The Hero Kneels

Supervisor is a position in the underworld.

Supervision is not considered to be a ghost agency, but it has the right to supervise and investigate ghosts. It is a bit like an official discipline inspection committee. Just enough to be fair, strict and courageous.

Before Master Wuxiang came, he carefully looked at Ye Dou's information and found that this young man's background was very clean. He had just graduated and was lonely and helpless, but he worked various jobs to support him until he graduated. It is also relatively flexible, so it is suitable for the position of supervisor.

I also heard that this person was under the powerful curse of Pretty in Pink. Originally, few people could survive the curse for three days, but the opponent was not only alive and well, but also had strong blood, which was enough to prove that the opponent was strong in martial arts.

Ghost jobs are very dangerous. Although supervisors don't have to go to the front line often, they are also dangerous, and the salary is naturally high.

Xue Fei, who was next to her, took over the conversation and thought for a while: I remember that the supervisor's salary should be 10,000 yuan!

Okay, let's go!

Ye Dou immediately took a step forward and went straight forward, his decisiveness was astonishing.

Ever since he knew that spiritual arts could not be learned from cheat books, and he had a useless spiritual root, unable to practice spiritual power and spiritual skills, he was actually not so interested in being a ghost messenger.

But when he heard that the monthly salary of a supervisor can be 10,000 yuan, he was shocked.

This kind of ghost inspector, brother should be sure.

That's a salary starting at 10,000!

A grand blueprint of promotion and salary increase, becoming a CEO, and marrying Bai Fumei has appeared in front of his eyes.

Amitabha, let's go then.

The old monk nodded and left the small hotel with everyone.

Several people got into the two black SUVs parked at the door one after another, one for Ye Dou and the old monk.

After getting in the car, the old monk asked Ye Dou directly about the Dajin Vajra Palm.

Ye Dou answered everything, and explained the moves and techniques of this martial art one by one, which made the old monk overwhelmed, with a look of sudden enlightenment.

He looked at the complexion of the old monk. Although the other party's blood was not strong, his eyes were full of light. He estimated that the other party had some internal strength. It must be much stronger than Liu Gang's bullets, but he didn't know how to fight.

Maybe, it's time to find an opportunity to learn from each other and see how the old monk's martial arts are doing?

Amitabha, Master Ye, what do you think of the current situation? Seeing Ye Dou's fighting spirit, the old monk seemed to have guessed something, so he changed the topic altogether.

situation?

Ye Dou shook his head slightly: The current situation is quite pessimistic. There are too many supernatural disasters, ghosts are rampant, and there is also worshiping Youjiao among them. If this continues, the situation will definitely collapse.

Benefactor Ye, this statement is wrong.

The old monk shook his head slightly: I'm afraid you don't understand the real situation now.

Ye Dou didn't speak, and listened to the old monk's words.

It is true that ghosts are difficult to eradicate, and worshiping Youjiao is sure to cause trouble, but as long as the underworld exists, they will not cause any major trouble. The underworld has existed for thousands of years, and there are not only ghosts, impermanence, and judges, but also night wandering gods, Sun Youshen, Bull Head and Horse Face, and the most powerful Yan Luo.

The old monk talked carefully, and seemed to have confidence in the powerful forces of the underworld.

What the hell is the bull's head and horse face? Why did I feel that the underworld was a little weak... Ye Dou had ten thousand questions in his mind.

I don't know if Master Ye has heard of players? the old monk said in a deep voice.

Player?

Ye Dou originally wanted to pretend he didn't know, but he directly dumped the blame: I once heard a rebooting master say the word player, saying that players are playing a mysterious game, but I don't understand what is the difference between players and games? What.

It's that scoundrel chewing his tongue everywhere again.

The old monk shook his head angrily.

What? The abstinence monk is the master's apprentice? Ye Dou was stunned.

It is said that famous teachers produce excellent disciples, but why would the solemn and solemn Master Wuxiang teach that liar, the rebooting monk?

There must be a story to tell.

Master Wuxiang coughed a few times, and said slowly: Let's not talk about that villain... No matter how strong the supernatural event is, there will be a limit. The Underworld is fully capable of solving all the current supernatural and ghosts, even the strongest ghosts can't do it. Dare to be presumptuous in front of the underworld, but players are different.

What's the difference between players? Ye Dou looked slightly strange.

Master Wuxiang frowned slightly, his eyes were silent, as if he was recalling something: The spiritual arts of the underworld can easily deal with ghosts, even those hundred-year-old ghosts can't compete with the underworld, because most ghosts have no entity, are weak and insane. There are many ghosts who don’t even know anything, so it’s nothing to worry about, but players are existences above ghosts.”

He paused and continued: The players have strange powers, and their physical bodies are extremely strong. They look like ghosts but are not ghosts. They are more difficult to deal with than ghosts, especially those players who go berserk.

I remember that when I was young, when I was investigating a disappearance case, I ended up meeting a runaway player. This is the only runaway player I have encountered in my life.

Master Wuxiang showed an impatient look on his face, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

Ye Dou asked in a deep voice, The result?

He could find some bad clues from the other party's expression.

Master Wuxiang clasped his hands together, with a sad expression on his face: I was already a judge back then, but the thirteen Wuchang and another judge in the team were all killed in the line of duty. The old monk also suffered a serious injury and his realm fell.

...However, after so many people died, I just severely injured the runaway player. His physical recovery ability is amazing. In the end, he could only watch him run away. Until now, the runaway player is still at large and is nowhere to be seen.

Ye Dou didn't speak, and could only mourn silently in his heart.

He still understands Wuchang's strength. He has seen the battle of judges. He has personally killed the players who ran away. He knows that Judge Wuchang is very powerful. If two judges plus ten players who can't deal with Wuchang, what is it? Existence of rank?

A player who wields a sword with one hand appeared in his mind, Tyrant Dao Tianyue!

But in fact, the most worrying thing is the so-called game. The game can give players various strange abilities, and even the ability to live forever. This kind of game that can create monsters is the root of our greatest concern. Master Wuxiang said in a deep voice.

Ye Dou was silent.

Yes,

He has always been curious about the so-called game, thinking that there might be treasures hidden in it, so he took the opportunity to get a player quota, but found that the game has a high probability of turning the player into a monster that eats people, making him completely Give up the idea of ​​becoming a player.

The mysterious game is so worried, even feared by the underworld.

What kind of game is that?

There was no sound in the car, and the car stopped after a while.

Amitabha, you've arrived at the ghost headquarters!

Master Wuxiang smiled slightly, opened the car door and got out of the car slowly.

Ye Dou followed the other party out of the car, and couldn't help looking up, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

This place should be in the suburbs, and there is a pure black building standing in front of you. This building is made of black glass, which is not reflective at all, and there is no font marking on the outside, and there are no buildings around it. It looks like a thick and Big black chimney.

This is the black mysterious building in the legend of Youshi.

It seems that a long time ago, there was a post on Youshi City Forum, which listed the top ten mysterious buildings in Youshi. This black building is the first existence, and it has been the headquarters of ghosts for a long time.

Well, this is too unexpected.

This is the 18th floor of hell. How does it feel? Isn't it magnificent? Xue Fei walked over and couldn't help introducing.

Ye Dou could only laugh dryly.

This thing looks more and more like a big black chimney, how grand is it?

besides,

Why is it called eighteen levels of hell?

It sounds weird.

Could there really be the 18 levels of hell in myths and legends?