What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Not bad! It's a piece of cake."

......

Wasteland ten miles away from the pseudo-capital park.

Beside the mass grave.

After using his illusion magic, An Chen stood under the blazing sun for a long time.

At midday, the yang energy is at its strongest.

The once gloomy and desolate graveyard no longer felt eerie.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a listless Qin Ye drifted over from a distance.

He was under a lot of pressure to complete a large amount of work in a short period of time.

During this time, Qin Ye would occasionally recall the miserable days of his life spent in the fiercely competitive job market: the middle school entrance exam, the college entrance exam, the postgraduate entrance exam, the doctoral entrance exam, the civil service exam, and competing with colleagues for performance targets at work...

I thought I would be free after I died, but I never expected to become a spirit again, just like before.

If there's no difference between being alive and being dead, then it's better to be alive.

Before, he always complained to his brothers that An Chen didn't order them around, but now he's starting to order them around. As a result, when he uses spirits, he doesn't treat them like spirits.

Looking exhausted, Qin Ye said, "Boss, the bait and the little black man's message have been successfully spread. We brothers have spread rumors in all the major cities, and if nothing unexpected happens, we should have some results soon."

Extreme heat is extremely deadly for spirits.

If a weaker spirit is exposed to the sun for too long, it may die on the spot.

An Chen placed his hand on Qin Ye's shoulder and transferred some of his energy into Qin Ye's body.

Qin Ye was one of the most versatile and responsible of his subordinates; it would not be an exaggeration to say that he devoted himself to his work.

Aside from hand-to-hand combat, his opponent was knowledgeable in virtually every area, possessing a little bit of everything, not to mention an area of ​​expertise. Even his final cause of death was overwork and sudden collapse...

Having been tormented by An Chen's matter for so long, Qin Ye is currently extremely exhausted. Even just drifting over from the neighboring city takes much longer than usual.

"Thank you for your hard work. Has the association responded to the news?" An Chen yawned, suddenly feeling a bit sleepy.

It was so hot that he regretted not buying a bottle of ice water.

It's fine at room temperature. If you put it on the ground and let Qin Ye hold it for a while, it can be drunk even if it's cooled down.

Upon hearing An Chen's question, Qin Ye hesitated whether to tell the truth.

He knew all too well how long his boss had searched for that thing, how much effort he had expended, and how many precious things he had sacrificed...

After a long pause, he sighed, "According to reliable sources, the Psychic Association has not responded at all."

"so."

An Chen's reaction was calm, and he didn't seem very surprised.

"If it gets serious, there should be a reaction; it's just not the right time yet," Qin Ye comforted An Chen, considering his feelings.

He understands An Chen.

Although An Chen is currently acting nonchalant and indifferent, he probably doesn't want Qin Ye, who has worked so hard for so long, to think about it.

"Have you investigated the other matters?"

An Chen glanced at the row of tombstones behind him.

He carefully selected a monument and sat down.

Raising his head, An Chen gently leaned against the back of the tombstone.

It's been too long; he hasn't come in a long time.

There were no offerings next to the tombstone.

Even if you put something up as an offering, it won't have any effect except for being stolen and eaten by wandering spirits.

Qin Ye floated to An Chen's side and replied, "We've asked all the spirits we could, including the Xu official in the east, the group of monsters hiding in the deep mountains and forests in the west, and the spirits in the north and south. As for which ones are suspicious and which ones are problematic, we have some clues. It might be much more dangerous than before recently, so you should be more careful, just in case."

"understood."

An Chen closed his eyes, waved his hand, and signaled to Qin Ye that he could go do his own thing.

Nodding, Qin Ye didn't say anything, and floated into the sky, ready to make his escape.

The energy that An Chen transferred to him almost restored his vitality, but the scorching sun still made it hard for Ling Ding to stand.

"Oh, right, wait a minute."

An Chen called out to Qin Ye, who had already drifted for some distance.

Qin Ye turned around, his face full of confusion.

"What's wrong, boss?"

Does this mean he has to run errands again today?

An Chen chuckled and pulled out a large sum of spirit coins from his pocket.

"Take these."

Qin Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.

His family members burn paper money for him from time to time, but they can't possibly burn that much paper money, right?

"Give...to me?"

Swallowing non-existent saliva, Qin Ye was somewhat flattered.

With trembling hands, he hesitated to take it.

"Take it, and share some with them too. I don't need any."

"Thanks, boss."

Unexpectedly, there was even a salary. Qin Ye and his gang initially worked for An Chen simply because they were saved in a critical moment.

Therefore, they never even considered that there would be any reward.

At the same time, Qin Ye didn't understand why his boss, as a living person, could have such heaven-defying abilities and even possess a small treasury of spirit coins.

He accepted the spirit coins, gave a slight bow, and then slowly floated away.

An Chen didn't get up until the sun went down.

A gentle breeze was blowing, making it very pleasant.

No one usually passes by the mass grave, so he doesn't worry about being seen as a freak by the living.

As darkness fell, all sorts of strange and unusual spirits returned to the mass grave.

Stretching and glancing sideways at the various spirits, An Chen felt a little lost.

After all this time, we still haven't found that person's soul.

"Can you see us?"

A spirit of a one-eyed old man with faltering steps floated over.

"..."

An Chen remained silent, simply watching him.

The wind blew quietly, and the temperature around us dropped significantly in an instant.

A beggar-like spirit trembled as it approached the one-eyed old man.

There were also figures resembling children and women, men and women, young and old.

Before long, a large group of lonely spirits had gathered around An Chen.

Most of those buried in mass graves have no relatives.

Perhaps no one cares, or no one pays attention, or they are abandoned, or they have encountered many hardships in the world.

They had no support, little energy, no spirit coins, and not even many offerings.

Few people remember them, and most of the offerings they received were simply placed there by kind-hearted passersby.

"Could you give us some offerings? Burning some paper money for the dead would also be fine."

Pointing to his already flattened belly, the beggar asked in a low voice.

Chapter 58 was just a direct act of deliverance, right?

“We haven’t absorbed any human spiritual energy.” A young woman with blond hair, who looked to be in her early twenties, floated out from a nearby tombstone.

"We can't hold on much longer." The one-eyed old man looked at his fading figure, his wrinkled hands trembling slightly.

Human suffering is something that affects both the living and the dead.

After observing everyone's faces expressionlessly for a while, An Chen used illusion magic to conceal his entire figure, including his already limited aura.

A fog that obscured vision rose up.

When the spirits opened their eyes again, there was a large handful of brand-new spirit coins on the ground.

......

It was already dusk.

Seeing that An Chen hadn't returned, Jiu Ge lay on her side on the sofa, hugging a milk candy, and ordered takeout.

For some unknown reason, the spiritual security situation in the pseudo-capital has inexplicably improved significantly recently.

Normally, we would go on missions every two weeks at most, but now it's been more than two weeks and we haven't seen a single evil spirit, and the association hasn't made a move either.

Since Su Zhi mentioned Xiao Hei's appearance in the association's work group, it seems that Xiao Hei has not shown its face again.

After listlessly finishing the takeout that had just arrived, Jiu Ge was unusually relaxed.

As long as Zhang Zhidong doesn't bring anything, the spirits won't come knocking.

She opened the healing video "I'm Really Not Cute" and, along with the rhythm, closed her eyes and began to silently recite in her heart: "I'm not afraid of spirits, spirits are not scary, spirits are afraid of me."

Halfway through the music, a wave of heat suddenly filled the living room.

Sensing something was wrong, the alert Jiuge released Naitang, quickly opened her eyes, and immediately turned off the video.