Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

The spiritual power of both palms converged, and the golden light instantly disappeared into the grave.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Sure enough, a miserable roar came from the grave, followed by a black ghost figure.

Hong Yi grabbed him with one hand.

Grave-inducing Ghost: During his lifetime, he was an intermediary in choosing a site for viewing graves for others. After death, he took refuge in the grave-ghost master and had the ability to lead living people to graves.

Fear Level: B

Fear: 10000

Features: weak, but has a strong ability to control the mind.

Amitabha.

This is what he did after he died!

But in the past, at least it needed to be sold, and now it has become a strong buy and a strong sell.

"Amitabha, the poor monk asked you a few questions!" Hong Yi grabbed the grave guide ghost's hair with one hand and lifted him up.

"How do you know the information of the poor monk? There are even photos?"

The grave guide shivered in Hong Yi's hands.

This special grave ghost master is definitely intentional!

What information is this given?

"I said... I said!" The grave guide said immediately in horror:

"This is the information given by the grave ghost master, let Xiao lead you down!"

"The little ones are forced!"

"Grave ghost master?" Hong Yi then asked: "How could the grave ghost master know the information of the poor monk?"

"Uh..." The tomb-inducing ghost looked around and said:

"I heard that the grave ghost master is pursuing the green zombie master. The news that you smashed the green zombie master into meat last night, the whole Hui County knows!"

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi rubbed his forehead speechlessly.

Is this to avenge the one you love?

"This grave ghost master is a zombie? How is his strength?" Hong Yi couldn't help but ask when he thought of the appearance of the green zombie master.

Sure enough, the grave ghost master nodded and said, "The grave ghost master is very powerful. He once absorbed a trace of imperial energy in the emperor's tomb, and the grave ghost master has not been nurtured for thousands of years, and is much stronger than the green zombie master."

This grave guide was worthy of being an intermediary during his lifetime, and the details of this information could not be more detailed.

What hobbies does the grave ghost master have, what kind of coffins he likes, and even why he likes the green zombie master is clear.

This is definitely a talent!

Hong Yi carried him to Wang Dao's tomb bag and threw him directly on the ground.

"Bring the Wang Daochang up again!"

Who would have known that the ghost of the grave-inducing ghost had an embarrassed expression on his face: "Master, this is my cousin's introduction, I can't call it out..."

"Your cousin?"

Hong Yi was slightly surprised.

As expected of the intermediary, the grave-inducing ghost immediately noticed what Hongyi was wondering.

"My cousin was in the same company as me during his lifetime, and he also sold cemeteries, but my cousin has better grades than me, so..."

"After the two of us died, we did the work of raising graves, and we took care of each other!"

Hongyi pouted slightly!

Do you need to take care of this job?

It seems that being a ghost is not easy!

"Then call your cousin out, otherwise the poor monk can only..." Hong Yi's palm kept emitting golden light, the meaning was self-evident.

"Yes...Yes, Master..." The grave guide nodded immediately and agreed.

He turned his head and shouted at the grave bag: "Cousin...Cousin!"

After shouting for a while, sure enough, a shadow slowly emerged from the grave, and said with some disgust:

"Cousin, what's the matter? I just pulled one down, and it's not dead yet. What do you want me to do?"

The moment he came out, Hong Yi pulled his hair out with one hand.

The two grave guides knelt neatly on the ground, shivering, Hong Yi sat in front of Wang Laodao's tombstone.

There was a black mat in front of him, and Wang Daochang was lying peacefully on it.

Gu Heng kept digging clods out of Wang Dao's long mouth.

I thought that there must be a coffin under the tomb, but I didn't find these two poor people who led the grave and didn't even prepare a coffin, so I just rolled up a mat and finished the job.