When Shang Yan came to the blackboard, sure enough, the task of [Graveyard Opening] on the blackboard had been completed, and Shang Yan could receive the task reward.

Naturally, he didn't hesitate to click to get it, so he got a skill kit and a cemetery building blueprint.

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Graveyard Master Skill Library: Deceased Disguise [Mastery]

Deceased Disguise [Mastery]: Your body will begin to become stiff, spotted, cold, and stop breathing.

Architectural drawings of the cemetery

[Building Name]: Holy Water Collector

[Architectural Effect]: Transform with a ratio of 10 points = 1 drop of yang value.

[Building Condition]: Can only be used once

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"Uh...... "To be honest, the mission reward he got this time really made Shang Yan feel like he didn't know what to say.

It's too exciting, isn't it?

The skill of the deceased disguise [mastery] is completely to make himself a dead person, and he is also the kind that pretends to be a thief.

Putting aside the architectural drawings of the cemetery that fell out of the blackboard for the time being, Shang Yan walked to the bathroom mirror and began to use the skill he had just acquired.

With the help of the reflection in the mirror, Shang Yan saw that his skin began to become a little bluish, and patches of purple-red marks could be seen everywhere on his body.

Through the mirror, you can clearly observe that your eye mask is beginning to become cloudy, your lips are wrinkled, and the skin of your hands and feet has all appeared the kind of folds that have been soaked in water for a long time.

"It's a real dead man." Shang Yan touched his stiff muscles and couldn't help but sigh in surprise.

I look like this, and I can definitely pretend to be a dead person during the Midyear Festival.

Feeling that his nostrils and mouth were obviously not breathing, but he didn't feel a lack of oxygen at all, Shang Yan canceled the deceased disguise, and his body immediately returned to a normal state in just a few seconds.

Although he didn't know what this skill was for and what it could be used for, Shang Yan could only comfort himself that it was better than nothing, and maybe he would be able to use it one day.

Walking out of the bathroom and holding the architectural drawings of the cemetery in his hand, Shang Yan began to study what this holy water collector was.

On the drawing, there is a pompous-looking polychrome statue of a minotaur and a horse-headed man carrying a large glass vase.

The mouth of this glass bottle is tilted down at a forty-five degree angle, and it seems that some holy water will flow out of this glass bottle.

And under the mouth of the bottle directly opposite the glass bottle, there was a thin imp holding a sea bowl two or three times larger than him, which was probably used to hold holy water.

At first glance, this cemetery building makes people feel that the area should be not small, and the relationship between the statue shape is too conspicuous, and it is easy to attract the curiosity of others when placed outside, so Shang Yan decided to build it on the first floor of the old mansion.

Walking to the first floor with the architectural drawings of the cemetery, Liao Jin, a group of Maoshan disciples, surrounded them idly and had nothing to do, and asked Shang Yan curiously one by one, and Shang Yan who asked was upset.

This couldn't help but give him the idea of building a roof in the backyard, so that the sun could not shine on the cemetery, and the ghosts of these Maoshan disciples could work day and night in their respective posts.

But Shang Yan thought about it carefully, and felt that it was inappropriate to do so, sunlight is something that everything in nature needs, even if it is a cemetery, it is definitely not advisable to flourish and decline.

Like the Dongmu Town Cemetery, which is a north-facing position, it can be exposed to the sun on a sunny day, and instead of blocking the sun, Shang Yan should think of a way to let these ghosts who have been sealed by themselves have something to do in the daytime.

"You guys, all go to the bathroom." Shang Yan said unceremoniously.

"No, there are too many of us, and we can't squeeze into the bathroom."

", you're ghosts now, and any physical collisions and physical overlaps have nothing to do with you, so let me go to the bathroom for a while." Shang Yan said unusually toughly.

Although these Maoshan disciple ghosts were reluctant, they had no choice but to float into the bathroom one by one at Shang Yan's request.

Shang Yan stepped forward to close the door, and then pasted the peace charm on the door and wall, so that the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples inside could not come out for the time being.

Not afraid of 10,000, just in case, for the magical effect of the cemetery architectural drawings that will suddenly conjure things, Shang Yan does not want other existences other than himself to know.

People can't do it, and neither can ghosts.

When the ghosts of Maoshan disciples were all taken away by himself, Shang Yan picked an open place on the first floor and used the architectural drawings of the cemetery in his hand.

In an instant, the statue on the drawing appeared vividly in front of Shang Yan's eyes.

This is a statue that is more than two meters high, and the width can not be seen visually, and the bull-headed and horse-headed people who carry the glass bottle Shang Yan directly default to the bull-headed horse face, after all, this kind of cow-horse combination is rare, and it is closest to the bull-headed horse face.

The large glass bottle on the shoulders of the two of them was inlaid with colorful glazed stones, which exuded a dazzling luster even if there was no direct sunlight.

The little ghost holding the sea bowl is also very interesting, with a small body, wearing a tattered cloth coat, although his face is hideous and ugly, but it inexplicably makes people feel very funny when they look at it.

"This holy water collector looks like a work of art, where is it operated?" Shang Yan touched his chin and began to circle around the statue.

After a while, he found out what the problem was, and saw that there were two numbers on the clothes behind the bull's head and horse's face, 60 and 0 each.

It is in line with the situation that the yang value of the cemetery is 60 at this time, and there is not a drop of holy water.

Shang Yan stretched out his hand and patted the 0 on the back of the horse's face, and suddenly the colored light of the glass bottle bloomed, and a drop of golden-colored water flowed out of the glass bottle, dripping along the edge of the bottle mouth into the sea bowl directly below.

The sound of the holy water falling bowl is extremely loud, like a wind chime, crisp and pleasant.

The numbers behind the bull face then changed to 50 and 1.

"Such a small drop of holy water actually costs 10 yang points, I have done so many tasks before, and all the yang energy rewards together are not enough to produce a milliliter." Shang Yan squatted next to the sea bowl, his eyes fixed on the golden-colored holy water in the bowl.

Although I don't know what the effect of this holy water is, since it is a product of the cemetery building, it will definitely not go anywhere.

Shang Yan walked to the bathroom, tore off all the peace charms on the wall and door panel, and then opened the door to notify the ghosts of the Maoshan disciples inside.

"What the hell, so mysterious."

"It's just that it's too boring in the bathroom, and next time I recommend changing it to a kitchen."

"Wow! What is this, I didn't have it before. Liao Jin looked at the holy water collector in surprise, and hurriedly asked Shang Yan, "What did you do when we stayed in the bathroom?" ”

"Hey, secret."