The group pet, Little Hades, is pregnant with a cub

"That is to say," Yan Mo carefully understood what they meant, "You need me to help you find the order of the King of Yama."

"Yes," said the judge, "Not only that, but we also need you to activate the Hades Order, open the barrier, and recall the escaped souls from the Hades."

"That... do you have any misunderstanding about my ability?" Yan Mo said honestly, "I'm just an ordinary person, I don't know anything."

"Your current cultivation level is indeed very shallow," the judge said, "but you have a special physique after all. We believe that with our help, you can become a qualified as soon as possible..."

He originally wanted to say Yan Wang, but thinking that Yan Mo was unwilling to accept this position, he could only say: "Ghost clan."

As he said that, the judge also pointed to the Raksha umbrella in Yan Mo's hand: "Only because you can control the Raksha umbrella, we can be sure that you have great potential."

"Control the Rakshasa umbrella?" Yan Mo raised the umbrella in his arms and looked at him, a little puzzled, "What do you mean?"

The judge's eyes fell on the dark red pattern on the umbrella: "You have already reached a contract with a soul, haven't you?"

Yan Mo suddenly remembered what he had promised Xu Siying, and was very surprised: "That is to say, what I promised them...is a contract?"

"Yes, the souls have reached a contract with you at the cost of their own spiritual cores. As long as you complete the contract content, they will submit to you and return to Hell. This is also a way to quickly recover the ghosts, but the Rakshasa Umbrella It's been missing for years and we're glad you got it."

The spirit of listening to the truth suddenly ran into the spiritual energy pool again, and its little claws nimbly dug inside for a long time, and finally dug out a small bead from it, with a faint light on it: "I still have a spiritual core here, I will give it to you first." .”

It flicked the small bead with its tail, and the bead slowly flew up and floated into Yan Mo's hand. Yan Mo reached out to catch it, and then felt a coolness in the palm of his hand, and the coolness on the bead penetrated into the skin, and the next second, the bead was disappeared.

Seeing this scene, the judge and the spirit of listening were shocked at the same time, as if seeing some incredible scene, they stared at Yan Mo.

Yan Mo looked at their expressions, but he didn't dare to move. He rolled his eyes left and right, and asked them in a low voice: "...Is there any problem?"

"How is it possible?!" The Spirit of Listening Truth was obviously stunned, and his already big eyes widened, "You, you, how can you directly absorb the spirit core?!"

The judge paid attention to other things: "This spirit core has at least ten years of cultivation, how could you..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stretched out his hand and reached in front of Yan Mo: "I'm offended."

In the next second, the judge tapped Yan Mo's forehead lightly with his fingertips, and a faint white light appeared, which made the judge stunned again.

"You actually already have a spiritual core, and this spiritual core has at least a hundred years of cultivation..." The judge's eyes were full of astonishment, "You... have only been in the world for decades, how can you have a hundred years of cultivation?!"

Yan Mo was also at a loss: "What spiritual core? What cultivation?"

The Spirit of Listening Truth seemed to have seen something very strange. It bounced around him for a long time, and finally landed in front of him in the air, looking at his spiritual core.

"It's really strange. When you went to the human world, I took a look at you from a distance. You are just an ordinary mortal. Why now you not only have a spiritual core, but also a hundred years of cultivation in this spiritual core, but You don't know how to use it...could it be given to you by someone else?"

Having said that, it shook its head again: "Impossible, who would give someone else a century-old cultivation base? Besides, how can anyone in this world casually give a hundred-year cultivation base? Even if it is the most powerful person in Yunfang City Even the big demon can't do it."

"Could it be possible..." The Spirit of Listening to Truth shook his head wonderingly, "I misunderstood, you were born with a spiritual core?"

Yan Mo asked it: "Is the spiritual core useful?"

"Of course it's useful. How many ghosts have spent their entire lives absorbing spiritual energy, strengthening their spiritual cores, and enhancing their abilities."

"Ghosts are different from demons. The demon race is born with a demon core. It's like a duck to water when you cultivate it. However, ghosts are originally humans. After death, people become ghosts. If you want to cultivate, it is even more difficult. Just refining a spirit core , some ghosts will use it for hundreds of years."

"Not to mention that the ghost clan is still subject to the constraints of the Hades. Not all ghosts can practice at will. Some ghosts have done bad things, but they will go to hell, and some ghosts~ Even if they want to practice, the Book of Life and Death says If he should go to reincarnation, then he will go to the next life, no matter how high the spiritual power is, it won't help."

"So," the spirit of listening to the truth said to Yan Mo with a smile, "you have a spiritual core now, and you still have a hundred years of cultivation in your spiritual core. You are simply our chosen little Hades!"

……

Coming out of the spiritual energy pool, Yan Mo was contemplating all the way, until he bumped into the judge's back before he suddenly regained his senses and stopped.

The judge looked at him quietly: "What are you thinking?"

"I just suddenly know too many things, and I'm a little confused," Yan Mo said, looking at the black umbrella in his hand, "I need to find Yan Wangling now, right?"

"Yes."

"But I don't know where it is."

The judge said respectfully: "You will find it. You have been to the Hell's Mansion, and you have the aura of the old Hades on your body. Even if you don't act, the Order of the Hades will take the initiative to find you."

"...I understand." Yan Mo said.

"During this time, Yan Mansion will send someone to help you cultivate, so that you can grasp the power in your spiritual core as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, the judge added: "To be honest, with your current ability, even if you face ghosts, you don't have to worry too much."

The two walked out of the trial hall together, and the judge asked again: "So, who do you want to choose as your guide?"

As he spoke, he took a step back to the left, exposing the group of people in front of him.

Yan Mo raised his eyes and saw that there were nearly thirty ghost messengers standing densely outside the trial hall, all of them looked like blue-faced fangs, bloody and bloody, and some even had only half of their bodies, with only half of their heads tilted and staring. he.

All the ghosts said in unison: "Hello, Lord Yan!"

"Ah!!!" Yan Mo took a few steps back in fright, and immediately shrank behind the judge.

This action made the judge stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

"Ghosts, ghosts, all ghosts..."

Thanks to the eyes polished by the Spirit of Listening Truth, now Yan Mo can clearly see the original appearance of those souls with just a casual glance, and the horror value rises in a straight line in an instant.

The judge's face has never shown much expression, except for seeing Yan Mo's spiritual core just now, this is the second time he has shown a surprised expression: "Are you... afraid of ghosts?"

He hesitated a bit, as if he couldn't believe it.

"What's wrong with being afraid of ghosts?" Yan Mo glanced at the ghosts outside the door again, and shrunk even smaller, "It's so scary... Who... Who isn't afraid after seeing it?"

The ghost messengers outside the door were looking forward to meeting their new little Hades, but they didn’t expect that the little Hades didn’t want to see them as soon as they met, and said they were scary-looking. I tied a beautiful bow with my tongue, and now it is sadly untied, and the long tongue hangs down to the ground.

Standing at the front, Black and White Wuchang looked at each other, and said at the same time, "But this is what we are, and we can't change it."

Yan Mo closed his eyes tightly, not daring to face this scene.

The judge hesitated for a moment: "If you don't want to choose by yourself, then..." He turned his head to look at the crowd of ghosts, of which only two people, black and white, seemed normal.

"Heiwuchang," said the judge, "you can come, Mr. Yan has seen you before, so he should be used to it."

Hei Wuchang grinned: "Really? That's great, I can accompany Little Hades?"

"Pay attention to your address," the judge reminded lightly, "you must call your lord."

"I know, I know," Hei Wuchang said, "Young Lord Yama, open your eyes, they have already dispersed."

Yan Mo opened his eyes suspiciously, and sure enough, there was no one outside the trial hall, only Hei Wuchang was standing in front of him, stretching out his hand to him: "Please give me more advice."

Yan Mo reached out to shake his hand, and then couldn't help shivering: Hei Wuchang's hand was cold, and it didn't have the warmth of a living person to the touch.

……

He still took the bus of the Yan Mansion when he went back, but the judge stayed in the Yan Mansion, and the driver was replaced by a ghost man wearing sunglasses. Yan Mo thought about it all the way in the car, and finally decided to take it step by step. Complete the contract with Xu Siying, and then go to Yan Wangling.

"How should I use my power?" Yan Mo asked Hei Wuchang who was sitting beside him.

Hei Wuchang said: "Try to feel your spiritual core."

Yan Mo closed his eyes, and tried his best to focus all his attention on the point between his eyebrows. However, even though he had worked so hard that a few drops of sweat oozed from the tip of his nose, he still didn't feel the so-called spiritual core. Shan sighed pitifully: "...I can't do it."

"It's okay," Hei Wuchang said, "With me by your side, you don't have to worry about safety issues."

Yan Mo suddenly asked curiously again: "Can others see you?"

Heiwuchang smiled: "My duty is to lead the way. Generally speaking, only the dead and dying people can see me."

To be honest, this doesn't sound very auspicious, especially since Yan Mo has been staring at him all the way, so Yan Mo withdrew his gaze and sat upright: "Then I have to get used to it and control the conversation with you, otherwise others will look scary .”

Yan Mansion's bus drove all the way outside the community. Yan Mo looked at the lifting pole at the entrance of the community, and just wanted to politely say that it would be delivered here, when the driver accelerated with his foot, and the whole car hit the lifting pole.

Yan Mo was startled for an instant, and an exclamation stuck in his throat. Before he could yell out, he saw that the whole car had passed the lifting pole without any resistance.

He turned his head and looked at the unscathed lifting pole through the car window in shock, then looked at the front of the car, obviously puzzled.

Hei Wuchang explained: "The buses of Yan's Mansion are unimpeded in the world, and there are almost no places we cannot reach. This is also the authority of the human special investigation team to drive for us."

Hei Wuchang mentioned a new term - "Human Special Investigation Team", and Yan Mo asked, "What kind of organization is that?"

"Hei Wuchang said, "Among the three tribes of humans, demons, and ghosts, humans were originally at a disadvantage, but their wisdom is amazing. They not only invented guns, but also passed on Taoism. The people with the ability in the world are united to form the human special investigation team, and they are responsible for maintaining the order of the world."

It's really weird to hear him say such things, because Yan Mo has always thought of himself as a human being for the past 18 years. Even now, he still feels that he is at most a slightly different person. ...the feeling that I am not human.

The black car stopped at the door of the unit, and Yan Mo suspected that if the car wasn't too big to drive in, they might even want to drive all the way to the door of their house on the sixth floor.

As expected, there were a lot fewer wandering souls in the neighborhood, but there were still a few hanging on the street lamps and drifting in the wind, staring at Yan Mo curiously.

Yan Mo was a little scared, and embarrassed to grab Heiwuchang's clothes. After all, his clothes were as cold as his people, so he could only hold the black umbrella in his arms to keep warm: "That... these souls, you don't take them back. go?"

Heiwuchang smiled: "These spirits won't cause major turmoil. When you get the Hades Order and the barrier is opened, they will naturally go back."

Speaking of Hei Wuchang, he turned around and took a look at those street lights. With just one look, the ghosts on the street lights seemed to have been greatly frightened. They all started screaming, and then jumped off the street lights one after another, without looking back. Running wildly into the distance.

A few of them jumped too fast, their heads were separated from their bodies, they picked them up and ran away, without even bothering to put their heads back on again.

Yan Mo suddenly envied Hei Wuchang, he didn't know when he would become so powerful.

One person and one ghost walked upstairs along the unit door. While walking, Yan Mo suddenly felt that the surroundings were still a bit cold. Looking up, several ghost heads were standing on different floors, bending over and looking at him from the stairs. Layer upon layer, it looks very scary.

Yan Mo froze instantly, swallowed, and said tremblingly: "Why don't these ghost messengers leave?"

Hei Wuchang said: "Your Majesty Judge is afraid that you may need anything, so he left a few ghost messengers at your disposal."

"I, I don't have any needs," Yan Mo frowned, "My greatest need is to get these ghost messengers to leave quickly."

Hei Wuchang nodded: "Okay, I'll let them go right away."

They finally reached the door, Yan Mo looked at the familiar door and heaved a sigh of relief. The suitcase was still placed at the door. He took out the key to open the door, took a deep breath, and felt that he was finally close to the normal world. took a step.

Heiwuchang frowned and stopped at the door: "Your home..."

Yan Mo was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to clean up before I left, it's a bit messy."

Hei Wuchang also finished the second half of the sentence at this time: "...is too small."

"...?" Yan Mo blinked suspiciously, "Huh?"

Hei Wuchang glanced at the furniture in the room, and for the first time a serious expression appeared on his usual playful face: "How can this be done? How can the majestic King of Hades live in such a place?"

"I..." Yan Mo said weakly, "I've been living here all this time, and it's a pretty good place."

"This is impossible," Hei Wuchang clapped his hands, and the next second, all the ghost messengers who had been hiding before flashed behind him.

Yan Mo immediately turned around, avoiding the faces of these ghosts.

"Clean it up," Hei Wuchang said, "to tidy up a new home for our little Hades."

"okay!"

"Listen to orders!"

"Okay, Lord Heiwuchang!"

The ghost messengers agreed with one voice, and then they all scattered and disappeared.

Yan Mo looked at these ghost messengers who suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly, a little curious: "What do you want them to do?"

Hei Wuchang smiled immediately: "It's nothing, Lord Xiaoyan, I just help you clean up your house and change some new furniture by the way, don't worry, we won't move your personal things, just give you a more comfortable living environment That's all."

Yan Mo blinked, it sounded okay, so he nodded: "Oh."

But soon he knew that what he thought was too simple.

Countless ghost messengers are constantly busy upstairs and downstairs, new sofas, new beds, new refrigerators, new air conditioners... Yan Mo's home was replaced with new furniture almost overnight, and the floors and walls were almost replaced. Lay it again, brush it again.

Yan Mo stood blankly in the middle of the living room, looking at the brand-new home, feeling a little out of his mind.

But Hei Wuchang didn't think it was enough, and sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that the family next door to yours still has a long lifespan, otherwise we could take the next door in and open up this wall, and your home will be bigger. "

... Yan Mo swallowed, and finally realized a problem: "Wait a minute, the furniture mover...could it be a ghost?"

"That's right," Hei Wuchang said, "Ghosts are very strong. To move these furniture, ordinary humans need four or five, but we only need one ghost."

"Then..." Yan Mo's eyes widened, he ran outside the door and grabbed the railing to look down, and was instantly dumbfounded.

In order to save effort and avoid being seen by others, most of the ghost messengers hide their bodies. Therefore, from the perspective of others, they become a corridor full of furniture, floating in the air by themselves. , kept sending them to the sixth floor, the scene looked... as weird as it was scary.

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