I Am Shu Yunwen, I Am a Sorcerer

"Haha! Where do you think you're going? It took me ages to find a ghost, and if I let you get away, would I even dare call myself a Ghost Sorcerer~"

In the darkness, Shu Yunwen was riding his mount – a second-hand scooter – chasing rapidly along the sidewalk.

Under the bright streetlights on either side of the sidewalk, Shu Yunwen wore a smile. However, this smile, combined with Shu Yunwen's youthful appearance in his early twenties contrasting with a face that looked fifty, appeared somewhat lecherous. If a kindergarten girl were to pass by, she would surely shrink back behind her mother in fear, shouting, "There's a bad guy!"

That's right, Shu Yunwen's appearance was the standard for those sleazy middle-aged men in movies and TV shows. It was precisely because of this that Shu Yunwen had remained a sorcerer.

There were some pedestrians on the sidewalk, and Shu Yunwen carefully avoided them, just as they avoided him.

Ahead on the sidewalk, in Shu Yunwen's eyes, a hazy, smoke-like entity was drifting forward. From time to time, this wisp of smoke would coalesce into a human face, glancing back in panic.

The smoke-like entity ahead was Shu Yunwen's target.

A ghost.

A newly born ghost, killed just moments ago.

Shu Yunwen was a sorcerer, a Ghost Sorcerer from his ancestral lineage.

The Ghost Sorcerers of his lineage primarily focused their cultivation and spells on ghosts. Moreover, their best "tools" for cultivation were those newly born ghosts who had been killed.

When encountering such a killed, newly born ghost, Shu Yunwen's family had a "Judgment" sorcerous curse. Through this judgment, ghosts who committed evil in life would have their souls annihilated, while good ghosts would be purified. Then, a mysterious and profound power could be obtained to nourish oneself, enhance one's strength, and also condense some sorcerous power to cast simple sorcery.

Of course, once one became a Ghost Sorcerer, if they didn't receive the nourishment of the mysterious energy from newly born ghosts for a long time, they would suffer a curse's backlash, and their appearance would become increasingly aged.

This was also the main reason why Shu Yunwen, despite being only in his early twenties, looked like a fifty-year-old uncle.

Besides newly born ghosts, Shu Yunwen could also absorb ordinary ghosts who died of illness, or ghosts formed from dead animals. However, the side effect remained the same as mentioned before: one would become progressively older. This was why Shu Yunwen was relentlessly chasing this newly born ghost.

A fifty-year-old uncle's face... he was truly fed up with it, wasn't he?

If he didn't absorb a killed, newly born ghost soon, he'd probably be heading towards the grandfather generation.

This killed, newly born ghost was reportedly an online fugitive. While committing a robbery, he was spotted by a passing police officer, who eventually cornered him in an alley. He took a hostage and confronted the police, before being shot in the head by an armed police officer...

Shu Yunwen loved ghosts born from villains like this the most!

Ghosts born from villains, after being killed, contained twice the energy compared to ghosts born from good people being killed.

The scooter accelerated again. The distance between Shu Yunwen and the "smoke" ahead was less than ten meters, enough for him to cast a sorcerous curse and pull the ghost over.

He chanted the sorcerous curse. About five to six seconds later, the "smoke" let out a scream. The pedestrians around involuntarily turned their heads, trying to find out who was screaming so wildly.

The "smoke" slowly drifted towards Shu Yunwen, a smile on his face.

Just then, a car suddenly sped wildly from the roadside, crashing directly into Shu Yunwen and his scooter. Instantly, both Shu Yunwen and the vehicle flew into the air, covering a distance of over twenty meters in an instant. He landed first, then the scooter crashed onto him before falling to the side, its pedals flying off.

The car continued to speed forward for a distance before stopping after hitting a utility pole next to Shu Yunwen.

"I was flying just now..." Shu Yunwen spat blood from his mouth. His injuries were too severe, and his consciousness was beginning to blur. Although he held the "smoke" in his hand, it felt like it was about to slip away. "...What a shame, the flight was too short this time. I originally wanted to truly experience what it felt like to fly in the sky once my sorcery reached its peak..."

The BMW's airbags deployed. Three young men, their faces flushed and reeking of alcohol, got out of the back seat, dragging out the people from the driver's and passenger seats – also two drunkards.

The driver, thanks to the airbag, was unharmed. However, after being so startled, he sobered up considerably. Seeing Shu Yunwen lying on the ground not far away, he yelled, "What the hell are you pretending on the ground for? Trying to scam me? No way! My dad is XXX, I have people in the Public Security Bureau and the traffic police, what are you pretending for! Get up! Get lost!"

People gathered around at a distance, pointing and gossiping.

Some took out their phones and started recording.

Blood continued to pour from Shu Yunwen's mouth, but he suddenly felt a surge of strength.

This was a final burst of energy before death.

The abilities of a Ghost Sorcerer prevented him from dying in a coma. At least, he could remain conscious before his death.

He opened his eyes and looked at the arrogant, boorish drunk youths a few meters away, asking coldly, "You're so tough, do your families know?"

"Ha! I knew you were faking it!" The drunk youth remained arrogant. "You all saw! He's perfectly fine!"

"Yeah! Yeah! This guy is totally fine!"

"Is that ketchup you're spitting out? What are you pretending for!"

"Get up and get lost! If you don't leave, believe it or not, I'll find someone to deal with your whole family?"

"..."

Beside the drunk youth, four equally drunk young men also started shouting, threatening and cursing, showing no sign of realizing they had done anything wrong.

Shu Yunwen indifferently scanned their faces one by one, then said softly, "Has anyone ever told you not to offend a sorcerer, especially one who is about to die?"

As his voice fell, Shu Yunwen suddenly spoke again, "Ghost Sorcery – Ghost Claw!"

In an instant, a cold wind seemed to blow through the surroundings. The "smoke" in Shu Yunwen's hand flew out, wrapping around the teetering utility pole that had been hit by the car, and violently hurled it towards the five shouting drunk youths.

The utility pole seemed to have a target, jumping back and forth, hitting each of the five men's heads successively before crushing them. Electricity surged from the broken wires, and the bodies of the five men sparked together, turning into charcoal.

The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

Some quick-fingered individuals had already edited the video and posted it to their social media.

The news of an "X-generation" drunk driver hitting someone, then immediately being crushed and cooked by a utility pole, would certainly attract a lot of attention.

As for Shu Yunwen, after seeing the five men dead, he chanted a sorcerous curse, shredding their souls. At the same time, his consciousness began to blur again.

"This time, I'm really going to die, aren't I..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and before him was darkness.

"His hand moved! It moved! He's still breathing, he's alive! Prepare for surgery immediately!"

Muzzy and disoriented, Shu Yunwen seemed to hear voices. The language they were speaking wasn't Chinese, but he could understand it.

Besides, wasn't he already dead? This... was someone operating on him?

"The surgery was successful. From now on, it depends on his willpower. If he wakes up within three days, everything will be fine. It's a pity, a family of three, and we only managed to save one..."

What family of three?

He was the only one who was hit by the car, alright?

"Two days have passed, and his brain activity isn't very active. He might never wake up. So, please be mentally prepared."

"Today is the eighth day. Are you sure you want to continue caring for him? This will seriously affect your lives..."

"The patient's condition is very bad and requires a second surgery. Honestly, it's remarkable he's managed to stay alive for two years without dying. We will do our best."

"We're very sorry, we've done all we can. Multiple organ failure, his life has reached its end. In about half an hour, he should die. Of course, for you, and for him, this might be a good thing..."

Died?

Who died?

Shu Yunwen used all his strength to open his eyes and saw his surroundings.

Dimly, he saw a man in light green clothes, two nurses in white uniforms, a square-faced man with large eyes, a chubby aunt who was crying, and a chubby little kid... and the glaring lights.

They were still talking, and Shu Yunwen croaked out a voice:

"I... didn't... die..."

All eyes turned to Shu Yunwen. After a moment of silence.

"Prepare adrenaline immediately! Prepare for surgery again! He's awake! He's awake!"

Then, chaos ensued.