My Name Is Chen Guan

"Her? Is she a ghost...?"

Chen Guan looked at the female ghost, yet he felt something utterly absurd.

That was, she was so cute?

Under the illumination of the lightning.

Her slightly thin oval face, large ethereal gray eyes, petite nose, a set of gray clothes, and a timid expression.

If this were in reality.

So what if she was a ghost?

She would simply be adorable enough to melt anyone's heart.

Yet, in silence, the girl's body retreated while passing through the stone platform beneath the statue, squeezing into the depths of the dilapidated temple and curling up in a corner.

She was a bit afraid of this massive "Black Bear Spirit."

Even her lifting the threshold earlier was purely an attempt to scare this terrifying Black Bear Spirit away.

Unfortunately, not only did the Black Bear Spirit not run, but it had also discovered her.

The little girl was somewhat flustered; she wanted to leave the dilapidated temple, but she was instinctively afraid of the thunder in the sky, and her corpse also bound her to the location.

And at this moment.

Along with the pattering rain outside the dilapidated temple and the intermittent rumbling of thunder.

Chen Guan and the little girl stared at each other, neither daring to move rashly.

The little girl did not dare to try and scare this strange Black Bear Spirit again.

Chen Guan also knew well that bears and ghosts were of different paths, casting aside any notions of chivalry.

But as he kept his guard up.

Even though the little girl made no movements.

Chen Guan noticed his eyes becoming a bit sore, and the figure of the other party began to fade.

"Is this an illusion?"

Chen Guan was a bit panicked now; when facing unknown situations, his first thought was to run.

He had already run enough today anyway, so one more time wouldn't hurt.

It could just count as exercise.

But the next second, as the viscous liquid on the fur atop his head flowed down the tips of his hair to the corner of his eye.

Chen Guan discovered that the little girl's appearance had become clear again.

She was still curled up in the corner, afraid.

"Could it be..."

Chen Guan suddenly had a realization; he tilted his head slightly and looked at the viscous puddle outside the back door with the corner of his eye.

"Could it be that this Thunder-Struck Locust Wood mucus allows me to see... ghosts?"

Chen Guan was not entirely certain about this guess.

But whether it was true or not, he would know once he tested it.

The fact that he had been reincarnated made Chen Guan willing to sacrifice himself for the truth.

Especially since a vision similar to "Yin-Yang Eyes" might prove useful in the future.

Therefore, finding the production formula and testing the effects was a must.

Otherwise, having a guess and not testing it.

Acting like a riddle-monger—how the hell would he be able to sleep at night?

Whoosh—

A few more minutes passed, and as the girl's figure faded again.

Chen Guan did not use the mixed mucus on his fur; instead, he retreated from the temple while remaining on guard and walked over to the small puddle.

He gazed at the viscous liquid in the pit.

Especially the liquid near the tree ashes, where the color was deeper.

Since he was going to test it, he would smear the purest part into his eyes.

Interestingly, this little girl seemed to be naturally curious.

When she saw the big black bear leave, she also floated out from the corner, her small hands and half her body leaning against the door frame, curiously watching Chen Guan's back.

But as Chen Guan turned his head.

Silently, she shrank back again.

Then, after a few seconds, she poked her head out again, only to find that Chen Guan was still looking in her direction.

This time, the girl subconsciously wanted to shrink back at first, but feeling that the Black Bear Spirit didn't seem to have any intention of harming her, she bravely poked her little head out again and mustered the courage to meet his gaze.

Chen Guan watched her with indifference, more interested in verifying a guess.

A few seconds later, the girl in his field of vision vanished completely.

Chen Guan bent down, scooped up some Locust Wood Slime, and smeared it over his face as if washing it.

At this moment.

Perhaps because there was so much slime, or because the vigorous rubbing deepened its effect.

A moment later.

Chen Guan not only saw the gray little girl, but also noticed wisps of indescribable "gray mist" in the air.

These gray mists were similar in color to the little girl.

Only, they were not as deep in color as she was.

Could this be Sha Qi? Or Yin energy?

Chen Guan was a newcomer, curious about everything in this world.

He swiped a bear paw through the Yin energy in the air, only to find his paw passing right through without affecting the form of the mist.

Even the pouring rain at this moment failed to disperse these wisps of Yin energy.

This water on the ground—not only can it reveal ghosts? It can also reveal Yin energy invisible to normal living beings?

Chen Guan suddenly realized he seemed to have stumbled upon an interesting treasure.

But more than that, he felt the joy of uncovering the answer with his own hands.

"It's laughing..." The girl tilted her head, even more curious as she sized up the happy Chen Guan.

Although Chen Guan didn't laugh with a human "haha," but instead let out a terrifying "purr" and low growl in the heavy rain.

Yet, the girl felt that this black bear spirit was truly smiling.

"Can you speak?" Chen Guan heard a crisp voice and turned his gaze toward the girl by the door.

However, what the girl heard was, "Roar, roar, roar?"

Then, the next second, the girl thought for a moment and mimicked Chen Guan's way of speaking, asking fearfully: "Roar, roar, roar... (Big Brother Black Bear, will you eat Xiao Qing?)"

What roar, roar, roar? Chen Guan was full of question marks; he didn't understand a single word.

One bear and one ghost were having a completely ineffective conversation.

Faced with this situation, Chen Guan thought for a moment, pointed at his own mouth, then pointed at hers.

"Roar, roar... (Just speak human language.)"

While growling, Chen Guan was afraid she wouldn't understand, so he acted it out a few more times.

For his first time seeing a ghost, and one that seemed to be a harmless "little ghost."

Driven by curiosity.

Chen Guan was particularly eager to open a line of communication between them.

Perhaps through the little girl, he could learn more about this world.

For instance, where was her corpse? And what about this Locust Wood Slime that acted like Yin-Yang eyes?

However.

Xiao Qing could not decipher Chen Guan's gestures.

If not for the fact that she felt Big Brother Black Bear had no intention of harming her.

On the contrary, she actually found Chen Guan's gesture of pointing at his mouth quite terrifying.

One had to remember, Chen Guan was a genuine, massive black bear.

A blood-red maw the size of a normal person's head, with sharp teeth as thick as thumbs—this was no joke.

For such a large black bear to be gesturing in a human-like way amidst the thunder and rain.

If a normal person saw this and realized what was happening, they would run as far away as possible.

It seems communication is useless...

After gesturing for a long time and seeing the girl still looking blank, Chen Guan knew communication would be difficult.

Thinking to himself.

Chen Guan looked at the little girl again.

The little girl seemed to think he was angry, and continued, "Roar, roar, roar... (Big Brother Black Bear, why did you stop talking?)"

He couldn't understand.

He really couldn't understand.

However, when he remembered that the little girl was human.

Perhaps she was literate?

Chen Guan felt this was a reliable idea, so he began to recall some memories regarding the old man.

He wanted to communicate through writing.

For a moment, Chen Guan fell into deep recollection.

Aside from the vivid memory of his "cheap cultivation grandson," Chen Guan managed to recall some information regarding the script of this world.

The good news was that the writing in this world was quite similar to that of Earth.

With that, Chen Guan was brimming with confidence. With a palm the size of a cattail fan, he used his sharp, barbed claws to easily peel a piece of bark off the charred locust tree.

He used it as a writing tool, much like a piece of chalk.

Chen Guan swayed his massive body and stepped back into the temple.

He lowered his head to look at the little girl, who did not dodge this time.

Chen Guan lay down his thick, sturdy body and, with some awkwardness, wrote a line on the ground.

(My name is... Chen Guan)