Global Cards: I Create the Oriental Mythology Card Group

In the Taoyuan under the night, the neon lights flicker.

Perhaps because of living in a ghost town and needing a sense of security all the time, people here always prefer light.

At night, I like to turn on all the lamps in the house to dispel the shadows in my heart and illuminate the whole city.

"alright."

Looking at the landmark building [Scorching Peach Ghost Building] not far away, Bai Ziliang clapped his hands, stopped the frame, and signaled everyone to get off the sedan chair.

"At five o'clock tomorrow morning, Teacher Fan will be waiting for you here, so don't come late."

After another reminder, he turned around and returned to the frame, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Where are you going?"

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Jiang Cha asked.

"I have to go home first."

"Let's find a place to eat first."

"I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower."

"Internet cafe for private accommodation, do you want to go with me?"

Hearing this, everyone immediately started talking one after another.

"I said, brothers, although tonight does not involve elimination, you don't have to mess around like this."

Jiang Cha couldn't help but speak.

"Then where are you going?"

Chen Yuan folded his hands and asked.

"Of course, go to the night market to eat grilled squid."

Jiang Cha said something with a smile, then trotted to the side of the road, reached out to hail a taxi, and rushed straight to the night market.

"Then... Ji Nian, I'm leaving too." Yoyo whispered, "I haven't been home for a long time, I have to report to my family that they are safe."

"Well, good." Ji Nian nodded upon hearing this.

After rejecting a few boys' proposal to go play together, Ka boarded the last bus that went straight to Sangmen Road.

The car is either an old lady or an old man.

Under the erosion of Yin Qi for many years, his face was thin, resembling a skeleton, his body was stooped, and he coughed desperately from time to time.

The clothes he wears are also dark old Kyushu clothes that are often used as shrouds.

In this dimly lit, rusty last bus, it's still pretty scary.

"This city is really hell."

As Ji Nianxin said, he turned his head and looked at Yingtai, who was sitting obediently by the side like a primary school student on a spring outing, with his hands folded on his lap and a camera hanging around his neck. Brother Zongzi, who seemed to have slept to death, instantly felt relieved.

This was the first time he went to the underworld without Qi Ye's protection.

Somewhat guilty.

It's not that he doesn't trust these two partners, it's that the sense of security brought by the Huaxia God is too strong, and there will inevitably be a gap between the two.

"Summon Qiye out when you get to the place. It's too costly to keep him alive."

As Ji Nianxin said, he began to close his eyes and meditate.

With his current level of mental strength, it is the limit to support three Kaling battles.

I can only let Ba Ye come out next time [Ghost Catch].

"Civilized and courteous, the car is smooth and smooth. Passengers are welcome to get off the bus in an orderly manner."

After an unknown amount of time, a mechanical female voice sounded on the roof radio.

Ji Nian suddenly opened his eyes, and helped the trembling old men and women get out of the car with his left hand and right hand.

The bus drove away quickly behind him, as if he didn't want to stay here for half a second.

"Son, are you a card master?"

At this time, an old lady with a height of only 1.4 meters and a stooped back suddenly asked.

"Yes, grandma." Ji Nian replied politely.

Apart from being thick-faced and greedy for money, and a little perverted, he is still a very good person.

"To the morgue?" The old lady's cloudy eyes moved, her tone was firm.

"Well, I'm going there." Ji Nian nodded.

"From out of town?" the old lady asked.

"native."

The old lady was silent for a long time before continuing:

"Son, write down my mobile phone number, and remember to send me a text message when you come out later. If I haven't received the message after a quarter of an hour, I will call the Card Creator Association."

"Thank you grandma."

Although I still have confidence in my own strength, multiple insurances are always good.

Thinking of this, Ji Nian took out his mobile phone and wrote down the number of the old lady.

Then help the old man go home.

"What a boy."

Seeing this scene, Su Wen, who was hiding in the dark and guarding silently, couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "He is talented, intelligent, decisive and fierce in his actions, but he has kind thoughts. How could we be suspicious of such a good child?"

Fan Lei, who was lying on his back on the roof, did not speak, and stared at the stars in the dome with his dark eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when he was drinking tea with Bai Longfei in the tent that night, the other party hesitated several times, implying that there was a problem within the association.

"But the association is currently short of manpower, and it's just me, the president, Lao Xie, and Lao Su who are doing the work."

"Lao Xie is definitely fine. If Lao Su doesn't have that kind of mind, the chairman is even less likely..."

"It can't be me, can it?"

After thinking about it, Fan Lei felt that his CPU was going to explode.

"I don't really have Alzheimer's, do I?"

Scratching his black and white hair, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, feeling that he was not well.

Seeing his appearance, Su Wen opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

At the same time, under the protection of Brother Zongzi and Yingtai, Ji Nian walked along the street for nearly a kilometer, and finally saw an antique building.

It looked like it had been deserted for a long time, the unknown town house auspicious beasts carved on the beams were covered with dust, and the front glass curtain wall was also foggy, making it difficult to see the scene inside clearly.

Raising his hand to remove the [Danger, forbidden entry] note that was about to fall off, he exerted force with one arm, and forcibly broke down the iron rail hanging at the door.

Ji Nian pushed open the glass door, and the night wind rushed in, stirring up dust all over the floor.

Across the front room where the urns and the "sand table" of the cemetery are placed, a very spacious hall greets the eye.

There are dozens of hundreds of canopy beds inside, and the hanging dust is thicker than the white cloth covering them.

"Yingtai, Brother Zongzi..."

Ji Nian called softly, turned his head, and saw Yingtai looking for light and angles with a camera, but Brother Zongzi disappeared.

After looking around, I found that it was lying happily on a canopy bed by the door.

The corpse aura in the body also surged at a strange speed.

"Brother Zongzi..."

Just halfway through the chronology, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Turning around, I saw the outline of the canopy bed that was originally extremely flat. I didn't know when it appeared. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a human shape.

Brother Zongzi rushed over at this moment, grabbed the attacking withered claw with one hand, opened his mouth, and spewed out evil spirits like the light of a knife.

Seeing the attacker sideways to avoid it, it stretched out its five sharp fingers like knives and clasped its face tightly.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he dragged it forward with an incomparably ghostly speed, and threw it heavily towards the corner.

Just listening to the sound of "boom", the attacker, whose body was decayed and whose face was full of potholes, exploded on the spot.

Brother Zongzi absorbed all the corpse aura emitted.

Seeing this scene, Ji Nian couldn't help but move his eyes slightly.

He hurriedly exchanged glances with the Qi Ye who had just been summoned, and patted Yingtai's head again, signaling them not to make a move.

This is a gluttonous feast that belongs exclusively to Zongzi.

"It's just... didn't Lao Fan say that these ghosts are very stable? Why did they come out as soon as they saw me?"

At the same time, this question arose in Ji Nian's mind.

In troubled times, ghosts and ghosts are rampant.

Gain the ability to rollback undead.