After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 168 Yinzhi Dama
At first glance, it looked like a dull paper horse, but after Song Miaozhu sent it to the ghost shop warehouse in the underworld, it became more real than the spiritual paper pony with spiritual energy.

The outline of the skeleton is wrapped in streamlined muscles, the fur has a silky luster, and it stands quietly in the ghost shop warehouse, waiting for the call of its master.

Song Miaozhu immediately returned to the underground secret room and lay down. His soul went to the underworld and floated to the street outside the ghost shop. Then he pulled the Yin Paper Horse out of the ghost shop warehouse.

If she were in the mortal world, as a rookie who had never even touched a real horse, even getting on a horse would be a big problem, let alone how to control a galloping horse.

But at this moment, she was in the form of a soul, floating up directly and easily riding on the horse's back.

She didn't even need to hold the reins, her horse was in tune with her.

With just one thought, the horse rushed out like an arrow.

The strong wind raised by the horse's hooves pushed the ghost shop in front aside.

Ghosts on the street:!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

Where did this horse come from!
Those who are less knowledgeable are just wondering why the beast ghosts that are only found in the Beast City appeared in Fengdu City where the human-shaped ghosts were staying.

Those who have seen more were already exclaiming in shock: "There are Yin paper-made figures in Fengdu again! They come from Anshou Hall, no wonder!"

Song Miaozhu sped all the way without any obstruction.

The first time I rode a horse in the underworld, it felt completely different from driving a car in the world of the living.

When driving in the world of the living, one must pay attention to traffic rules and safety issues and be careful at all times, but when riding a horse in the underworld, even if one falls off the horse, it will not have any impact on her soul.

Song Miaozhu was completely immersed in speed and passion.

When they reached the archway leading to the tomb, the horse leaped as she wished, carrying her directly into the air and rushing into the archway.

When we came out, we had reached the top of Yanzipo.

At the gate of the Liang Mansion, the six ghost shopkeepers waited eagerly, and finally the person they had been waiting for appeared, but...

"Yinzhi Dama!" Shopkeeper Liang exclaimed.

The other ghost shopkeepers also looked surprised.

"Can you be a Yinzhi Dama?"

As soon as Song Miaozhu got off the horse, Manager Liang grabbed her hand.

Song Miaozhu nodded.

She rode a horse to the appointment today, not only to save time, but also to promote herself.

None of my fellow card players are short of money.

"Great, please help me fix the red tassel!" Liang Fuyi said excitedly.

"And my black jade!" Shopkeeper Huang stepped forward.

"So is my Feiyan!"

"My snow-covered snow!"

"My Akakage!"

"My white sentence!"

Song Miaozhu made an appointment with six card-playing friends today, intending to teach them how to play the script-killing game that he had promised before.

Now they all pulled her to ask her to repair the horse.

Upon asking, I found out that they had all bought the paper horses made by Song Miaozhu's ancestor to evoke Yin energy.

But that was two hundred years ago.

Their Yinzhi horses still have their spirituality, but a hundred years ago, the horse's body became unusable after running for a long time.

Unlike still life sculptures, paper horses wear out quickly. Not every Anshoutang shopkeeper can master the art of making Yin paper horses before their death.

Therefore, it is common for a Yin paper horse made by the previous shopkeeper to wait for many years before being repaired and restored by the next shopkeeper.

In "The Secret Art of Paper-making", our ancestors also recorded similar things, and the rules and regulations all have old precedents to follow.

Song Miaozhu flipped through the "Secret Art of Paper Folding" in her mind to confirm. "Old customers have a chance to have the horse's body remade at a 50% discount, but it will cost 600,000 ghost coins. Customizing the horse's body will cost another 100,000, for a total of 700,000. Are you sure you want to have the horse's body remade instead of buying a new one? A new one will only cost 1.2 million ghost coins."

"We don't need a new one, just redo the horse's body!" the six shopkeepers said in unison.

They still have feelings for their old friends.

"Okay then! What kind of thing do you want to make?" Song Miaozhu asked.

"I have Hongying's portrait. I'll ask the housekeeper to give it to you later," said Manager Liang.

Other shopkeepers also took portraits, and those who wanted to give their horses a new look also stated their requests.

Song Miaozhu took a look and found that the difficulty was not low: "It may take a long time to make it..."

"It's okay! We can wait!"

Those who want to reincarnate should do so as soon as the spiritual energy is revived. When they grow up, the spiritual energy will be at its most abundant.

They are not short of money, and they have not taken any action until now, which means they have long given up the idea of ​​reincarnation.

Time is the least valuable thing to a rich ghost.

Song Miaozhu accepted these orders to remake Yinzhi Dama as a way to hone her paper-making skills, and also to make some money at the same time.

"By the way, didn't you say you would take us to do something fun?" Liang Fuyi finally thought of the important matter.

"Have you read the role cards given to you carefully and not revealed them to others?" Song Miaozhu asked.

Liang Fuyi nodded, turned around in front of her, then lifted the golden veil on her face, revealing the cinnabar talisman around her neck.

Song Miaozhu then realized that her attire today was different from usual and very consistent with the role she was playing - the Mute Princess.

The attire of several other shopkeepers was also changed according to their identities.

There are medical officers wearing doctors' uniforms, bodyguards carrying personal iron boxes, wandering Taoist priests carrying compasses in their arms, Huxuan dancers wearing silver bell anklets, and young coroners carrying autopsy tools.

Song Miaozhu was the first to enter the Liang residence, reading the presiding officer's words: "At three o'clock in the evening, the moment you step over the threshold, the vermilion lacquer door behind you will be slammed shut by a chilling wind." The paper lanterns in the corridor suddenly turned a dark green, illuminating the dense scratches on the screen wall.

The sound of chimes echoed from the southeast corner. When the candlelight reignited, you discovered that you both had spirit-calling banners soaked in corpse oil tied around your waists. And the bronze mirror in the middle hall, rumored to be able to reveal past lives’ grievances… what was reflected in the mirror was not your current appearance…”

Song Miaozhu clumsily led them to play the script-killing game "Blood Moon Reflecting the Bone Mirror" that she got from Cheng Ziyang.

The entire process was completed within 3 hours, allowing them to understand how this script-killing game works.

The ghost shopkeepers were still not satisfied.

"If there were more scenes, it would be more fun!"

"I didn't play well today and was exposed early! I will definitely not do this again!"

"It's all over, and we know who the murderer is. How could it be as exciting as today if it happens again?"

"What a shame! Why can't this script-killing game be played repeatedly like mahjong?"

……

"You can be the host and lead the other players in the game! Besides... I have plenty of materials for script-killing games!"

Song Miaozhu said, pulling out a large pile of bound documents: "Take these and study them! I'll fix them for you after I'm done playing with them!"

(End of this chapter)