One Hundred Ways to Become a God

In fact, to be precise, what Fu Shanming wanted to snatch was not Commander Yin, but the wisp of consciousness that Xuan Qi assigned to Commander Yin.

He didn't mean to provoke the ghost warden, but he salivated when he saw the "fierce ghost" next to He Yan, and wanted to catch it and refine it into his magic weapon, but it just happened that it was so unfortunate that the one he liked "Li Gui" is the avatar of the Director of the Ghost Prison, attacking Sombra is equivalent to attacking Commander Yin who is the rule representative of the Ghost Prison Division!

He Yan looked at the pale young man in front of him who looked very weak, and suddenly asked: "Are you Fu Chenhua?"

After knowing the content of the official business of the man Xuan Qi, he briefly checked the information of the Fu family. He also has a little understanding of the current situation of the Fu family. Naturally, he also knows that there is a very talented person in the younger generation of the Fu family. figure.

The face of the young man on the opposite side had calmed down again, met his gaze, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Yes."

This is a good seedling. Not only is he talented, but after getting in touch with him, it can be seen that his temperament is also good. Given time, he will definitely become a great talent and occupy a place in the metaphysics world.

It's a pity that he was born in the Fu family.

The decline of the Fu family is irresistible, most of the foundation accumulated by the ancestors has been consumed, and the juniors are generally mediocre, except for Fu Chenhua, there is no outstanding person, and they are even more decadent than the previous generation. It can be foreseen that when Fu Chenhua inherits the position of patriarch, how seriously he will be dragged down by the family.

But these have nothing to do with him, and He Yan is just a pity that he doesn't have so much sympathy to help the Fu family.

Reincarnation of cause and effect has a definite number. Throughout the ages, no country or family has been able to prosper forever. The Fu family has been strong for nearly a thousand years, and it is time to go downhill.

He just said a short word to someone, and the man secretly clenched his hand a little bit. He Yan felt helpless, nodded to Fu Chenhua and didn't talk to him anymore, but followed the man's footsteps to the bed.

The middle-aged man lying on the bed turned blue, because Fu Chenhua had taken some blood just now, and he was already very angry. Even if they didn't come today, he would definitely not survive a month's time. Expect.

The man raised his free hand, tapped the middle-aged man's cap, and lifted it up lightly. A dark gray translucent long shadow emerged from his forehead. This long shadow could vaguely It can be seen that it is a human figure, but because of the instability of the soul, the face is blurred, and the edge of the soul body freezes and disperses at times, as if it will disperse in the next second.

The human soul is divided into colors. The purer and more transparent the soul is, the whiter it is. The more sinful the darker the color is. In this world, there are few people who are very good, and there are only a few people who are very evil. They are all light gray, and the soul body of some people who have done more bad things will appear dark gray just like Fu Shanming's soul body.

Not wanting to interfere with the man's work, He Yan originally wanted to pull his hand out of the man's hand, but the man didn't intend to let go at all, and just interlocked his fingers like this, completing this series of operations with one hand.

He Yan: "..."

Fu Chenhua pretended that he couldn't see the movements of the two people in front of him, so he focused his eyes on his second uncle's soul body, and quietly shrank aside to act as a qualified background board.

He was quite calm, knowing that he was powerless to change anything, but with a hint of curiosity, he observed how the yin official would punish his second uncle.

Although the trial of the ghost prisoner is well-known in the metaphysical world, most of the process is carried out in hell. Few people in the yang world have seen the scene of the ghost prisoner's yin officials publicly executing the execution. This kind of opportunity to watch is rare. Can't ask for it.

A black air escaped from the man's fingertips, and nimbly got into the dark gray soul body like a small snake, roughly reading his memory.

Fu Shanming's soul body was distorted for a moment because of the pain, the man's pupils suddenly became darker, and there was no longer a trace of light in his eyes.All the good and bad things the ghost in front of him did when he was born as a human were transformed into frames, which flashed past his eyes in fine detail.

Although these memory images flashed by too quickly, He Yan stood beside the man, and his mental strength was connected with the man, so he still got a glimpse of some fragments.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet.

The bad things that Fu Shan has done are far more than just trying to deceive the secrets and snatch the shadows, but those things are not big, and he has many magic weapons by his side, so he has been lucky to escape until now, and now he finally kicked the iron Being taken out of the board for liquidation is well deserved.

But in just a few seconds, Xuan Qi finished reading Fu Shanming's life, and he stretched out his hand to fish it out again, and the wisp of black air came out of Fu Shanming's soul again, turning into a long and thin pen, automatically A few dark words were carved on the dark gray soul body.

Every time a stroke was made, Fu Shanming's soul body twisted silently, as if he was enduring great pain.

That string of words was very weird. Fu Chenhua had grown up in a scholarly family, but he couldn't tell the meaning of these words at all, and those words seemed to carry some untouchable taboo. Just looking at it twice caused his eyes to sting and his consciousness to fluctuate, so he had to look away.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while before he felt that his consciousness had barely stabilized.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that black shadow turned into a pitch-black chain again, binding the struggling and twisted soul body, following a crack of black light that appeared in the air at an unknown time, swiftly stuffed in.

After Fu Shanming's soul body disappeared, the young man who was clasped by the man in black with his fingers interlocked in a very possessive gesture glanced at him with a half-smile, and in the next second, the two disappeared out of thin air. in front of him.

The cold coercion in the room also dissipated.

In a daze, Fu Chenhua suddenly felt that what he just experienced was just an illusion.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before hurriedly walking to the bed and leaning over to check.

His second uncle lay quietly on the bed, his body didn't fluctuate at all, and the little vitality left on his face completely disappeared, and his vitality was already cut off.

After a person dies, the blood cells in the body will also swell and die quickly, so the effect of using the blood essence of a dead person in the practice is greatly reduced compared to the essence blood of a living person.

Fortunately... before those two people came, he took some blood from Fu Shanming.

He straightened up, clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, and strode towards the door.

It was unexpectedly calm outside the house, no different from before he entered.When the guards saw him coming out, they greeted him respectfully, "Master."

Fu Chenhua cautiously placed a restriction on the door, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes, and told the guards: "Keep an eye on this place, and don't allow anyone except me and the patriarch to come in for half an hour."

The guards didn't know why, so they were stunned for a moment before answering: "Yes."

Although I don't understand why Fu Chenhua gave this order, but he is the young patriarch, and he has great power in the clan, second only to the patriarch. Since he gave the order, they have no choice but to obey it.

The guards stood where they were, watching the white background of the young patriarch disappear in front of the courtyard in a hurry, feeling vaguely that the Fu family's uneasy life might be about to turn upside down again.

This business trip was very easy. Including the time spent going back and forth, it took about half an hour to finish it. It was not yet eleven o'clock, and there was still some time before lunch.

So after leaving the Fu family, He Yan decided to take his partner to complete the plan that he failed to complete last night due to an "accident".

Buy mobile phones, computers, and some clothes that can be seen.

Han Ziyu's clothes are too old, many of them have been washed so that their color has changed. Although He Yan does not pursue luxury in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, he doesn't want to wrong himself too much if he can afford it financially.

The location of the Fu family's old house was close to the suburbs of the city, so they were not in a hurry anyway, so the two got on the subway directly and were about to get off at the shopping mall station in the city center.

It's not the rush hour for commuting, and they got on the subway from the starting point. There are not many people at all, only two or three people are sitting sparsely in a carriage.

He Yan was sitting in his seat, holding his mobile phone to browse the metaphysics forum.

This forum is very lively, including all kinds of weird and strange types of posts such as popular science research, gossip, etc. Although the total traffic is not large, the user participation is very high, and there are thousands of high-rise buildings with replies everywhere. Changes.

He Yan's posts are very complicated, and he clicks on almost all types of posts. The world of metaphysics is a bizarre world that he has never seen before, and he has only just come into contact with people and people in the world of metaphysics through Xuan Qi. However, there is still great interest in this unknown field.

Xuan Qi was sitting next to him on his right, with his legs slightly spread apart, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his left leg wearing cold suit trousers touched his right leg.

He Yan glanced down, seeing through his little thoughts, didn't say a word, didn't move his legs away, and continued to indulge in brushing posts.

It's just that when the man saw that he silently indulged his intimacy, he became more courageous. He had just lowered his head and read the posts for 5 minutes when he felt his left shoulder sink. On the ground, the long arm stretched across the back of the chair and rested loosely on his shoulder.

He Yan: "..."

This guy really understands the essence of pushing an inch.

He spoke helplessly, wanting the man to restrain himself a bit: "You..."

Although it's just a small gesture like putting a shoulder on it, it's in a public place after all, not to mention anything else, it's not good to teach bad children.

Xuan Qi's pupils are very dark, and his appearance tends to be sharp, but when he looks down at him, the deep blackness in his eyes appears strangely soft, with a hint of nostalgia that is not obvious, even his facial features appear It's softened a lot.

He Yan looked at the man's thick and slender eyelashes, which were particularly obvious because of the downcast eyes, and the words of reprimand were on the tip of his tongue, and suddenly he couldn't speak.

Forget it, anyway, it's just shoulders. Many friends who have a better relationship now often hook their shoulders, and it's not out of the ordinary.

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