I hid behind a crooked-necked tree at the end of the street, and turned on my sense power to sense that there was a ghost on the street.

This ghost is different from ordinary lonely ghosts.

It is one of the most miserable realms.

Ordinary lonely ghosts can't find their own home, and even wear out over time, forgetting who they are, leaving only the instinct of being a ghost.

And this ghost is much more confused than ordinary lonely ghosts, they know where their home is, they know that their home is in that far away, and they will take the initiative to find their way home. As long as you can return to your hometown, you can be reincarnated.

But the wind and rain will obscure their eyes, blur and disturb their consciousness, and make them lose their way again and again, try again and again to find their way home, give hope and be full of disappointment.

In this realm of death, there is no end to sinking.

This kind of ghost is recorded in books and is commonly known as delusional ghost.

In the early years, some local customs were to hold a black umbrella at home and hang black, which represented the death of immediate family members, and used the black umbrella to summon spirits and guide them to return to their hometown.

With the exception of the black umbrella, they retain the cause of their death and wear red and purple, with red tunics for male ghosts and red cheongsam for female ghosts.

To be honest, I sympathize with this kind of ghost, but then again, this kind of ghost is extremely harmful. If someone happens to be in their way, they will pass through the body, and the person who passes through the body will be seriously ill for at least a month, and in severe cases, they may die.

Therefore, it is not against heaven to take them as prey.

I pinned the cloud suppression microphone to the chest of my clothes to stabilize it, and then summoned the Ghost King Cloak, keeping my body motionless while activating the flying skill of the Ghost King Cloak, floating into the air like a delusional ghost, as if I was looking for a way home in confusion.

"Guikuala~"

The delusional ghost is in the straight streets, shouting the dialect of his hometown, while guiding himself along this road that I don't know how many times I have walked.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

I'm barely wealthy now, so I'm not too concerned about the fear of flying skill burning, and I coughed lightly twice and didn't attract the attention of the delusional ghost, so I simply stayed in the air one meter in front of the delusional ghost.

"Gui Kwara~"

The delusional ghost still staggered forward with her crotch split, as if there was only one movement in front of her eyes and in the mind of Chaos.

"The Eighteenth Day of the First Month~"

I double-clicked on my temples to summon the ghost king mask, pressed my throat, and sang with the weird singing voice of Cantonese opera and not Cantonese opera, Peking opera and not Peking opera, and chanted through the amplification function of the network cloud suppression microphone: "Zodiac auspicious day ~ sorghum lift ~ lift on the red dress ~ one foot one hate ~ hurriedly carry ~"

"Boasting ......"

This song that can mobilize the emotions of the ghost king reached the ears of the delusional ghost, and the delusional ghost stopped at this moment, lifted the corner of the black umbrella, revealed an ignorant eye, and looked up with a smile of expectation to find the source of this similar country sound.

I covered my face with the mask of the ghost king, and the moment she looked up, I also seized the opportunity to bow my head, stopped singing and said in a deep voice: "Do you think I look like a ghost!?"

"Ding......

The system prompt sounded reluctantly.

The system's mother interjected urgently: "Naughty little Yinyin, let's both sleep in autumn~ Ignore this little king and eight calves~"

Your uncle's! What the hell is it to ignore the little king and eight calves?

You're so skilled in the Northeast dialect!

I complained in my heart in surprise, and then I noticed the delusional ghost who was successfully intimidated by my skills.

"Return to ......"

The delusional ghost stood in place, his body trembling uncontrollably, even the slogan he had been saying was stuck, his palm was actually relaxed, and the umbrella he had held tightly fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the delusional ghost fell to his knees on his legs, crawling forward in the muddy streets little by little, his lips not opening but uttering hollow Mandarin: "I want to go home...... I want to go home...... It's so cold here. ”

I canceled the flying ability of the ghost king's cloak, stepped on the ground with strong feet after falling, stood indifferently in front of the delusional ghost, took off the microphone, continued to pretend to be a false voice, and sang in Northeast Cantonese: "Lang is in the heart, and the concubine is in the broken intestines." The grievances are known, and it is not easy to separate when you meet! I regret it too late, I don't know if the phoenix is happy with its wings that day, and I remember whether the butterfly is gracious. Brother knows himself, and regrets whether the old love is gone, and whether he has a mother and no father, an orphan. Guess you~ You snooped on me again and became sick for a long time~ Not enough will be sad for you everywhere~"

Delusion crawls with my song.

I stepped back with my song.

The orange cat gave me a disgusted look, then shook his mind and forgot about the small dried fish that had just appeared, jumped off the eaves, and found a place to go to someone's house.

"I ......"

The color of the red cheongsam worn by the delusional ghost faded by three points, and he gasped and said the old-fashioned lines: "I died so miserably...... I died so miserably......"

"Well, you're dying a miserable death."

There was no fluctuation in my heart, and I was distracted by the crazy growth of fear, and I wanted to laugh without conscience.

"I want to go home...... I want to go home......"

The delusional ghost regained a trace of clarity in his eyes, and no longer crawled forward, but held his head in his hands to endure the painful memories awakened from the depths of his memory by the singing: "I married here from thousands of miles away...... Who would have thought ...... That's how it will end...... Ahh......h It's because I can't stand you...... I knew I would have listened to you...... It shouldn't have been...... Regret not being at the beginning! ”

"Alas!"

I shook my head, and saw that the fear value had collected nearly 3,000 points, and then finally took back the ghost king mask with a conscience, and sang with pity with a net cloud suppression microphone: "There are a hundred kinds of sorrow in humanity, and the most bleak is a foreign land...... People say that the farthest way is the way home......"

"Woo woo woo ......"

The delusional ghost sobbed without tears.

"Yes or no!"

I finished singing the song, retracted the microphone and prepared to turn around and leave to look for the next one. But at this time, the space backpack actually reacted, as if something was calling my name and asking me to take him out of the space backpack.

What's the situation?

I rummaged through the space backpack and found something that called me, it was a badge with my name on it, and after I didn't get it in my hand, the cover of the badge flowed a few golden rays, and I opened it myself without my control.

The second page of the bade card is empty.

According to the routine, the yin difference certificate not only represents the identity, but also should record the merits accumulated by the yin in the yang, so as to facilitate the subsequent registration of the official in the prefecture.

But after all, this bad card is from the hand of Gou Changzai.

There's not even a single chicken feather on it, and I've never taken so-called merit seriously. But anyway, if you catch the soul of lust and kill people, you should give me some rewards for your performance!

Wait a minute...... Where did Meng Shou'an go?

I seem to ...... Wrong! I didn't go to him after he died!

Thinking of this, the second page of the Yin Cha Badge changed, and the day before yesterday, when there was no pen to write, he actually drew a few lines by himself.

"Qin Guangdian's quasi-rank Ding and other yin Zhao cannons, and Qin Guangdian and other yin and poor Meng Xuan'an jointly killed the people who were making trouble in the yang world. Its main merit is the third-class yin difference Meng Oath, so it is rewarded to the quasi-rank Ding and other yin difference Zhao cannon, with fifty merit points. ”

After reading these lines, I was completely dumbfounded, so that I understood that Meng Xuan'an was not in danger of life, and he especially knew that the person was dead, so he secretly went to the underworld to invite meritorious deeds and won a first-class meritorious service.

Then make a shameless special mark that I am collaborative!

Okay, this little abacus is really slippery!

You wait for me to see you again, if I don't peel you off, I won't be surnamed Zhao!

The badge shook violently in my hand, and I almost got out of my hand.

I turned around and faced the delusional ghost in confusion, and when I looked at the bad card, I seemed to understand some of the reasons.

"Do you want this delusional ghost?"

I muttered in confusion, the negative card automatically turned to the third page, the third page did not have the line grid of the second page, it was purely a large blank paper, but the desire to transmit it to me was stronger.

"What's the use of this thing?"

I compared the bad cards back and forth, and finally impatiently buckled backwards, letting the blank side of the paper rush towards the delusional ghost.

The situation changed at this moment.

"Watts?!"