After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

"Evil energy, that's evil energy."

Ye Zhifan took a deep breath and explained patiently.

His skill is to attract these evil spirits as nourishment. Before, he even killed the monsters and bled them to temper their bodies.

The young man didn't agree with his explanation. He covered his mouth and nose from a distance and spoke righteously:

"If evil spirits turn into mud, it is no longer mud. How can you treat it differently?"

Ye Zhifan: "!!!"

If you don't make me mad, you won't feel at ease, right?

At this moment, fog surged on the shore.

A dozen people holding white cloth lanterns, dressed in black from head to toe, and with gloomy temperaments appeared not far away.

From the moment he appeared until now, not a single sound of footsteps was made.

“Who are you if you cross the river without taking a boat?”

The leader of the old man's eyes were cloudy, and his throat made a sound like a dead branch.

Ye Zhifan was immediately alert and ready to remind Jia Xingming, but the guy had already retreated behind him at some point.

"Brother Ye, I leave it to you!"

Ye Zhifan was speechless and choked, but still nodded solemnly.

Looking towards the opposite side with burning eyes, the group of people carrying lanterns gradually separated to both sides.

The leader, the old man, was holding a fishing lantern on his crutches, tapping the ground rhythmically, and his dark lips kept moving:

"It's either a devil or a ghost, a demon or a spirit. It's causing harm at will and interfering with people's livelihood..."

The figures of the dozen or so people were illusory, as if they had turned into hundreds of people.

Holding a white lantern and walking slowly in the mist, chanting in a low voice:

"It's either a devil or a ghost, a demon or a spirit. It's causing harm at will and interfering with people's livelihood..."

Ye Zhifan's ears were ringing and he shook his head vigorously, not even noticing when the sky darkened.

The old man's whole body was hidden in a black cloak, with only a dark and shriveled mouth exposed, drawing a strange arc.

“The whole family suffers from illness and is punished by officials over the years.

Money is wasted, and flesh and blood are left alone.

Lives are wasted, disasters are lingering..."

Like countless people chanting sutras in his ears, Ye Zhifan became increasingly dazed, and everything he saw was a double image.

A shallow light came from a very far distance, illuminating a road leading to an unknown destination in the thick fog.

Paper money was flying in the sky, and two black and white sedans with white silk flowers hanging on them were carried to the front by pale-faced and stiff-looking sedan bearers.

"You have to pay for your life to cross the river, but you have to pay for it with your life if you cross the river illegally!"

The old man led a dozen ferrymen and bowed towards the direction of the sedan chair, and hummed a recitation of the rebirth mantra.

Ye Zhifan subconsciously felt something was wrong, but for some reason he got on the sedan without struggling.

He thought of someone again, but he couldn't turn around even after trying for a long time. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Go faster!"

"What about you, can you lift it more steadily!"

"Still dazed? Still dazed? Have you ever treated an honored guest like this?"

"I'm not saying that unruly puppets like you should be thrown into the cauldron and burned! It would be great to replace them with a group of beautiful maids!"

This voice...

It's Brother Jia!

Ye Zhifan wasted all his efforts and his eyes turned into dead eyes. Finally, in the corner of his field of vision, he caught a glimpse of the young man with his legs crossed pointing at the bearer.

No, how can he still eat melon seeds?

I can't move my whole body!

"Oh, let me go. Brother Ye, your eyes are rolling, you are so scared!"

Another sedan was carried at the same level as his. The young man was lying on the window, slapping his chest with one hand and staring with an exaggerated expression.

Ye Zhifan was very angry and cursed in his heart for a long time, but he could only move his eyes.

He didn't know whether the other party understood it or not, but when the sharp-jointed hand patted his shoulder heavily, he finally regained his ability to move.

The first time he asked:

"Why are you okay?"

The boy didn't like peanuts, so he picked out the melon seeds from the bag and threw all the peanuts to him.

While knocking, he replied nonchalantly:

"Hey, didn't I tell you before, brother, I cultivate the Tao of Spiritualism, and as long as I don't admit these monsters in my heart, they can't do anything to me."

Thinking of something, he quickly added:

“Don’t have an epiphany now!

If you dare to enter the state suddenly, I will definitely throw you away without saying a word. I am still a patient. It is too inhumane for you to ask me to fight! "

With this interruption, the tense atmosphere disappeared.

Ye Zhifan watched the bearers walking in the dark at night, and what he was thinking in his heart was:

Are your eyes good? Don’t throw me off!

He didn't want to pay attention to Jia Xingming, who always liked to quarrel with him.

Although that guy will always lend a helping hand at critical moments, it's quite heartbreaking to retreat behind him as soon as you encounter danger, right?

If it weren't for the fact that he is my brother Jia, I would have wanted to kick him thousands of miles away!

Rude and annoying!

If I died young, he would probably be angry!

I don't know how long it took.

When the old man, the ferryman, appeared in the distance and saw the two people in the sedan still alive and kicking, he felt numb all over.

How can it be?

How could they still be alive!

Shouldn't it have been sucked into human skin long ago?

He lightly twisted his fingertips and secretly activated the contract with the bearers. The eight bearers were instantly discouraged and turned into eight human skins piled on the ground.

All monks who do not pay the money to buy their lives will become the master's nourishment when they forcefully cross the River Styx, and their human skin will become the master's puppet.

The sudden disappearance of the bearer caused the sedan to tip over to the ground.

The two brothers jumped out of the sedan and cursed, and the younger one rolled up his sleeves and cursed at him.

Old man: "..."

By the way, you two are really not afraid of death!

The old man smiled contemptuously, and pinched out the flowers with his skinny fingers. However, the ideal thing was not summoned, and he was cut down by a big knife.

As soon as his scalp was broken, he immediately became discouraged and ran away.

Old man: You two are really not the same thing. You don’t have martial ethics!

Jia Xingming took advantage of Ye Zhifan's sword and leaned back to pick up the "old man", disgust overflowing from his body.

"It's a human skin puppet again! It's starting to shed flakes of skin, ugh——"

Ye Zhifan couldn't help but said:

"You know how to despise it, why don't you use your own sword?"

Jia Xingming retorted confidently:

"You all know that I dislike it, but I still use my own weapons. Isn't there something wrong with that?"

Ye Zhifan: There is indeed something wrong with you!

"Okay, okay, hurry up, just flip it over twice. If you don't mind it, I still feel sorry for my knife!"

"Our friendship of life and death can't be compared to a broken knife?"

"..."

Ye Zhifan: Is that a broken knife? That's my wife!

While the two were bickering, the old man's voice came from all directions.

"Jiejiejiejiejiejie——"

The longer Ye Zhifan stayed with Brother Jia, the more unusual his thinking became.

He said seriously to Jia Xingming:

"I know, this is what you call the classic villain's laughter. From this laughter, you can tell that this guy won't live long."

The old man put on human skin again and was furious when he heard this:

"You're going to die and you're still talking about it? Don't you see that I'm such a big person?"