The delusional ghost that fell to the ground was like a positive magnet meeting a negative magnet, and instantly took off and plunged into the blank paper of the Yin Difference Certificate.

Like a cornucopia, the badge actually sucked in the whole body of the delusional ghost, leaving a picture on the blank paper.

This portrait is made with a carbon pen sketch, depicting the environment of a small bridge and flowing water, the chimney of a tiled house rises with smoke with peace and harmony, and across the bridge from the tiled house is a girl with a black umbrella.

It's just that the girl doesn't have strange wounds on her body, and half of her face is exposed sideways, and her eyes are full of yearning and longing for the tiled house.

The delusional ghosts of the real world are gone.

I never thought that the badge would have such a bullish function, which could suck ghosts into it and make a picture.

But what exactly does this picture mean?

Could it be a knowledge board similar to Bai Xiaosheng's Jianghu Atlas? Help me record the ghosts in the world and leave unscrupulous merits for ghost hunters in the future.

Waterfa!?

Dude, I'm going to make a name in history!

In the future, I went to the underworld, slapped the bad card on the table of King Qin Guang, and told others that there are hundreds of ghosts in this book, all of which are my merits, you can simply give me a promotion!

It's a little exciting to think about!

However, I didn't wait for the excitement to continue to study the peculiarities of the negative syndrome.

"Bang dang!"

A plastic stool was thrown out of the small supermarket and smashed on the opposite wall in a rough second, and then a middle-aged man's voice came from the small supermarket, and Zhang Fei shouted: "What are you crying wolf at night...... It's going to scare me to death...... Woowoo...... I miss home...... Woowoo...... There are ghosts! There are ghosts singing in the middle of the night! I'm going to call the police...... Right! Call the police!"

"Watt ......"

I just remembered that there were living people living in this neighborhood, so I hurriedly closed the bad certificate and ran over the wall.

Wait for ten minutes to run through the streets in the dark.

I found a corner, took my Yin Difference Card back into the space backpack, and nervously took out a copy of Chu Jiang Palace's Yin Difference Card and opened it.

"Huh? Why is it different from mine? ”

I carefully flipped through this book, which was originally owned by a C-class negative certificate, and found that there was no abnormality like my negative certificate, which was very ordinary.

"This is really weird!"

I muttered about taking back the Yin Difference Certificate of Chu Jiang Palace, and began to think quietly, this Yin Difference Certificate was given to me by Gou Chang, could it be that Gou Chang knew that I had a big secret, and even looked very similar to his brother Zhao Chenghan, the king of hatred, and deliberately gave me this Yin Difference with special functions, seeking a bigger conspiracy.

Or is it possible to say...... This Yin Bad Card is a personal magic weapon given to Gou Chang by the King of Hatred, so it has this function.

That's really not ordinary! You have to make good use of it!

If I am cautious in obtaining the treasure, I decide that I can't easily expose the bad card in front of outsiders in the future, otherwise if I let others see this weirdness, like a fantasy novel, playing a trick to kill people and seize the treasure, it will be a bad dish.

Well, you have to be a little bit angry, as the so-called wealth is not exposed!

Humming a happy song, I walked out of the corner with my hands behind my back and checked my fear level, which had accumulated 12,889 points.

I feel like I'm doing the right thing!

Although some ghosts are really pitiful, but buddy, if I want to live, I must not have a conscience, and I will die with a conscience.

I wanted to continue looking for the next one, but suddenly I reflected on how much I had to do it, and it took time and effort to find it one by one, and if something went wrong, I didn't scare people and make them bite me in turn.

Aren't you confused?!

No way!

You can't start with the quality! You have to start with the quantity!

I glanced at the lonely ghost standing next to the trash can, took two steps forward, summoned the ghost king mask alone, and shouted: "Do you think I look like a ghost?!"

"Hell!"

The lonely soul and wild ghost who was cultivating his self-cultivation saw such an unsightly ghost face, and he was frightened and jumped up in an instant, shouting for help while fleeing in embarrassment, without the slightest courage and consciousness to be a ghost.

"Cut! Contemporary lonely souls and wild ghosts are really useless!"

I majestically took back the mask of the ghost king, and went to inspect the fear value generated by the lonely soul and wild ghost, which increased by ten points, which means that for me now, an ordinary lonely soul and wild ghost is only worth ten fear points.

If you want to gather thousands of lonely ghosts together.

In a scare, you must not have a minimum of 50,000 fear points!

When the time comes, all the small amount will be converted into Yangshou.

Do I still have to do any bullshit system tasks?

Do I still have to live or die to obey the will of the system mother?

Directly immortal in the yang world is invincible, there is wood!

This practice can be had! A must have!

But how do you gather so many ghosts?

I stood on the side of the street and pondered the props I could use.

Let's be honest.

When the master goes out to catch ghosts, it is either a robe with a peachwood sword, or a robe with a wooden fish or a staff or something, regardless of whether he is a liar or not, how can he say that it looks like that!

To me?

A mask for cos, a rag sheet that can wrap around the body, and a microphone for KTV microphones. With just these three pieces of equipment, you say that you are a master ghost hunter, and you definitely don't have people to believe it!

It's almost the same to say that he is mentally retarded from a mental hospital.

"Smack!"

I thought about it and came up with an answer, then summoned the lucky dice, threw them into the air, and then took them in the palm of my hand and spread out my palms.

"Six o'clock...... Walking shit luck ......"

Believing it, I was satisfied enough to take back the lucky dice, and took a step, using my memory to pick a place suitable for such an act.

I happily walked all the way to the Flood Control Memorial Square located on the south bank of the Matsuha River.

This square can be said to be the largest limited entertainment square in the whole Songdong City, young people like to come here, the elderly come here after dinner, single dogs and beautiful women like to come here, and they like to come here when they come out in groups.

It is also the second most famous spot in Songdong City.

The folk jargon is: "Let's go, go up to the river and take a walk!"

During the day, not to mention the crowds, it is also full of people.

At this time in time, there are no people...... There is a little greenery in the streets, the air quality is clear, and you can hear the sound of the river lapping on the bank.

I took a sip of the canned cold beer I bought at the 24-hour vending machine, stood on the shore, looked at the blurred scenery on the opposite shore, and suddenly had the illusion that the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and the strong man was gone.

"Ah~"

I burped, drank the rest of the beer in the jar in one gulp, lit a cigarette, and decorated it with the smell of alcohol and smoke, and my eyebrows were crumbling as if they would be completely extinguished in the next second.

"If you don't play big, how can you turn over?"

I staggered back to the sidewalk in the guardrail of the riverbank, and walked down the sidewalk to the widest square.

Standing at the top of the four steps of the square, I stepped on the cigarette butt, summoned the net cloud suppression microphone, and sang in the middle of the night when no one was around, in front of the lonely ghosts wandering in twos and threes: "Sleep ~ Sleep ~ Please don't hesitate anymore!" Let's sleep~Let's sleep~Forget all the sorrow~"

The tone is rather eerie.

It's like pouring out all the comfort before death comes.

It seems to encourage the deceased to accept death with peace of mind.

It seems to comfort the souls of those who have been dead for many years and have suffered a lot.

"Let me take you home~"

"When the funeral song sounds~"

After I finished singing these words calmly, my voice suddenly changed, and I pulled my neck and howled in an exaggerated parssopra: "Sleep! Go to sleep! Sleep!"

"Let go of all the origins, grievances, wishes~"

"You will forget the pain ~ You will forget the restlessness ~"

"Let black and white, right and wrong drift away with the wind~"

"The inevitability of going to greet you~"

……

Black, white, green, red, purple, yellow.

Tall, short, chubby, skinny, thick, thin.

All kinds of styles, all kinds of ways of dying, echoing each other from afar.

Lonely ghosts with no end in sight followed.

They either look calm, or their eyes are confused, or their faces are painful, or their bodies and limbs are uncoordinated to convey uneasy signals, or they let out all kinds of ghost howls like wolf howls, or they merge with the melody of the song, and indulge emotions that they have not dared to indulge in before.

I stood in place with my eyes closed, the corners of my mouth curled up with secret joy, and the singing never stopped more attentively: "I am willing to burn my soul and sing the last song~ I am willing to bear the pain and all the wounds~ I am willing to let time bury this story~ I am willing to be forgotten by the world with you~ Sleep!" Sleep!"

It's really a song of broken liver and intestines, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world.

The lonely ghosts were deeply affected by my singing, and refused to leave, silently waiting for the next while looking forward to finding a "home" in the gloomy sun.

"Erebati! Welcome to Zhao Dacang's underworld concert!"