At the gate of the City God Temple, I found a secluded corner and asked Ba Qi to sit down.

I lit a candle and held it in the palm of my hand.

Then, I began to pluck the yang shou from him with the incense.

The smoke of the incense is generally ethereal, constantly drifting upward.

But this time, the smoke was like a hook, like a rope, like a rope, as if it had come to life.

It deftly burrowed through Ba Qi's seven orifices.

I held the incense and gently stepped back, and the smoke was stretched into a long line, but it did not break.

I tugged cautiously like I was fishing.

Soon, I felt the smoke hook something.

Ba Qi let out a muffled snort in pain.

I whispered: "Brother Seven, you are really a tough guy, under normal circumstances, ordinary people have already begun to scream heartbreakingly. ”

Ba Qi grinned silently, this was smiling.

But in the next second, he bared his teeth in pain, and beads of sweat flowed down his forehead like soybeans.

Taking out Yangshou, in a sense, is to make people die.

Death, can you be comfortable?

I grabbed the incense and slowly stepped back, backwards.

Finally, I saw a wisp of red and white, hooked out of Ba Qi's seven orifices.

This thing is like smoke, and it is like fireworks, and it emits a faint light.

I took out a small bottle and carefully put it in.

This is Ba Qi's yang longevity.

After I sealed his Yang Shou, Ba Qi's face suddenly became extremely pale.

He slowly raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his head, and said to me, "I felt like I had experienced death just now. ”

I said, "If this yang shou is not well preserved, you will indeed experience death. ”

Ba Qi closed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the feeling just now: "Death, it turned out to be so terrible." I've always felt that I'm not afraid of death, but the experience just now is really heartbreaking. ”

"It's really, it's not that I'm dying and can't experience that feeling."

I smiled and said, "So, you're scared of death now?" ”

Ba Qi shook his head: "I've experienced it once, and if I come again, it's considered to be born and cooked twice." ”

I smiled, took out the candle, and sealed the bottle with wax oil.

I said to Ba Qi: "Your murderous aura will continue to impact the wax oil seal, and once it is broken, your yang shou will return to your body. You can rest assured. ”

"As long as you don't get too far out of here, it's fine."

Ba Qi nodded.

I put the bottle in the corner and said to Ba Qi, "You have some mobile phones, once you receive my message, we will act according to the plan." ”

Ba Qi agreed.

As for me, I lit a soul incense and walked cautiously to the City God Temple.

The temple is not luxurious, and even a little shabby.

It's just a small courtyard, a temple. The temple is also very low, and there is only one clay statue of the city god and two imps standing guard.

The City God Temple is in Lingzhou City, and the incense is not vigorous.

It's a new era. People don't like to worship God so much.

Even if you want to worship God, you are worshipping the God of Wealth. As for the small gods such as the City God Temple, the Land Temple, and the pox god Niangniang, they have become more and more lonely.

I even suspect that I am the only person who has incensed him for so many days.

It's a pity that I'm on the incense of the soul.

Confusing the soul incense can confuse the soul.

Although Chenghuang has experienced the canonization of Yin Si, he is still a soul in essence.

It's just that this soul must have swallowed a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures under the support of Yin Si, and its strength should not be underestimated. My soul incense may not be able to confuse him for too long.

I pretended to be a pilgrim, bowed with the incense of bewilderment, and inserted it into the censer.

Then, I quietly took out the mirror and looked at it.

Looking through the mirror, I saw the god sitting among the clay statues, tilting his head and dozing off.

My heart rejoices.

It seems that the city god was already asleep when I came in. And my soul incense will make him sleep more soundly.

I looked in the mirror at the clay ghost next to me, and there was no soul in it.

It seems that the City God Temple is really bad and has declined. The incense can't raise three ghosts anymore.

This is the end of Jin Shengshui's promotion?

Mourn for them for a second.

I walked around the City God Temple lightly, guessing where the roster of Yin Walkers was.

In the end, my eyes fell on the cases of Chenghuang.

On top of the case, there are several clay pamphlets, as if the city god is reading a book.

It stands to reason that something as important as the roster would definitely not be placed in such a conspicuous place.

But the most dangerous place is the safest place, and perhaps this is the right way to hide people's eyes.

I took out the mirror again and looked at Chenghuang, who was still sleeping.

I pulled out a small bottle filled with dew from a peach leaf.

I dripped the dew on top of the booklets, then reached under the table and began to sear them.

I engraved the blessing rune on the candle, and the heat penetrated a few cases, but it didn't burn anything.

Soon, there was steam.

I took a deep breath.

Instantly, lines of text appeared in front of my eyes, like hallucinations, flashing in front of my eyes.

I saw a lot of names, and I saw people with the date of birth and death affixed to their names.

Dazzling and dizzying.

Is this the Yangshou of Lingzhou people?

That's not this page, that's not what I'm looking for.

I shook my head and took a step back.

When I stopped inhaling the vapour, the words that seemed real and illusory were gone.

However, this at least proves that there is something wrong with the clay booklet.

The roster of yin walkers should be in this.

I switched positions and re-added a few drops of water.

Then, I saw all sorts of ways to die.

Sickness, soldiers, water, fire, and killing......

I shook my head and took another step back.

It's still not right, and it's not here.

But I had no other way but to experiment little by little.

Eventually, the entire mud booklet was almost completely soaked, but I still hadn't found a roster of shade walkers.

Only the last corner remains, only there is still dry.

Could it be that the roster of the underworld is there?

Am I really that unlucky? Found it and finally found it?

I walked over with a small bottle and poured the dew on it.

Before the dew was scorched, I habitually took out the bronze mirror and looked at the city god.

It didn't matter what I saw, I shuddered with fright, and the bronze mirror in my hand fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.