"Black and White Ghosts?"
Su Hen murmured softly.
This name could be said to be a household name in his previous life.
Bai Wuchang's name was Xie Bi 'an.
Black Impermanence's name was Fan Wujiu.
It was said that the two of them were the Yin Gods of the underworld, responsible for capturing souls and evil ghosts.
They were the two generals under King Yama.
He was one of the ten Yin Commanders.
No matter how ferocious a ghost was, they would flee upon encountering these two.
As the reward was extracted.
A large amount of information filled Su Hen's mind.
Su Hen's brows were tightly furrowed as he forcefully endured the pain in his brain.
After a few breaths, his eyes revealed a look of understanding.
The so-called paper-bound book.
It referred to the technique of pricking out the Black and White Ghosts.
Although the Black and White Ghosts formed by the white bamboo strips were far inferior to the two gods in the myths, they were only projections of them.
However, it was definitely not something that ordinary ghosts could resist.
Moreover, as the number of ghosts captured increased.
The Black and White Impermanence created by the white paper would also become stronger and stronger.
In the end, he would become a true Yin God!
Su Hen glanced at the clock on the wall.
11:55 PM.
There were only five minutes left before the malicious ghosts came to claim their lives.
He did not dare to delay.
He took out a large amount of white paper, bamboo strips, paste, and brushes from the box.
Her hands flipped agilely like butterflies.
The embryonic form of the two figures gradually appeared.
.........
On a street in the suburbs of Jinling.
Two men in black trench coats were walking side by side.
The tall and thin man was called Zhu Chengxing.
The shorter man with a buzz cut was called Li Xiu.
Both of them were members of the Ghost Control Bureau of Jin Ling City.
He was also the so-called ghost controller.
"Sigh, the situation is getting worse.”
Zhu Chengxing suddenly sighed." In the past, it was just a desolate place where ghosts would appear."”
"Now, even in the prosperous cities, malicious ghosts are appearing frequently.”
" In the past two years, the number of Ghost Commanders who died in battle has even exceeded the total number of Ghost Commanders who died in the previous ten years!”
Li Xiu took a deep puff of his cigarette.”
"It's even worse overseas."
"The ghost controllers controlled by the capital magnates often have large-scale conflicts with the official ghost controllers.”
" A few cities have even fallen completely and turned into a paradise for ghosts.”
"I wonder how many more years we can last."
At this point, Li Xiu paused.
"Chengxing, tell me, if there are ghosts, why are there no gods in this world?" he asked softly.”
"If only the underworld of the myths and legends, filled with gods and Buddhas, really existed?”
Hearing this.
Zhu Chengxing also shook his head with a bitter smile.”
" But after searching for nearly a hundred years, the final result was despair and abandonment.”
"There are indeed no gods in this world. Only ghosts can fight against ghosts!”
"Don't think too much."
Zhu Chengxing patted him on the shoulder.”
"The ghost we are going to deal with tonight is a C class.”
"Fortunately, it's located in the suburbs, so there were no casualties or panic among the people.”
"We're both C-class ghost tamers. Be careful, there shouldn't be any problems.”
Li Xiu nodded and extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand.
The two of them strode forward and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
.........
Under the orange lights.
White paper and bamboo strips were thrown all over the ground.
Su Hen wiped the sweat off his forehead.
Looking at the two figures standing in front of him, his eyes revealed a satisfied expression.
These two paper figurines were more than two meters tall.
The face of a paper man was pure black.
He wore a black robe and a black top hat.
In his left hand was a black wailing stick.
On his right hand was a black chain that reflected the cold light of metal under the light.
The other paper man had a pure white face.
White robe and white hat.
In his hands were a white wailing staff and chains.
The paper figurines were expressionless and their eyes were tightly shut.
Even so.
Su Hen, who possessed the Eye of the Netherworld, could also see it clearly.
Thick Yin Qi spread out from their bodies.
This Yin Qi was not evil.
Instead, it carried an inexplicable dignity.
"Dang-"
The clock rang softly.
The needle finally reached 12 o'clock.
Almost at the same time.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Is anyone there?"
His voice was hoarse and rotten.
He looked like an old man who was dying.
The faint smell of corpses wafted in through the crack of the door.
Su Hen did not respond.
Instead, he picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote something on the hat on the paper figurine's head.
The knocking sounded again.
But this time, it was extremely powerful.
It was as if someone was smashing the door with a hammer.
The wooden door, which was not sturdy to begin with, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
It was as if it would be smashed to pieces in the next moment.
Su Hen's eyes did not look sideways.
In the past twenty years, he had learned more than just the art of paper binding from his grandfather.
He also had a solid foundation in calligraphy.
The brush moved like dragons and snakes, and the ink danced in the air.
On the hats worn by the two paper figurines, four small seal characters were written on them.
I'll get rich at first sight.
The world was at peace.
Bang!
Just as he finished writing.
The wooden door let out a muffled sound and was directly knocked open.
The cold wind mixed with the pungent smell of decay blew over, making one feel nauseous.
In the dark night.
A hunchbacked old man in a shroud stood at the door.
His skin was shriveled, and there was even a large area of rotting on his face.
Two blood-red eyes stared straight at Su Hen.
His eyes were filled with greed and brutality, as well as his desire for living flesh and blood.
"I'm here for you!"
The old man opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice,""You enjoy my money, I enjoy your flesh"
However, what surprised it was…
The human who was about to die didn't show any fear.
Su Hen gently put down his brush.”
He moved his body to the side and revealed the two paper men to the old ghost.
The ink on the tall hat was still wet.
A gust of cold wind blew past.
In the next moment.
The black and white paper figurines opened their eyes at the same time!
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