Swallowing the Stars: The cheat system only comes when I'm almost a god?

Qiu Sheng was so frightened that he staggered back several steps. When he thought that if his master hadn't stopped him, he might have already kissed him, his stomach churned.

"Qiusheng! Save me! Save me!" Dong Xiaoyu cried out pitifully to Qiusheng, "I haven't hurt anyone, I just like you..."

Hearing that familiar voice, he felt a violent struggle within him.

Qiu Sheng lost his parents at a young age and therefore grew up in his aunt's house.

His aunt was indeed very good to him, but her children and uncle didn't like him, and he could never shake off the feeling of being a dependent.

Qiu was born into a bad family. It was only thanks to Uncle Jiu's help that he was able to become the godfather of the judge, which allowed him to survive until now. This special experience made him stand out from the crowd of children his age.

In addition, most parents thought that his master who guarded the mortuary was unlucky and did not allow their children to play with him, so Qiu Sheng had few friends from a young age.

It can be said that Dong Xiaoyu's trust and affection for him just now completely touched Qiusheng's heart, and her gentleness made this love-starved child swoon.

"From childhood to adulthood, besides my aunt, master, and senior brothers, who has ever truly been kind to me? Who has ever looked at me with such gentle eyes? Even if she's a ghost... she was still kind to me..."

Thinking of this, he suddenly knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Uncle Nine: "Master! Please, Master, have mercy. Xiaoyu...she hasn't harmed anyone, she just likes me, please, Master, spare her!"

"Never harmed anyone?" Uncle Nine laughed angrily. "Then what about the night watchman just now? She was so skilled at framing and using others to do her dirty work. You're saying she never harmed anyone?"

She exudes a refined ghostly aura, and on her way here she could even command minor demons. She cultivated to such a level by absorbing the life force of men, and you're telling me she hasn't harmed anyone? Qiu Sheng! You've been bewitched!

However, at this moment, Qiu Sheng was completely overwhelmed by a twisted emotion.

In his eyes, Dong Xiaoyu's half-corrupted face seemed to have transformed back into an exquisite beauty, and his master's act of killing the female ghost became the culprit for breaking up the lovers.

"You're talking nonsense!" Qiu Sheng suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Uncle Jiu, as if he were looking at an enemy who was about to destroy his happiness.

"She was good to me! She was sincere to me! Why did you kill her! Why did you ruin my life..." His voice was hoarse, and the rest of his words choked in his throat.

"Stubborn to the end!" The pity in Uncle Nine's eyes turned into a resolute determination.

Without further ado, he brandished his peach wood sword, and with a flick of his left hand, a talisman crackling with blinding lightning instantly materialized—"Five Thunder Talisman, command!"

A deafening boom resounded!

A blinding flash of lightning struck Dong Xiaoyu!

"ah--!"

She only had time to let out a short scream before her ghostly body disintegrated under the powerful and intense thunderbolts, her form and spirit annihilated!

"No—!" Qiu Sheng watched helplessly as Dong Xiaoyu vanished into thin air before his eyes, his desperate roar echoing through the night sky.

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes like poisoned daggers piercing Uncle Nine's face!

Looking into Qiu Sheng's eyes, which were filled with hatred, Uncle Jiu's heart sank completely.

The female ghost is harming people. As a disciple of Maoshan, it is only right for him to eliminate evil and punish the wicked. However, Qiusheng is now resenting his master because of a moment of false beauty!

You have to understand, he was saving the other person!

Besides the fact that the union of a human and a ghost is against the natural order, it is also because if Dong Xiaoyu were allowed to break Qiu Sheng's virginity, given his average talent and lazy nature, his future path would be completely ruined!

"I never expected this..." Memories from the cycle of reincarnation echoed in my mind.

The disappointment brought by hundreds of disciples... Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai's incorrigible stubbornness... plus the scene before him where he disobeyed his master for the sake of a harmful female ghost... all these things intertwined and shattered the last bit of master-disciple affection in his heart.

"Enough! Cultivation requires fate and destiny; nothing can be forced." Uncle Nine took a deep breath, forcing back the pain in his heart as he spoke:

"Get out! Go back to your aunt's!"

From this day forward, you are no longer my disciple, Lin Jiu's disciple.

Our master-disciple relationship... comes to an end here.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

When Qiu Sheng heard that he was going to be kicked out, he panicked completely. He finally realized what a stupid thing he had just done and started kowtowing to Uncle Jiu.

"No, Master, I know I was wrong, please don't send me away..."

"The mortuary is my home. Where do you want me to go after I leave?"

Qiu Sheng spoke earnestly; if it were the original Uncle Jiu, he might have actually forgiven him.

But this time, Uncle Nine had been through hundreds of reincarnations of memories, and he knew clearly that the other party's apology was only temporary. He estimated that it would take less than three days for him to revert to his old ways, and that betraying his master had become a label etched into the other party's bones.

Moreover... hundreds of times, constantly cleaning up after his disciples in the cycle of reincarnation, he was exhausted, physically and mentally.

Uncle Nine didn't turn around again, struggling to suppress his reluctance: "Get out! Didn't Qian Chen get you a position in the security team? Go be your deputy captain."

Qiu Sheng was stunned; he never expected that his master knew about this.

But he quickly realized why his master was so resolute: he had just lied to his master, and then he resented his master because of the female ghost. No wonder he was considered an ingrate.

"Junior Brother Qian Chen, you've really ruined me!" The selfish guy was still making excuses for himself.

Qiu Sheng still didn't think he had any major problems. He believed that he was just unlucky and that his master was furious because he made a series of mistakes in a short period of time.

"Take care, Master." Knowing that the matter was beyond repair, he kowtowed to Uncle Nine: "I will come back to see you again in a while."

Qiu Sheng believed he knew Uncle Jiu well; the other man was still angry, and no amount of apologizing would work. So he decided to wait a few days before trying again.

Meanwhile, watching Uncle Nine's still silent back, a wicked thought flashed through his mind: "These next few nights will definitely not be peaceful. I want to see if you, old man, will kick Wencai out too!"

……

The night was as dark as ink. Inside the morgue, the oil lamp illuminated Wencai's face, which was contorted with fear.

He paced around Ren Weiyong's coffin like a frightened mouse.

His master's warning, "If this incense is emitted in a house, someone will surely die," still echoed in his ears, but the light from the three gold bars seemed even brighter, enough to pierce through his already dwindling rationality.

"Master is so powerful, he should be able to handle it!" He swallowed hard, muttering in a trembling voice, as if trying to convince himself, or perhaps begging for some kind of forgiveness.

Junior Brother Qian Chen's words were like a curse: "As long as you erase the ink line, the gold bar is yours."

"Master is very skilled. Even if the zombies come out, they can't hurt anyone. At most, they can only scare the Ren family..."

Just think about it, Wencai, three gold bars! That's enough for you to marry several wives and buy countless new clothes!

"Your master keeps using the pretense of helping you save money to take it away. When will you ever save up that much?"

"Never mind!" The last trace of hesitation in Wen Cai's eyes was completely consumed by greed. He gritted his teeth, "Anyway, Master is there to back me up, what's there to be afraid of!"

He reached out his finger to touch the ink line on the coffin, which served to seal it.

Just as he was about to touch the coffin—

"What are you doing?"

A deep voice sounded behind him!

"Ah!" Wen Cai was so frightened that he jumped back like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and then staggered around.

Under the dim light, Uncle Nine stood at the doorway, his face expressionless, only his sharp eyes piercing through Wen Cai's defenses.

"Master...Master!" Wen Cai's face was ashen, his lips trembled, his mind went blank, and he instinctively fabricated a lie, "I...I couldn't sleep last night, so I got up...to pee! Yes, to pee! I was just passing by...just passing by here..."

Uncle Nine's gaze swept over the intact ink line and then landed on Wen Cai's face, which was filled with guilt.

That gaze seemed to see through everything, making Wencai feel as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing cold.

"Don't go near this coffin unless you have to." After an incense stick had burned, Uncle Nine spoke again, his voice unreadable. "Go back to sleep after you've finished peeing."

"Yes...yes! Master!" Wen Cai felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the morgue as if a vengeful ghost was chasing him.

He rushed into the yard and urinated haphazardly against the corner of the wall. Only when the cold night wind blew did he realize that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He dared not make the slightest move, and fled back to bed, covering his head with the blanket, his body still trembling uncontrollably.

The temptation of the three gold bars still lingered in his mind, but his master's cold gaze temporarily extinguished his desire to take the risk.

……

A few days later, the sky was bright and clear.

Uncle Jiu went out early in the morning; it would take quite a while to find a suitable burial site for Old Master Ren.

Uncle Jiu gave Qian Chen a break under the pretext of focusing on mastering the basics of Baguazhang at home, but in reality, it was a disguised way of distancing himself and observing him.

The vast mortuary was now left to be guarded by Wencai alone.

With our master away, the opportunity is right in front of us!

His fear lessened somewhat under the sunlight, but his greedy thoughts began to grow wildly again.

"Even if there were zombies, they wouldn't come out in broad daylight, right?" He kept reassuring himself with this reason, trying to dispel the unease in his heart.

"Master is so powerful, he can definitely handle it... Junior Brother Qian said it was just to scare the Ren family, nothing serious will happen... Three gold bars!"

Ultimately, the desire for money overwhelmed everything.

Wen Cai slipped back into the morgue and quickly wiped away the ink line at the bottom of the coffin.

When the last ink line was erased, Wen Cai breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

He dared not linger, quickly cleaned up the traces, and hid back in his bed, anxiously awaiting the arrival of night.

……

night, deep.

The mortuary was deathly silent.

Inside the morgue, the coffin, whose ink lines had been wiped off the bottom, suddenly made a "creak...creak..." sound.

The coffin lid began to shake violently.

"Bang--!"

With a loud bang, the heavy coffin lid was violently flung off by a tremendous force and crashed heavily to the ground!

A figure dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, with dark blue skin and shiny black fingernails, stood upright in the coffin!

A figure dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, with dark blue skin and shiny black fingernails, stood upright in the coffin!

It stiffly turned its neck, its empty eye sockets scanning its surroundings, and a low, hoarse growl came from its throat. Its thirst for blood made it instinctively want to find its blood relatives—Ren Fa and Ren Tingting!

However, just as it stepped out of the coffin, a figure silently blocked the doorway.

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