If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 31 God is Dead (Thanks to "Book Friend 160322003002867" for the reward

Having already agreed on the terms with Mr. Song, Hu Chen did not delay any longer. He immediately took a few quick steps, left the yard, and entered the study. Mr. Song floated in the air and followed closely behind him.

As soon as they and the ghost left the yard, dark shadows, bringing with them gusts of cold wind, came howling from outside the wall.

The meat and vegetable offerings on the altar were seen to be rapidly decreasing, while chicken bones and duck bones appeared out of nowhere and were piled up in a mess on one side.

Faintly, one could hear the sounds of chewing and arguing.

Guan Zhong felt uneasy, but pretended he saw and heard nothing and continued throwing paper ingots into the brazier.

On the other side, Hu Chen entered a quiet room that had been cleaned in advance, and carefully placed the rhinoceros pen, white jade inkstone, well silk, top-grade pine ink, and a set of colored ink on the table.

"Master Song, you also know that this place is a border fortress, and the literary style is not popular. I am still short of some spiritual ink. Please take a look."

Hu Chen looked at the blurry, sinister black shadow with hopeful eyes.

If Guan Zhong walked in at this time, he would see his master's shadow under the candlelight, while the blurry figure opposite him had nothing under his feet.

"My dear brother, I have been an inspector for some years and have experienced a lot, but this is the first time I have seen you act like this. Not only do you not use any spells or talismans to summon immortals, you just command people with just your mouth. Oh, I am not a human being anymore, I am a ghost.

Even the four treasures of the study that were passed down by the gods are not complete, and you still need the gods to check for omissions and fill in the gaps for you.

Really, many great immortals are not as good as you." Song Dashen said half sarcastically and half with emotion.

"Inviting the Immortal to Pass on the True Method" was originally a magic spell. Even if it was not orthodox, it was considered an unorthodox spell.

The threshold is even quite high, and many extraordinary people cannot use it even if they know the method.

Because you need to ask the immortals to convey the truth, you need to have very high attainments in the two professions of talismans and exorcism.

For example, if you want to invite ghosts and gods or painting fairies, you must at least prepare a fairy-inviting talisman and be able to recite the fairy-inviting spell fluently.

You have to burn the summoning talisman and the magic spell first, then recite the summoning spell, only then can you invite ghosts and gods.

Hu Chen only practices martial arts and does not understand magic.

He was able to invite Mr. Song entirely through his connections and backdoors.

Wait for Master Song to come, and then use bribery to buy off the ghosts and gods.

Asking the immortals to pass on the truth is an evil and strange art that does not follow the right path.

Hu Chen's methods are even more devious than asking the immortal to pass on the true method.

"Master Song, it's not that I dare to take advantage of you. I'm just restricted by the environment and can't do anything about it." Hu Chen was also helpless.

As long as he can find the spiritual ink, he will not ask ghosts and gods for help no matter how high the cost.

The price demanded by ghosts and gods will only be greater.

"I am not a scholar and I don't have any spiritual ink. I'll ask Saint Zhang later. Maybe he has it with him. Or maybe he is a superb painter and doesn't need any spiritual ink." said Master Song.

After he finished speaking, he sent out a message and the candle in the room went out with a puff.

The darkness was thicker than ink and denser than glue. The oppression and dullness in the air were so great that even a martial arts master like Hu Chen felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly, in the darkness, the floor tiles split to both sides, forming a two-meter-wide and infinitely deep crack.

There was a faint sound of stringed instruments coming from below, the sound was unreal and like a dream.

As the sound of stringed instruments got closer, a white-faced ghost in a tall hat was seen leading the way, followed by four red-haired, black-faced ghosts, carrying a large brocade sedan chair. They floated out from the crack in the ground one after another, and then slowly disappeared from the crack.

The sedan was extremely gorgeous, with images of landscapes, ladies, and immortals painted on its surface. They were so lifelike that one might almost think they were alive.

"Great Immortal, we have reached the border of the Western Shu Kingdom and have now entered the customs."

The white-faced ghost turned around and spoke respectfully towards the sedan door.

"Well, has anyone arrived?" The old man's voice came from behind the door curtain.

"I am Guan Huchen, a humble servant, and I am here to pay my respects to Saint Zhang!" Huchen bowed hurriedly.

"Do I want to draw you?" asked Saint Zhang.

"No, it's my daughter who wants to enter the palace, and she needs a Shadow God Map." Hu Chen said.

"Has your daughter come yet?" asked Saint Zhang.

"She's next door and will be here soon." Hu Chen didn't go out to call Guan Zhong, because when Saint Zhang asked about "people", he was actually talking about "ghosts", because they were all ghosts.

Hu Chen glanced at Master Song and said, "Master Song, I have to trouble you again."

This is the second step of the Immortal Invitation Fax: Soul Capture!
There are two major steps in the fairy summoning transmission. The first is to summon the fairy, burn the fairy summoning talisman, and recite the fairy summoning spell. The talisman and the spell are combined to invite the painting fairy from the netherworld to a clean and quiet room.

The second step is to burn the soul-capturing talisman and recite the soul-capturing spell, combining the power of the talisman and the spell to capture the soul of the target person.

No matter where the target person is, even if he is thousands of miles away, even if he has been dead for many years, as long as the soul is still in a corner of the world, he can call the soul into the room in an instant and let the painting fairy draw the picture.

In addition to the two major steps of summoning immortals and capturing souls, there are many details and trivialities.

Hu Chen lacked the ability and simply cheated.

Asking gods for help? He bribed the gods through the back door.

Soul-stealing? Continue to bribe the ghosts and gods, and ask them to help bring the good daughter's soul over. Song Dashen and his ghost messengers are civil servants of the underworld. They are the most professional in soul-stealing and soul-locking, which is more useful than the soul-stealing spell.

"Stop eating and come to work!" Master Song was unhappy, but he had expected this to happen.

He let out a "ghostly" sound towards the yard outside the house.

It really was a ghost's cry, like the howling of an owl at night.

Then I saw two old ghosts in police uniforms. One thin ghost was burping and his face was red, while the other fat ghost was gnawing on a steaming, juicy pig's trotter (ps).

They all had iron chains as thick as thumbs hanging around their waists, which jingled and swayed with every step.

The two ghost officials did not go through the main door. Instead, they walked in directly through two walls like illusory shadows.

"Master, who are you going to catch?" asked the drunken old ghost.

"Guan Yu, female, from the Shaman tribe, eleven years old this year, lives in the backyard of Guan Mansion." said the great god Song.

"Guan Yu?" The old ghost looked strange, "Is it a girl?"

Hu Chen was a little embarrassed and explained: "Her real name is 'Yu', and my last name happens to be 'Guan'.

When I return to Yingxiang Mansion, I will ask the scholar to give her a new name."

Master Song said impatiently: "What's her name? What does it have to do with you? You are just a ghost, just call the ghost by her name."

"Understood!" The two old ghosts shook their heads again and left the quiet room talking and laughing.

"Miss Guan, you are so arrogant that you even make me wait." Saint Zhang said sarcastically.

This is not a complaint against Miss Guan, but is actually directed at Guan Huchen.

Hu Chen understood, and immediately knelt down again and kowtowed three times, saying: "Painting Saint, please forgive me, I did not neglect you.

I have prepared vegetarian food and fruit wine, hoping that the saint will come and enjoy the offerings first, and then dare to trouble the saint to write. "

Master Song also showed a flattering smile and said, "Saint, please have a drink to moisten your throat first. Miss Guan is next door and will be here soon--"

"Roar!" A tiger roar filled with violent and ferocious energy suddenly resounded through the night sky. The sound waves even formed transparent ripples visible to the naked eye, rapidly spreading in all directions. Master Song's expression froze and he couldn't help but take a step back.

The five little ghosts who were carrying the sedan held their heads, huddled behind the sedan, and screamed like ghosts.

The sedan was very stable and did not shake, but its curtains and tassels were fluttering in the sound waves.

Saint Zhang in the sedan chair also let out a cry of "Ouch".

"Ah~~~~" The fierce roar of the tiger was mixed with the shrill and miserable howls of ghosts.

Just hearing the ghost's howling, I could feel the pain, endless pain.

Hu Chen was confused. "Just now, I seemed to feel the fluctuation of Hu Po's divine will. Was it an illusion or..."

He is the only one here who is not a ghost.

In the real world, there is no ferocious tiger roaring to the sky, shaking up the evil spirits in all directions.

Nor can you see the transparent sound waves that pass by like ripples on the water.

The only feeling Hu Chen had was the familiar yet unfamiliar Tiger Soul Divine Will.

It seemed like a master from the Guan family who was practicing "Tiger Soul Seven Kills" was displaying the secret of the Seven Kills not far away.

But the opponent's Seven Killings Secret seemed to be slightly different from what he had spent thirty years to master.

"Master, help me!!"

When the person and the ghosts in the quiet room were shocked or confused, the fat ghost who had left earlier and was chewing pig's trotters came in with a big pig's trotter, howling like a ghost.

"Chi Miao, why are you lifting your leg? Where is Luo Yan? What happened just now? Is it related to you?" Master Song asked repeatedly.

It turned out that the big trotter that the fat ghost was holding in his arms was his own, not a pig's trotter.

His right leg was cut neatly from the base of the leg, diagonally downward.

My left leg was also injured and was a little unsteady.

"Lao Luo, wuwuwu, master, Lao Luo seems to be dead. He was killed by 'Guan the Tiger'!" Chi Miao cried.

Hu Chen's face changed drastically, and he kept saying, "Sir, I have been in this room the whole time. Master Song can testify that I didn't kill any ghosts!"

"It's not you, the Guan Tiger, it's the little tigress in your family, your daughter Guan Yu~~ My legs, poor Lao Luo, wuwu, it's so unfair, so miserable!"

Chi Miao collapsed on the ground, wailing in sorrow while trying to connect the broken hoof.

(ps: Let me explain, in case the careful readers are confused, the food here is indeed steaming hot. The vegetarian and meat dishes that were served on the table were already cold long ago, and I didn’t write it wrong.

Humans and ghosts have different paths. Humans and ghosts are in two different dimensions.

It can be simply understood that the temperature in the ghost dimension is lower, the space is darker, and the atmosphere is more gloomy.

Just like a person's body temperature is constant, but in winter, when the ambient temperature is low, hot air comes out when you open your mouth, but not in summer.)
(End of this chapter)