Shen Xiaorong's proposal made my heart move. Vertices are updated the fastest

He has been reincarnated so many times, has always kept his memory, and has waited in the underworld for so many years, there is something to do with it. Such a person is definitely the best "coordinates".

However, Shen Xiaorong should have appeared many years later than Mo Wen. He's not the first ghost.

Shen Xiaorong saw a little bit of my thoughts, and persuaded again: "Are you looking for someone, or what kind of ghost are you looking for?" I know a lot of souls and I should be able to help you. Just put forward your conditions. I'll help you find the soul you're looking for. If you don't feel at ease, you can ask the young lady you met before to cast a spell. There are some spells of a contractual nature, which should be available in all countries. I'm okay with that. ”

Shen Xiaorong's attitude cannot be described as insincere. It's just begging for me, you want to help me anyway.

I knew he had other plans, and I knew that letting these ghosts out would bring hidden dangers.

However, the help that Shen Xiaorong can provide to me is really important.

As long as the whole world is restarted and the supernatural factors are erased from this world, no matter how much Shen Xiaorong calculates, no matter how strong his strength is, including the memories and experiences he has retained, it will be meaningless. To be exact, none of them exist. It doesn't exist from beginning to end.

I really don't have to worry about what tricks Shen Xiaorong will have.

The only question is whether Shen Xiaorong can find a soul that is so far away.

I thought about it for a moment and asked, "What time period can you find souls?" ”

Shen Xiaorong pondered for a moment, "Basically, I can find the soul of each time period for you." He joked, "There wasn't that time in Genesis." As long as human civilization is established, the state will appear...... I know a soul from an ancient dynasty in the third millennium B.C. There is no record in the history of that dynasty. ”

I frowned.

"Rest assured, what he said is true. There is no record among the living, but there are people among the dead who remember. The people of the underworld remember. Shen Xiaorong assured me, "He is the king of the Mo Dynasty, who ordered the construction of an underground royal city, but an earthquake struck, causing the entire dynasty to fall overnight, and there was no chance to save himself." ”

Shen Xiaorong sighed at this time about other people's affairs.

He was very guilty, he kept blaming himself, he never left the underworld, and he never reincarnated. So, if you want to meet him, it should be easy. He should have followed the other ghosts of the underworld to the human world. I'll help you find ......."

His words ended, and he looked at my face.

I don't think something is quite right.

If Mo Wen is the first ghost to be born in this world, then judging from the experience of Mo Wen that I have seen, as well as some of the sect ancestors that Xuan Qing Zhenren said, the dynasty they are in is not so primitive, and it cannot be something that happened in the third millennium BC.

In other words, the soul that Shen Xiaorong knows is older than Mo Wen. He didn't become a ghost, he just stayed in the underworld and didn't go to reincarnation.

Finding such a soul may not change the whole world.

The point in time I needed was the time when ghosts appeared, and it was the point in time when the world deteriorated.

Shen Xiaorong asked, "Who are you looking for?" Fixed someone? ”

He was misunderstood.

I don't have complete trust in Shen Xiaorong, and I can't tell Ye Qing's plan with me.

A person like Shen Xiaorong who can make a deal with a ghost and reincarnate with a memory is probably a person who supports the existence of the supernatural. If there is really no supernatural factor, no ghosts, the underworld and reincarnation still exist, but everything starts again, Shen Xiaorong may not live so well.

I didn't answer at the first time, but I didn't dare to delay it too long. I was about to make up a nonsense when I heard a faint cry.

The kind of crying that belongs to the ghost is very clear.

In the dark night, it floats faintly, with resentment and unwillingness, which makes people creepy.

I looked at Shen Xiaorong in surprise.

Could it be that Shen Xiaorong can't even manage these ordinary ghosts in the Wanshou Cemetery?

I immediately realized that it was probably not the voice of the ghost of the Wanshou Cemetery.

I felt the yin energy.

Shen Xiaorong's face was also very wrong, and he suddenly seemed to have been stepped on and had a sore foot, revealing his ruthlessness.

He stood up, and the computer chair slid straight out.

"Woo...... Woowoo...... Woo......"

The crying continued.

There are women, children, and men in the voice. There are also different age groups.

The voices converged and got louder and louder.

That kind of crying is almost the same as the crying of the funeral procession.

I heard one of the babies crying, and looked at Shen Xiaorong in even more surprise.

"Wow, wow"

The baby girl's cry was terrible and loud, lingering in the quiet factory grounds.

The ghosts of the Wanshou Cemetery seemed to be frightened, and screams came from inside the factory.

In the dark, the lights were lit up, and the lights flickered, like poor quality light bulbs with bad contact, and it was as if someone had deliberately turned the lights on and off.

I saw some shadows in the window.

The shadow of the ghost.

But the ghosts were running for their lives, crying and mourning, flashing past the window.

There was chaos, ghosts were scurrying, yin qi was also scurrying, and the cry had not stopped. In the excitement, there is a trace of eerie and weird.

I looked at Shen Xiaorong in silence.

"Excuse me." Shen Xiaorong said solemnly.

His figure flashed, and I had to follow him. It's just that one is active and the other is passive.

Shen Xiaorong looked at me in surprise, but only nodded slightly, "It's okay if you want to follow along." After dealing with this, you should have more confidence in my abilities. ”

Shen Xiaorong's mind was obviously not on me, and he didn't expect that I had to follow him at all.

He is now in the factory. There is an assembly line in the factory building on the first floor.

With a click, the assembly line was running. But there's no material, no goods, just the machines are idling.

A ghost rushed out of the corner and passed through the assembly line.

I couldn't understand what the assembly line was all about, but I saw a metal pipe sticking out of the machine with a "bang" sound. There must have been air coming out of the front of the metal pipe, perhaps it was originally used for painting or something.

The ghost happened to run by here, and when he saw Shen Xiaorong, he seemed to have seen a savior, revealing a look of joy. Before he could make a sound from his open mouth, something sprayed on him.

The metal assembly line didn't hinder his steps, but the lack of air hurt him greatly.

I saw him fall to the ground all at once, covering his squirted eyes and rolling all over the ground.

"Ahh Ahhhh

He raised his hand, not daring to touch his face. The face was unrecognizable, red and blistered, as if it had been burned by the heat.

His eyes were swollen and he couldn't see, his whole face was rotten, and his skin and muscles seemed to melt and slide down.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"

There was laughter coming from behind the assembly line, it was the laughter of boys.

"Shen Youkang." Shen Xiaorong shouted majestically.

I saw a little boy in a period costume with his hair loose sitting on top of the machine.

His hair obscured his face, and as he slowly looked up, a face was revealed.

Like the ghost on the ground, it was an unrecognizable face.

"Cousin, I'm so miserable...... I'm so miserable...... Why did my brother pour oil on my face, but I had to be hanged by my father? Why? Is it because he's a sick kid like you? Is it possible that he could be you? The boy's voice grew grim and turned into a gruff growl.

Bang!

There was a loud noise on the assembly line.

The lights in the factory were turned off, and the ghost's cry stopped.

I felt a yin wind blowing from behind me.

As soon as I turned around, and with a bang, I heard something heavy falling beside me.