Ghosts

Ziyou Heping watched as Yan Chuse and Yan Chouyan brought the food to the table. He could feel his throat bobbing. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the aromatic food or Yan Chouyan. Ziyou Heping wondered to himself if he has been suppressing his desires for too long. After all, living with a family that would berate you and scold you for simply breathing to loudly, you could probably imagine how bad it would be if they heard that their son was in fact, gay. Ziyou Heping's family in his last life would at the very least disown him.

After Ziyou Heping saw that both Yan Chouyan and Yan Chuse had begin eating, he also started eating. Ziyou Heping's eyes glowed as he ate the food. It was really good. His mother in his last life was very strict with what he ate so he had always eaten things with little taste. Ziyou Heping was overjoyed to eat food with taste, not only that but the food was genuinely good.

Yan Chuse laughed as he saw Ziyou Heping eat with vigor. "Is it good? My son is a great cook so if you need you can just treat him as a food slave." Yan Chuse joked. Ziyou Heping nodded seriously. Although he went along with the joke, he would never do something like asking for more food because that could overstep someone's boundary. Ziyou Heping from young learned not to make people angry, even in the slightest.

Yan Chouyan just kept quite. He didn't really care, he was just thinking about what he should paint and how to paint it. When watching the small movements of Ziyou Heping and trying to get inspiration, he noticed that Ziyou Heping's body language and facial expression tend to have contradictions. When Yan Chouyan's father said something about using Yan Chouyan as a food slave, although Ziyou Heping was smiling and laughing, his body language showed how uncomfortable he was.

Ziyou Heping didn't know he was being watched so closely by Yan Chouyan, all he knew was that after realizing Yan Chouyan was looking at him for a bit, he felt nervous and his face felt hot. Was something on his face? Did he do something weird? He hated this feeling of nervousness that he didn't feel even when he made speeches with a big audience or when his mother's gaze filled with scorn watched him.

After dinner, Ziyou Heping walked back to his room. After entering the room, he decided to use the bathroom in the room to wash up and go to bed. After washing up Ziyou Heping walked to the bed, he touched the plushy for a moment before bringing it into his embrace and getting into the quilt. Lying down he soon fell asleep, however it was destined to be a sleep that didn't last long.

Ziyou Heping found himself floating in complete darkness. He looked around but all he could see was darkness. Then, suddenly a golden light appeared. The light dimmed a bit allowing Ziyou Heping to get a better look at the light source. Ziyou Heping looked at the silver grey ball that appeared before him. It had small and delicate golden ancient inscriptions on it. The inscriptions where producing the golden light it seems.

Ziyou Heping wondered why he was having such a weird dream when suddenly the ball seemed to enter his left eye causing an excruciating pain. Seriously why was his left side so unlucky? Tears weld up in his eyes, a tear fell from his left eye. In it was a small golden light before it eventually dissipated.

Ziyou Heping tried to wipe his tears away before he realized that he had awoken from his weird and painful dream. Gazing about his room, Ziyou Heping realized that what he saw from his left eye seemed different, but before Ziyou Heping could think about it more he heard a voice in his head. "Ah, you must be confused, right? Allow the great me to explain."

Ziyou Heping was shocked. He thought he was probably still in a dream. Then the voice spoke again. "First, this is not a dream. Second, the artifact that went into your left eye is in fact passed down from your family. Or well, what you call the originals family. The person you call the original and his mother never knew about this because the artifact couldn't assimilate with their souls. So when it felt that both you and the original die at the same time and that it could assimilate with you, once more you have the same name, it decided to bring your soul into this body and help keep it alive until your soul could sustain it." Ziyou Heping now got even more confused.

The old man kept talking after he finished saying that. "Next, this artifact is called Zifayu. It can do more things but right now it just began assimilating with your soul so you can only see others souls for now." Ziyou Heping's head hurt. What an information dump, and souls? He can see souls? What does that mean?

As if hearing his questions, the elder spoke up. "As in you can see the souls of others. The color of the soul, the feelings deep in the soul, and the spirit the soul has." Ziyou Heping felt even more confused. He wondered why the old man is such a bad explainer. "I'm not a bad explainer it's just that you're a bad student! Also don't call me old man call me Master!" The old man huffed. Ziyou Heping decided to keep calling him old man.

Ziyou Heping didn't know why, but he felt it fine if he angers the old man. The old man decided to wow Ziyou Heping with his teaching skills so he continued. "I'll teach you about the first two when you see a soul. Now let me explain spirit for you my dumb little student." Ziyou Heping confirmed to himself that he definitely didn't mind angering the old man. "Spirit is…" Ziyou Heping was speechless. Is he trying to make it suspenseful?

"Spirit is when the soul uses its energy and creates a copy of you out of it. It's how people have out-of-body experiences and how ghosts are made. However that's just the simple explanation and there is much more to it. Each person has various amounts of spiritual energy. Some may even be purer than others. That's what decides the strength and how vivid the spirit is. Of course there is many good and evil ways to make your spirit stronger." The old man finally had time to breathe, although he doesn't need to.

"Is that what you are?" Ziyou Heping questioned. "Yes I am. I am also a powerful spirit, aren't I cool?" The old man boasted. Ziyou Heping felt like the old man was just like a child asking for praise. Ziyou Heping paused for a moment then spoke. "Wait, I can see ghosts?" The old man laughed and said. "What, scared?" Ziyou Heping rolled his pretty amber eyes. Looks like I can see ghosts now. He paused again before carefully asking. "Are they as gory as they are in films?" The old man laughed again and spoke. "No, only malicious ghosts." Ziyou Heping felt depressed, great, now he had to avoid malicious ghosts.