There were a few black figures close by, and they could vaguely distinguish the strong aura of madness and fear on their bodies, as if they would bring misfortune if they got close.

As he walked along, a faint sound caught their attention.

It's like a hungry beast that suddenly smells blood.

A few black shadows suddenly turned their heads and walked towards this side quickly, staggering as if they were about to fall in the next second, but when he looked over, he saw that some kind of distorted and disobedient facial features slowly grew on the faces of those faceless black shadows.

The eyes were of different sizes, noses up, or mouths were crooked, like monsters pieced together from the fragments of countless corpses, and black blood was still oozing from the joints.

And this face is full of greed and terror at the moment.

"God's Blood ......"

"Good pure divine blood ......"

"Fresh Divine Blood ......"

"I really want to eat...... I want to eat it! ”

The low, unconscious murmurs came and went, like a spell, making people's minds throb and ache.

But soon they were blocked by a plant.

It was a strange blue-purple plant, half its height, covered with thick spikes like thorns, and topped with strange petals—

The shape of the long strip is thick and thin, and the appearance is more like the black and purple fingers of a rotting corpse, swaying slightly with the wind blowing from nowhere, as if beckoning to him, and the ominous aura escapes unscrupulously.

Plants are planted on both sides of the incense path he walks, densely lined in two rows, as if they are specially escorting his inheritance path.

Su Bai calmed his violently beating heart a little, and couldn't help but stop looking at the crazy ghosts on both sides who were blocked and still trying to grab him, and turned to look up.

At the far end, there were several black images comparable to the peaks of the mountains, standing quietly in the depths of the dense fog like giants standing up to the sky, without any movement for a long time, majestic and lonely.

There is no doubt that their casual movements can cause the earth to shake and the sky to fall apart.

He didn't know what those things were, but it was certain that he would never be able to provoke them right now.

Cautiously retracting his gaze, he continued to follow the incense stick's guidance. After a long time, the dilapidated ruins of a building finally came into view, blocking the already narrow path.

When you get closer, you can see that the building has been destroyed and corroded, and it is impossible to distinguish its original state, and the ground is littered with broken walls, broken bricks, and rotten beams and wood chips.

Accidentally stepped on a wooden plank, and suddenly like a soft foam, it collapsed and shattered, and it was completely rotten.

"This underworld is completely different from what I thought......

Su Bai looked around the ruins, stepping on the edge of the ruins step by step, with some contemplation in his eyes.

This is more like a ruin left behind by a strong artillery fire than a legendary underworld.

He could even vaguely smell the smell of gunsmoke in the air that had not gone away for thousands of years.

With a faint air of death and sorrow.

If it weren't for the guidance in his consciousness, he almost thought he was on the wrong track.

And at that moment, he caught a glimpse of a bright light in the ruins, and was stunned for a moment, and then without hesitation, he crouched down and dusted off the dust, and dug the thing out of the ground.

It's a token that's still in good condition.

A bronze forged token with the word "poor" written on the front and a picture carved on the back of a closed ghost gate.

The bronze door plaque is inlaid with two huge ghost heads, which seem to be laughing and crying, and the two pairs of half-open black hole ghost pupils seem to be staring directly at the outsider, making people feel creepy.

"This is the Ghost Token." Su Bai had a realization in his heart.

With it, I can be regarded as having a real ghost organization.

He looked closely, but suddenly noticed that the ghost head on the token seemed to move.

Those ghostly eyes suddenly turned and stared straight at him, bursting out with a strong black light!

His eyes stinged and quickly closed, and when the stinging pain subsided, he opened them again, and noticed that there was something strange in his body, and when he looked down, he found that his clothes had changed!

The original summer night short-sleeved robe has been transformed into an ancient silk robe as dark black as ink, with dark red mysterious patterns on the left and right, which looks very gloomy.

At the same time, his soul body has become more condensed than before, if it was like a wisp of green smoke before, now it is almost like a real person.

He tried to reach out, and the yin qi around him danced freely with his thoughts, manipulating it freely. He looked up, and his five senses were sharper and clearer than before, and the whispered meaningless murmurs of the dark shadows around him could be heard clearly.

A pair of dark eyes are as deep as an abyss, and it seems that even the light will be sucked into them, and no one can hide them.

Su Bai himself gave it a name - "Open Heavenly Eye".

As long as he opens the Heavenly Eye, the hallucinations of ordinary ghosts will be completely invalid for him!

Now I finally have a bit of a real ghostly appearance.

Not to mention, it's quite emotional.

But at the same time, a violent suction burst out of the token, as if it was drawing some kind of power directly from his soul, until he was a little dizzy.

Immediately, the ruins in front of him began to take on a new change.

In a puff of dust and smoke, the debris of the original ruins slowly dissolved.

Instead, accompanied by a burst of "rumbling" earthquakes that seemed to be thundering, dense cracks like cobwebs appeared on the dry ground in a blink of an eye, and countless black and rotten ghost hands poked out of the cracks in the ground, as if struggling and wailing for help.

Shocked, he subconsciously took a step back, thinking that he had broken some ancient seal and released the monster.

But soon, the smoke gathered in all directions, and it gradually condensed into a palace with a real appearance in mid-air, and then it fell with a bang, suppressing the ghosts underground!

The ghostly chirping came to an abrupt end.

After a long time, the smoke and dust in the sky gradually dissipated, and the cracks in the ground began to condense.

Only this small palace is left across the path.

Su Bai looked up, and there were two huge stone carved ghost heads with fangs hanging on the eaves instead of the original lanterns, and the ghost heads were half-open and half-closed, vivid, as if they were examining the people entering and leaving the temple gate.

On the door of the temple hangs a plaque with three large characters written in blood-red paint: "Errand Room".

He watched for a moment, then pushed the door in hand and entered.

The three-meter-tall wooden door was unexpectedly not heavy, as if he had just pushed it lightly, and there was a force behind the door that helped him open it.

When the door opened, the candles on the dark white walls inside also lit up automatically, dispelling the darkness.

The area of the basketball court in the hall is about half of the area, and the scope is not large, but the furnishings are quite complete.

Hanging from the doorway is a red cloth banner similar to that in the temple, inlaid with golden dragon patterns, depicting some incomprehensible spells, giving people a mysterious and solemn feeling.

Lift it and look inside.

There is a mural carved on the wall facing the door, which is suspected to be a legend of gods and ghosts, a god who soars through the clouds and emits golden light is whipping a blue-faced and fanged ghost wearing shackles on the ground, vividly, as if he will come out of the mural in the next second.

In front of the wall is a desk with a brush and inkstone and two dusty books.

On the left side against the wall, there are rows of shelves arranged from high to low, on which are densely displayed pieces of memorial tablets, but the names on them are blank, perhaps waiting for future generations to write them.

On the right, there are many erected shelves, and there are many empty spaces on them, and there are only three things on them.

An iron chain, a yellowed oil-paper umbrella, and a grimace mask.

"It's ...... New to gear? ”

Su Bai was overjoyed and immediately walked over to check.

He first mentioned the chain, and immediately had a corresponding message in his heart.

This object is called "Soul Chain", and it is a magic weapon used by ghosts to detain souls, as pointed by the arm. And there is the divinity of the underworld on it, as long as the difference in strength between the two sides is not too big, then treating ghosts is a suppressive treasure.

Then there's that grimace mask.

This grimace mask seemed to have been ripped off the face of a terrible ghost, with green fangs, and the touch felt like touching a piece of soft and rotten flesh, and it was a little stiff underneath.

But it looks bluffing, but the actual effect is only to cover the breath and face, which is better than nothing.

But for a living yin official like Su Bai who is still active in the yang world, it is indeed a little useful.

Then he turned his curious gaze to the oil-paper umbrella.