Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Following the opening of the gate of hell, gusts of incomparably pure Yin Qi swayed from the darkness behind the bronze gate.

Su Mo's eyes flickered for a moment, and he suddenly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, the unicorn stone in the primordial spirit exuded golden brilliance.

All the Yin Qi around him poured into his body!

"Ok?"

A few errands seemed to have a feeling in their hearts, and suddenly looked in Su Mo's direction.

"What is he doing?" a ghostly man asked in a low voice.

"It seems to be absorbing Yin Qi to cultivate?" The other yin guard showed doubts on his face, as if he couldn't believe it.

Indeed, this yin energy is completely from the kingdom of the dead, let alone absorbed by people in the yang world, even if it is contaminated, it may cause a lot of trouble.

Strictly speaking, this is actually an act of pulling wool from the underworld.

However, after glancing at the two Sikong Orders representing great power on the back of Su Mo's hand, none of them dared to say anything.

As time passed, Su Mo also slowly opened his eyes, and there was a sense of fullness in his body, which meant that the spiritual power in his body had reached a limit and could no longer be absorbed.

You can only spend time, waiting for them to slowly digest and transform into your own strength.

"Sigh... If I practice in such an environment every day, then I'm afraid it won't be long before I can break through to the realm of refining the gods and returning the emptiness!"

Su Mo showed a look of pity.

After he closed his eyes just now, he even thought that he had returned to the ancient days when he was full of aura.

However, the ghost gate will only open once a year.

As for the underworld...the yin energy in the underworld is too strong, and he dare not take the initiative to absorb it at all.

Otherwise, the Kylin Stone might explode in an instant, and he himself would be completely turned into a dead soul.

Most of the ghosts that can be sent to the underworld are ordinary ghosts, and those fierce things will not be allowed to step out of the ghost gate.

Therefore, with Su Mo and hundreds of paper figurines guarding them, the ghosts put away their careless thoughts and waited in line honestly for distribution.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Before you knew it, it was already midnight.

Su Mo, who was digesting the spiritual energy in his body, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the end of the road.

Accompanied by a tidy voice, a team of bronze armor stepped in from the yang world, and the leader was still the yin general.

It's just that the appearance of this yin general at the moment is a bit miserable.

The whole body of the bronze armor was covered with scars, and the dark green flame inside the helmet was much dimmer than before.

And behind him, all the armors on the Yin soldiers had cracks, and even a few bronze armors were carried by their companions, and the flames inside had completely disappeared.

Some Yin soldiers died in battle!

Su Mo stood up: "How?"

"Fortunately!" The leader, General Yin, jumped off his horse, and his voice was still low: "The target has been captured, and we will take it to the underworld to return to command, and Lord Sikong will continue to guard it for a while."

Su Mo nodded without asking further questions.

Watching hundreds of Yin soldiers walk by in front of them, in the middle of these Yin soldiers is the bronze coffin from before.

However, the coffin was tightly covered at this moment, and the black iron chains wrapped around it emitted a faint black light!

The spells imprinted on the coffin also emitted an inexplicable light, and a large amount of black blood dotted the surface of the coffin.

There were still bursts of roaring sounds from inside, causing the entire coffin to shake slightly.

It was as if something was struggling desperately.

A monstrous ferocity emanated from the coffin. Even if he was just standing by the side, Su Mo still felt a wordless oppressive force.

It wasn't until the group of Yin soldiers dragged the coffin and disappeared behind the bronze door that the surroundings gradually returned to normal.

As time went by, the long night passed slowly.

Ghosts no longer walk out of the gate of ghosts, and those ghosts who went to the yang world gradually return under the guidance of ghost messengers.

A pale-faced middle-aged man dressed in yin cao came out from the gate of hell, came to Su Mo and said, "Lord Sikong, the time is almost here."

"Ok?"

Su Mo glanced at him: "Is the door going to be closed?"

This man is a member of the Underworld Commander, who is responsible for conveying various orders and directing some things.

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded: "But there are still four teams who have not returned!"

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"Fourth team?" Su Mo frowned.

Each team has hundreds of ghosts, led by a ghost, four teams, that is thousands of ghosts!

"Do you know where they are going?" Su Mo asked.

The middle-aged man checked the book in his hand, and suddenly said, "They are going to Renjia Town."

Renjia Town?

A bad premonition suddenly came to Su Mo's heart.

He had already brought Wencai out, and these two scumbags followed Uncle Jiu back to Yizhuang.

Why is this still happening?

"Lord Sikong, I know that you live in Renjia Town." The middle-aged man lowered his head and said, "You can go back and have a look."

"The ghost gate doesn't need to be guarded anymore?"

"Yeah." The middle-aged man nodded: "Guarding the ghost gate, just worrying that the souls who come out of it will not be restrained and escape in all directions."

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"Now that all the other dead souls have returned to the underworld, there are only four teams of dead souls left, and these bad things at the door are enough to deal with."

"it is good."

Su Mo didn't talk nonsense. He stood up, and the Sikong Order on the back of his hand exuded a cold aura, forming a green flame vortex in midair.

After crossing the vortex, he completely escaped from the underworld passage, and Su Mo found that he still appeared at the door of Ren Mansion.

It's just that it is almost approaching dawn at this moment, and there is silence in Ren's mansion.

Su Mo felt the peace and tranquility in Ren's mansion, and after confirming that nothing happened, he flew towards Yizhuang.

At this time, the Yizhuang was still brightly lit.

Su Mo stepped back to open the door, only to find that there were stools in the living room.

Nine Uncle Da Ma Jindao sat on the main seat, and there was a plate next to it, which was filled with balls made of mud.

There are people talking, ghosts talking nonsense, many times the living and the ghosts cannot communicate directly, they have to eat mud in their mouths.

On the four chairs at the bottom sat four errants with mourning sticks in their arms and gloomy faces.

Qiusheng and Wencai lowered their heads and knelt on the ground without saying a word.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, everyone looked at Su Mo at the same time.

"What happened?"

Su Mo walked into the living room and asked.

The four servants stood up at the same time, saluted and said, "Lord Sikong!"

Uncle Nine is Sikong of the Money Printing Department. He is equivalent to a civil servant and has no real power.

But Su Mo is different. With the status of Soldier Ma Sikong, even if he is black and white, he has to salute him!talent.

Chapter 272

In the living room of Yizhuang, Su Mo sat on a chair with a gloomy expression: "All the ghosts have escaped? What's going on?"

"Oh, blame me for being incapable of discipline!" Jiu Shu sighed, and gave Qiu Sheng Wencai a vicious look at kneeling on the ground.

After the two boys came back, Qiu Sheng kept teasing Wen Cai, but Wen Cai was out of temper, so he quarreled with him.

In the end, the two of them didn't know what was going on, and they actually quarreled to the point of courage.

Wen Cai relied on the fact that he stayed in the ghost den to watch a play, and kept pushing Qiu Sheng. In the end, Qiu Sheng was so angry that he said he would go to see how the ghost messengers escorted the ghosts into the underworld.

Wen Cai, who was in a fit of anger, would naturally follow suit.

The two were planning to take a look and come back, but they didn't expect to meet a beautiful female ghost.

These two scammers were all fascinated. In order to let the female ghost escape and not enter the underworld, they actually stuck ghost-suppressing charms on the foreheads of these four ghosts.

Originally, Yinchao was an official position in Yinsi, and ordinary talismans would not work for them.

However, these ghost-suppressing charms were all drawn by Su Mo himself before and added to Uncle Jiu.

The ghost-suppressing talisman drawn by the great monk in the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, naturally calmed the four ghosts.

And the group of ghosts also scattered and fled in all directions.

Now, these four ghost messengers are coming to Yizhuang to ask Uncle Jiu Xingshi for their crimes.

Even if he is a disciple of Maoshan, he can't bear the responsibility of restraining the underworld and letting go of thousands of underworld ghosts without permission!

Because this is already a violation of the bottom line of the underworld, especially during this period of turmoil.

A errand wearing a black shroud glanced at Su Mo, and then at Uncle Jiu: "I know you are a disciple of Maoshan and have a high status, but such a crime is no longer something that Maoshan can protect, unless Master Zixiao comes forward and goes down to the ground." The head of the Mansion and I, the head of the Soul Seduction Division, will personally explain it!"

Jiu Shu sighed.

Not to mention that the sect leader is currently in retreat, even without retreat, it is impossible to protect him like this.

Uncle Jiu is highly respected in Renjia Town, but in Maoshan, he is just a disciple with good talent and practicing heretics.

"Why don't you take the two of them down." Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "All the troubles are caused by these two people. When you send them to the underworld, do you want them to be deep-fried, grilled, or cut with knives?" Chopped with an ax, it's all about guilt."

"what?"

Qiu Shengwencai still had a confident look at first, thinking that he had a master and an uncle, so such a little thing would be fine.

But hearing Su Mo's words, the two of them panicked completely.

"Uncle, are you joking?" Wen Cai looked at Su Mo with a sad face.

Su Mo put down his teacup without even looking at the two of them: "I'm not in the mood to joke now."

"Master!" Qiu Sheng looked at Uncle Jiu with a pale face, "Master, save us, we don't want to die yet!"

"Hmph, now you know you're afraid of death?"

Uncle Jiu scolded angrily: "Before when you suppressed the ghost messengers and let go of the ghosts, why couldn't you consider the consequences? Otherwise, why did you cause such a catastrophe!"

But he has a cold face and a warm heart. Although he verbally reprimanded him, he still couldn't bear to watch his two apprentices be taken to hell.

"So, can you allow a few more days?"

Uncle Jiu looked at the four ghosts: "I know that it will take three days for the ghosts to go back to the underworld before the review is completed. The four of you will stay at the end for the review. Within three days, we will definitely catch all the ghosts. Send it back to the underworld!"

"Four messengers, please don't report to the underworld immediately. When the time is up, if we haven't caught the ghost, it's not too late for you to report."

The four servants looked at each other and whispered.

No matter who is right or who is wrong in this matter, and who is responsible, if it is really reported, the four of them will definitely be punished.

Therefore, if it can be resolved, it is also in line with their wishes.

"The price..." A errand rubbed his fingers.

The errand next to him quickly glared at him, then gestured to Su Mo who was sitting next to Uncle Jiu.

Da Sikong of the Bingma Division is sitting there, how dare he blatantly ask for money?

On the contrary, Uncle Jiu took the initiative and said, "I still have 3000 million taels of Ming coins here, and I will burn them to the police later, and it will be regarded as compensation for trouble."

The four ghost messengers looked up at Su Mo, saw Su Mo nodding slightly, and said together: "Then we will wait for your good news."

After speaking, disappear at the same time.