"Isn't there anything more normal?" Qin Ye asked gritting his teeth, suppressing the complaints in his heart.

"Yes, for example, when I saved you, the one move of ten thousand ghosts to devour the souls of 100,000 people is not a problem. For example, you now have a spirit-slashing sword at the level of soul restraint, and you have no objection to attract the souls of 10,000 people with one sword. The key is that your underworld cannot even reach the capacity of the ghost messenger level, how can you use it?"

Arthas is instructive: "Don't worry, when our underworld is slowly expanded, you can still destroy a city in hundreds of years."

"And, Yincai's true strength is never a magic trick, but a Zanpakura in his hand. After Bankai, he can reach a virtual state..."

Qin Ye rationally interrupted the other party: "Are you the god of death who is one of the three major migrant workers?"

"Sorry... It's easy to say, it's actually almost the same. Every time you kill a Yin spirit, you will nourish your Zanpo... No, Yinchao, and once it enters the blade state, it is enough to crush all Yin spirits of the same level! Even the three Taoist masters are no exception! This is the greatest right given to the underworld by the rules of heaven! So, what else do you need to do?"

"As for taking it back... it would be better if you could burn it here. If not, I would just use the universe in my sleeves to bring it over. The rules of this palace come from the old underworld. If you are like the new evil spirit who is destroyed, you should not think about it."

OK.

Anyway, I'm just a life of a bull or a horse?

Qin Ye shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the park.

Since the solution has been solved, there are two things to do now.

First, money. Second, find out where the 40 points are hidden.

He walked out of the back door of the park, frowned slightly, and began to think deeply.

Before the critical moment, his personality is always lazy and casual, but it does not mean that his way of thinking is also loose and relaxed.

"Two months have been a long time, but Daishan City, as the capital of Hui Province, has reached more than 700 square kilometers of the main urban area... Condition 1, we must check in every day." He murmured thoughtfully while walking: "This limits our time. It is gone in the morning and will be at least 4 o'clock in the afternoon. In other words, the time left for us is eight hours from four o'clock to twelve o'clock."

"Condition 2: We cannot expose our identity, and we cannot ask the local special investigation office... In the eight hours of 60 days, a city with nearly 10 million people, everyone is a clue. This is a task that is simply impossible to complete."

Arthas said lightly: "These two old men don't talk nonsense, but this time I reiterate, don't be less than 60. I guess that it is very likely...those who are less than 60 will be in danger of dismissal."

Qin Ye nodded: "Indeed, even the most basic requirements cannot be met. How can we teach students well?"

The first batch of students who were studying for the first time came from all over the world, from major heritages and secret sects. This is the first time that the school has a reputation, and it is the most important world. Quality is much more important than quantity.

"And, now thinking about it, this sixty is not that easy to get..." Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and saw the various vendors and snacks on both sides. He said as he walked: "Although the physical condition of a practitioner is much better than that of ordinary people,... who knows that he is not sick?"

"Or other matters, you must take a half-day leave, then... if you follow the rules and study in school, even if you deduct a point for taking a half-day leave, you will not pass the exam."

"About the above, this forty-minute location is not too biased and not so easy to find. I know... for rent."

Just as he walked to a station, he waved and stopped a taxi.

"Have you any idea?"

Qin Ye nodded and whispered: "A funeral street, cultural relics market."

"As the provincial capital, Daishan City definitely has such places, and these two places are the ones that fit our goals the most."

After reporting the name of a funeral street, the car quickly pulled him to the place, but the more he walked, the more Qin Ye realized something was wrong.

The atmosphere is different.

Although Daishan City is pitifully yin, there are also some. However, before entering the funeral street, I saw countless special shops on both sides.

There are people selling talisman paper, some selling magical instruments, and some selling jade ornaments... There are a wide range of people, and the religious atmosphere is very strong.

"Master, what's going on?" he said in surprise.

The driver said while driving, "Little brother, is it the first time I came to Daishan? Didn't I say that it's been so evil recently."

Qin Ye immediately understood why.

The underworld does not exist, and the ghosts have nowhere to go. Their Yin Qi is very thin, but when there are too many, there are definitely a lot of people who see ghosts!

One or two, dozens of them don’t matter, but have you seen them thousands of people?

In addition, the government deliberately laid the foundation for everyone, and did not deliberately stop it. The supernatural atmosphere naturally became more and more intense, but it was still controlled within a controllable range.

The driver raised his chin to both sides: "It was like this two years ago, monks, Taoists, Jianghu, tsk... I couldn't see it when I used to break the four olds, but now there are more. I heard that not only Daishan, but other provincial capitals are the same. Moreover, this time the government did not control it much, but instead released a street to do business for these people. It is said that the business is very good, with at least tens of thousands of net profits per month..."

Qin Ye nodded slightly and his eyes passed by both sides.

Indeed, the business is good.

At the doorstep of every house, whether it is fortune telling or selling "magic tools", there are crowds of people, and at least a few people are there. It is completely different from the fact that no one cares about it decades ago.

He was not happy, but felt a little more solemn in his heart.

This shows that...the supernatural beings become more and more intense. Only when there is a threat can citizens seek peace of mind.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of the Funeral Street. This was a stone gate of an ancient archway. There were two one and a half meters Diting sculptures placed at the entrance. Unlike the previous Funeral Street, there were obviously fewer typical Funeral Street stalls with white banners and paper money, and there were more shops related to practice.

He casually walked into a shop of "Ningshi Talisman Room", and there were five or six people inside. The decoration was antique. On the left was a portrait of the Sanqing area, on the right was a picture of the Sakyamuni area, and on the top of his head were a small palace lantern. One by one, it looked a little broken and had an ancient meaning. The talisman paper painted on the red ghost talisman was lying in carefully carved wooden boxes.

Sandalwood was lit in the house. As soon as Qin Ye came in, a waiter in Zhongshan suit came over and smiled and said, "Sir, is there anything you can help?"

Qin Ye was a little disappointed.

There was no feeling of true energy in the whole house, and all the talisman paper was made of Xibei. He asked nonsense: "What is this for sale?"

"The ancestral talisman paper is passed down." The waiter smiled and pointed to the counter: "Our boss, who has mastered the Ning family of Tenglong Province's talisman paper, has all the talisman papers he drew. No matter what kind of monsters and ghosts, just carry them with you, you can ensure a lifetime of peace."

Qin Ye was in his pocket with both hands, turned his head to look at a wooden box on the alien square next to him. The ghost painting talisman inside stabbed his eyes and said lightly: "Do you believe this?"

The waiter smiled perfectly: "Sir, it's not that you believe it or not, but that it really does."

He deliberately spoke in a low voice: "In the past few years, even over the past ten years, there have been countless people and things. You can say that I am a feudal superstition, but the world is full of words, supernatural record posts on the Internet, and major websites, do you still think this is a joke?"

"The country has not denyed it. This is a disguised recognition. If we were not for our Master Ning, we would not have seen the sufferings of the world, and we would not have come out of the mountain to live in the world."

Qin Ye smiled a little complicated: "Then how much does this chapter cost?"

"This talisman is called Lingbao Qingyun Tongyun Ansha Talisman, the price is 666." The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, don't think it's expensive. The cost of a talisman has been lost, and the energy consumption is uncountable. We are new to this street, and the cost price is all, which is much cheaper than Wan Rongfu and Xianghe Ning on the street."

A talisman 666... ​​Qin Ye sighed. If it weren't for Bao'an City, he would really want to open a store. This is simply a robbery of money! Is the cost price thirty?

Not to mention anything else, he just drew a few strokes, and his aura was in agreement. Who dared to come and die if he didn't open his eyes?

"Ning Daxian..." He shook his head with emotion, and the waiter smiled and said, "It's a master, I dare not be a great immortal."

Qin Ye nodded: "Does he... know what he drew?"

"I really know you." Before he finished speaking, an old voice came from behind. Qin Ye turned around and saw a low-talking old man looking at him with bright eyes.

The other party was about sixty years old, with a pair of white beards and chest, and a bun loosely tied up with white hair on his head, and a black ribbon hanging over his shoulders. He was wearing a white coat, black silk pants, and a pair of white socks and black cloth shoes. When he saw it, he was full of immortality.

"Master Ning." The waiter said immediately.

Master Ning waved his hand, and the other party immediately went to greet other guests. Master Ning and Qin Ye looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

Master Ning's face remained unmoved, and he had already raised his vigilance in his heart.

Don't know why...

From the beginning of this man entering the door, he couldn't help but look at the other person, and... a feeling of terror in his heart never disappeared.

Some people dare to open such a store, but now the situation in China is whether the talisman paper and jade decoration are easy to use, and it will be known at least two or three years. This has led to fewer and fewer people taking advantage of the situation. Even if they are not strong enough, they always have some understanding of this industry, at least some rumors from their ancestors.

After crossing the boundaries, the prosperous market that the seven ghost craftsmen finally ushered in will never be lenient.

Master Ning didn't know how to say this feeling. He just now... seemed to see a black cloud. The black cloud that he had never seen before rushed out of the door, making him feel cool all over. And... Moreover, this young man always felt that he was wearing ancient costumes and had white hair, as if he had crawled out of a coffin.

"You are..." He took a deep breath and lowered his voice, "Master Guijian?"

Ghost craftsman?

Qin Ye shook his head amusedly. He looked at Master Ning interestingly to see what else he wanted to say.

Master Ning's forehead was dripping sweat.

Not a ghost craftsman... But why the closer he gets, the more he feels his hands and feet are colder?

It seemed that the other party blinked and the King of Hell wanted him to die tonight, and no one dared to stay until tomorrow.

"Sir..." He whispered hoarsely: "I... haven't crossed the line..."

"You... are usually in the ghost market, and this street is just to give us some food..."

Qin Ye smiled, too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!