The puppet doll slowly got up, tried to move its two arms, and after realizing that its arms were back, it was very happy to dance on the ground, but when she saw the golden light god on the mural, she suddenly fell down again, and carefully hid behind Su Bai's feet.

"Now that you are a complete body, has your ability been enhanced?"

Su Bai unceremoniously pulled it out again, looking it up and down.

I didn't see any special changes other than an extra arm.

The puppet doll is also looking down at its body, as if it doesn't know what special abilities it has.

It still can't talk anyway.

"Forget it, you can figure it out on your own, but you'll have to do a good job for me tonight."

Su Bai sighed.

"It's because this arm of yours has caused so many human tragedies, and that poor baby ghost, although it was the goddess who did it, but you are also responsible!"

The puppet doll knelt on the ground obediently and nodded repeatedly.

If you are not familiar with it, you may really be deceived by this innocent and cute appearance.

After getting the puppet doll, Su Bai set his eyes on the Yin Luo vines outside.

He remembered what Shen Suxian had said before, these were the raw materials for making talismans.

And the flowering Yin Luo vine is rare in the world, but it can be seen everywhere here.

It would be a shame not to give such a great opportunity a try.

However, when it comes to drawing sigils, the easiest way to start is to copy.

Of course, he had no chance to encounter ready-made talismans in the mortal world, and his current authority did not have the opportunity to contact them. However, there are still some in the underworld.

He took the old oil-paper umbrella that was used to block the yang energy, and slowly opened it, and as a secluded aura escaped, the rune paper used for pasting underneath was also exposed in front of him.

At a glance, you can clearly feel the profound and mysterious aura coming from it, and there is a trace of weird madness.

As a first attempt, he decided to try it out with these runes.

The special rune paper was hard to find, so he took an ordinary A4 paper from the mortal world and used it, and by the way, he also took a bowl to hold the juice of the Yin Luo vine.

If the people of the Daomen in reality saw that he squandered this precious juice so much, and used this kind of A4 paper, it was likely that he would really vomit blood.

And the brush is ready in the underworld, which does not need to be considered.

Anyway, it was just the first simple attempt.

He doesn't feel like he's gifted and can succeed the first time.

With the tools ready, he plucked one from the petals of the thickest vine in the doorway, and immediately took it to the top of the bowl, carefully squeezing its juice.

Drops of purple liquid slowly flowed down his fingers and dripped into the bowl, faintly as if a trace of fine black bubbles had risen, and a faint smell began to fill the air.

Soon, one flower has been completely squeezed dry, and only a little residue remains.

There wasn't much black-purple liquid in the bowl, only a thin layer, but it should be enough.

He spread the paper on the table, then dipped the brush in the juice, and imitated the charm under the umbrella on the paper, and began to draw little by little.

When he put down the pen, he could clearly feel the yin qi around him converging towards this side, and the tip of the pen seemed to carry a great weight in an instant, making each stroke extremely laborious.

However, the golden light of merit on his body soon lit up, the official uniform of the Yin official appeared, and under all kinds of support, the sudden pressure began to gradually ease or even disappear.

At the end of the day, he can continue to put pen to paper without any problems.

But despite this, the first attempt was still a bit of a failure.

The spell he had chosen was already relatively simple, but what he drew was still crooked, and he could barely make out a rough idea.

But even so, there still seems to be a mysterious feeling on it, as if there is some unspeakable mystery hidden, which subconsciously makes people in a trance.

"I don't know what this real spell is......

Su Bai sighed.

He could feel that the charm in his hand was useless, it was just a counterfeit.

But it doesn't feel like there's something wrong with the drawing steps, or something that hasn't been imitated properly, but a little bit of charm is missing!

It's like the finishing touch, and without that last point, this spell is just a piece of waste paper after all.

He went on to make a few more copies, all of them.

The yin qi condensed on the paper is like an ice cube placed under the sun, which melts away and evaporates rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and cannot be retained at all.

He didn't continue to work in vain, and understood that there must be something special in it that he hadn't noticed, or a special method that only people in the Dao Sect could master.

Putting this aside for now, he looked at his phone, it was about ten o'clock in the evening, and it was time to go.

Walking out of the dungeon with the puppet doll, the scorched palms in the dormitory were already ready, and he climbed on his shoulders and massaged him like a standard licking dog.

It's just that Su Bai is now appearing as a yin official, and this scorched black palm only feels like he is massaging a steel plate, and he can't press it down, so he can only give up.

"Okay, I'll put away all the other little tricks, tonight is the time for you to really contribute."

Su Bai grabbed the palm and threw it on the ground, and put it together with the puppet doll.

"Your job is to help me keep that baby ghost under control as much as possible so that I have a chance to catch it, understand?"

The two mysterious objects hurriedly said they understood.

Seeing that it was ready, Su Bai directly took these two items with a wave of his hand, flew out of the dormitory, and flew in the direction of the First Hospital.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, it had been more than ten minutes.

At night, the hospital building is very quiet, except for the occasional faint cough from a few wards.

Su Bai came to the door of ward 1315 alone and made a brief observation.

I found a few burnt incense sticks and candle oil at the door, and it seemed that someone had come here to worship in the past two days.

After all, the matter was quite big at that time, and the people in several nearby wards were affected by his dream, and they basically knew that there was a ghost imprisoned here, even if Shen Suxian and Dean Li came forward to suppress it, it would be difficult to block everyone's mouths.

It is not incomprehensible for ordinary people who are afraid to come here to worship ghosts.

Fortunately, these mortals didn't have the courage to open the door, otherwise they would have regretted coming here.