It is several days before the completion of the City God Temple.

While he was resting in the hospital, Su Bai not only inspected within Nanjiang City at night, but also went to the Chenghuang Temple construction site to check the progress.

It has to be said that it is very lively there, with all kinds of people gathering there, quarreling or working, but they all have a common goal, which is to do their best to make this temple complete within ten days.

Including and not limited to building materials and machines that are airlifted from other places, regardless of the cost, the purpose is only because of my casual "reward".

This feeling is really wonderful.

However, the more people they come, the better. He would not care about this little "reward". On the contrary, if each of them could give themselves a stick of incense to their sincerity, he would increase their divine power.

It is not harmful to give them some points.

Apart from that, he was not idle either.

There has been no major incident in Nanjiang City recently, and there is no sign of a resentful ghost who escaped before. It is safer to guard Ge Ningjian in the ghost cemetery. He has to continue to make some preparations for the reconstruction of the City God Temple during this period.

In the past few days, public opinion in Nanjiang City has gradually emerged, and the sayings about ghosts and gods, which are deliberately promoted by strangers, have spread rapidly.

Or in other words, humans were originally very interested in this kind of mysterious taboo thing, and they were both afraid and curious. Although they would not talk about such things on the surface, they would still communicate with each other in private.

Especially with the official endorsement, many people who originally disbelieve began to doubt it.

But this will take a long time to move subtly, and Su Bai doesn't expect it to be done overnight.

His main task now is to search for talents who can solve their problems.

According to the current known information, in addition to the city god, the City God Temple also requires other subordinate officials, and it is impossible for them to do everything by themselves.

"First of all, the two judges of civil and military, are responsible for investigating the good and evil of humans, ghosts, and in charge of punishment."

"Then there is the God of Day and Night, responsible for patrolling the world for arresting ghosts and monsters. The God of Night and Night is already planning to hand it over to Lin Wanqin's second personality..."

"There are also Master Suo, Master Jia, Black and White Impermanence..."

"In the end, there must be a bunch of ghosts waiting for their orders."

"In this way, my City God Temple has begun to take shape."

Su Bai was sitting in the underworld at this moment, and based on the information in his mind, he began to think about the corresponding appropriate personnel.

Ge Ningjian is a very loyal and obedient person. He will basically carry out his own orders without hesitation. Even if the process may be contrary to his original intention, and he also has experience in dealing with ghosts during his lifetime, he is a talent that can be reused.

So he planned to let him directly take over the temporarily unowned servant house after he took office as the new city god, and his direct line will be his own.

If he has the opportunity to rise to the position of King of Hell in the future, then Ge Ningjian will naturally be able to rise and follow him all the way.

However, the other candidates need to be selected one by one.

This large number of ghost soldiers is a very troublesome issue.

"Where can I find so many useful ghost soldiers?"

Chen Hong was thinking, and suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the rows of tablets sealed with ghosts on his right hand, and his heart moved.

Last time, a large number of lonely ghosts were caught in Delong Building, all of whom were trapped on the other side of the door for a long time. In addition, a group of people who were killed and injured this time were basically brought back as long as they could find their souls at the scene.

Although most of these souls have lost their minds and become confused, it is enough to just use them as a supplementary number of ghost soldiers.

They just need to obey orders and strictly follow the rules of the underworld, without having to have a high IQ.

In terms of status, it is naturally not even a ghost messenger.

It just so happens that there are too many tablets, so it’s better to have some free of them.

Thinking of this, he picked up the directory and began to copy the names in turn at several tablets.

Whenever a name is written down, the tablets will sway, and then ghosts will appear out of thin air on the ground.

Among the ghosts, there are men and women, with different heights. Some are the lowest ghosts, and some are evil ghosts, but there is no level of resentful ghosts. Of course, he does not dare to release the resentful ghosts casually.

Before the resentment is eliminated, the resentment ghost is just a time bomb, and no one knows when it will explode suddenly.

At this time, all the released ghosts looked ahead with a daze. Until Su Bai released a trace of the majesty of the City God, they knelt down at him in horror, and did not dare to raise their heads.

Su Bai glanced at the ghosts kneeling under the stage, and probably had a idea in his heart.

"The number is in its early twenties, but except for a few, the basic intelligence is very low, and it is the type that acts on instinct."

He chose these ones later.

Although the IQ of those who are still in the tablets is a little higher, they have basically done bad things. There is a high risk of being released and cannot be used.

These basic natures are simple, and they are not considered good people before they die, but they are also honest people.

Seeing this, he didn't plan to ask for their opinions, and said directly: "From now on, you will be the ghost soldiers of my City God Temple. Follow the orders of our Yin officials, catch ghosts and kill ghosts, punish evil and promote good..."

After he finished speaking, he used a little bit of incense power for each person to make them look better.

A dazzling golden light flashed by, and the many ghosts kneeling under the stage had changed.

The originally ragged clothes and the tragic death of death have disappeared, replaced by a neat black quaint long gown, and their appearance has returned to the normal appearance of a person before death.

They even have been lucky enough to restore a little human memory.

"I'm..."

“Aren’t I on the way to work?”

“Where is this?”

"Bang!"

A sudden sound of a grove sounded, and the whole audience became quiet in an instant.

The ghosts who were still noisy just now were silent, and the information that kept popping up in their minds made them quickly understand the status quo.

A few of them were brave enough to try to raise their heads and secretly look at the appearance of the City God above, but they only saw a dazzling golden light in human form. In an instant, they felt that their eyes were almost blind, and their brains were about to explode as if they were inflatable. They hurriedly lowered their heads and shivered and dared not look again.

"Thank you, City God!"

I don’t know which little clever ghost shouted first, but soon all the ghosts reacted, shouted three times in unison, kowtowing and kneeling down.

Although modern people are somewhat resistant to the ancient ritual of kneeling and worship, when facing the real Yin God, the urge to kneel down from the bottom of their hearts to show awe.
Chapter completed!