I hand over the Wanjie trading system to the country

"No, no, this is cheating."

"By the way, it can also be sold to guests in the wizarding world."

"Magician duels are about waving a wand, and a cloth vest is tied on the hand, so the wand can't throw phantoms?"

Chuno imagined that scene for a moment, and almost laughed himself to death.

"Still thinking here and there, have you finished registering the list?" Guan Yin ruthlessly broke Chuno's fantasy.

Guan Yin was not given a cloth vest, but a magic amulet. Although it was a one-off, it could save his life if he used it well.

"I'm registering, I'm registering." Chuno quickly collected his thoughts and continued typing on the keyboard.

Chuno really did not expect that there are so many cultivators in Huaguo, and they are the kind of cultivators who really have cultivation.

There are also a lot of folk warlocks who have made good friends with these sects.

Horse disciples, rice masters, morticians, shamans, etc.

But I don't know why, for so long, no ghosts have come in.

I don't know if it's because it's daytime, or because the two who were killed just now came to explore the way.

But because no ghosts came in for a long time, everyone seemed very anxious.

"Why don't you come? Maybe they don't plan to come in?"

"Could it be that because we all got together, they felt the danger and didn't plan to come in again?"

"Then the talismans we rushed over will be wasted?"

"Don't say that, it's scary, I took out all the talismans at the bottom of the box!"

"Wait, it's broad daylight after all."

"Everyone has entered the Taoist sect, and everyone understands the truth. It is really inconvenient for ghosts during the day."

After Xiao Ling finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement and decided to calm down and wait.

It can't be said that after midnight, those ghosts will come.

So everyone went to rest or find a place to practice, and the masters didn't stick to those disciples.

"Aren't you afraid?" Chuno saw a group of young ladies in white sitting together, and stepped forward to start a conversation with them.

"Don't be afraid." The leading lady smiled shyly, "Anyway, I'm looking forward to it."

"What's your name?" Chuno sat down.

It turns out that these girls in white clothes are all rice masters, and the magic weapon of rice masters is rice.

Master Mi usually does exorcism rituals most of the time, and a small number of them can channel spirits, that is, ask Mi.

There are 5 girls in this group, the leader is a big sister named Luoyun.

The rice masters of their sect all have a characteristic, which is commonly known as yin and yang eyes.

Because of the yin and yang eyes, they will see things that ordinary people can't see since they were young.

For example, the soul of a person who has just passed away is taken away by ghost messengers.

Therefore, Master Mi of this sect has not been in good health since he was a child. According to Taoism, his soul is unstable, and Yin Qi easily enters his body.

Chuno carefully observed their eyes, but there was no difference.

Most of the people present are Taoist people, and many people have taboos in terms of diet.

President Hu simply arranged the dinner as vegetarian.

After counting everyone's taboos, we will make another arrangement.

After dinner, night gradually fell.

Chuno again inexplicably felt that bone-chilling chill.

A sense of crisis enveloped his whole body in an instant, and Chuno tightly grasped the small plaque given by the old Taoist priest and the amulet given by Bai Wuchang with both hands.

"Dingling..." The Nayuan bell at the door rang.

Chuno looked up and saw a figure just now, but he hadn't seen clearly what it was that came in.

That thing fell to the door with a bang, and half of its body didn't even come in.

Xiao Ling's little apprentice rushed to the door with a face full of excitement, and dragged the guy who was already dead to death.

"Master, master, it's a zombie." The little apprentice's face was full of joy, "It's still a zombie."

Chuno was taken aback for a moment. According to her perception, Mao Zong's level should be relatively high.

According to legend, Mao Zang is a famous copper-skinned iron bone. The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the body.

Quick action, jumping up the house and the tree, jumping like a flying, beginning to not be afraid of ordinary fire, not even afraid of the sun.

Why doesn't it seem like this now, just a face-to-face, and it's cold?

"Master, here is your copper coin sword."

"Master Zhang, this is your mahogany sword."

"Li Daochang, take care of your floating dust."

"Sister Sangwu, take your little centipede yourself, it won't let me touch him."

"Azan Song, your Gumantong was hit by Xiao Luoyun's rice, it seems to be dying, come and take a look."

"Brother, your Thunder Talisman is not powerful enough, how about tickling?"

Chuno looked at the little Taoist who was busy returning the magic weapon in front of him, and was speechless for a while.

With so many sect masters and members of the Taoist sect, it's unimaginable even to level A's combat power, not to mention opening up together.

With this posture, not to mention the mere hair is stiff, even if the drought comes, he will die.

The terribly dead Mao Zang was dragged aside by the little apprentice assembly line to be divided and classified.

The people on the battle line returned to their positions, staring at the door with burning eyes.

When Chuno felt the sense of crisis coming again, he was extremely calm and even made himself a cup of milk tea.

The Nayuan bell rang again, and Chuno heard the sound of duang.

It seemed that something was coming towards him, and then hit an invisible wall in front of his eyes.

A handful of rice was sprinkled on Chuno right afterward.

A puff of black smoke suddenly rose in front of Chuno, with an extremely pungent smell.

"Ouch!" The smell of burning tires rushed straight to Tianling Gai, and Chuno backed away again and again.

"This is a grieving ghost, and his morals are not low." The little errand priest grabbed the dying grieving ghost and pinched it in his hands last time, "Xiao Luoyun has improved a lot recently in his cultivation."

The grieving ghost hadn't even stepped onto the production line when the Nayuan bell at the door rang again.

Chuno only saw a black shadow coming towards him, and the next second, he was lifted up by the neck.

"Edict!" A phantom flashed, and Chuno vaguely saw a big green snake passing by his eyes, and he was able to breathe again.

He thought he would fall from mid-air, but Chuno found himself standing firmly on the back of a big turtle.

The big tortoise nodded to him in a friendly manner, as if there was still a kind smile on the corner of his mouth.

The Nayuan bell at the door kept ringing, and after one after another ghosts came in from the door, they all went in Chuno's direction.

Most of them stopped at the door, and the few who rushed to Chuno were either blocked by an invisible wall, or repelled by the green snake and the big turtle.

Chuno looked dazed, what happened?Why are all these ghosts coming towards her?