Su Bai turned his hand to hold the oil-paper umbrella and twisted it slightly.

"Brush!"

The light around him seemed to be distorted, inexplicably much dimmer, on the contrary, there was a faint wisp of mysterious mist around him, slowly rotating around him.

At the same time, a trace of relevant information flowed into his mind.

"It can make ghosts not afraid of the threat of yang energy and move freely in the sun......"

But when he looked up at the oil-paper umbrella, he was shocked to see that there were many dense yellow-brown rune papers pasted under the umbrella, barely holding on to the cracks that were about to crumble!

Some of them are scribbled incantations in red cinnabar, while others are vivid images of ghosts dancing and coming to life.

Some are damaged, some are still in good condition, densely pasted layer after layer, dazzling to see.

Some of them were even foul-language and mockery, as if with great unspeakable resentment and hatred, and blood was engraved on the rune paper!

And unexpectedly, the text on it is familiar from the Chinese of the past life rather than the current Union language.

"What Really Happened in the World Thousands of Years Ago......"

Su Bai frowned, and even thought about it a little carefully.

In the thousands of years of history that have been erased, this mysterious myth of the underworld, as well as the advanced technology of human beings, have all disappeared in an instant......

Shaking his head to shake the vague uneasiness away, he put his things down first, turned and went to the desk.

At first glance, he saw that on the cover of the ancient book above was written a few large characters "List of Errand Soldiers".

He picked it up curiously and turned to the first page, and his name was written on it.

"Su Bai, the owner of the errand house, a native of Nanjiang City, has a long life, and is gentle and kind......"

He was stunned.

What is recorded here is a record of his life, that is, a record of the predecessor of this body.

After he crossed over, he merged with his predecessor, and it could indeed be regarded as stealing the original Su Bai's life trajectory, and he was not surprised by these.

It's just that the latter sentence "inheriting the legacy of 3,000 years......" made his heart skip a beat.

"This underworld...... Can you really tell that I'm crossing? Or does my crossing have anything to do with this underworld? ”

It's a pity that for the time being, no one can answer these questions.

In addition, it also records in detail the small evils and small goodness that the predecessor may have forgotten a long time ago, including stealing other people's candy to eat in elementary school, and also collecting money......

Cumulatively, these little things can also show a person's character.

All good deeds can be recorded one by one as merit, and there are virtues to be rewarded.

All evil deeds can be recorded one by one as a crime and punishment point, and the guilty will be punished!

The two do not offset each other, and they are listed separately, so do not think that you can make up for your past sins by doing good deeds in the future.

For ordinary ghosts, this is an important factor in determining whether or not they can cast a good fetus in the future.

Su Bai looked at his own values, the current merit point is "258", and the punishment point is "76", which is considered gentle and kind for people with seven emotions and six desires.

But now that he has become a yin official, this value of good and evil also has a standard, and the punishment point must not exceed the merit point, otherwise it may backfire on itself at any time.

Although the specific consequences Su Bai did not know, he didn't want to try.

After flipping through the last five pages, they were all blank.

If you turn it back, it is like being glued, and you can't open it.

He somewhat understood: "That is to say, not counting me as the owner of the house at present, I can only recruit five ghosts at most." ”

Does that also mean that he can recruit his subordinates to do things for him?

He wanted to give it a try, but he didn't have a suitable candidate in his hands, so he naturally had to put it aside for the time being.

Put down this book, and the remaining one is entitled "Nanjiang City Directory"

I opened it and looked at it twice, although I could open it, but it was all blank, which made him a little confused for a while.

It wasn't until I looked through my memories that I realized that this thing was used on ghosts.

After the ghost is caught, you can see the ghost's life experience and cause of death, so as to roughly judge its specific disposal method, which is the lowest version of the life and death book.

Putting down the book, he came to the tablet on the left.

The blank tablets on this are for the ghosts that will be caught in the future.

In the current situation that there are no six reincarnations to send them to reincarnation, it is a good choice to place them here.

In the end, the mural remained.

Su Bai approached and took a closer look, the color on it was natural, not at all like it was carved the day after tomorrow.

He wanted to step forward and touch it, but before his hand could touch it, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden light god in the mural out of the corner of his eye, and the eyes moved, startling him.

Immediately, as if the finger had been electrocuted, a tingling pain, quickly retracted, and at the same time, a low voice like thunder echoed in his head.

The loud sound echoed in his head, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, but fortunately, he also roughly understood the purpose of the mural.

"Please, God!"

As long as the merit meets the requirements, you can ask this golden light god to help once.

Of course, you can also ask for ghosts.

Su Bai glanced at the whipped demon below.

The Golden Light Divine at the top consumes 500 merit points to be moved once, and the ghosts below can be moved once by increasing the penalty points by 250.

Undoubtedly, this strength is also directly proportional to the price.

He wasn't going to ask them to do it yet.

After reading this, he walked around the room again, trying to find out if he had overlooked anything valuable.

Soon, he spotted an inconspicuous back door in the corner of the wall.

Pushing open the door, he left the officer's room, and entered a dark gray fog that completely obscured the path from where it was going, and it was impossible to see it at all.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided to grab the three pieces of novice equipment he had given him and walk cautiously towards the depths of the mist.

After walking for a while, the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to see three meters away.

Somewhat uneasy, he looked back and saw that the hall behind him was always lit by candlelight, like a lighthouse on the sea, showing him the way back in the fog, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

With a chain in his left hand, a mask on his face, and an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand, he walked through the fog, searching for possible clues.

But the deeper you go, the stronger the inexplicable sense of danger becomes.

The sand under his feet somehow became rough and dry, "clicking", as if stepping on broken bones, and let out a fragile moan of pain.

The smell of blood and rancid smell was also diffused in the air, even if there was a mask barrier, he could vaguely smell it, but under the premise of breath blocking, it was hard to doubt that he would take off the mask and vomit it instantly.

Suddenly, with an unintentional glance out of the corner of his eye, his pupils shrank slightly.

Not far ahead, the kind of plants used to keep out ghosts on the side of the road have withered and died, and some of them seem to have been eaten, leaking out many holes!

The beating of his heart suddenly stopped, and then, at an alarming speed, the sense of crisis became stronger and stronger!

"Pop ......"

"Pop ......"

Strange footsteps came from afar.