C7 Spiritual Medium

Lin Xi's back was covered in cold sweat. Just now, the Lord Death God's eyes were emotionless. She really thought she was going to die!

He patted on the wall of the alleyway and the strange alleyway slowly disappeared. It turned out that they were still in the middle of the Walking Street, and the alleyway was a boundary created by the demonic powers of Qin Song.

"How long are you going to sit there?" Yan Mo Han said coldly in front of Lin Xi with his arms crossed. Since he was dressed in death's clothes, no one could see him.

"I really don't know why Ling Jie chose such a cowardly and useless woman like you." Yan Mo Han impatiently turned around, and the night gradually darkened. This woman's special blood constitution would cause the demons in the dark to move. It seemed that he could only send her home.

If she wasn't of value, why would he care about her life and death?!

"Spirit?" Lin Xi ignored the God of Death's look of despise, and got up from the ground, "Lord God of Death, do you know the problem of my body?" Lin Xi chased after the Death God, as she anxiously asked.

Continuously strange things happened to Lin Xi, and it had already messed up her life. After so many days, Lin Xi was still trembling with fear, unable to find an answer to all the questions in her mind. She really wanted to know, what exactly was going on with her body!

Yan Mo cast a cold glance at Lin Xi, "Ignorant!" After pausing for a moment, he said faintly, "It's just being able to see Demonic Ghosts."

"Ah?" That's it? " Isn't this answer too perfunctory! Lin Xi suddenly felt a burst of grief. Being glared at by Yan Mo Han like a sharp blade, she pursed her lips and did not dare to ask anymore.

Yan Mo Han knew very well that this woman was a rare spirit medium. Awakening her spirit energy at the age of eighteen, not only would she be able to see Demonic Ghosts, but she would also possess potential energy, especially her blood. If a Demonic Ghost were to drink a drop of blood from her, it would cause a huge commotion, not to mention if her blood was sucked dry, the world, the Realm of Death …

"Lord Death God, what are Demonic Ghosts?" Lin Xi was quiet for a while, but she still couldn't stop herself from asking curiously.

Yan Mo Han impatiently frowned, "After a person dies, their greed, desire, and hatred become too strong, their soul will become an evil and evil soul that wanders around the human world. "Some evil spirits ingested the Profound Qi of humans to enhance their own abilities, and eventually evolved into even more evil spirits."

When Yan Mo Han said this, he no longer had the patience to explain any further.

"So there is death?" In the eyes of the passersby, Lin Xi was like a lunatic. He talked to himself in the air and was very enthusiastic about it.

Yan Mo Han ignored her and in the blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at the "Shuiyue" villa area. Lin Xi's house was protected by a special powerful enchantment, Yan Mo Han had noticed it when he came last time.

Lin Xi pouted. In the end, she still only knew a little about her body, but at least she knew why those Demonic Ghosts always attacked her.

Sighing, Mo Chi was still not home yet. She was walking around the living room listlessly when she caught a glimpse of her grandma smiling from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, a bright light flashed through her mind!

"Grandmother, diary!"

Lin Xi dug everything into the storage room, and finally pulled out a deep black box from under the bed. Lin Xi looked at the black box, and tears once again filled her eyes.

This was the only relic his grandmother had left him on her deathbed. At that time, she had been in too much grief, had been unconscious for a whole week in the hospital, and had been chased out of the family. Mo Chi had kept this box in his storage room, and at that time, he had been immersed in his grandmother's grief and had gradually forgotten about it.

"Grandmother." Lin Xi muttered to herself as she reached out her hand to stroke the black box. If there was no death god, then the appearance of the Demonic Ghost might have been something she would never remember.

Lin Xi slowly opened the black box, and memories began to float up in front of her eyes. On that rainy day, her grandmother had given this black box to her, saying that it was a gift for her birthday.

There was a thick diary in the box, and beside it was a small, delicate key. Lin Xi used the key to open the diary's lock. On the diary's title page, there was a sentence:

Brook, when you read this diary, Grandma will no longer be with you. Grandma knows you've always been confused and helpless because you could see things that no one else could. This diary can tell you everything. Please forgive my grandmother for hiding it from you for so long. I just hope that my beloved granddaughter can be happy. Lin Xi's tears dripped drop by drop. She tried her best to hold back her tears as she flipped to the second page, but … The other pages of the diary were all blank!

Why did Grandma give herself a blank diary?