From the beginning of civilization

Fan took out the set of necromancy equipment with a mysterious smile.

No one cared where he got such a big thing from.

In their eyes, there is nothing but loyalty.

After all, their leader allowed them to see the future. If they had some spatial abilities, wouldn’t that be a piece of cake?

They began to assemble in a large underground cavity.

Fan took the instruction manual and directed them to start assembling it.

However, when I looked at the instruction manual in my hand, I felt a few black lines on my forehead.

"The soul communication device was developed by the greatest inventor in the underworld, Yin Tianzi himself."

"This device was developed to cater to the wishes of some time travelers who want to see their parents."

"The controls are simple and easy to understand. Just place your loved one's belongings on the platform and light three incense sticks on the large cauldron next to it."

"Your relatives are also in the underworld and have not been reincarnated, so you can connect to them."

"If he is reincarnated, he will admit that he is unlucky."

When he saw this, Fan couldn't help but exclaim, "Fuck, there's actually an internet in the underworld."

Of course, there is no internet allowed in the underworld now.

People use high-tech products such as computers in their offices, and they are all the underworld versions.

Fan then looked down.

"No returns after sale. All rights of interpretation belong to the underworld."

"If you want to complain, we have professional after-sales staff here to drag you into the underworld."

Fan's eyes widened.

"You're such a good player! If you dare to complain, I'll just say you're dead and take you away. And you can't say anything?"

The person who assembled the instrument was shocked when he saw his leader.

"I just feel that if my leader does this, there must be something big going on."

The soul communicator was quickly assembled, forming a circular platform.

There is an upright gate on top, which looks a bit like the plaques in ancient China.

Whenever he looked at this door, he always felt that it was very similar to the gate of hell described in his previous life.

Then he called Uncle Yan over, put the photo on a platform above, gave him three incense sticks, asked him to bow twice to the cauldron, and then inserted it.

Yan held three incense sticks in his hand and felt very strange.

"Didn't he say he wanted to save the world? Why is he getting into this kind of metaphysics? It's so similar to the necromancy rituals in his hometown."

"Even though I don't understand it, the leader must have his reasons for teaching him to do this."

Under the gazes of everyone, Yan followed the method Fan told him and inserted three incense sticks into the big cauldron. Then three columns of green smoke slowly burned up.

A thick fog rose up on the platform, but it did not move away from the platform.

Yan's eyes widened. He actually saw his wife and daughter.

But its figure was somewhat transparent, like the legendary soul.

The people watching from the stage were also stunned. "Holy crap, this thing is really weird."

His wife and daughter were also shocked to see their husband and father.

Yan's wife was also a little dazed.

"What the hell is going on? I just got home from work in Yidu City and was about to have dinner with my daughter."

"How did we get here in the blink of an eye? It's not that I'm dazzled. Why am I dazzled? Could it be that the child's father has come down too?"

"How did he die? Was it suicide?"

"That won't do. My colleagues told me that if you commit suicide you'll go to hell. No, I have to ask."

"Yan, what's going on? Are you coming down here too?"

Now hearing the familiar voice, he came back to his senses and tears started to flow down his face. The 1.8-meter-tall strong man was crying like a tearful man.

The daughter ran over and wanted to reach out to comfort her father, but found that her hand went through. She pouted unhappily and tried again and again.

When she found that she couldn't hold her father no matter what, she started crying loudly.

Yan recognized his daughter's crying and came back to his senses. Looking at the little person crying loudly in front of him, he wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her.

I tried the same action as my daughter just now, but after trying a few times, I found that I couldn't hold my daughter.

Only then did I remember the transparent state I felt when I saw my daughter and wife.

Also, why did the leader ask them to assemble this strange device?

Unexpectedly, this strange device called back the souls of his wife and daughter.

But it's better this way, it can fulfill his wish.

"Humura hasn't answered my question yet. And what's going on here? Are you coming down here too?"

Yan's wife frowned, looking very angry, with her hands on her hips, as if he had done something unforgivable.

"Zhi Ling, I'm not dead." Yan shed tears and showed a brilliant smile like in the photo.

"It must be this device under my feet that summoned you from underground."

At this time, Zhi Ling looked around and saw a group of people surrounding them, looking like a crowd of spectators.

Her pretty face turned red, and she subconsciously reached out to pinch Yan's ear, but after seeing her hand pass through Yan's body.

Alas, e-(?д??) let out a sigh, as if he was relieved, and roared at Yan like a lion.

"Since you're okay, why didn't you answer me earlier when I asked you? I was scared when I saw you just now. Do you know how worried I was about you?"

Yandu called him in such a familiar way that he started to giggle. He was a little uncomfortable with her gentle look.

"Yan, remember, don't commit suicide and come down to find us. Suicide is a serious sin and will send you to hell."

Then the two began to communicate again.

After the three incense sticks were lit, the family of three said goodbye reluctantly.

Yan slowly walked towards the platform, came in front of Fan, bent her legs and was about to kneel down in front of him, but was stopped by Fan.

"Get up, what are you doing? Aren't we companions?"

Yan said in a crying tone.

"Thank you, Boss, thank you so much..."

No matter what Fan said, Yan looked like he was about to kneel down.

Fan's mouth twitched, and he grabbed Yan's shoulders and lifted him up.

No matter how you try to persuade me, I have to take action.

Remember those who were already looking forward to it said.

"What are you waiting for? Line up one by one, don't fight over them. Each person can only take three incense sticks. These things are difficult to make." Fan said with a painful look on his face.

"This incense is damn expensive! I only need one time travel coin to buy a bunch of ten sticks. Actually, there's nothing special about it, just an ordinary incense that's just been blessed."

"I didn't expect it to be so expensive. Judging from the packaging, it looks like it was sold by another time traveler. I didn't expect them to make so much money without doing anything."

Fan sighed sincerely in his heart: "Life is so unpredictable, it's like a whirlwind. We're all time travelers, but how come our fates are so different?"

"Look at other people's time travelers, they have already opened online stores in the mall. I feel like I am just a loser."

After a moment of depression, there was a fire burning in Fan's eyes.

"No, I have to work harder. As long as I can't die from the roll, I will roll it to death."

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"Fuck it, I'm not going to sleep anymore. I'm going to finish building the exoskeleton first."