Although this old man is a ghost, he is really good.

What's more, if he hadn't dug me out of the snow, the devil knows how long I'd have been lying here.

So when I saw his trembling steps, I couldn't help but feel pity. At that moment I shouted, "Old village chief! ”

The old village chief turned his head to look at me and said with a smile: "What's wrong?" Is there anything else you don't understand? ”

I took two steps forward and whispered; "The old village chief saved me once, and there was no way to repay me. This rune is given to you. ”

I stretched out my hand and tapped lightly on the old village chief's forehead, and a curved rune was printed on the old village chief's head.

When that rune first appeared, it attracted the surrounding yin qi, only to hear the wind whistling, and countless yin qi followed the rune into the old village chief's body.

This is a Yin Gathering Talisman invented by the Dayu Dynasty specifically for the heroic soul. As long as there is a heroic soul that is about to disperse, as long as you print the Yin Gathering Talisman, you can stabilize the soul and absorb the surrounding Yin Qi to strengthen yourself.

As long as it's not too severe, it can basically recover about the same.

The old village chief only felt that his mind was unprecedentedly light, and the feeling of drowsiness in the past suddenly became extremely sober, not only that, but even the yin qi on his body had solidified a lot.

Although it is still not as powerful as the evil spirit, it has gotten rid of that shaky and illusory feeling.

The old village chief was pleasantly surprised and said loudly: "You...... Are you a ghost writer? Oh, my God! ”

He fell to the ground with a pop, his whole body trembling, and he didn't know whether he was excited or scared.

I hurriedly helped him up and said with a wry smile: "Why should the old village chief be like this? You are my savior, how can you bow down to me? ”

"I learned this rune on the battlefield, and now I use it, isn't it just right for everyone? What's more, I'm a deserter, how can a deserter be called a ghost writer? ”

I helped the old village chief up and said with a smile: "Repay him with a plum and give him a peach." You save my life, I will help you once, if you do this again, how can I be at ease? ”

Probably thinking of my identity as a "deserter", the panic on the old village chief's face gradually disappeared, and he said apologetically: "No matter what, you know ghost script, and you are always much stronger than low-level ghosts like us. ”

"In this case, you can rest here first, and then take you back to the village when we are done with our work. I don't dare to let you do the mining thing. ”

Although I don't admit that I am a ghost writer, those who understand ghost literature are high-level in this ignorant land. Even in their eyes, I only know one rune, and it is still their unattainable existence.

Originally, I was thinking that I would take a break and come here to dig some soul stones, so as to leave some property for myself. But now no one dares to persuade me to go to the construction site.

Just kidding, let a ghost who knows ghost writing dig up soul stones? Who thinks they're dying long?

Everyone looked at the old village chief enviously, and when they looked at me again, their eyes were already full of awe. It wasn't until the old village chief shouted that everyone became nervous again.

I took a closer look, and found that the Yin Spirits were very strange when they dug the Soul Stone, they didn't have shovel tools, they only used the Yin Qi on their bodies to penetrate into the ground, and then used the Yin Qi to soak through the ore, split and drag it out of the ground.

The whole process actually requires the spirit of the Yin Souls, after all, the soul stones are buried deep in the ground, and they cannot be easily excavated.

My heart moved, and I immediately understood why these villagers were so miserable and emaciated, most of them were illusory and on the verge of collapse.

If nothing else, as long as anyone has to spend their energy every day, it is estimated that they will not live long.

Actually, I didn't know that in the beginning, the villagers all went underground to search for soul stones. It's just that in the past three years, in order to prepare for the war, the Ancestor of the Corpse has collected countless soul stones in advance.

Everyone has been doing it for a long time, and they have basically lost the ability to escape, there is no way, the spirit and energy are consumed too quickly, and they can't recover, so everyone has to take a break.

As for recovering yourself with soul stones? Just kidding, the soul stones dug up every day are not even enough for the collector, where can I use them myself?

The piece that I just saved was also taken out by the old village chief with gritted teeth.

In this case, who would dare to use the Soul Stone for themselves in private? Tired of being crooked?

I sighed softly, in fact, the world is like this, those who live at the bottom of the laborers, often the poorest.

Those who live in power at the top are often people who do not produce and do not divide the grain.

This is true of the world of the living, and so is the world of the dead.

I was thinking about it, but the ghosts on the construction site were in full swing. The palm-sized soul stone was split into the standard six-pointed star shape by them.

And then it's neatly stacked next to it.

Some palm-sized soul stones are pitch black in color, while others are gray. Others are simply off-white.

The darker the color of the soulstone, the better the effect. The lighter the color, the worse the effect. Those gray-white soul stones, which basically have a lot of impurities, are the worst raw ores.

Palm-sized soul stones were neatly piled up beside them, and there were about thirty of them. That's it, everyone has dug it out with all their might.

I saw that everyone was tired and listless, but I had to continue to work, and I felt a little unbearable.

I was thinking about whether to give everyone a yin gathering charm, but I heard a gust of yin wind, and a burst of laughter had drifted with the wind.

My eyes were like lightning, and when I turned my head to look, I realized that the entrance to the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls was located, and I don't know when there was a dark shadow.

The evil aura on the other side was awe-inspiring and extremely cold, so I immediately grabbed the black and white sword of life and death with my hand.

Almost at the same time, the light of the Yin and Yang Heavenly Mirror had swept past, and all the scenes on the other side were presented in the mirror.

I saw more than twenty Yin Spirits riding the Yin Wind and galloping towards this side. They were as fast as the wind, as fast as fire, and in an instant they were only four or five miles away from us.

The old village chief suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction where the ghosts had come. In the next second, he hurriedly said: "Quick! The collector is coming! ”

"How far are we? Hurry! ”

A yin spirit said with a sad face: "We are still more than forty yuan short!" Old village chief, this is miserable! We'll be beaten to death by the collectors! ”

The old village chief said angrily: "Then what are you still doing in a daze!" Dig one more soul stone, and we'll have one more chance! ”

The ghosts panicked, and then desperately escaped underground, trying to collect the soul stones and complete the task before the collector arrived.

But the collectors rode the wind and did it much faster than they thought. Just listen to an icy hum, and the wind swept by, creating a ripple of snowflakes on the ground.

The collector shouted: "Old man Cheng! ”

The old village chief hurriedly nodded and greeted him, and said respectfully: "Adult, adult, the little one is here!" ”

The collector said impatiently, "Don't talk nonsense! Is the mission complete? One hundred and eighty soul stones, one is missing, Lao Tzu will exchange your life for it! ”