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Shen Xiaorong’s proposal moved my heart.

He has been reincarnated so many times, kept his memories, and waited in the underworld for so many years, so it has something to do with it. Such people are definitely the best "coordinates".

However, Shen Xiaorong probably appeared many years later than Mo Wen. He is not the first ghost.

Shen Xiaorong saw some of my thoughts and persuaded me: "Are you looking for someone or some ghost? I know a lot of souls and should be able to help you. Just put forward your conditions. I will I will help you find the soul you are looking for. If you are not sure, you can ask the lady you met before to cast spells. I should be able to accept them in every country."

Shen Xiaorong's attitude cannot be said to be insincere. He was literally begging me to help me no matter what.

I knew he had other plans, and I also knew that letting these ghosts out would bring hidden dangers.

However, the help Shen Xiaorong can provide me is indeed very important.

As long as the whole world is restarted and the supernatural factors are erased from this world, no matter how many calculations Shen Xiaorong makes, no matter how strong his strength is, including his retained memories and experiences, it will be meaningless. To be precise, none of them will exist. There is no existence from beginning to end.

I really don’t have to worry about Shen Xiaorong’s tricks.

The only question is whether Shen Xiaorong can find such a long-lasting soul.

I thought about it for a while and asked, "What time period soul can you find?"

Shen Xiaorong pondered for a moment, "Basically, I can find souls from every time period for you." He made a joke, "There are no souls from that time period in Genesis. As long as human civilization is established and countries appear... I know them. A soul that comes from the ancient dynasty of 3,000 BC. There is no record of that dynasty.”

I frowned.

"Don't worry, what he said is true. There are no records among the living, but some among the dead remember it. Everyone in the underworld remembers it." Shen Xiaorong assured me, "He is the king of the Mohan Dynasty, who ordered the construction of the underground royal city. As a result, there was an earthquake, and the entire dynasty was destroyed overnight, without any chance of self-rescue. "

Shen Xiaorong was feeling sad about other people's affairs at the moment.

"He is very guilty and has been blaming himself. He has never left the underworld and has never been reincarnated. Therefore, it should be easy for you to see him. He should have followed the other ghosts in the underworld to the human world. I will help you find him. …”

He stopped talking and looked at my face.

Something doesn't feel right to me.

If Mo Wen is the first ghost born in this world, then from what I have seen of Mo Wen's experience and what Master Xuan Qing said about some of the sect's founders, the dynasty they live in is not that primitive. Probably something that happened in the third millennium B.C.

In other words, the soul Shen Xiaorong knew was older than Mo Wen. He didn't turn into a ghost, he just stayed in the underworld and didn't reincarnate.

Finding such a soul may not change the entire world.

The time I need is when ghosts appear and the world deteriorates.

Shen Xiaorong asked: "Who are you looking for? Is it someone specific?"

He misunderstood.

I don't have complete trust in Shen Xiaorong, and I can't tell the truth about Ye Qing's plan.

People like Shen Xiaorong, who can make deals with ghosts and be reincarnated with memories, are probably people who support supernatural existence. If there were really no supernatural elements and no ghosts, the underworld and reincarnation would still exist, but if it were all over again, Shen Xiaorong might not live so well.

I didn't answer immediately, but I didn't dare to delay for too long. Just when I was about to make up a lie, I heard faint crying.

The kind of cry that belongs to a ghost is very clear.

In the dark night, it floats faintly, with resentment and unwillingness, which makes people's hair stand on end.

I looked at Shen Xiaorong in surprise.

Could it be that Shen Xiaorong couldn't even manage the ordinary ghosts in Wanshou Cemetery?

I immediately discovered that it was probably not the sound made by the ghost in Wanshou Cemetery.

I feel the yin energy.

Shen Xiaorong's expression was also very wrong, as if he had been stepped on in pain, he showed a cruel expression.

He stood up and the computer chair slid out.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The crying continued.

There were women, children, and men in the voices. Age groups also vary.

The voices gathered together and became louder and louder.

That kind of crying is almost the same as that of a funeral procession.

I heard the cry of one of the babies, and looked at Shen Xiaorong even more surprised.

"Wow - wow -"

The baby girl's cry was shrill and loud, lingering in the quiet factory area.

The ghosts in Wanshou Cemetery seemed to be frightened, and screams came from the factory.

A light came on in the darkness, and the light flickered, like a low-quality light bulb with poor contact, or like someone deliberately turned the light on and off.

I saw some shadows in the window.

Ghost shadow.

But those ghosts were running for their lives, flashing past the window with sad faces.

It was chaos, ghosts were running around, Yin Qi was running around, and the crying hadn't stopped yet. Amidst the excitement, there is also a hint of eerieness.

I looked at Shen Xiaorong silently.

"Excuse me." Shen Xiaorong said seriously.

As soon as his figure flashed, I had to follow suit. It's just that one is active and the other is passive.

Shen Xiaorong looked at me in surprise, but just nodded slightly, "You can follow me and take a look. After handling this matter, you should have more confidence in my ability."

Shen Xiaorong's mind was obviously not on me, and he didn't expect that I would have to follow him.

He is in the factory now. There is an assembly line in the factory on the first floor.

With a click, the assembly line started running. But there are no materials, no goods, just machines idling.

A ghost burst out from the corner and crossed the assembly line.

I couldn't understand what this assembly line was for, so I saw a metal pipe protruding from the machine and making a "squeaking" sound. There should be airflow spraying out from the front end of the metal pipe. Perhaps it was originally used for spray paint or other things.

The ghost happened to run by here, and when it saw Shen Xiaorong, it seemed to have seen a savior, and it showed a happy expression. Before he could make a sound from his opened mouth, something sprayed on him with a "squeak" sound.

The metal assembly line did not hinder his steps, but the empty air caused great harm to him.

I saw him fall to the ground, cover his eyes that were sprayed, and roll on the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

He raised his hand, not daring to touch his face. The face was beyond recognition, red and blistered, as if it had been burned by high temperature.

His eyes were swollen to the point of being invisible, and his entire face was so rotten that his skin and muscles seemed to have melted and slid down.

"Hahahaha……"

There was laughter coming from behind the assembly line. It was the laughter of boys.

"Shen Youkang." Shen Xiaorong shouted majestically.

I saw a little boy wearing ancient clothes with disheveled hair sitting on top of the machine.

His hair covered his face, and as he slowly raised his head, a face was revealed.

Like the ghost on the ground, it was an unrecognizable face.

"Cousin, I'm so miserable... I'm so miserable... Why do I have to be hanged by my father when my younger brother poured boiling oil on my face? Why? Is it because he is a sick man like you? ? Just because he might be you?" The boy's voice gradually turned into a rough and unpleasant roar.

Boom!

The assembly line made a loud noise.

The lights in the factory area were turned off, and the ghost's screams stopped.

I felt the dark wind blowing from behind me.

When I turned around, I heard something heavy fall to the ground next to me.