Chen Feng woke up with a few thin Ming notes in his hand.
An erratic afterimage in front of me, pulling out a strange twisted face in the air, slowly disappearing.
The flood of memories came.
Chen Feng was in a trance.
Four pillars of pure Yin… Lonely Star of Heaven… Yangshou is like smoke… Yinshou lasts forever.
The predecessor had the same name and surname, and his fate was ill-fated, and his hometown suffered a military disaster. The whole village, except for his death, was left with a mad, sloppy old man.
Finally escaped the military commander who had done a good job, but was caught by the bandits and sold a half pass.
The owner who bought him, but the Harrier of Yaqueling, a group of Harriers are about to wrap their predecessors in flour and put them in a pan.
It happened to be rescued by the aisles all the way from the Heavenly Master’s Mansion.
This man, looking at the good skin of his predecessor, immediately moved his crooked eyes as a furnace.
The predecessor was unbearable and committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.
So I didn’t die. I smashed it into the grain truck of the Kyoto grain transport team. The man did not die and he fell almost to pieces.
In this way, he hung half a breath and stared round eyes to curse that Taoist Hualiu for a long time, so he wouldn’t die.
The **** officer of the food transport team looked at it and thought that this kid had a hard life. What the Kyoto Town Soul Division wants is this kind of duckweed who has no foundation. I have a way. This guy can sell it for a good price. .
In this case, before the injury of the former body was well, he was “recommended” by the **** officer and gave it to the Secretary of Soul Township.
This soul-saving division is not easy.
In the eyes of Kyoto people, it is an extremely mysterious existence.
The people there can only see in, but not out.
Occasionally seeing a person, the invisible cold, expressionless cold eyes, just one glance makes the soul tremble.
It is said that this land is connected to the netherworld, and even the yin and yang, and the people in it, are all the living dead who fate forever.
Chen Feng has digested the memories of his predecessor, and he understands what’s going on.
This world is not peaceful, demons are rampant, and ghosts are rampant.
Dashun specializes in the Demon Slayer Hall, Fu Mo Hall, and the Soul Surgery Division.
The first two are well understood. Simply speaking, this Department of Soul Control deals less with matters concerning the living and more matters concerning the dead.
To be precise, it is a special place to manage ghosts.
The people inside are like walking in the underworld.
The person in the yang room is the difference of the underworld.
Officially, it belongs to the Dashun Dynasty.
A double-sided civil servant who takes yin and yang rates and silver.
In addition to the Soul Suppressor, the Soul Suppression Division consists of the Beidou Branch and the Nandou Branch.
It’s strange to say that, both belonged to the Department of Soul Rehabilitation, and in the memory of Chen Feng’s predecessor, he had never seen Nan Dou.
No matter the people of Beidou or Nandou, they are called soul masters, only code names and no names.
It’s not because of the iron barracks, the running soldiers.
No one can live for three years.
Either died unclearly, or simply disappeared without a trace, even if a corpse could be left, it would be horrible death.
What’s even weirder is that the soul-suppressing division of souls has no way of knowing where these souls called soul masters have gone.
Demons and monsters are rampant, weird, ominous, windy, chilling and quiet…
Chen Feng, who came across, wanted to escape.
If it weren’t for Chen Feng to come through, the predecessor, “Chen Feng”, would have died.
Death was unclear, and Chen Feng was even suspicious. The twisted grimace that he saw when he woke up was the soul of his predecessor.
“Dangdangdang…”
The muffled sound of the weight hitting the weighing pan.
“Yuheng three, Kaiyang fifteen, Tianquan two, died.”
The cold sound without emotion, like a set alarm clock, shocked Chen Feng’s spine and chills.
Three, if it weren’t for Chen Feng to travel through, the death knell would add a Diana Eleven.
Chen Feng belongs to the Beidou Tianji Group, codenamed eleven.
There are 15 people in the group, which is 14 people.
The 13th of Tianji, for unknown reasons, has been vacant.
“This time called the soul, the Tianji team has not been reduced, not bad.”
The head of the Tianji group, that is, Cao Qiuchen, glanced at the fourteen people standing in front of him, waved his hand expressionlessly, turned and left.
Cao Qiuchen is not his name, Cao is the last name, and Qiuchen is an official position.
Even Chen Feng, who is called a soul master with only a code name, has an official position, called the landlord.
Like the boss of Beidouke, his name is Lin Zhonghou.
The boss of the Town Soul Division is called Jin Fengwei.
The official is the official of the underworld, and the man is the official of the underworld.
The landlord, Yang Feng, Moon, two or two broken silver, half a pill of blood energy.
Yin, a month, a dollar, no money.
One money is the weight of the soul, which can make the soul more rewarding.
Mingchao is the kind that Chen Feng just held in his hand when he opened his eyes.
According to Chen Feng’s understanding, this money is incalculable, it means piece rate wages.
As for the use of Ming notes, Chen Feng’s memory in his predecessor did not “see”.
Who is the living person who uses Mingyue…unlucky…Chen Feng had doubts and wanted to communicate with others.
However, everyone in the Dimensity Team was expressionless, like walking corpses, exuding a breath of “Don’t suffer from me” all over.
One word, mourning.
That’s right. No one is in a good mood if he knows he won’t live for three years.
Escape?
Hehe.
Are you a decoration for the soul-blood fate of the Secretary of Soul?
In the Department of Soul Control, as long as you can’t die, you have to keep doing it. Want to go out? OK, if you don’t die for three years, you will be free.
Chen Feng is worried, this start is a bit difficult.
According to the death rate of the soul master, it is harder to survive than three years.
At this thought, Chen Feng was so depressed that he didn’t even eat dinner and fell asleep.
I can’t sleep well, I have nightmares, I feel chilly, and I always feel that something is digging into my head.
He slept all night faintly, and the next day he woke up, the number ten in the shop next door could no longer get up.
This guy, it hasn’t been a month since I’ve been here, so he gave a vague explanation.
I died so unclearly, my head became an empty shell, and the corners of his lips even made a rare smile.
No emotional fluctuations can be seen in other people’s eyes. They can see this kind of thing, and they are used to not being surprised.
The matter of the dead did not cause any waves.
Cao Qiuchen looked numb, and gave out the quest for the soul without expression.
“No. 1, Tianzi No. 5 room.”
“No.2, Room No.17 with Dizi.”
“No. 3, herringbone room No. 6.”
……
“No. 11, Herringbone Room No. 2.”
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It is said that the soul is related to the soul, so there are three realm rooms of heaven, earth, and man. The realm of heaven is the most fierce, the next is the realm of earth, and the realm of human is the weakest. Generally speaking, there is no accident in the room of heaven. Eighty-nine is to be braided.
When No. 1 heard that he was about to call Tianzi Room No. 5, he made a cut, revealing a relief on his face.
Everyone was silent, took the task, and walked to their respective rooms.
Chen Feng bit his scalp and came to the Herringbone Room 2.
There are all kinds of soul weighing tools in the room, including ink fountains, platform scales, steelyards, stilts, scales, telescopic springs…
Runes on the four walls of the room flowed, and two chains of bright yellow runes crossed in a crisscross pattern, running through a ghost with a disheveled hair.
The ghost is **** and can’t see the original appearance. From the bulging belly, it can be judged that it is a pregnant woman in front of him.
Chen Feng didn’t dare to look more. He picked up the ink fountain based on his predecessor’s memory, pulled out two golden threads and connected the chain of brilliant yellow symbols, and flicked his fingers.
Two buzzing sounds.
Chen Feng’s scalp was numb, and he felt as if he had been stabbed twice, and he didn’t know what was wrong.
Following Chen Feng’s movements, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and six big blood-red characters slowly appeared on the side of the ink fountain.
“The soul weighs four or two and five dollars.”
Weighing the soul is complete, just when Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl ghost with disheveled hair did not know when to open her belly, holding out a ball of **** and sticky crumbs, and wailing: “How much is it weighing me?”
As the female ghost wailed, the temperature in the room became lower and lower.
The brilliant yellow talisman chain emits a dazzling light, extinguishing a wave of unsettled grievances.
The grievance was so heavy that Chen Fengru fell into the ice cellar, and his soul was trembling.
“My life is over.” Chen Feng cried secretly. The ghost turned into a ghost, and the chain of the herringbone room was afraid that it would not be able to trap him.
Boom boom boom boom sounded continuously, and this ghost broke away half of the talisman chain and rushed towards Chen Feng, who was unable to move the pestle.
Just when Chen Feng was helpless.
There was a sudden sound in his mind.
Chen Feng didn’t even think about it, and shouted at the female ghost who rushed: “The soul weighs two or four dollars.”
The female ghost who was about to break the other half of the talisman chain was stunned when she heard the words, dementedly took the fragments in her hand to her face and rubbed her face, repeatedly chanting “two, two and four money.”
Come and talk, and after a while, weeping again, with bleeding and tears in her eyes, muttering “My son is so fate”.
Chen Feng was also stunned.
A place that is invisible to others, a book that is as thick as a mountain is slowly opened, and there are three simple small seals on the title page.
Yin and Yang Book.
The book of Yin and Yang is invisible and automatic, and handwriting gradually appeared in the blank area, and a stern voice came from his head.