General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

"Thirty years ago, the first ghost appeared and quickly infected an island nation."

The two sat on the sofa, and Zhao Xiyu slowly spoke.

Thirty years, longer than I expected.

"Ghosts are divided into grievances, ghosts, ghosts, ghost leaders, ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and ghost kings."

"When you reach the Ghost Curse level, the strength of the ghost will increase by leaps and bounds."

"And the awakened ones were also born because of the appearance of ghosts, and I was a member of the Ghost Hunting Division before I was alive."

Zhao Xiyu said.

"The official division of classes into F-S gradients, my previous life class, the Frost Fire Lord, was A-level."

So it was.

All classes will start the job transfer mission after reaching level 10, and after passing the test, you can obtain more powerful abilities and new classes.

On top of this, there are three turns and awakening, but there are very few awakened people who can achieve it, all of which are the heavy weapons of the country.

"What is the official rating of the Undertaker?"

Xia Feng asked curiously.

According to the system, morticians are considered a rare profession.

Hopefully, the official did not pit itself.

Zhao Xiyu's brows frowned slightly, and he spoke: "Undertaker belongs to a few unique professions.

"The so-called only profession is that there is a fixed number of awakened people in this profession, and only after death can others awaken."

She shook her head, "This kind of profession is too rare, and there are only a few in the world, so..." Halfway

through speaking, Zhao Xiyu suddenly stopped, stared at the beautiful eyes, and looked at the summer wind incredulously.

"Why do you have a expression?" Xia Feng asked curiously.

"Your profession ... It wouldn't be an undertaker, would it?

She asked with some disbelief.

"yes."

Xia Feng nodded.

"You..."

Zhao Xiyu was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

The only profession, even the highest body of the Ghost Hunting Division is not few.

Sure enough, my own conjecture is correct!

If there is no terrifying power behind this man, how can he awaken to the Undertaker?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiyu's eyes looking at Xia Feng were a little complicated.

How many secrets does he still hide?

"Alas, do you know what the career path of an undertaker is?"

Xia Feng glanced at the next full-time question mark sign on the panel.

The system also did not give him a hint when to open the job transfer assessment.

"How could I possibly know?"

"The path of this profession is the top secret of the state, especially the neutral profession of mortician."

"Okay."

Xia Feng sighed.

It seems that I have to explore it slowly.

"What are you going to do next?"

Zhao Xiyu has accepted reality and is much calmer.

"What else can I do at school?" Xia Feng didn't think about it, and patted his chest: "I'm a man with a red scarf."

Zhao Xiyu's eyebrows twitched: "What about me?" "

She has already gone through the withdrawal formalities and it is impossible to go back to school.

The distance between the two cannot be too far.

Xia Feng looked down and thought and tapped on the table: "Let's make a try."

"You try to get into my body."

If you guessed correctly, the skill One Body Soul should support this operation.

Although Zhao Xiyu felt that something was wrong with this, he still nodded.

Feeling his body slowly dissipate and slowly merge into Xia Feng's body, Zhao Xiyu was surprised: "It really can."

"It's more than that."

When the two fused into one, Xia Feng found that he could manipulate each other at will.

"I'll come out~"

His heart moved, and Zhao Xiyu slowly appeared.

"I'm going in again

~" "I'm coming and going, going in and out~"

Looking at Zhao Xiyu who is constantly condensing and dissipating, the summer wind is having fun.

"You're enough!"

Zhao Xiyu's screams echoed in the funeral society.

After the trouble, the two finalized the details of living together, only to realize that it was three o'clock in the morning, and they couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

"Where is my room?" Zhao Xiyu got up and asked indifferently.

After the exchange just now, she almost understood that as long as she didn't attack and stay away from the summer breeze, she wouldn't be eaten back, and instantly turned into a cold school flower.

"What are you talking about?"

Xia Feng looked puzzled and pointed to the ceiling.

"According to the novel, aren't you all ghosts supposed to live in coffins?"

The funeral club is not small, there are three rooms on the first floor, the father lives in the master bedroom, the summer wind lives in the second bedroom, and there is a small house that has not been cleaned up.

"What's wrong? Do you think the environment is not good, otherwise I will help you change a coffin with better quality? Seeing

that Zhao Xiyu did not respond, Xia Feng asked with concern.

Zhao Xiyu took a deep breath and pointed to himself: "I am a high-level ghost, I have an independent ghost, not a zombie, I also want to eat and sleep, just like you humans!" "

Okay."

Xia Feng muttered.

Human beings are divided into three, six, nine and so on, even the ghosts have begun to solidify in class, is the involution so serious?

"I'll sleep in your house tonight."

Zhao Xiyu thought about it and said reluctantly.

The cottage is unoccupied, now clean and don't think about sleeping tonight.

Although Xia Ye is not there, living in the old man's room will always be a little uncomfortable, and only the option of Xia Feng is left.

"Dame!"

Xia Feng took a step back, covered in resistance.

In his room, there are many secrets that all boys cannot tell.

If the other party accidentally finds out, wouldn't they have been caught.

"I'll help you change into a new set of bedding, and you can make a night at Daddy's first."

"What little movie is hidden in your computer that you can only watch alone in the dead of night?"

Looking at the busy teenager, Zhao Xiyu leaned against the corner of the wall with his shoulders, ruthlessly debunking.

"I'm angry at that."

Xia Feng patted the mattress and said indignantly: "Now the counterfeiting is too serious, and the A part I bought is actually all B."

Zhao Xiyu's eyebrows twitched, and she decided not to take the initiative to talk to this man with a clear brain circuit.

Fortunately, I am now a ghost, otherwise I am afraid that I will be angry out of my heart attack.

"Okay, you sleep."

Xia Feng exhaled, turned around and instructed: "If you are hungry, there should be some tribute left upstairs, and it will be yours anyway." "

He wasn't hungry, maybe he ate too much tribute at night."