Huang Mao and I were staring at the notebook that kept protruding into the face, and our eyes didn't blink.

So when the curator called me for the first time, Huang Mao and I both hesitated slightly.

But Uncle Liu, who was standing in front, saw that the two of us didn't react at the first time, and immediately spoke:

"Why are you two still stunned? Take this one. Go up and stamp two mudras. ”

Hearing Uncle Liu say this, Huang Mao and I quickly came back to our senses.

And Uncle Liu also handed over a small silver needle in his hand.

Give us a finger prick for it.

Huang Mao and I didn't dare to slack off.

"Yes!"

“……”

The two of us replied, took the small silver needle, and walked straight forward.

I looked at the moving notebook pages, and without any hesitation, I pierced my thumb.

Oozing blood, staining the thumb red.

I looked at my name and printed a bloody handprint.

It's just that when I touch this notebook, I just feel cold and biting.

The page was as cold as a piece of ice.

And the page itself, like a living thing, wriggles.

It felt weird, it made people feel uneasy.

But there's no danger, so there's nothing to worry about.

The same goes for yellow hair.

Quickly stamped the finger prints.

The two of us printed my handprints in that notebook.

The curator glanced at it and nodded:

"Let's stand aside."

"Yes!"

“……”

Huang Mao and I quickly took two steps back and stood up.

But Uncle Liu, who was standing on the side, pulled the two of us violently, and said in a low voice at the same time:

"Stand behind me."

Uncle Liu's expression was very serious.

Huang Mao and I didn't dare to be careless, and quickly took a few steps back.

At the same time, the curator stood up.

He looked at the notebook on the mahjong table, which had been printed with our handprints.

He reached out from his clothes and took out a small seal.

He took it in his hand and sighed.

Then there were two "bangs" and put on my and Huang Mao's names.

After doing this, he directly raised his right hand and slapped it on the notebook.

"Bang".

The whole black notebook is filled with black gas and gloomy energy.

And the curator's left hand also formed a sword fingerprint at this moment.

His seemingly listless eyes flashed in an instant.

The seemingly virtual curator has changed his momentum at the moment.

It's like a different person.

At the same time, he whispered in his mouth:

"Up to the sky, down to the netherworld.

A letter from the Phoenix Mountain Funeral Home was sent to Nanquan Academy as soon as possible.

Chi! ”

As soon as the edict came out, the curator covered the black notebook under his hand, and with a "buzz", a green ghost fire appeared.

The curator was not afraid of being hot or burning, and the hand covering the notebook did not move at all.

Instead, he squinted slightly, and his mouth seemed to be chattering; A, B, C, D, E, G, G, ......

He reads it quietly, and very quickly.

I only heard some of the heavenly stem numbers, and I didn't hear the rest.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that the curator shouted again:

"Send!"

In an instant, the black qi and netherworld green fire that permeated the notebook suddenly converged.

Visible to the naked eye, it is directly recycled into the notebook.

Then there was a "buzz", and a burst of extremely cold qi surged out of the notebook.

The breath was very strong, and the mahjong on the table was shocked by the air wave and flew upside down.

Even the chair next to him was shaken to the ground by the air wave.

No wonder Uncle Liu wants us to stand behind him, such a strong cold wave.

With my and Huang Mao's ways, I may not be able to stop it.

But after a moment, everything returned to calm, and all anomalies disappeared.

The curator also put down his handprint, and the hand that was pressed on the notebook was also directly raised.

It's just that when the curator raised his hand again, I was surprised to find out.

The names that were written on it before, the bloody handprints that we had stamped, have all disappeared.

The notebook became a normal blank sheet of paper again.

My heart shook slightly.

This black notebook will not be simple.

And the curator just mentioned in the oral statement that "Nanquan Academy", which is a public institution in the Yin Si Prefecture, and can receive a letter that the yang world will be burned.

Similar to the post office, but the rights, etc., should be larger.

The personal messages that we have disappeared from paper should have been sent there.

Seeing this, Huang Mao and I were still in shock, but Uncle Liu in front of me breathed.

The curator also picked up the notebook and said to the two of us:

"Okay, the identity information of the two of you has been sent below.

Three days later, go to the front desk to get it.

Also, now that you are in your main position, you must have a Dharma name in addition to your name.

You go back and think for yourself, think clearly, Xiao Liu, you just need to operate it for the two of you. ”

After listening to this, Uncle Liu nodded again and again:

"Okay, well, don't worry, curator. I'll take care of it! ”

The curator nodded:

"That's fine. Pull them into the work group, and when they get the work card, let them get in touch with the main business of our museum.

During this period, these two newcomers are still brought to you. ”

"Understood, Director."

Uncle Liu is very respectful, and in front of the curator, he is like a good sheep.

Huang Mao and I didn't say a single superfluous word.

Just stood in the back and looked at the curator.

At this point, the curator tidied up his clothes.

Then he said to us:

"The old man has something to do, so let's go first."

After that, the curator didn't pay any attention to us at all.

He walked straight outside the house......

"Curator go slowly!"

Uncle Liu shouted and smiled.

But the curator ignored Uncle Liu, just took out a phone and dialed a number.

When he reached the door, the curator's voice rang out:

"Form a game, Lao Tzu's hands are itchy, come over and play cards immediately......"

When I heard this voice, I just felt speechless.

The curator is really an old gambler, this game has only ended less than ten minutes, and now he is looking for someone to form a gambling game......

Soon, the curator left.

Uncle Liu also turned around and looked at me and Huang Mao and said:

"Okay, your two turns are finalized.

Congratulations both.

In recent years, we have been the second and third people in our museum who have been able to turn regular. ”

Needless to say, the first person is Zhuang Sha, who was born in a Taoist family.

And she's not just turning positive now.

It seems that he has also got a yin job.

When I was at home before, I asked her.

Zhuang Sha said that her yin business, although it was too much.

But you have to wait a few days, you need to confirm the following, this time should be about ten days......

"Uncle Liu, our curator, do you play cards with those things on weekdays?"

Huang Mao was finally able to speak now, and he spoke nervously.

Hearing this, I also thought about the situation in the house before.

also widened his eyes and said;

"Uncle Liu, there should be Qingfeng Immortal and Wild Immortal in this house just now, right?"