tightening even more, producing a series of crisp cracking sounds

Amid a series of faint sounds, seven orbs of light, each the size of a fist and colored red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, rushed one after another into Wang Ming's outstretched right hand, disappearing without a trace

However, in fact, a person's true death should be considered to begin on the seventh day after brain death, because only at that time does the soul truly detach from the constraints of the body and return to the void. Before this, the soul has not yet dissipated and remains conscious. Since there is consciousness, how can it be said to be death

Thinking of this, Wang Ming glanced at the unfortunate fellow squatting beside his own corpse with his head in his hands. From now on, within seven days, he would be unable to leave a radius of seven meters from the corpse!

However, despite his hatred, Wang Ming finds himself utterly powerless against the individual before him. The paths of humans and ghosts are distinct, and all Wang Ming can do now is merely observe. The reason for Wang Ming's hatred lies in his profound sense of helplessness.

With Wang Ming's deep shout and his right hand, fingers splayed, suddenly reaching forward, in the next moment...! ... Seven orbs of various colors, vibrant and dazzling, floated out one after another from the corpse of the deceased lying on the ground, rushing towards Wang Ming like a barrage of pearls!

Wang Ming slightly shook his head, knowing that the only thing he could do now was to help this already deceased soul find peace as soon as possible, to spare it from unnecessary torment. At the same time, this process was also Wang Ming's own path of cultivation

His name is Wang Ming, he is 16 years old, a freshman in the first year of high school at Elite High School. He has an average appearance, the kind that if you casually threw a brick, you could knock down three of them. He is not exactly ugly, but he is also not handsome at all

At this moment, the spectral figure of the deceased, who was struck down, is helplessly crouching in front of its own corpse, holding its head in its hands, appearing to be in extreme pain, completely unaware of what has transpired. Meanwhile, another spectral figure is excitedly perched on the railing in the middle of the street, continuously extending its long tongue to lick the corners of its mouth.

Upon reflecting on this, Wang Ming could not help but let out a sigh. In fact, at the end of the day, the issue ultimately lies with people. If one refrains from drinking while driving, avoids staying up late, maintains a clear mind, and exercises caution, the probability of traffic accidents could be reduced by several times, even by dozens of times.