Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"In the mountains..." Ding Yan rubbed his chin, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly realized: "I only promised to take you in until your seal is lifted, I didn't promise to help you solve everything."

"I didn't ask you to solve it." Guan Gan snorted, "My seal is slowly fading, I don't know if it is affected by this thing."

Ding Yan pondered, if this is the case, wouldn't the sword be leaving soon?

"Well, when you leave, don't forget to pay me the bill." Ding Yan reminded, "Although it's not too much, but I'm too poor..."

Guan Gan glanced at him and shook his head: "Don't forget."

When he got home, Ding Yan took out the slate and started his daily teaching work, and his only student was none other than this murderous knife.

"Look, this is your surname, your surname is 'Guan'..." Because Guan Gan promised that for every word he taught, he would be rewarded with an extra penny.

A penny is not a lot, but if you accumulate sand into a tower, you can always accumulate a lot of money by accumulating each word.

"My surname is much simpler than yours. Look, it's written like this." Ding Yan wrote stroke by stroke with a pen.

Not long after Guan Gan entered the WTO, many characters were different from when he first entered the WTO. He thought he would stay here for many more years. Therefore, knowing characters is an important thing. He has been trapped in the knife before. It came out slowly later, and then was bought back by the young man, the rust was worn away, and the seal was weakened. Later, when the seal was broken and he went out, literacy would make his journey much easier.

Words are the basis of spells and the prerequisite for acquiring knowledge.

"What's the smell..." Guan Gan faintly smelled a saponin smell from Ding Yan who was closest to him.

"What's the matter with you? What are you doing?" Ding Yan pushed his head away in confusion, and immediately, both of them were taken aback.

In the past few months, Guan Gan has existed in a state of soul, floating or walking, and no one can touch him, let alone fully possess the five senses, but just now, he was able to smell it, And Ding Yan was able to get in touch with him.

This shows that the "existence" of Guan Gan is gradually becoming apparent.

"Can you find other things if you try?" Ding Yan looked around excitedly, but couldn't find any other living things.

Guan Gan has always been able to touch dead things, but he cannot touch living things. Today, there has finally been some changes.Even though they were a temporary partner, after getting along these days, they developed some feelings for each other. Such a change made Ding Yan sincerely happy for the man.

"I see, you wait!" Ding Yan thought of the living things at home, and rushed out the door excitedly, leaving Guan Gan sitting in the room who couldn't leave the blade for more than ten steps.

The man has a bad feeling.

This premonition became reality when he saw the chicken that Ding Yan had caught with his wings.

"Come on, touch it." Ding Yan took the man's hand to touch the chicken.

Guan Gan stretched out his hand expressionlessly. In order not to look too stupid, he could only turn his eyes elsewhere, but he felt at a loss because of the gradually clear five senses.

The kid was too close to him.

He was so close that he could clearly tell which of the smells on this person were saponins and which were skin and bones.

He never knew that the human body can emit smell.

He thought that the only smell in human body was blood.

The gradual recovery of his sense of smell made him greedy, and he couldn't bear to give up a chance to smell fresh scents, and the children closest to him became the biggest supply source of smells.

"Oh, you still can't touch it." Ding Yan was a little disappointed, "Look..."

Ding Yan took the man's hand and tried several times, but he still couldn't let the man touch the chicken body. His brows and eyes drooped, and he looked downcast. He raised his head and looked at the man sitting next to him in disappointment. The dark eyes met squarely.

That look was too serious, so serious that he was a little startled, he sat there in a daze, not knowing what to do, holding the chicken with one hand, and holding the man's hand with the other.

A little cold, a little hard, with calloused hands.

"I... can't touch it." Guan Gan said.

He couldn't touch the chicken.

"Ah, it's okay, I'll take you out for a walk one day." Ding Yan was a little dazed, put down his hand, and walked out slowly, holding the chicken in his left hand, which looked a bit funny.

Guan Gan glanced at the back, frowned, lowered his head and looked at his hand that was just grabbed, gently lifted it up, and sniffed.

Not the smell of saponin.

Guan Gan didn't know that people's smells were different, and he didn't realize until the next day when he went out with Ding Yan that an overly sensitive sense of smell might not be a good thing.

The smell of the earth in the fields, the heat from the sun, the sweat and flesh of human beings.

All these were poured into his nose like crazy. Compared with this, except for the fact that Ding Yan couldn't touch other living things, he didn't care about it.

This is the feeling of incompatibility at the beginning of recovering the five senses. After a few days, he will gradually get used to these things and extract the smell he wants to smell, but now, he can only endure in silence.

Fortunately, the only taste he can accept is very close to him.

He secretly smelled the smell emanating from Ding Yan's body, and felt that he could hold on for a while longer.