"Fellow Daoist, what exactly have you done to my junior disciples? Why did they suddenly become like that. Liao Jin asked solemnly.

Shang Yan said: "Don't worry, I don't mean to harm you, this is just a kind of help for you." ”

"Help?"

"You have become ghosts, now that no one has opened the ghost door, you will not be able to go to the ghost world, you can only stay in the world, as ghosts, you are completely a qi existence, if you do not absorb yin and yang, sooner or later you will have to dissipate in heaven and earth.

And absorbing the yin energy, you will gradually lose your mind and become an evil ghost who can only do evil, and absorbing the yang energy will make you have the premise of harming innocent people, as a disciple of Maoshan, you will definitely not want to do this kind of thing.

Now the solution is here, as long as you are willing to stay in my cemetery and do not go against the principle to absorb yin and yang energy, you can also maintain your soul body from dissipating. ”

Liao Jin said: "What you said is true? ”

Shang Yan said: "I don't have to lie to you. ”

"So those junior brothers of mine were dragged by you to do things?"

"Almost, five of them are cemetery guards who guard the cemetery, and three are cemetery ghosts who go out to hunt down lonely ghosts."

Liao Jin said: "Then why don't you just arrange an errand for everyone, and leave the four of us to do here." ”

Shang Yan said: "The reason why the four of you are left without assignment is because there are three buildings in my cemetery that are still under construction, and there will be four more important positions that need to be put on your posts at that time." ”

Wei City, Yin Spirit Terrace, and Moon Worship Well are all under construction at the moment, among which Wei City needs two [Nightmare City Management], Yin Spirit Terrace needs a Yin Spirit Terrace Sacrifice Wine, and Moon Worship Well needs a Moon Worship Well Sacrifice Wine, which adds up to exactly four posts.

For not having to absorb yin and yang qi, and still being able to maintain the soul body, this kind of good thing is naturally expected by the disciples and ghosts of Maoshan Mountain, but this is just what Shang Yan said verbally, whether this is the case or not, Liao Jin is still skeptical.

Shang Yan was now injured in the back, and he came downstairs not only to see what had become of the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples after being canonized, but also to see how the three buildings appeared.

The three buildings are located on the left side of the old house, near the direction of Qingyang Mountain, and Shang Yan can see it when he walks out of the door and turns a corner.

In the dark night, three strange objects that seemed to be wrapped in paint and oil were standing on the ground, and no matter how you looked at them, you couldn't tell what they were.

If it weren't for Shang Yan's doing, he wouldn't dare to imagine that this was the Nightmare City, the Yin Spirit Terrace, and the Moon Worship Well.

Judging from the creeping velocity of these three objects, it should be a while before they are fully formed.

"It's so heavy." Liao Jin said to one of them.

Shang Yan remembered this group, this was the location of the Nightmare City.

Since he had finished reading all the things that should be watched, Shang Yan was tired after being busy back and forth for so long, so he immediately beckoned Liao Jin and the other ghosts, and went back to the room to sleep.

Following.

Shang Yan woke up automatically early in the morning, not because he suddenly changed his habits, but because his body was numb from sleep.

Maintaining a sleeping position for a long time, Shang Yan only felt that half of his face had lost sensation, and there was a panicked pain in his chest and abdomen.

So he gave up his sleepiness and got up from his bed to write a letter.

Regarding the matter of the big demon in the depths of Qingyang Mountain, Shang Yanxin still has a very B number in it, and he knows that he can't get involved in this matter, because it's useless to mix.

More than a dozen Maoshan disciples have been exterminated, what can his three-legged cat's work be.

Therefore, it is important to hurry up and send it to the Maoshan Master for help.

Lazily and lazily wrote down the things Liao Jin confessed and the names of the ghosts of the more than ten Maoshan disciples who died, Shang Yan got up and washed up, and planned to get dressed and go to the post office in the town to send a letter.

Although there are many people who have used the business of sending letters this year, after all, how can there be WeChat, buttons, and fast and convenient text messages, but Dongmu Town still retains this kind of service, which can be regarded as retaining the small tail of the last century.

Of course, Shang Yan knew that the post office was still there, not because he wanted to miss the past, but because the postal industry boss still existed.

Holding the white paper with the content of the request for help, Shang Yan walked out of the house, but the first thing that caught his eyes was three Maoshan disciple ghosts wearing dark blue official uniforms, and they were cuffing three lonely souls and wild ghosts with extremely dim souls.

Two men and one woman.

"My lord, the three of my subordinates captured three lonely ghosts wandering around last night, please send them down." A Maoshan disciple ghost said.

Shang Yan sweated profusely: "Don't be so literate, talk well, be normal." ”

"Yes."

Looking at the three lonely souls and wild ghosts, Shang Yan said casually: "You look at them first, and I'll go out." ”

"Yes."

The newly captured ghosts can be arranged in other positions, which solves the problem of Shang Yan's current lack of subordinates.

And with the Baojia Gong Wang Houzhao and Lu Gong Lu Zhiqiao, these ghosts + Maoshan disciples and ghosts are estimated to be unable to set off any storms, Shang Yan can rest assured.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

Just as Shang Yan was on his way to the post office in Dongmu Town, his mobile phone suddenly rang with a WeChat prompt, but someone sent him a message.

Shang Yan hurriedly clicked on it and saw that the person who sent the message turned out to be the rich second-generation Yue Yun who drove a Lamborghini before.

"Why did this guy take the initiative to come to me early in the morning, something must have happened." Shangyan Dark Road.

[Yue Yun has no Peng]: Master, are you there?

[ゞlie 市昰then 麼殇メ]: Say.

Originally, Shang Yan was very satisfied with his previous WeChat name, but not long ago, his mother suddenly called him to change his name, otherwise he would take advantage of others every day.

There is no way, Shang Yan can only use a non-mainstream screen name that sounds good on Baidu on the Internet to make his screen name more low-key.

At the same time, Shang Yan also replaced his personal signature.

【`.. 尋找箛單Dê快樂┈. ゙噯情___Dê丗堺Lì沒冇媰對吥起who. 、隻迶誰/啱╭〉吥Understand who is sorry for ___↘ω.*!]

At this time, Shang Yan had already arrived at the door of the post office, so he walked into the house and picked out the envelope and stamps.

[Yue Yun Wupeng]: Master, can you come to my house if you are free? I've encountered a very strange thing here, you can tell me a price, and I'll transfer it to you now.

【ゞLie 唁縂昰 then 麼殇メ】: Immediately?

[Yue Yun Wu Peng]: Yes, turn around immediately.

【ゞLie 市昰 then 溼殇メ】: No, what I'm asking is that I have to go to your house right away? This is in a hurry?

[Yue Yun has no Peng]: Urgent! It's too urgent!