In order to survive, people in the world do everything they can, some people refine the corpse oil baby teeth, so that their souls can not return to the secluded mansion, in the form of raising little ghosts to ward off disasters, and this way is extremely anti-ophorous, and gradually abandoned by people, and then derived a new way, almost once and for all.

The birth of a substitute ghost is born for the rich, because it takes a lot of money to cultivate a substitute ghost, and it is necessary to slowly extract its three souls and seven spirits from an early age, pay attention to the coexistence of the dead ghost and the host, build an immortal bridge for the dead ghost, so that the qi connection between the substitute ghost and the host is generated, and then use the secret technique of stealing the sky and changing the sun to let the dead ghost block the evil for the host, or die.

"Number 18."

A mountain shrouded in mist, the world does not know that there is a Taoist temple on the peak, and this Taoist temple is a place for the rich to train ghosts for the dead.

At this moment, in the side hall of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man who did not wear a Taoist robe stood at the door, and there were dozens of hundreds of substitutes for the dead standing densely in the hall, each of which stood tall and tall, but there was no life in his eyes.

As the voice fell, a young ghost came out, like a walking corpse, with a lifeless look in his eyes.

The hall is full of finished substitutes, named after numbers, waiting for the host to summon.

The moment the middle-aged man turned around, the No. 18, who shouldn't have any expression, actually showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Bihai, you escort No. 18 down the mountain, the address is Jiangcheng Zhan's house, remember, don't hand over the ghost for the dead to them before you pay the final payment."

Standing in front of Bihai was a Taoist priest, dressed in a green shirt and robe, but there was no fairy wind and bones, but he was full of copper smell.

Seeing that Bihai did not respond, the Taoist priest raised his head, but saw that Bihai was surging blood in his mouth, and his chest was actually pierced from behind by a hand, which pinched Bihai's beating bloody heart.

Scapegoat...... Kill Bihai!

This is something that has never happened before.

The Taoist priest quickly woke up from the panic and raised his right hand, the ring finger from the middle finger up, the index finger hooked the ring finger, the fingertip pointing down, the thumb and little finger into the palm of the hand, and the middle finger facing up.

The name of this trick is King Kong, the Void Talisman, and there is a faint golden light flashing, but unfortunately he has not succeeded in the talisman, and the hand of No. 18 has already choked his neck.

The Taoist priest's eyes had an unconcealable horror, only listening to the sound of 'click', his head drooped weakly, and he didn't bat at a glance.

No. 18 shook off the corpse of the Taoist priest and walked to a wooden house covered with talismans, where all the three souls and seven spirits of the dead ghosts were imprisoned, and he was not affected by the talismans at all and walked in.

When he came out again, his eyes had regained their vitality, and there was a disdain in his expression.

Moving his bones and gurgling.

Everyone in the world has three souls and seven spirits, but he is three souls and eight spirits!

"Jiangcheng Zhan family, I'm here."

……

Sixteen years ago, Zhan Youjing's son had just turned two years old, and a Taoist priest suddenly appeared at his house, saying that his son had died early and would not live to be eighteen years old.

At that time, Zhan Youjing was still immersed in the happiness of having a son, and immediately swept the Taoist priest out of the house.

But it didn't take long for his son to begin to become extremely weak, a white fat boy, in less than half a month, he was already yellow and thin, and then Zhan Youjing had to contact the Taoist priest and spent a lot of money to raise a substitute ghost.

And today, when the ghost dies for his son, as long as his son's life is transferred to the ghost of the dead, his son will be able to survive.

When they saw a black car coming from a distance, Zhan Youjing unconsciously trotted forward, even if the car did not stop, Zhan Youjing did not have any complaints.

Two people got out of the car, one was blue sea, and there was a substitute for the dead ghost.

"Master Bihai, you are finally here, when can you start, my son is already dying." Zhan Youjing asked with a worried face.

Bihai was colorless, and said indifferently: "Now." ”

Zhan Youjing was a little strange, how could today's Bihai Master be lifeless, but this kind of cultivator can't be reasonable, so he doesn't dare to speculate.

Bringing the two to the villa, a sinister aura surged from the northwest evil position, and there was a rolling black cloud on the roof that was invisible to ordinary people, smiling disdainfully for the dead ghost.

When a girl saw this, she screamed.

"Zhan Ling'er, what are you doing?" Zhan Youjing scolded.

Zhan Ling'er is Zhan Youjing's daughter, at this moment, her face is pale, she has heard her family say that the ghost of the dead is a walking corpse without three souls and seven spirits, but why does the ghost in front of her laugh?

Walking into Zhan Shuyu's room, Bihai blocked everyone out of the door: "Wait." ”

Two simple words made more than a dozen members of the Zhan family dare not move, so they can only stand anxiously at the door and wait.

The ceiling of the room was densely packed with ghost-devouring ghosts, with their heads and necks hanging upside down, and their eyeballs protruding to look hideous.

They are born to devour people's yang energy, and the living environment of ghost devouring is extremely harsh, requiring an extremely yin environment.

There is a feng shui rockery in the southeast corner of the room, half a meter high, shrouded in a miasma, the landscape is a thing that gives birth to aura, but the water is a stagnant water, and the aura has turned into miasma.

In the northwest corner of the room, there is a clay figure covered with red silk, sitting cross-legged, the clay figure is not all clay sculptures, in the interior, it is composed of the bones of a March baby, and the yin resentment in the room is from this clay figure.

When the devourer saw the ghost of the dead, he opened his teeth and claws, as if he felt the threat from him.

The layout of this room is from the hands of Taoist priests, living in such an environment, no matter how good a person is, it is impossible to live for more than twenty years, no wonder Zhan Shuyu is young, but he is already skinny, like a dying person.

When the ghost of the dead appeared next to Zhan Shuyu, the connection between the two of them had an effect, and the bridge of immortality was built in the form of countless evil spirit skulls, but Zhan Shuyu couldn't see this scene, he only felt that the eyes of the ghost in front of him were so strange, he seemed to want to die by himself.

"I've lived for you for fifteen years, and then, it's time for me to live for myself."

The ghost of the dead said coldly, Zhan Shuyu's pupils flashed with horror, and he wanted to shout for help, but found that he couldn't open his mouth.

The Changsheng Bridge broke violently, and all of them were sucked into the body by the ghosts of the dead, and those ghosts turned into black fog and swarmed in, enveloping the whole person of the ghosts of the dead, and when the black fog dissipated, the appearance of the ghosts of the dead suddenly became Zhan Shuyu, and the real Zhan Shuyu was already a basket of dry bones!

"From today onwards, you are mine, help me take good care of these devouring ghosts." Now he thought it was Zhan Shuyu's substitute ghost who walked in front of the clay man and said lightly.

The clay figure, which was originally a dead thing, pulled the corners of his mouth upward, obviously laughing!

At this time, some of the more than a dozen people in the Zhan family outside the room fainted, some sat on the ground in fright, and the few people who could barely support their bodies were all white and bloodless.

Master Bihai fell for no reason, and like a dead man, he had no life, and what was even more terrifying was that there was a hole in his chest and no heart!

How can a person who has no heart move, how can he speak!

Zhan Youjing's brain was no longer able to function normally, and he couldn't explain the situation in front of him at all.

"Our son, how is our son?" Zhan Youjing's wife suddenly yelled.

Zhan Youjing came back to his senses, and was ready to break in, no matter what Master Bihai died, but his son, there must be no accidents.

At this moment, the door of the room opened, and Zhan Shuyu walked out, completely like a normal person, and the group of people were dumbfounded.

"Shuyu, are you okay?" Zhan Youjing asked with a look of surprise.

Zhan Shuyu glanced at Bihai who fell to the ground, and said lightly: "Find a place in the back garden and bury him." ”

Everyone has a feeling at this moment, Zhan Shuyu seems to have completely changed as a person, giving people a strong sense of strangeness, even if it is ...... Even if he is exactly the same as Zhan Shuyu.

Seeing that everyone was stunned, Zhan Shuyu snapped his fingers, and the dead Bihai actually stood up again, this scene scared a few people again, even Zhan Youjing sat on the ground.

"Do you not sleep at night?" When Zhan Shuyu passed by Zhan Linger's side, he said in Zhan Linger's ear.

Zhan Ling'er was terrified, not only because the dead Bihai was following his brother, but also because why did he know about it!