Twenty years ago.
Zhang Yi transmigrated to this world and was adopted by an old man who opened a coffin shop.
Ever since he could remember, he had been learning how to make things related to the dead.
For example, coffins and paper.
Zhang Yi's talent in this aspect could be said to be terrifying. In just a few years, he had completely mastered the technique. The longevity materials he made the old man extremely satisfied.
Three years ago, the old man taught him a book called Corpse Soul Book.
When Zhang Yi woke up the next day, the old man had already disappeared, leaving behind only a letter.
The letter said-
Child, Master is going out to do something. This matter has been planned for thousands of years, and countless seniors have lost their lives in order to complete it.
Now, the time was approaching, and the event had restarted.
The master is the one who makes preparations, and you are the one who completes them.
You must not leave Feng Lin Xiang while I'm gone. You must use the power recorded in the Corpse Soul Book to deal with a hundred ghosts.
Every time he dealt with a dish, he would set up a tablet.
Once you have a hundred memorial tablets, Master will tell you the reason.
There was only so much content in the letter, but it set off a storm in Zhang Yi's heart.
What exactly was going on?
It had actually been planned for a thousand years!
In the history of China, which dynasty had lasted for thousands of years?
Amidst the shock.
Zhang Yi opened the Corpse Soul Book.
It didn't matter if he didn't look, but when he did, he was dumbfounded.
This Corpse Soul Book was divided into two volumes.
The first volume is recorded.
It recorded all kinds of zombies and ghosts, all kinds of Feng Shui metaphysics, all kinds of coffin knowledge, and so on!
The next volume is for handling.
It recorded all kinds of talismans and runes, all kinds of spells and spells, all kinds of coffin-carrying taboos, and so on!
This was nothing. At the end of the Corpse Soul Book, there was a terrifying spell!
The reason why this spiritual technique was so shocking was because it possessed the ability to evolve.
As long as one had this technique, their strength would increase with every ghost they dealt with.
Furthermore, the fiercer the ghost, the greater the improvement.
The reason why Zhang Yi had agreed to Ah `Kun's request was partly to save up 100 memorial tablets, and partly to increase his strength.
As for the 20 million, it was just a casual request.
Zhang Yi put down the tablet and muttered,""For some people, tonight will probably be another sleepless night.”
He shook his head slightly, but there was a smile on his face.
To be honest.
He had the absolute ability to prevent Ah `Kun and Wu Fan from being disturbed by the female ghost tonight, but these two men were really a little disgusting. A dignified man with heavy makeup made people feel quite uncomfortable.
Let's just treat it as a lesson tonight!
……
Mushroom Hut.
The live broadcast resumed.
"What happened just now? Why did the live broadcast suddenly stop?"
"Who knows? That place is very mysterious. Maybe they encountered something dirty!”
"This show is getting more and more interesting!”
"As a long-time fan, I can tell everyone with certainty that the popularity right now is the highest in the past three seasons!”
"It completely crushed a large variety show. I dare say that as long as we continue filming Little Brother, our popularity will definitely soar.”
……
In front of the camera.
Huang Lei was cooking. In order to prevent the audience from guessing, he pretended to be relaxed and said,"The camera ran out of battery just now, so the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted. Everyone, don't think too much. There's no such thing as ghosts in this world!”
Teacher He nodded. In order to prevent the program from being banned, he added,"That little brother is a magic enthusiast. The scene that everyone saw was just a magic prop.”
When the audience heard this explanation, they were quickly divided into two factions, believing and doubting.
Huang Lei's teacher did not explain further.
After dinner, they played games at home.
Peng Peng didn't go to Feng Linxiang. Instead, his face was filled with joy as he kept changing his posture." This is opening, this is closing, then what is this?"”
Wu Fan was not in the mood to play games. He looked up and said casually,"Open."
"This is clearly a pass!"
Peng Peng said proudly.
"Yes, this is a pass."
In order to lighten the atmosphere, Mr. He also joined the game.
Wu Fan and Ah `Kun still had their heads lowered.
His face was filled with dispiritedness and frustration.
Peng Peng did not know anything and continued to gesture,"This is opening, this is closing, then what is this?”
"I don't know."
"I don't want to guess."
The two of them looked at the sky outside the window, and the fear in their hearts became even stronger.
Peng Peng shook his head gently." Is this game not fun?”
Teacher He coughed a few times and said,"Let Kun Kun and Fan Fan go and sleep for a while. They are probably sick.”
"Thank you, Teacher He."
Ah `Kun and Wu Fan returned to the room.
They sat cross-legged on the bed, their faces haggard and terrified.
To be honest.
The two of them did not know if they should sleep.
When he was young, he would cover himself in the blanket and sleep.
However, after yesterday's experience.
The two of them were really worried that they would be bitten by ghosts in their dreams again!
Just like that.
The two of them sat there for a long time, and their eyes gradually blurred.
In the midst of the haziness.
A burst of music drifted over.
The musical instruments were sheng, copper brake, suona…
Ah `Kun and Wu Fan's hair stood on end as they looked terrified.
Because this music…
They had just heard it yesterday!
It was the music played by the funeral procession.
It was also known as…sadness.
(Big brothers, send a wave of fresh flowers to give me some motivation to write)
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