Sand...the dark fingers gently swept over the hanging cowhide. A man with a slightly fat figure, wearing a red robe and a pipe in his mouth was carefully cleaning up the countless cowhides hanging in the air.

This is a stone house. The house is not small, about four or five hundred square meters in height. The height is also very strange, it is ten meters high. It is covered with cowhide. The cowhide has been processed almost transparently. It looks like a human skin sewing shop.

The man held a knife in his hand and trimmed the corpse clothes one by one. Occasionally, a piece of smoke was spit out from his pipe, filling the place with a strange atmosphere. And just as he was carefully repairing the cowhide, suddenly a crisp sound of "crack" came out.

He pinched the index finger of the knife, and because of excessive force, it had already been folded into a terrible angle.

"After all, I've been dead for thirty years..." The man sighed and straightened his index finger: "It's time to change a bone. I don't know when I can get enough money to change my bones when I work in the Gate of Underworld..."

At this moment, a continuous jingle sound suddenly sounded in the stone house. On the roof, there were thin bones hanging on them, tied to red ropes, and colliding with each other, as crisp and pleasant as wind chimes.

"Is it time again..." He sighed softly, put down the knife in his hand, pulled away the cowhides, and walked out the door.

As he got closer and closer to the door, the yin energy on his body became heavier and heavier, from ghost messenger to soul restraint, to impermanence! In his eyes, two pale ghost fires also jumped.

During the walk, floating ghosts kept handing spears, bone rings, headdresses made of pure gold. The heavy golden neck rings and various jewelry. When they arrived at the door, the simple red robe had become majestic and heavy because of these jewelry with great customs.

Unlike the meticulous craftsmanship of China, his clothes have a rough wild flavor, but they do not make people feel less majestic and lack aesthetics.

At the ten-meter-high gate, two ghosts were already waiting at the gate. With his arrival, they opened the gate one step ahead.

Carrara... a piece of light disappeared into the house. It was not the light of the sun, but the color of the torch. The man seemed to have been used to it, floating out of thin air, one inch from the ground.

Outside the gate is a bizarre and stunning picture.

This is an island.

Isolated island in the sea.

The island is probably tens of thousands of square meters in size. The center is a gorgeous grotto temple with a strong Egyptian flavor and religious color. At the top of the temple is carved with a cobra, which is lifelike.

In the huge area on the left side of the cave temple, the ground is flat and divided into hundreds of stone platforms. Various animal patterns are carved around the stone platform. In front of each stone platform, a woman wearing an African women's dress sits. She is colorful and has no difference in clothes, but the same is...their hair is all very long.

They fell to the ground. They were holding a thick bone needle in their hands, sewing something on the stone platform.

On the stone platform...numerous corpses were lying!

The corpse wrapped in cowhide!

These women used their hair to pass through the bone needles and sewed the cowhide tightly. This strange scene, coupled with the high candles lit from all directions, made the scene look yin and cold in the soles of their feet.

What’s even more terrifying is that... on the water surface outside the island, there are dense corpses floating!

He crossed his hands on his chest, lay among the cowhides, his face peacefully. Here, all the corpses closed their eyes.

Hundreds of people wearing animal skins

A strong black man holding a spear in an animal skin skirt was constantly patrolling the shore. There were also many well-organized corpse fishermen who salvaged the corpses and placed them neatly on the shore.

The Styx Ferry!

"How many corpses were sent today?" the gorgeously dressed man walked to the shore and asked in a deep voice.

"Three hundred and forty-seven, Lord Moputi." A man who had been waiting beside him, dressed in colorful feathers, replied respectfully.

After a pause, he said carefully: "But... at five o'clock in the morning, the Ancestral Spirit Shelter seemed to have detected an extremely powerful yin energy, probably at the level of the deputy chief."

"Impossible." Mopti turned around and left, saying without looking back: "There is no notice of the transit of the high-level ancestral spirits. Madagascar does not even have an organization on earth. Currently, the most powerful ancestral spirit protector is only at the level of a guard."

“Does it need to be recorded?”

"No, detect errors. Don't use such things to disturb the Holy Spirit and the Ancestral Witch."

The gate of the Grotto Temple opened again, and Moputi walked in quickly.

"This damn job..." He sighed and rubbed his eyebrows habitually.

After being dead for decades, he still works at the entrance of the Underworld. Without any accidents, it would be almost impossible to return to the holy land of the ancestor spirit.

The work here is very leisurely, and you only need to count the number of deaths in the world, and then extradite the souls of these people to the kingdom of the Holy Spirit. If anything major happens, it is impossible to pass here. Day after day, there is no change, boring and boring.

In this boring situation, he began to develop his hobbies, such as the tanning of leather—only, cowhide and a small amount of sheepskin.

Shaking his head and sighing softly, he felt like a mechanical woodpecker toy. When time came, he went out to ask. Then he retracted. The only thing that could make him feel useful was probably the respect for the soldiers of the new term.

He habitually took off the jewelry, raised his arms, and waited for the lower-level civil servants to take away the decoration for him. However, just as he began to untie the neck ring, he suddenly paused.

No one.

The entire grotto temple, the civil servants who had previously given him decorations seemed to have disappeared. Only the burning candles around the wall reflected the shadows of cowhide. A lonely depression suddenly rose, and immediately followed by a feeling of...extreme fear.

It seemed as if... he entered the tiger's cave, something... was watching him through layers of corpse clothes.

It was quiet and terrifying, as if you could hear the sound of your heartbeat. He moved his Adam's apple hard, looked around with great vigilance, his hands had already been placed on the door, and said hoarsely: "Antulu?"

No answer.

"Bagu?"

There was still no response, only the candle sparks jumped and made a beeping sound.

The ghost fire in his eyes had shrunk to the point of the needle and disappeared... All the ghosts in the entire cave temple disappeared... The ghosts that had been decorated to him a few minutes ago are now not left.

It was empty, only the corpse clothes floated, and the unknown fear hand squeezed his soul tightly. His back began to tremble.

There is something here... there must be!

And the other party is watching him!

He turned around quietly, suddenly pressed the door handle and pulled it hard!

Not moving at all.

Dingling! At this moment, the fragments of bones in the whole room rang wildly, hitting like crazy! And the thick corpse clothes began to float slowly

!No... it is floating rhythmically, as if making way for something in the center!

At the same time, all the candle brushes ignited several meters high! It turned into a miserable color!

"Come...Come!!!" Moputi turned around desperately and hammered the wooden gate: "Foreign enemies invade!! A ghost invades the Black Mamba's Underworld!! Notify the Chief immediately!!"

"You have good skills." Before he finished speaking, another young voice rang out in a plain way: "If these leathers can be sold to the living room, someone may be rushing to buy them, such as those old luxury goods."

Haha… The feeling of electricity on the spine spreads from the Mopti’s tail spine, and one reaches the top of the head.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since I died?

That kind of absolute suppression, totally terrifying...it was like the first time I faced a fool.

The Yin Qi detected before did not make any mistakes! There was actually a fierce ghost invading here! I was too careless!

He turned around tremblingly, his teeth trembling: "No matter who you are... invade the Black Mamba's Underworld, Lord Chief..."

It's silent.

He blinked his eyes and looked at the figure ahead in disbelief. The other party was just looking at the corpse clothes leisurely. He didn't give him a single extra color at all.

This dress...

This kind of yin energy...

He... remembered a rumor.

I accidentally heard rumors about the soldiers.

Before he died, there were four strongest underworlds in the underworld, known as the Four Constant Ones. Each of them was the dominant ruler of the region, and one of the top underworlds in China had been closed to the country decades ago. The whole world was paying attention to it.

"Gourmet to the Yin Clan in Hua Guo!!!" Without thinking, he immediately crawled on the ground: "The angel of the East has arrived, I have not received any notice, please..."

"Okay." Qin Ye waved his hand: "I am traveling in private. It's normal for you to not know. Stay there quietly and don't move. Abra."

"yes……"

A figure crawled out from behind Qin Ye with trembling fear. Yes, crawled, since he came here, Abra has lost the ability to walk.

"Babru..." He gasped, as if he had tried all his strength: "Contact my ancestral spirit...named Babru! He said that if I wanted to find him, enter the shelter, wrap myself in a corpse, come to the island of the lake in the undead, and say his name! He will sense it immediately!"

"Babru..." Mopti was stunned for a moment, then his whole body shook violently.

Boom!! Before he finished speaking, all the candlelights in this room turned black and red in an instant! The candlelight ignited countless flames butterflies and danced wildly with the wind.

A series of yin energy gathered from all directions, forming a cloud cave of ten meters in radius at the top of the entire grotto temple! In it, a trembling yin energy burst out instantly, covering the entire island!

Hula! A circle of black shock waves rushed out of the cave temple wildly. Before the Weaver Girl could speak, she was instantly washed away without a trace. But in the blink of an eye, only Moputi was lying on the ground and shivering.

He... remembered...

Bablu... The name of the deputy chief of the Black Mamba tribe... is also... the first ghost who follows Lord Holy Spirit! Bablu, known as the tail of the Holy Spirit!

After being a low-level official for decades, he finally hoped for the change he wanted. Unfortunately, this change... was too much more than he imagined.
Chapter completed!