My Name Is Shu Yunwen, and I'm a Sorcerer

My Name Is Shu Yunwen, and I'm a Sorcerer

"Haha! Where do you think you're going? It took me forever to find a ghost. If I let you get away now, how could I still call myself a Ghost Sorcerer?"

In the darkness of night, Shu Yunwen rode his trusty steed—a secondhand scooter—speeding along the sidewalk in pursuit.

Beneath the bright streetlights on either side of the sidewalk, Shu Yunwen wore a smile. But paired with his face—which looked like that of a middle-aged man in his fifties, even though he was only in his early twenties—the smile seemed a little creepy. If a little girl from a kindergarten happened to pass by, she would surely cower behind her mother and cry, "There's a bad man!"

That's right. Shu Yunwen looked just like the sleazy middle-aged men who were practically standard fare in movies and TV dramas. And that was precisely why Shu Yunwen had remained in his wizardly state all this time.

There were a few pedestrians on the sidewalk. Shu Yunwen carefully steered around them, and they steered around him in turn.

Up ahead, Shu Yunwen could see a hazy, smoke-like shape drifting away. Every so often, the cloud of smoke would form a human face, which glanced back in panic.

That smoke-like thing up ahead was the target of Shu Yunwen's pursuit.

A ghost.

A newly born ghost, one who had just been murdered.

Shu Yunwen was a sorcerer, part of a line of Ghost Sorcerers whose art had been passed down through his family.

The Ghost Sorcerers of his lineage mainly practiced cultivation and spells related to ghosts. And the best "tools" for their training were newly born ghosts—those who had been murdered.

When they encountered a newly born ghost who had been murdered, Shu Yunwen's family had a Sorcerous Curse called "Judgment." Through the judgment, the souls of evil-doers were annihilated, while good ghosts were purified. Afterward, they could obtain a mysterious, wondrous power to nourish themselves and improve their strength, as well as condense some Sorcerous Power to cast simple sorcery.

Of course, after becoming a Ghost Sorcerer, if someone went too long without being nourished by the mysterious energy of a newly born ghost, they would suffer the backlash of a curse, and their appearance would grow increasingly old.

That was the main reason Shu Yunwen looked like a man in his fifties, despite being only in his early twenties.

Besides newly born ghosts, Shu Yunwen could also absorb ordinary ghosts who had died of illness, as well as ghosts formed after animals died. But the side effect was the same as before: he would grow older and older. That was why Shu Yunwen was chasing this newly born ghost without letting up.

A fifty-year-old man's face... He'd had more than enough of it!

If he didn't absorb a newly born ghost who'd been murdered soon, he figured he'd end up looking like someone's grandpa.

This murdered ghost was supposedly an online fugitive. He'd been carrying out a robbery when a passing police officer spotted him. Eventually, he was cornered in a small alley, where he took hostages and faced off against the police. Then an armed police officer shot him in the head...

Shu Yunwen loved ghosts formed from the deaths of wicked people!

In terms of energy, a ghost formed after an evil person was murdered contained twice as much as one formed after a good person was murdered.

The scooter sped up again. Shu Yunwen was now less than ten meters from the "smoke" up ahead—close enough to cast a Sorcerous Curse and draw the ghost over.

He chanted the Sorcerous Curse. About five or six seconds later, the "smoke" let out a scream. The pedestrians nearby heard it and instinctively turned to look around, trying to figure out who was yelling like that.

The "smoke" drifted slowly toward Shu Yunwen, who wore a smile.

Just then, a car at the side of the road suddenly came hurtling toward him, barreling straight into Shu Yunwen and his scooter. In an instant, Shu Yunwen and the scooter went flying, covering more than twenty meters before he hit the ground first. Then the scooter crashed down on top of him and fell to one side, its footrest flying off.

The car kept speeding forward for a while before crashing into a utility pole beside Shu Yunwen and finally coming to a stop.

"I was flying just now..." Blood spilled from Shu Yunwen's mouth. His injuries were so severe that his consciousness was already beginning to blur. The "smoke" was caught in his hand, but seemed ready to slip free at any moment. "...What a shame. I didn't get to fly for very long. I'd always wanted to experience what it was like to truly fly through the air once my sorcery had reached its peak..."

The airbags in the BMW deployed. Three young men, their faces flushed and reeking of alcohol, climbed out of the back seat and dragged the two people from the driver's and passenger's seats—two drunks as well.

Thanks to the airbag, the driver hadn't been hurt. But the crash had sobered him up considerably. Seeing Shu Yunwen lying on the ground not far away, he started cursing loudly. "You lying there pretending to be hurt? Trying to scam me? No way! My dad is XXX! I've got connections at the Public Security Bureau and the traffic police! What the hell are you pretending for? Get up! Hurry up and get lost!"

The bystanders gathered at a distance, pointing and whispering.

Someone took out a phone and began filming.

Blood kept pouring from Shu Yunwen's mouth, yet suddenly he felt strength returning to his body.

It was the final surge before death.

The abilities of a Ghost Sorcerer kept him from dying while unconscious. At the very least, he could remain lucid until the moment he died.

He opened his eyes and looked at the arrogant, drunken young man a few meters away. In a cold voice, he asked, "You act like such a big shot. Does your family know?"

"Ha! I knew you were faking!" The drunken young man was still acting arrogant. "You all saw that! He's perfectly fine!"

"Exactly! He's perfectly fine!"

"That stuff coming out of your mouth is ketchup, right? What the hell are you pretending for?"

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

"..."

The four equally drunken young men beside him joined in, shouting threats and curses. Not one of them seemed to think they had done anything wrong.

Shu Yunwen looked over their faces one by one, his expression cold. Then he said softly, "Has nobody ever told you never to offend a sorcerer—especially one who's about to die?"

As his words fell, Shu Yunwen suddenly spoke again. "Ghost Sorcery—Ghost Claw!"

In an instant, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the area. The "smoke" in Shu Yunwen's hand broke free and wrapped around the utility pole that had been hit by the car and was now tottering. The pole suddenly swung toward the five drunken young men shouting at them.

As if it could take aim, the utility pole bounced back and forth, striking each of the five men on the head before crushing them beneath it. Electricity surged through the severed wires. Sparks burst from all five bodies at once, and they turned to charcoal.

Every bystander stood dumbfounded.

Some of the quicker ones had already edited their videos and posted them to their social media feeds.

The news of rich brats driving drunk, hitting someone, and cursing him—only to be immediately crushed and electrocuted by a utility pole—was bound to attract plenty of attention.

As for Shu Yunwen, after seeing that all five men were dead, he chanted a Sorcerous Curse and tore their souls to pieces. At the same time, his consciousness began to blur again.

"This time, I'm really going to die..."

His eyes slowly closed. Darkness filled his vision.

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

In a daze, Shu Yunwen seemed to hear someone speaking. They weren't speaking Chinese, but he could understand them.

And hadn't he already died? Was someone... operating on him?

"The surgery went very well. Now we have to see how strong his will is. If he wakes up within three days, everything should be fine. It's a shame—we only managed to save one of the family of three..."

What family of three?

He'd been the only one hit, hadn't he?

"It's been two days. His brain activity isn't very strong, and he may never wake up. So please, prepare yourselves."

"It's the eighth day. Are you sure you want to keep looking after him? This will seriously affect your lives..."

"The patient's condition is very poor. He needs a second surgery. Honestly, it's incredible that he's survived for two years. We'll do everything we can."

"I'm very sorry. We've done everything we could. Several of his organs have failed, and he's nearing the end. He should die within half an hour. Of course, that may be a good thing for both you and him..."

Die?

Who had died?

Shu Yunwen used all his strength to open his eyes and see what was around him.

In the haze, he saw a man in pale green, two nurses in white uniforms, a square-faced man with big eyes, a chubby auntie who was crying, and a chubby little kid... Also, glaring lights.

They were still talking. Shu Yunwen rasped out:

"I... am... not... dead..."

Everyone turned to look at Shu Yunwen. After a moment of silence—

"Prepare the adrenaline! Get ready for surgery again! He's awake! He's awake!"

Then all hell broke loose.