After the scum finished ghost attack, I put it back on again

In the pleasant afternoon, with the warm sunshine shining in the air, Fu Lin sat lazily in his small garden, drinking tea slowly, enjoying the rare leisure time.

Suddenly, a misty and distant bell sounded in the quiet small garden.

"Ringling...jinglingling...jingling..."

If there is a clear and crisp ringtone, it seems to be whispering something, calling something.

The familiar feeling of tearing came from the depths of Fu Lin's soul.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the hand holding the teacup dropped feebly.

The slender figure swayed and fell face-to-face without warning.

Before completely losing consciousness, Fu Lin's ears were filled with the panicked cries of his parents.

"Rin Rin! Rin Rin! What's wrong with you Rin Rin?!"

I'm... fine...

The young man's lips moved, but nothing was conveyed in the end.

***

Fuck his grandma! !

He crossed again? !

Fu Lin sat up abruptly.

"bump!"

He cursed secretly, rubbed his blushed forehead, and lay back down with strength.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.But Fu Lin is not an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken, and the dark environment will not affect him.

He squinted and found himself trapped in a narrow cuboid chamber...?

Fu Lin looked up thoughtfully, and tentatively stretched out his hand to push it away.

"Click." The wooden board above slowly slid with the thrust, revealing the dark night sky.

The moonless night sky was so dark that even the scattered stars were gone.

Fu Lin crawled out along the gap between the planks.

It's wide open.

The cold autumn wind blows up the coolness, and there are shadowy things shaking in the distance, as if they are just tree shadows, but they don't seem to be.

Surrounded by cloudy air, covering the sky and the moon, visions abound.

With such a strong yin energy, Fu Lin knew without counting that it must be a cloudy year, and the place he was in must be an extremely yin place.

Fu Lin frowned slightly, and stepped down from the coffin lightly.

The nearby soil was soaked in scarlet blood, outlining a complicated and treacherous blood formation, the young man's eyes moved along the blood, and a tall figure stood at the end of the blood.

It is also the center where all evil spirits gather.

The black air visible to the naked eye enveloped the figure, and Fu Lin could only vaguely distinguish that it was a lifeless corpse, a mummy without any moisture.

The clothes wrapped around the mummy are still intact. Although part of it has been corroded by the filth, the general shape can still be seen.

Wait, that dress?

Fu Lin hesitated a little, is that a suit? !

Fu Lin couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He thought that such a strong evil spirit was either a century-old zombie or a thousand-year-old blood demon.

Did it turn out to be a new corpse?

This is very interesting.

Fu Lin rubbed his chin, raised his footsteps, and walked in the direction of the mummy without haste.

As he moved, the Yin Qi seemed to have encountered something extremely terrifying, and avoided it one after another, creating a "fresh and clean" path.

After a while, Fu Lin walked up to the mummy.

Looking closer, the mummy was actually a bit taller than him, with a slender and stylish skeleton.

It's a pity that the flesh and blood on his face were completely dried out, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was sallow.The originally slim-fitting clothes hung loosely on the bony body, and there was even only white bones left on the right arm, which was extremely terrifying.

Huge evil energy slowly surged towards the mummy, nourishing his carrion, bones and sleeping undead, breeding the most vicious things in this world.

If the power of this mummy is formed, let alone him, even Gu Xuanming in his heyday would have to avoid it by three points.

Fu Lin's eyebrows gathered together, and then stretched out after a while.

Although it is still uncertain whether this mummy has anything to do with him, but he never likes to hand over the initiative to others.

The young man bit his finger, using blood as ink, and the sky as a talisman, he drew in the sky, and the piercing spiritual energy gushed out. Following the rhythm of his fingertips, a mysterious rune formed in the void.

Ordinary celestial masters and ghost hunters cannot manipulate evil spirits that are much stronger than themselves.But Fu Lin is different. His corpse-controlling skills are learned from the biggest villain officially stamped in "Exorcism", and forcibly controlling one or two ghouls will not cause him too much burden.

"Exorcism" is a modern ghost-hunting novel, which is the world he traveled to last time.

Fu Lin finished the last stroke with a wave of his hand, put his index fingers together, and touched the mummy's eyebrows, and waited intently.

The faint blue runes in the void gradually shrunk and were printed on the mummy's forehead.

To Fu Lin's surprise, the undead sleeping in the corpse did not make any resistance, and easily accepted his contract.

The next moment, the mummy opened his eyes.

Fu Lin paused, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, then bent the corners of her mouth, and smiled kindly at the mummy: "Hello, my name is Fu Lin, and from today on, you will be my ghost general. You can call my master."

"..."

As if he had never heard of the mummy, he rolled his eyes slowly and with difficulty, staring at Fu Lin.

After a long while, he raised the bone in his fleshless right hand and stretched it towards the young man with difficulty. A broken and hoarse voice came from his throat: "... Fu... Lin..."

This scene is kind of scary.

Fu Lin didn't even blink his eyes, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm Fu Lin, do you remember your name?"

The mummy didn't answer, he took a step forward persistently, his slender bony fingers were about to touch Fu Lin's cheek, but suddenly stopped in mid-air, he withdrew his arm suddenly, and stared at himself speechlessly. Withered hands.

In the boundless darkness, his left hand was so shriveled that only a layer of sallow and wrinkled skin remained, and there was no skin left on his right hand.

He froze for a full quarter of an hour before turning his head to look at Fu Lin, and there was no expression on his bony face.

Fu Lin was not surprised by the silence of the mummy. Most of the newly born evil spirits would fall into chaotic hatred and obsession. They could not remember their last name or their life experiences.

Until they are saved, or they can control themselves by their own will and wake up from their evil thoughts.

Fu Lin thought for a while: "Then you are called Fu Yi for the time being, how about it?"

From now on, there may be two, three, four, five, six, seven.

The mummy tilted its head slightly, noncommittal.

Fu Rin only regarded him as acquiescing, then lowered his voice, and asked another key question unhurriedly: "Do you know what's going on with this blood array?" He raised his head and looked directly into the mummy's eyes, " You brought me here?"

"...Catch?" The mummy's pupils narrowed slightly, and it murmured in a low voice, with a hoarse and broken tone that was seven points cold and three points blank.

Fu Lin's voice was also a little colder. He rubbed the center of his brows forbearance, and complained: "Why me? Do you know how much effort I spent to go home?"

"……go home?"

"Yes." Fu Lin sighed lightly.

He very much suspected that he was forcibly bound to the fast travel system.

This is not the first time he has crossed.

The last time he transmigrated into "Exorcism" was also a corpse resurrection. That time there was neither blood formation nor yin energy all over the ground. He just forcibly attached to someone else's corpse for no reason and came back to life.

Breathing backwards, yin and yang reverse.

It perfectly interprets the term "resurrection from the dead" without metaphysics or science.

Fu Lin glanced at the mummy.

The mummy in front of him is strong, but Fu Lin doesn't think that he is strong enough to break through the shackles of time and space, cross the boundary between life and death, and summon him here.

That is no longer within the reach of ordinary people.

Thinking of this, Fu Lin's tone softened, and he spread his hands helplessly: "Forget it, I can't blame you, I probably have such a bad physique."

The mummy had a wooden face and didn't speak.

The black air that enveloped the mummy was a little thicker.

The young man patted the mummy's shoulder unconsciously, and continued to babble: "Don't worry, brother, I have no interest in enslaving ghouls. If you help me find some spiritual weapons later, I will set you free."

"...What...spiritual weapon?" The mummy's eyebrows moved.

"Compasses, bells, etc." Fu Lin pondered for a moment, then explained a little, "I need to lock the location of my home."

"... Soul-guiding plate?" The mummy's voice was much smoother, but there was a hint of gnashing of teeth.

Fu Lin didn't hear it, he just raised his eyebrows in surprise.

There is also a soul-inducing disk in this world?

It couldn't have been better.

It is not easy to find a spiritual tool that can cross two worlds for positioning, and it is even more difficult to master such a spiritual tool proficiently.

If the soul plates of the two worlds were the same, he could save a lot of research time and go home sooner.

Fu Lin asked: "Where is the spirit disk you mentioned now?"

The mummy twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't draw a complete arc. He stared at Fu Lin coolly, with blood in his dry eyes: "It's in Shen Yuan's hands."

Fu Lin froze for a moment: "Wait, you said Shen Yuan?"

wrong.

what happened?He wears it back again? !

Fu Lin couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his face, and then touched his clothes.

The knitted sweater on his body is very familiar - three days ago, he was wearing this dress to draw the reflection of the soul.The young man reached out and touched his pocket again. There was only one mobile phone left in his pocket.His petty money and instruments were all gone.

The mummy let out a vague laugh, and the deep chuckle seemed to come from hell, rubbing the obvious malice: "So, what are you going to do? Go find Shen Yuan?"

Fu Lin was deeply immersed in the uneasiness of not having a magic weapon, she was young, helpless and pitiful.He nodded absently, and answered the mummy: "Yes, let's borrow it from him again."

The mummy sneered, as if mocking the youth's ignorance, but also seemed to hide some indescribable sadness.

Fu Lin glanced at the mummy strangely: "What are you so angry about? Do you think Shen Yuan won't lend it to me?" Fu Lin didn't wait for the mummy to answer, and continued casually, "It's just a spiritual weapon, you don't understand, He and I are dead brothers."

Mummy: "???"