Great business, Lingyue City.

The sun is shining.

In the south of the city, in a narrow alley.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the old wooden door.

Chen Hao shrank behind the door and pressed against the door with all his strength.

"Chen Ergou, open the door to Lao Tzu! Did you hear it, and if you don't open the door again, Lao Tzu will break in! ”

Outside the door, Chen Hei, who was a thief with a mouse's eyebrows, scolded and scolded, pushed the door several times, but did not push it open.

kicked several times, Chen Hei's character was not tall, and his strength was almost the same as Chen Hao's, and he was all withstood by Chen Hao.

One person forced his way to no avail, and Chen Hei was holding back the fire in his heart.

Glancing at the thatch on the roof of Chen's house, Chen Hei instantly had an idea in his heart.

"Chen Ergou, you wait for me, if you don't open the door for me today, you will have your good fruit to eat tomorrow!" Something for a dog day! ”

After scolding for a while, Chen Hei left with a gloomy face.

"Whew! This dog's beast is finally gone! ”

Lying on the crack in the door, repeatedly confirming that Chen Hei had left, and had no intention of returning to the carbine, Chen Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and retracted into the gloomy room.

It has only been two days since he crossed this world, and he was targeted by such a villain, and Chen Hao was afraid to death.

But in this world now.

The big merchant he is in seems to have reached the end of the dynasty, and it is a mess.

Just outside the small Lingyue City, several groups of thieves who had rebelled had gathered.

Although it failed to break through Lingyue City, it also caused a rumor in the city, and the price of grain doubled several times in a short period of time.

Ten days ago, Chen Hao's parents went to the Li Mansion in the north of the city to work as a long-term worker, but they never returned, and there was no news.

The original protagonist heard that it was Chen Hei who put his parents into the Li Mansion, and he wanted to take revenge.

From an old beggar under the city wall, he got the technique of the left way of the door, and learned to raise ghosts and train soldiers.

After messing around, he really attracted evil ghosts.

But he was too weak to enslave the demons.

was inhaled yang qi and died at home that night.

It was at this time that Chen Hao crossed over and inherited this mess.

"In this world, there are gods and ghosts, and there are wicked people everywhere, it's really fucking hard to mix!"

Drinking a bowl of cold water to replenish the water that he had just competed with Chen Hei, Chen Hao was extremely irritable. He just played a stand-alone game of cultivating immortals at home, and as a result, he crossed in the blink of an eye.

Who to talk to?

Chen Hei is a person who knows very well in the memory of the original owner.

He is a well-known gangster in the nearby alley, idle, stealing chickens and dogs, and specializing in bullying the lonely, widowed, old and weak. Such a beast is unexpectedly nourished by life in this world, and I don't see any chivalrous warrior eradicating evil.

As for the fast catches in the city, don't count on it.

beat the drum to report his grievances, Chen Hei is not dead, and his family is ruined.

Chen Hei set his eyes on Chen Hao, officially because the second elder of the Chen family was pitted into the Li Mansion by him, and disappeared, and only Chen Hao was left as a young man in the family.

Chen Hao is only fifteen years old, he is thin and weak, and he is not ruthless.

This kind of high-quality goal, Chen Hei doesn't start, and he is sorry for his conscience.

After thinking about it, Chen Hao found that relying on his existing skills, he was powerless to break the situation.

Chen Hei looks like a thief, he is ruthless and brave in this area all the year round, and fighting and killing people are commonplace.

And Chen Hao has no flesh or two, and he was hollowed out by the evil ghost not long ago, just after pulling with Chen Hei a few times just now, he was tired and sweating.

Fighting, frontal killing, is tantamount to facing a fierce tiger, using the magic skill of sliding and shoveling, to deliver food to the tiger.

As for drugged and knocking on stuffy sticks, these are all the skills that Chen Hei relies on to survive in this place, Chen Hao, a novice, gets an axe in front of Chen Hei, and it is estimated that he will die faster.

Moving and running away is also not possible.

As soon as he went out, it was estimated that he would be caught by Chen Hei and scavenge for money.

"After all, we still have to go this way!"

After racking his brains, Chen Hao still gritted his teeth and made a decision.

Bending over, he pulled out a small wooden box from the corner under the bed.

Opening the box, a cold breath came to his face, and Chen Hao suddenly shivered.

There was nothing in the box, just a booklet with a black cover and a black crockpot.

There is nothing peculiar about the booklet, and the cover is covered with white paint, and the five big characters "Xuanyin Ghost Control Technique" are written.

Looking through the pamphlet, it is written that it is a side art to enslave evil spirits. The whole story is about the methods of attracting ghosts, enslaving evil ghosts, and keeping evil ghosts in captivity. Using this side-door technique, the moves are not separated from the essence and blood. At every turn, it is to draw qi with blood.

With the research memory of his predecessor and the reading and thinking of the past two days, Chen Hao is already familiar with this Xuanyin ghost control technique.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Hao hesitated.

His body is already weak, and using this kind of side-door in vain is tantamount to playing a lantern in the toilet - looking for death.

What's more, the tragic situation of being killed by the original ghost is still vivid.

Chen Hao had to have some scruples, but now that there is Chen Hei, a big enemy, he is sitting still if he doesn't fight.

Fight, practice the Xuanyin ghost control technique, and still have a chance to live.

Bet on the dog, he had to do.

With a decision, Chen Hao took out the black crockpot from the wooden box.

The clay pot is cold, and it is a soul urn fabricated by the original body to cultivate ghosts according to the method in the booklet, using the yin soil of the mass grave and mixing his blood.

It's barely a side-of-the-road magic weapon.

Grind the rust on the pig iron kitchen knife at home, burn it two or three times with fire, and after disinfection, Chen Hao ruthlessly slashed his arm with the knife and pulled out a bloody hole.

Releasing half a bowl of blood, Chen Hao bandaged his wound with a pale face.

Pouring a small bowl of rice porridge that had already been boiled to replenish his strength, Chen Hao held the soul urn in one hand, picked up a brush and dipped blood on the soul urn to draw a spell mark.

The spell is from the booklet of Xuanyin's ghost control technique, Chen Hao didn't know what it meant, so he could only draw a scoop according to the gourd and copy it with his heart.

It took a long time, the blood in the bowl had been exhausted, and the middle spell mark on the soul urn had just been completed.

On the entire black urn, there was an extra layer of bloody curse marks.

It is also strange to say, the moment the spell seal was completed, there was immediately a spiritual connection between Chen Hao and the palm-sized soul urn.

"It worked!"

Chen Hao was pleasantly surprised, according to the record in the booklet of Xuanyin's ghost control technique, this wisp of connection with the official soul urn sacrifice was a sign of completion.

It took the predecessor three days to complete this step and failed eight times.

With previous experience, Chen Hao saved a lot of effort in this step.

It also saved a lot of essence and blood, thinking of this, Chen Hao had a little more understanding of the failure of the original ghost control.

Nine times of bloodletting, people did not die is lucky, and before they recover, they began to summon spirits and control ghosts.

Qi and blood are empty, what to take to subdue evil spirits.

The death is justified!

Just as Chen Hao was recalling, suddenly, the soul urn in his hand flashed a bright light, and a transparent panel quietly appeared in front of him.

Chen Hao looked intently, only to see an extra line of text above the soul urn he had just practiced.

【Soul Urn】

Introduction: A talisman with the ability to enslave and captive ghosts

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