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I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn! chapter 122

I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn!
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Han Tang pointed to several symbols on the coffin and continued, “According to this pattern, engrave these symbols all over the coffin, and then paint every bluestone brick and every door nail!”
“There is this Great General Talisman on every door nail.”
“Each coffin has an exorcism talisman.”
“Each piece of bluestone brick is engraved with decrees to ward off evil spirits.”
“After doing this, you can stay at my Yin-Yang Inn until the end of Yin-Yang.”
At this time, several ghosts couldn’t help but glance at it, but hesitantly did not speak, and after a while, one of them asked weakly.
“Sir, we are all ghosts, and these spells will directly suppress us to death.”
“us”
Han Tang waved his hand and said.
“You only need to carve the shape, so that the spell has no power and you will not be hurt.”
Let these ghosts do these things simply because the work is so tedious.
But the spells drawn by the ghosts are powerless.
Han Tang needed to draw spirits to these spells at the last moment.
Just like the previous painting of the fourth-grade Zhengqin official position, if the spell is incorporated into the aura, then the power of the spell will directly increase several levels.
It may be that the power of the ghosts to describe these spells is much worse than that of Han Tang’s own paintings, but the main power of the coffin-guarding formation in the morgue lies in their combination.
As long as there is no problem with the formation, as long as the spell has a little power, the formation can suppress the corpse here.
At this time, Yin Hun heard Han Tang’s explanation, and was relieved.
Immediately afterwards, Han Tang saw the ghosts begin to engrave on the coffin, the stone bricks on the walls, and the door nails with spells engraved on them.
In less than an hour, everything Han Tang explained was done.
Then Han Tang stood in the middle of the morgue, with one hand on his chest, pinching the seal and whispering.
“The laws of the sky are clear, and the laws of the earth are spirited.”
“Capture the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and bind the spiritual energy to the invisible!”
“Return!”
As soon as the voice fell, he saw that the night that was like ink became even darker, and a faint fluorescence lit up in the morgue.
Those fluorescent lights seemed to be a single life form, scattered into countless numbers, and then fell on the spells engraved on those ghosts.
When the fluorescent light and the spell were perfectly fused, an extremely depressing aura suddenly shrouded the morgue.
The people in the morgue were as heavy as two mountains on their shoulders.
And all the spells are all connected together at this time, forming a large array of protecting the coffin in the morgue.
The coffin-guarding formation changed from fluorescent light to red light, and it returned to calm after lighting up three times.
The morgue also returned to its previous state, without that terrifying pressure.
“Now each coffin is engraved with rune spells, and the spells are connected to form a coffin-protecting formation. Although this formation is not top-notch, it is considered a great success.”
“Presumably even if an intruder came in and opened the coffin, the corpse inside would not be able to escape the suppression of the spell.”
“Unless someone is stupid enough to remove the body from the coffin.”
Han Tang shook his head, returned to the door and glanced at the morgue again, and found that there was a faint presence in the morgue.
You must know that the corpse has not been processed by spiritualism. If it is disturbed by the ghost, it will easily become a corpse.
Now that there is underworld power in the morgue, ordinary ghosts do not dare to step into the morgue.
Unless it is a ghost at the level of the underworld commander in the underworld, it will not be able to hold this kind of underworld power.
Just like when Zhang Qilin was rushing to Sanjia Mountain Village before, he encountered that yin guard on the road. Zhang Qilin used the underworld of the Great General Talisman to directly intimidate the guard, but the guard couldn’t even lift his head.
This is the horror of the underworld to the ghost.
“With this coffin protection formation, one of the most worrying points can finally be put down.”
“but”
“Now that there is a golden coffin, where to find the quest about the emperor’s corpse is a problem?”
Han Tang muttered, then shook his head, glanced at the morgue again, and walked back to his room.
Early the next morning.
It was just dawn, and Zhang Qilin seemed very tired all night because of his practice of spiritualism yesterday. That kind of fatigue came from the exhaustion of his soul.
Therefore, it is rare today that I did not get up early in the morning to practice black gold ancient swords outside the village.
At this time, Zhang Qilin had just put on his clothes when he heard Hao Xie’s voice from outside the room.
“I go!”
“What’s the matter?”
“Our morgue has changed!”
Then I heard Fatty Wang’s voice, which was full of disbelief.
“I’m going, fat man, I slept so hard yesterday?”
“I don’t even know that our inn has a decoration team?”
“No way!”
“Could it be that Brother Han Tang did it again?”
“How did he do such a large amount of work?”
Zhang Qilin was standing by the window in the room at this time, frowning slightly, and looked outside in confusion.
Don’t know what happened outside, but it must have something to do with the morgue.
So he went out the door.
Seeing both Hao Xie and Fatty Wang standing at the door of the morgue, they also leaned over, and then they saw that the morgue seemed to be rebuilt, swept away the old sense of dilapidation.
“I’m going, there’s a golden coffin!”
Fatty Wang looked at him in shock, and couldn’t help but smacked his tongue secretly, “Hao Xie, explain to me as you are an upper-class society, how much is this golden coffin worth!”
“Bah! Who is high society?”
Hao Xie glanced at Fatty Wang angrily, then turned his head to continue to look at Although, shook his head and continued, “This golden coffin, if it doesn’t have seven or eight million, it won’t come down, right?”
“The current market price is more than two hundred and sixty per gram of gold.”
“One kilogram of gold is roughly equivalent to [*]!”
“A solid wood coffin is about [*] kilograms. If you change it to a golden coffin, you must have [*] kilograms, right?”
“Well, it’s almost like sixty or seventy million!”
Fatty Wang’s eyes were suddenly filled with golden light, and he couldn’t help but say after a long while, seeing that he had almost stayed behind.
“Oh my God!”
“If this is changed into money, what will you be fighting for in this life?”
“But how could our little brother Han Tang be so rich all of a sudden?”
“You said, shouldn’t this coffin be gilded?”
“But it’s a lot of money to be gilded!”
“tsk tsk”
“And the black gold coffin! The crystal coffin! Hey, how much do you think the ice coffin is worth?”
“”
Chapter 110 I haven’t been there, but it’s in “The Story of Chasing Corpses”! , Zhang Qilin glanced at the morgue at this time, although he was surprised to see the golden coffin, but that was because if the inn had a golden coffin, there might be emperor-level corpses among the corpses to be chased in the future. .
But now there are very few people who come to their Yin Yang Inn to place orders, let alone to entrust this level of tasks?At the same time, Zhang Qilin also discovered that in just one night, not only the coffins in the morgue had changed, but also the walls, floors, and doors.
The spells on those bluestone bricks could not escape Zhang Qilin’s eyes now.
He is also someone who has learned spells, so he can see at a glance that the coffins and stone slabs are engraved with the Great General Talisman.
Moreover, after the Great General Talisman was combined together, a coffin protection formation was formed.
This was the first time Zhang Qilin saw this kind of handwriting, and he couldn’t help but praised it secretly.
“Treasurer Han is really generous!”
“These spells are put together, and it can be said that the storage of the corpse is foolproof!”
Nor is it to say that morgues are absolutely safe for the storage of corpses.
If there are too strong corpses, they can still break free, but how many corpses of that level are there in this world?Hearing the noise in the yard at this time, Han Tang couldn’t help but walk out of the room. He also just woke up, looked at the group of people and laughed.
“What are you looking at?”
Hearing Han Tang’s voice, Fatty Wang couldn’t help but come over and ask.
“Brother Han Tang, is this your masterpiece again?”
“How did you do it?”
“I think even if I slept to death, we shouldn’t be able to hear the construction of the Yinyang Inn, right?”
Hao Xie also looked at Han Tang with a bewildered expression and nodded, also very curious.
And Han Tang waved his hand.
“What’s so rare about this?”
“Find a few ghosts to come to work. With this amount of work, it will be completed in just an hour.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of the ghosts. They do things very efficiently.”
Hao Xie, Fatty Wang, and Zhang Qilin looked at each other with puzzled eyes.
“Looking for a ghost to come to work?”
“An hour!”

I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn!

I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn!

我与神明画押,成立赶尸客栈!
Status: Ongoing Type:
Since ancient times, there has been a legend among the people that in a mountain somewhere in the world, there is a mysterious inn.There are a few special people living in the inn. They have their feet on yin and yang, and are proficient in chasing corpses, digging corpses, tying paper, feng shui, and even changing their lives against the sky, returning the dead to yang... omnipotent!And it is said that the shopkeeper of this inn is an expert who is not born. He can change the general trend of the world with just a few gestures. He is behind the scenes in both the yin and yang worlds!However, in the vast world, no one has ever seen this mysterious inn and its shopkeeper. There are only legends about it.Some people call the inn a corpse-hunting inn, while others call the shopkeeper Mr. Yin Yang.Until this day, three young people passed through Huaxiahe Province and strayed into the strange Fengmen Village, only to see suddenly a thick fog shrouded, an ancient inn faintly appeared, and a long-standing voice came out:"You are willing to draw a bet with the gods and join the Yin Yang Inn..."

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