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Chapter 290 Zhang Jiayin Division

Thinking of this, I reached out and grabbed eight paper figures from my satchel, and then took out the cinnabar and pen.

"A stroke of Danzhu Lingzhi opens!"

The pen in my hand hit the paper man's chest heavily and I read at the same time.

"Second opening and five senses, ghosts and gods are coming!" As he said this, he applied another stroke of pen to the face, drawing out the facial features.

"Grandma, what is this guy doing?"

Li Zhengjie asked in a low voice. Ouyang Yunrui was so frightened that he covered his mouth and glared at him fiercely. Then he watched me cast the spell attentively, like a student who was afraid of missing any details.

After the paper man opened his eyes, I quickly bit my fingertips, dripped the essence and blood on the paper man, injecting the power of essence into it, and then stepped on the seven stars and scattered them on the ground according to the eight trigrams.

At the same time, he chanted a mantra quickly:

"There are three wonders in the sky: the sun, the moon and the stars. The sky and the earth are filled with ghosts and gods. If there are evil gods and ghosts coming, the cemetery guards will keep walking. The sky is clear and the earth is full of spirits. Why are the gods not asking for it? Why are the ghosts not scared? Little ghosts from all directions, listen to my orders. Be urgent. Tathagata

, show up quickly! Pardon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, almost without any interruption, he heard a strong wind blowing over the cemetery. Most of the flames that were originally burning slowly were extinguished without warning under the blow of the cold wind!

I was shocked!

The dark wind howled over the cemetery. In the darkness, I saw at least a dozen figures rushing towards me quickly, rolling up a pile of dead branches and leaves.

"It's a tribute from Chunyang, I smell it!"

"That's right, it's pure Yang energy, I can smell it too!"

"Get out of the way, no one wants to fight with me!"

Several voices sounded at the same time.

I was slightly shocked. I didn't expect that there would be such a big commotion, but judging from what they meant, they must have been attracted by the pure Yang blood in my body.

These lonely wild ghosts came in such a hurry that they didn't pay attention to hiding their figures. Now even Li Zhengjie saw them, and the guy immediately started to tremble with fear.

These wild ghosts soon appeared in front of me, and there were more approaching here not far away. The sheer number shocked me.

Seeing that they were about to rush into the paper man, I quickly gave a sharp shout.

"Stop immediately!"

These lonely wild ghosts recognized me as a spell caster and knew that I was difficult to deal with. They all immediately stopped and did not dare to go any further.

After a while, all these lonely ghosts gathered in front of me, forming a large, dark mass. There were at least dozens of them.

Suddenly, an extremely tall figure walked down from a high place quickly, exuding an extremely strong Yin Qi.

I couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of my mouth. This must be the ghost guarding the cemetery. This is a serious errand, and it's all well-organized down there.

"Let me see, who called me?"

This Yin difference said angrily, and then walked directly in front of me.

Just when I was about to say hello politely, he was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "It turns out you are here!"

I was slightly startled, "Do you know me?"

"This aura...is he the grandson of Fourth Master Zhang from Nine Fingers for Stars?" the man asked in a hurry.

"Yes, it's me. Do you know my grandfather?" I was even more surprised.

"That's right, the villain Zhang Quanyou has met my young master!" This shady guy actually bowed down and saluted me.

Seeing that I didn't look back for a while, it quickly explained: "The villain was appointed by Fourth Master Zhang. When he was alive, he was saved by Fourth Master. After his death, Fourth Master followed me to the bottom.

You asked for a job and ordered me to stay here, which can be regarded as a small official. The fourth master asked me to wait for his descendants. I didn't expect that I would wait for more than ten years, and you are finally here!"

Now I was really confused. I just wanted to do something, and I wanted to ask the little ghost gang to help lift the car, but I didn't think that grandpa had placed a spy here, and he also had a spy working for him.

Difference.

You can imagine the shock in my heart at this moment. What makes me most unbelievable is that this errand with so much underworld was actually appointed by my grandfather.

This is a bit scary, grandpa is so awesome!

There are ten palaces of Yama in the underworld, each of which is in charge of different jurisdictions. Their hierarchy is very strict, which is not comparable to the world of the underworld. Every errand is submitted in a file and must be reviewed by the King of Hell, reviewed by the three divisions, and then personally dispatched by the City God.

After joining the establishment, my grandfather was able to get an official position from the underworld while he was still alive, which is a bit impressive.

Although it is just a small guardianship of the underworld, which cannot be compared with a big boss like the City God, it still has real jurisdiction over this mountain range and is equivalent to a local director in the underworld.

Moreover, this is a geomantic treasure land. The people buried here are all high-ranking officials and dignitaries. The burial level is extremely high. On weekdays, incense is indispensable. This is obviously a waste of oil. I wonder how many pairs of eyes are watching eagerly below?

But how did grandpa do it?

No wonder there are so many little ghosts here without any hidden agenda. It turns out they all have their own masters.

"My young master, I don't know what your orders are. I just let them do it. There is no need for you to waste your energy. If the fourth master knows about this, I will not be able to see him!" Zhang Quanyou said with a tone in his tone.

Ashamed.

"It's okay. I want to lift the car out of the water. Since we are the same family, you can arrange this!" I said.

"Okay, it's a piece of cake!"

As he spoke, Zhang Quanyou glanced at the ghosts and pointed at a few tall ones with his fingers, "You, you, you, and you..."

He quickly selected eight strong little ghosts. He looked at the eight paper figures and hesitated with some envy, but still let them enter the paper figures and enjoy the offerings.

The eight little guys excitedly jumped into the paper figures. The paper figures that had fallen to the ground suddenly stood up.

After being supplied with oxygen by my essence and blood, the figures of these eight little ghosts suddenly became much more solid, and they were much stronger than before.

Having received the benefit, they naturally knew what my mission was. Without waiting for Zhang Quan's instructions, they stepped into the water one after another and stood around the car in eight directions.

As the water rippled, Hu Qiu's car slowly emerged from the water, then floated little by little. Eight evil ghosts carried the car on their shoulders and landed in front of us.

"Thank you all!" I said to the little ghosts.

These eight little devils bowed to me quickly. Their boss was so polite to me, let alone them.

"You all should disperse!" Zhang Quanyou ordered.

The eight little ghosts left first, and the remaining little ghosts also disappeared one by one with their heads down.

It is no less than a blessing that these eight little devils can get my pure Yang blood. No wonder other people are greedy.

I glanced at Zhang Quanyou and felt funny in my heart. This guy was obviously hesitant just now. He was probably jealous of my eight paper figures stained with my Yang blood. He wanted to enjoy them himself but was embarrassed. He probably felt quite uncomfortable.

When others help me, I naturally want to thank them, but the other person is a shady person, and it is difficult to give away ordinary things.

I lowered my head and thought about it, and then I noticed something in my mind.

Like carrying coffins in Kowloon


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