There were a few black figures who were approaching, and they could vaguely distinguish the rich aura of madness and fear on their bodies, as if they were approaching, they would bring misfortune.

As he walked by, a slight sound caught their attention.

It was like a hungry beast that suddenly smelled the smell of blood.

A few black shadows suddenly turned their heads and walked towards this side faster. They staggered as if they were about to fall down in the next second, but when his eyes turned to his eyes, they saw some distorted and inconsistent facial features slowly growing on the faces of those faceless black shadows.

Either the eyes are of different sizes, the nose is facing up, or the mouth is tilted, it is like a monster pieced together by countless pieces of corpses, and black blood is still seeping at the splicing.

And this face is full of greed and horror at this moment.

"Divine Blood..."

"What a pure divine blood..."

"Living divine blood..."

"I really want to eat... I really want to eat!"

The low unconscious whispers came one after another, like a spell, making the mind swell and ached faintly.

But soon they were blocked by a plant.

It was a strange blue-purple plant, half a height, full of thick spikes like thorns, and strange petals growing on the top.

The long strips are clearly divided into thickness, and look more like black and purple fingers of rotting corpses. They shake slightly with the wind blowing from somewhere, as if they are waving their hands to him, and the unknown aura dissipates unscrupulously.

Plants were on both sides of the incense path he was walking, densely packed, as if he was deliberately escorting his inheritance path.

Su Bai calmed down his violently beating heart a little, and he stopped looking at the crazy ghosts on both sides who were blocked and still tried to catch him. He turned to look up.

At the distant end, several black shadows comparable to the peaks of the mountains stood quietly like giants standing tall in the depths of the thick fog. There was no movement for a long time, majestic and lonely.

There is no doubt that their random small movements may cause the earth to shake, the sky to collapse and the earth to crack.

He didn't know what those were, but it was certain that he could never afford to provoke.

Carefully retracting his gaze, he continued to walk along the guidance of Shixiang. Not long after, the ruins of a building finally appeared within the range of sight, blocking the already narrow road.

After getting close, you can see that the building has been destroyed and corroded so that it is impossible to distinguish it. The ground is covered with broken walls and ruins, and broken bricks and rotten beams and columns are piled up like mountains.

I accidentally stepped on a wooden board and suddenly fell like a soft foam and broke into pieces, completely decaying.

"This underworld is completely different from what I think..."

Su Bai looked around the ruins and stepped carefully on the edge of the ruins step by step, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

It is more like a disaster ruin left behind by the legendary underworld than a legendary underworld.

He could even vaguely smell the smell of gunpowder that had never dissipated thousands of years ago in the air.

With a faint breath of death and sadness.

If it weren't for some guidance in his consciousness, he almost thought he had taken the wrong path.

And at this moment, he glanced at a ray of light in the ruins, and was stunned. Then, without hesitation, he squatted down and dusted off the dust and dug out the thing from the ground.

It is a pretty good token.

A token forged in bronze has the word "大" written on the front, and the back is a picture of a closed gate of hell with a yin energy.

The bronze door plaque is inlaid with two huge ghost heads, with a lifelike expression that seems to be laughing and crying. The two half-open black ghost eyes seem to be staring at the outsider, making people feel creepy.

"This is the token of the ghost messenger." Su Bai had some clarity in his heart.

Only with it can you be considered a real ghost messenger organization.

He looked at it carefully, but suddenly noticed that the ghost head on the token seemed to have moved.

The pair of ghost eyes suddenly turned and stared at him, and a strong black light burst out!

His eyes were stinging and closed quickly. After the stinging pain was relieved and opened again, he noticed something strange in his body. When he looked down, he found that his clothes had changed!

The original summer night short sleeves turned into an ancient silk robe as dark as ink, with dark red and mysterious patterns on the left and right, which looked very yin.

At the same time, his soul body has become more solid than before. If it was like a wisp of blue smoke before, then it would almost look like a real person now.

He tried to reach out his hand, and the yin energy around him danced freely with his thoughts. He looked up and saw that his five senses were sharper and clearer than before, and the meaningless murmurs of the dark shadows around him could hear clearly.

A pair of dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, as if even the light would be sucked into it, and no one could cover it.

Su Bai gave it a name himself - "Opening the Eye of the Sky".

As long as you open the sky eye, the hallucinations of ordinary ghosts will completely ineffective on him!

Now I finally look like a real ghost.

Not to mention, it's quite touching.

But at the same time, a violent suction burst out from the token, as if he was directly absorbing some kind of power from his soul, and it did not end until he was a little dizzy.

Then the ruins in front of him began to undergo new changes.

As a gust of dust and smoke filled the ruins, the debris of the original ruins slowly melted away.

Then, accompanied by a wave of "rumbling" earthquakes that seemed to be thundering, the dry ground appeared in a blink of an eye, dense cracks like spider webs appeared, and countless dark and rotten ghost hands poked out from the cracks underground, as if they were struggling and wailing for help.

He was so shocked that he subconsciously took a step back, thinking that he had broken some ancient seal and released the monster.

But soon, thick smoke gathered towards this side from all directions, and gradually condensed into a palace of true appearance in the air. Then it fell down and suppressed the ghost hands underground!

The sound of ghosts came to an abrupt end.

After a long time, the smoke and dust spread all over the sky gradually dissipated and the cracks on the ground began to condense.

Only this small palace was left across this path.

Su Bai looked up and saw two huge stone-carved ghost heads hanging on the eaves of the house, replacing the original lanterns. The ghost head was half open and half closed, and it seemed to be looking at the people entering and leaving the hall.

On the door of the hall is a plaque with three big words "Service House" written in blood-red paint.

He watched for a while and then pushed the door in with the token in hand.

The thick wooden door, which was three meters high, was unexpectedly not heavy, as if he just pushed it lightly and there was a force behind it to help him open the door.

The moment the door opened, the candlelight on the dark white wall inside also lit up automatically, dispelling the darkness.

The area of ​​about half a basketball court in the hall is not large, but the decorations are quite complete.

What hangs down at the door is a red cloth banner similar to that in the temple, inlaid with golden dragon patterns, depicting some incomprehensible spells, giving people a mysterious and solemn feeling.

Open it and look in.

A mural carved on the wall opposite the door, which is suspected to be a legend of gods and ghosts. A god-man who is flying in the clouds and fog and emitting golden light is whipping a ghost with a shackle on the ground with a green face and fangs, vividly, as if he will walk out of the mural in the next second.

In front of the wall is a desk table with brushes and inkstones and two books stained with dust.

On the left side, there are rows of shelves arranged from high to low, with tribute tablets densely displayed on it, but the names on it are blank, and maybe they are waiting for future generations to write them on.

On the right are many erected shelves, with many empty seats on them, and only three things are currently placed.

An iron chain, a yellowed oil-paper umbrella, and a grimace mask.

"Is this...newbie equipment?"

Su Bai was delighted and immediately walked over to check.

He first mentioned the chain and immediately had corresponding information in his heart.

This object is called "Soul Lock Chain", which is a magic weapon used by ghosts to arrest souls, as pointed by the arm. Moreover, it has the divine nature of the underworld. As long as the strength gap between the two sides is not too large, then treating ghosts is a suppressive treasure.

The second is the ghost mask.

This ghost-face mask seemed to be really terrifying from the face of a ghost. Its green face and fangs felt like touching a piece of soft and nearly rotten flesh, and it felt a little stiff underneath.

But it looks intimidating, but the actual effect is only the function of covering up the breath and face, which is a useless person who is better than nothing.

But for a living Yin official like Su Bai who is still moving in the world, it is indeed a bit useful.

Then he turned his curious eyes to the oil paper umbrella.
Chapter completed!