My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

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After thinking about everything, Xun Xi searched the chart immediately. He estimated that the wandering Taoist priest would soon have a feeling after Haitu left the Six-faced Bodhisattva. Therefore, he must send it to the master and apprentice group as soon as possible, who has a moral outlook, otherwise the wandering Taoist priest will find him.

So the question is: how to leave quickly?

"I won."

Xun Xi looked at the bitter old man who sewed the corpse, and smiled slightly: "According to the game, from now on, the life of you and your old friend is mine."

"....Yes."

The old man who sewed the corpse sighed deeply: "It's a pity that I don't have a few years to live. The grave digger calculated it for me, and I only have three months left."

"It's useless for you to kill me."

"And if you can't get out of the ghost market, these are meaningless."

"If you have to say it, it's these corpses that I sewed in my life. If you are interested, you can take them all. I don't care."

Seeing the corpse-sewed old man's appearance, Xun Xi also frowned slightly. He finally managed to get two coolies. As a result, one was already lying in the coffin, and the other was about to lie in the coffin. How can this be done? What kind of character Xun Xi is, how could he be willing to suffer when the wild goose plucks his hair.

"...All right."

I saw Xun Xi's eyes rolled, and a look of sadness immediately appeared: "Since you are already determined to live and die, then it is not easy for me to persuade you again."

"but!"

"Your death is as light as a feather, but the inheritance on your body is as heavy as Mount Tai! Whether it's sewing a corpse or tying paper, when you die, aren't all these supernatural beings lost?" Having said that, Xun Xi wiped it again. Tears that don't exist: "I will never allow this to happen!"

"Needless to say." Xun Xi waved his hand.

"I will sacrifice, and leave your supernatural means to me. After I leave here, I will find a suitable person to inherit your mantle."

"This...."

The old man who sewed the corpse froze when he heard the words. He seemed to want to say something, but when he thought that he had just lost the bet and he had lost himself, he sighed helplessly: "...Alright, it's not really a powerful technique, if you want to , that will do you no harm."

After saying that, he took off his clothes.

I saw that there were countless wounds under the clothes of the old man who sewn the corpse, and each wound was sutured with gold thread. At first glance, it looked like—

"Corpse?" Xun Xi raised an eyebrow.

"That's right," the old man who sewed corpses said frankly: "The first corpse I sewed was myself. This is also a prerequisite for mastering the supernatural power of sewing corpses."

Immediately afterwards, the old man who sewed the corpse put his hand on his chest.

And at the position of the heart, he twisted a golden thread: "Fate is like a weave, this thread is the source of the supernatural power that runs through my whole body, and it is also the supernatural power to sew the corpse. The thread we use to sew the corpse is basically Its derivative is supernatural, just pull it out if you want."

"As for Junlan..."

The old man who sewed the corpse paused, and then continued: "Her paper wrapping is just like mine, but the source is a ghost tree with a face on the trunk."

"With a face?"

"Yes." The old man who sewed the corpse nodded: "But unlike me, although the ghost tree was discovered by the paper tie maker of Jun Lan's lineage, it was not completely controlled. It can only be visited every once in a while. Remove the bark that contains the grimace and make usable paper."

"Make paper figures from that paper again."

"Only the paper figurines made in this way have supernatural powers. And that face can be kneaded arbitrarily and even transformed into the appearance of other people."

"If you turn the grimace into someone else's."

"And then make it into a paper figure."

"The paper figurine produced can obtain the supernatural power of the corresponding face master. And the strength will not even lose to the main body in a short period of time."

"It's a pity after being trapped in a ghost city."

"Jun Lan has never been to the place where the ghost tree is, so if you want her spirituality, she can only give you an address at most."

After listening to the words of the old man who sewed the corpse. Xun Xi couldn't help but think of another person related to face: Wu Mian. Grimace tree, a face that shouldn't have grown on the tree. And Wu Mian, is just missing a face that should have been there, these two kinds of supernatural.... Is it possible that there will be a conflict?

"...It's okay, the address is fine too."

Xun Xi decided to pay attention to it. After all, the more helpers around him, the better: "As for your corpse, I will leave it on you for the time being."

Turning around, Xun Xi took out the other two things that were in the coffin of the emperor.

A whisk.

A jade seal.

It seems to be something of the Daogu Xianfeng, but after careful observation, you will find that the white threads of whisking are actually tentacles with barbs. Not to mention the jade seal, which has an image of an evil ghost directly printed on it.

It's all the stuff in it.

Leave the corpse shop.

As soon as Xun Xi went out, Luo Chong and the corpse hunter, who hugged their thighs, immediately ran up, looking at their excited expressions, they almost lost tears.

"Brother Xun! You finally came out!"

"You won, didn't you?"

"I knew you would win!"

No way, the two of them are standard ordinary people now, and the only person who can give them a sense of security is Xun Xi who promised to take them away.

On the other side, the old man who sewed the corpse walked into the paper tying shop next to him under the envious gaze of the medicine seller. After a while, he came out again, then walked to Xun Xi's side and stuffed a piece of paper. into his hands. Obviously, what was written on the paper was the address of the ghost tree.

"You're going to leave, aren't you?"

Immediately after ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I saw the old man who sewed the corpse and continued: "The next step is to dig graves and make coffins... But I suggest you don't go looking for coffins."

"Go find a grave digger."

"He's different from us. He came in to dig the so-called [Luo family's ancestral tomb], and as a result, he fell into an eternal hatred and was planted here."

The old man who sewed the corpse had not finished speaking.

"Hello." A voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Chen Fuyou, what you said is inauthentic. This general has worked hard day and night in order to uncover the truth buried in the spiritual circle, and you slandered me like this. Friends are friends. Believe it or not, I will go out and sue you for slander? Times have changed, now The law is fine."

The voice fell.

I saw a middle-aged man who didn't look like a serious man strode over with a thief with stubborn eyes and a mustache on his lips.

"A gravedigger?"

As soon as the middle-aged man came out, the old man who sewed the corpse, the paper man at the door of the paper shop, the medicine seller, and the lame old man from the first shop spoke in unison.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Come out to see you."

Compared with other people, the gravedigger who calls himself "General" is obviously more than one grade better, and I saw him say with burning eyes: "This general has been exploring in this ghost city for more than 20 years, and finally found it. A huge tomb that hopefully will take us all away."

"How about it?"

"Want to go together?"

The grave digger's attitude is very sincere, especially the "hope to leave" in his mouth, which shocked everyone, except Xun Xi.

the reason is simple.

"Om."

The future diary in Xun Xi's arms was suddenly updated.