I! Cleaner!

Our psychic society is facing a crisis. Only by merging into your Yarn Ball Society can we get out of the predicament?

Facing the "recruitment" from the evil prince, the female psychic sitting on the roadside stone no longer knew what expression to use to answer.

I remember that when I flew over the observatory last night, an old liar from the fortune-telling club stopped my flying carpet and said that she was about to face a disaster and had to pay her brother-in-law in the fortune-telling club to sort out the trajectory of her destiny, otherwise she would definitely get into big trouble tomorrow.

At that time, I almost laughed out of anger. When he cursed and left, he handed two letters of complaint to the fortune-telling and numerology clubs, reminding them to take care of the fraud. I never thought that the old liar was right...

Based on the fact that she had already experienced a similar incident before and the spirit of "people can't always be unbelieving", the middle-aged female psychic was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help asking:

"What do you mean by crisis... specifically?"

"Well... can't the secret art of summoning spirits be used?"

After thinking for a while, Leon gave an example:

"Just like what happened just now, if you don't agree to join, I will tell the souls of the dead world that when you use the secret art of summoning spirits in the future, you will directly block the gate of the dead and not let any soul out."

"..."

So the source of the crisis is you! ! !

The middle-aged female psychic, who was so angry at the words of the evil prince that she saw stars and was exhausted, propped up the stone with her hands and gritted her teeth and shouted:

"You are worthy? Although I am the acting president of the psychic club, my level is just barely in the top five. There are several psychics above me who are better than me! They may not be yours..."

"As long as they are psychics, they can't do anything to me."

After interrupting the middle-aged female psychic, Leon introduced himself with a smile:

"In addition, although I am still alive, the Gate of the Dead in the Dead Realm is indeed under my control. As long as I don't nod and let it go, I guarantee that you can't even shout out a dog's soul."

"Nonsense! The one guarding the Gate of the Dead is obviously the Guardian of Death, how can you..."

"Are you so uninformed?"

Leon raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:

"As a psychic who often communicates with the dead, you don't even know that the Guardian of Death Dog is gone?"

"Gone? How did it disappear?!"

"Eaten by someone."

Eaten by someone? !

The middle-aged female psychic asked in disbelief:

"That's a real god! Who can eat a real god?"

"Me."

"?!!!"

"Can't you psychics communicate with the souls of the dead? If you don't believe it, why don't you ask a few familiar souls?"

"..."

Although she felt that the man in front of her was talking nonsense, looking at Leon's overly calm expression and remembering his ability to easily drive away the souls he summoned, the middle-aged female psychic finally reached into the small bag on her waist and took out a small jar of moon-white bone powder with some hesitation.

"This is another secret technique of the Psychic Society, mainly used to communicate with the recently deceased."

As if she had noticed Leon's curiosity, the Cat Witch beside her turned her head slightly and explained in a low voice:

"After obtaining the consent of the deceased's family, the psychic of the Psychic Society can take half of the deceased's bones, burn them together with herbs, sacrifices, clay and other materials, and make a container for the deceased's soul to hide temporarily.

If the soul of the deceased who was summoned back has not lost his memory on the [Road of No Return], or has stayed in the [Regret City] because of obsession, he can use these ashes to appear and answer some questions..."

As the Cat Queen explained, the middle-aged female psychic took out another bottle of red and black mixed potion, rubbed the bone powder in her palm, and then held it with her hand and blew it hard forward.

"Puff!"

The slightly sticky moon-white particles were scattered by the wind, and then seemed to fall on something, hanging in the air in a very strange way. As the ashes blown out by the female psychic continued to increase, the dust stuck to some "things" finally gradually outlined a relatively clear shape.

"Marina?"

The transparent ash man opened his unclear eyes and looked at the complicated female psychic in front of him with difficulty. After barely recognizing who it was, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"I just died last week. You have questions for me so soon?"

"Teacher..."

After bowing slightly to the ash man, the middle-aged female psychic asked anxiously:

"I want to ask you something. Has the guarding god of death who guards the gate of the dead been eaten by someone?"

"Even you know about this..."

The ash man heard the words and He opened his eyes wide in surprise, then nodded and said:

"About two months ago, a madman from the Cleanup Bureau passed by the Gate of the Dead. He probably wanted to go to the dead world to do something, but he was eaten by the Guardian of Death.

Then he might have been irritated, and not only did he kill the Guardian of Death, but he also dug out the Guardian of Death's heart. In front of the death messengers who went to investigate the news, he held it in his hands and started to chew it... Tsk tsk tsk..."

The wrinkled ash man seemed to be very gossipy. He said with a look of amazement:

"Let me tell you, there is a big pool of blood behind the Gate of the Dead. That is where the God of Death was killed. When the Gate of the Dead is more active, you can occasionally see the [Death Replay] of the original scene. Be sure to go and take a look after you die.

Oh, by the way, you can take a look, but don't tell others after you're done. The masters of the dead world don't seem to like the dead talking about this matter. They don't even allow the name of that person to be mentioned. I just overheard a little when I passed by the White Bone Palace. I remember that the man seemed to be called Li... Li something..."

"Leon Ryan."

"Yes, yes, that should be the name!"

The ears outlined by bone powder trembled slightly. After hearing the voice coming from behind, the ashes turned around with great joy and squinted his eyes to look at the He looked down at the Evil Prince and the Cat Witch, and then asked with admiration:

"You can actually find out about the dead world, you are well-informed...Are you two new mediums in the club?"

"No, we are from the Yarn Ball Club."

Leon shook his head, and then said with a smile:

"But it doesn't matter, we will soon be considered a family."

"Haha, good! It's good to be a family~"

After patting the Evil Prince's shoulder affectionately, expressing his appreciation for his outstanding junior, and leaving a handprint of ashes on his clothes, the ashes man asked with a smile:

"Young man, I think you look a little unfamiliar. Did you go to my funeral last week? What's your name?"

"My name is Leon, Leon Ryan."

"..."

"..."

Lyon... Ryan? !

After hearing what Leon said, the ashes man who put his hand on his shoulder could not help but be silent for a moment, then squeezed his eyelids desperately, squeezing all the limited bone powder around to the position of his eyes, and clearly outlining the originally blurry eyeballs.

And when he looked at Leon's appearance again with his clear eyes, the ashes that were originally evenly distributed on the ashes man's body began to gather crazily towards its throat, and then let out a horrified scream.

"Oh my god!!!!!!"