Hu Tao didn't care about Jiang Bai's mental activities, and took a piece of paper and pen with the owner of the printing shop to write.

All kinds of advertising words come at your fingertips, and you don't need to think about it at all.

[No matter where you are or where you are, as long as you sign a contract with the Afterlife, the bones can be sent back to your homeland after death to convey your wishes! 】

【20% off for the first 100 customers!】 Refer new customers to enjoy a 7% discount! 】

The simple and clear advertising slogan can be understood even by children.

Hu Tao thought for a moment and added a few more words to it.

[Good news for adventurers, insurance for explorers!] Give yourself a guarantee for your afterlife, and don't regret it until you die! 】

A large paragraph is sprinkled, but the content and benefits of the project are clearly written.

And that's not all, she added another line of small print in the corner.

[Trial operation of the tracing business of the Dead Life Hall, those who need it can go to the Life Hall for consultation]

Looking at the content on the flyer, Jiang Bai gave a thumbs up.

High! It's really high!

Hu Tao is obviously also a frequent visitor here, and when he saw the advertising words written by Hu Tao, the boss who had seen a lot was already very calm.

Hu Tao looked at it and felt that he was not very satisfied, and it was a little meaningless, so he picked up the pen and wrote again, but this time it was in a completely different style.

Are you worried that you will die in an accident while going out on an adventure? 】

[Are you suffering from relatives and friends going out for a long time and not returning, but you don't know where you are going, you don't know whether you are alive or dead? 】

[Have you ever been trapped in a dangerous place, regretting that no one has collected the bones and the suicide note cannot be delivered? 】

A series of three rhetorical questions arouse the uneasiness and worry in people's hearts, and also make those who see it also ask themselves with this question.

What if that happens?

The next sentence gives a solution.

[The newest business of the Afterlife Hall "Leaves Fall to the Roots", as long as you sign a contract, no matter how far away you are, no matter where you are, you can be found, send you back to your homeland, convey your last wishes, and sleep your soul in peace! 】

After looking at it, Hu Tao felt satisfied.

Then I added what was left from the previous flyer.

Since then, the flyer has been designed!

"Boss, print two hundred copies of this one!" Hu Tao slapped the first one on the table.

Then he slapped the copy written on the table again, "Print a thousand copies of this one!" ”

"Okay!" More than 1,000 flyers, which can be regarded as a big list, the boss gladly agreed.

"I want it tomorrow morning, can I make it?"

"No problem!"

Leaving the print shop, Hu Tao hummed a little song happily.

Soon their business will officially begin!

I believe that no adventurer can resist such a temptation!

If there is, then it's certainly not a problem with their Afterlife Hall!

Jiang Bai is also in a good mood, he has the space magic weapon he has always dreamed of, and he will never ask for the futon in the future!

He was thinking about what he was going to put in it, and although it was only three cubic meters, there were a lot of things that could be filled.

First of all, the futon must be wanted, in fact, it is the seasoning, and the clothes are all put in when the new clothes are ready, and the toiletries such as towels and toothbrushes should be put a little, and there seems to be nothing left......

He didn't have anything of his own, and he planned to hang the important Quartet Sutra on his waist and see it anytime and anywhere.

As for whether it will be stolen if it is hung on the waist, there is no need to think about it at all.

Who dares to steal? Convince people to warn!

While thinking about this, Jiang Bai suddenly felt that someone was looking at him, and when he looked over, he only saw a few pedestrians in a hurry.

Is it a delusion?

Or do you simply think I'm handsome and look twice?

Jiang Bai didn't care much.

Alas, thinking that his handsome face could not tempt the hall master in the slightest, he was frustrated and frustrated......

In the afterglow, seeing Jiang Bai following Hu Tao to continue walking, Yelan, who was disguised as an ordinary passer-by in the crowd, retracted his gaze.

She muttered under her breath.

"What a keen perception......"

The matter of the rich man has passed, and she has time to check the origin of this Jiang Bai.

......

In the evening, Jiang Bai finally returned to the Hall of the Dead after a day of strolling around Liyue Harbor with Hu Tao.

Jiang Bai felt that his legs were extremely sore, and he was just shopping with Hu Tao in Liyue Harbor, but he was more tired than walking for a day's mountain walk.

Looking at Hu Tao again, there is nothing at all.

Jiang Bai leaned on the wall weakly, "Hall Master, I'll go back and rest first......

Hu Tao didn't plan to let him rest so early, "Do you remember the sword we picked up in the Lonely Cloud Pavilion last time?" ”

"Remember, what's wrong."

Jiang Bai didn't react for a while, and suddenly he suddenly thought, "Could it be that the hall master wants to give me a share of Mora?" ”

Thinking of the money that the big sword could sell, Jiang Bai's eyes changed to the shape of Mora.

Hu Tao slapped him on the head, "What do you want!" Is there anything else in my mind but Mora? ”

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It's because I don't have it, that's why I want it.

If he is rich and oily, what does he want Mora to do every day......

Hu Tao didn't bother to explain to him, and walked directly in front with a wave of his hand, "You come with me!" ”

Jiang Bai followed Hu Tao into the ancestral hall with a curious face.

When you enter the ancestral hall, the first thing you see is the neatly arranged tablets.

Hu Tao respectfully put on a stick of incense, and Jiang Bai also sold it three times.

Then, under the guidance of Hu Tao, he set his eyes on the big sword on the shelf.

"This is the sword we pick up every day?" Seeing this brand-new sword, Jiang Bai's face was puzzled.

How did he remember that the sword didn't look like this that day......

"Well, I got the blacksmith to fix it."

"I see." Jiang Bai understood, but he was still a little confused.

"Could this sword be the weapon of an ancestor of the Afterlife Hall?"

Otherwise, why is it placed in the ancestral hall?

Hu Tao didn't hide it from him, and explained directly: "There is a ghost in this sword. ”

"Ghosts?"

Although he had been in the Hall of the Dead for a while, this was the first time Jiang Bai had come into contact with ghosts.

Although he knows that people have souls after death, there are very few souls that stay in the world, and Jiang Bai has not seen any of them so far.

So he was really curious about what this ghost was like, and why he didn't die.

Hu Tao pinched a trick, and the soul on the big sword slowly emerged.

The ghost was still illusory at this point, but it had already awakened and regained consciousness.

"It's... Where ......"

The figure looked at its surroundings with a blank expression.

His memory is still stuck in the moment before he died.

"Am I not dead?" He muttered to himself.

"You are indeed dead. It's just that by chance, the soul is possessed by this sword. ”

Hu Tao directly punctured the fact that he was dead.

"Sword?"

The ghost looked down.

Really.

His body is illusory, and below him is his [Flying Great Sword].