The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 142 The Art of Spiritual Communication: The Mind Reader Profession

Zhang Chang'an narrowed his pupils as he carefully observed the scene: a pitch-black night sky, a rocket taking off, and a floating planet.

Despite technical limitations or poor filming, the rocket's exhaust plume, the area around the launch pad, and even distant planets all appear blurry, as if covered by a filter.

But it was precisely that detail he had just noticed, which was initially mixed in with the blurry night sky and stars, that suddenly became the clearest thing in the picture after he noticed it.

The creature, disguised as a star, looked like an inflated balloon. Hovering low above the planet from which the rocket had launched, it slightly opened its bizarre, three-lobed mouth, revealing countless, densely packed, layered scarlet tentacles.

The words "Moon Beast" inexplicably popped into his mind, as if they were a memory that had always existed.

Zhang Chang'an felt as if something had gently stirred his thoughts. It was a very strange feeling.

His thoughts paused for a moment, until his stopped breathing made him feel slightly uncomfortable, and then he suddenly came to his senses.

"Whoosh—" He pushed his chair back, shifting his gaze away from the image in the family tree.

He was clearly still in his rented room, standing in front of that old computer chair. Outside the window was the city night view, neon lights flashing, and the faint sound of traffic.

His deathly eyes, which possessed the vision of an eagle, still allowed him to see many details of the city outside the window.

This time, however, something different has appeared between those familiar cities.

He watched as the shadow of a lamppost in front of a shop on the street suddenly began to rotate slightly, turning towards the source of the light.

A few streets away, on a high-rise building, behind the office workers still working overtime, a strange white shadow flashed by.

Zhang Chang'an frowned deeply as a result.

"[Spiritual Connection] (Good Quality)"

Ling Huan Gong was born with extraordinary abilities, able to speak to things that ordinary people cannot see. This is known as psychic ability. During his life, you witnessed what he saw through this ability, which touched the door to his spirituality and opened the door to the profession of psychic.

The ability to communicate with spirits is highly tied to an individual's spiritual level. The higher the level, the more likely one is to see ghosts and monsters existing in the spiritual world, as well as various supernatural traces.

Psychic connections are an active ability that extends from this, allowing one to infiltrate mentally weak beings and obtain their intentions. This could include the simple thoughts of lower animals, or even fleeting ideas in the minds of some people with weak wills.

As the possessor's mental level rises, the ability will naturally transform accordingly.

At 8:20 a.m., Chi Qingqiu arrived at the entrance of the photography studio right on time.

Of course, she kept Zhang Chang'an's words in mind: in their small town, there was no need to rush to clock in for work. So this wasn't during working hours, but rather the first ten minutes before the first appointment in the morning.

She arrived at the studio a little early to open the door and get ready.

As she suspected, the door was indeed still locked, and his hands-off boss no longer came to the shop, even when there was work to be done.

But just as she was thinking this, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a person squatting by the roadside. The person's posture was exactly the same as the old man who squatted in the sun at the entrance of her hometown village, with his elbows on his knees, his body leaning forward, and he was not moving at all.

But that's her boss. Zhang Chang'an.

He was wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and a fat orange cat, as big as a ball, was squatting in front of him. The two of them faced each other, their eyes locked.

Chi Qingqiu was stunned. She had known this boss for almost a month, but they hadn't had much contact. She didn't even know whether Zhang Chang'an liked cats or not.

Even if they knew, it might be difficult to understand Zhang Chang'an's current state.

He squatted there, neither reaching out to the stray cat nor making any other reaction, which was really hard to understand.

But it's not just her. Zhang Chang'an is also quite puzzled now.

"Human, Mimi is leaving. You seem to be one of the few who can talk to Mimi even a little bit, but you should give up. Your cat language is indeed not very good, but even if you could, you still couldn't keep Mimi here—"

Zhang Chang'an frowned, his expression quite complicated, and he even looked a little constipated.

But the big orange cat in front of him, apart from twitching its ears, didn't react much, just flicked its tail in place. Then, another thought floated into Zhang Chang'an's mind: "What Mimi wants to say is very profound, you may not understand it. In short, human, give up—"

Zhang Chang'an: "——"

Chi Qingqiu:

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She watched for about thirty seconds; the person and the cat, neither of them moved. That wasn't just her boss behaving strangely anymore; the cat looked odd too, like it was fake.

Zhang Chang'an's expression suddenly became somewhat complicated. He frowned, staring intently at the cat, but after a few seconds, he finally just sighed and shook his head.

Then—he reached into his pocket, pulled out half a sausage, and threw it in front of the fat cat.

"Meow!" The fat orange cat instantly lost its composure, its melancholy face suddenly stretched out, and it pounced on the sausage, grabbing it and starting to gnaw on it with a wild and unrestrained eating style.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Chang'an reached out and vigorously rubbed its head.

"A real glutton," he said helplessly, "pretending to be something I'm not."

Chi Qingqiu stood to the side and watched the whole thing: "—Boss."

Zhang Chang'an finally turned around and saw her. He paused for a moment, but showed no embarrassment. He simply stood up, dusted off his trousers, and asked, "Xiao Chi? So early?"

Chi Qingqiu pointed to the cat that was still frantically gnawing on a sausage: "Boss, is this cat yours?"

Zhang Chang'an shook his head: "Even stray cats can get this fat. I could never raise one that slovenly."

He was naturally practicing his psychic connection ability. He was overjoyed after acquiring this technique a few days ago and studied it for a long time.

However, he soon discovered that although there were indeed some paranormal events in modern times, there seemed to be very few ghosts in the true sense of the word. It was not easy to find even a proper ghost on the street, so it was hard to say what impact it would have on reality.

Even the videos he watched online, showing images from various places, were like this. Clearly, either his mental strength was insufficient, or the psychic vision aspect of this ability was of little use in modern times.

Therefore, the only part he can practice is mind connection.

However, given his current skill level, he needs to be cautious; it's not suitable for use on humans. So, he'll have to practice on small animals instead.

This kitten has been his practice target for the past two days. He tried to communicate with it when he arrived at and left the studio. This kind of practice is the only way he knows of to train his mental strength.

Today, I can finally hear relatively complete words, but: "What kind of gibberish is this? Is it because small animals don't have enough thinking ability to form a normal language?"

Besides this, the mind connection can indeed transmit some of my thoughts. If I can practice it well, then I can communicate directly with my mind.

It's just that even conveying a complete emotion is still a bit difficult right now, and nine out of ten messages fail to get through, with the remaining one being fragmented. For now, it's still just a mind-reading skill that doesn't work very well with people.

Of course, I haven't had much exposure to mystical abilities before, and I don't have much of a foundation in this area, which is normal. We'll take it slow.

Zhang Chang'an clapped his hands and walked towards the entrance of the photography studio: "This cat just keeps wandering around here, but it's fine to feed it occasionally. Can you do this for me? Just for the next two or three days."

Chi Qingqiu followed in his footsteps, preparing to go into the photography studio to pack up, but after thinking about it carefully, she suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

"Two or three days?" she asked. "What do you mean? You want me to feed him? Boss, what are you going to do there?"

Zhang Chang'an had already reached the door when he turned back and gave her a bright, sunny smile: "Yeah, you'll be working overtime these next few days. I need to go out for a bit. To Guangzhou."

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