My future diary cannot be the last one

After thinking about everything, Xun Xi immediately put away the chart. He estimated that after Haitu left the six-faced disciple, the wandering Taoist priest would soon feel something. Therefore, he must give it to the moral people in the master-disciple sect as soon as possible, otherwise the wandering Taoist priests will come to him.

So the question is: How can I leave quickly?

"I won."

Xun Xi looked at the old man sewing corpses with a bitter expression, smiled slightly and said: "According to the bet, from now on, the lives of you and your old best friend are mine."

".Yes."

The old man who sewed corpses sighed deeply when he heard this: "It's a pity that I don't have many years to live. The grave digger calculated it for me, I only have three months left."

"There's no point in trying to kill me."

"And if you can't get out of the ghost market, all of this is meaningless."

"If I have to say it, if you are interested in these corpses that I have sewn up in my life, you can take them all away. I don't care anymore."

Seeing the open look of the old man sewing corpses, Xun Xi also frowned slightly. He finally got two coolies, but one of them was already lying in the coffin, and the other was about to lie in the coffin. How could this be done? What kind of person is Xun Xi? How could he be willing to suffer a loss if his feathers are plucked?

".All right."

I saw Xun Xi's eyes rolling, and then he showed a look of sadness: "Since you are already determined to die, I can't persuade you anymore."

"but!"

"Your death is as light as a feather, but the inheritance you carry is as heavy as Mount Tai! Whether it's sewing corpses or tying paper, won't all these supernatural beings be lost once you die?" At this point, Xun Xi wiped his hands again. Non-existent tears: "I will never allow this to happen!"

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

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

"this"

The old man who was sewing corpses looked stunned when he heard this. He seemed to want to say something, but thinking that he had just lost the bet and also himself, he sighed helplessly: "Well, it's not really a powerful method. If you want it, then give it to me." It’s no harm to you.”

After saying that, he took off his clothes.

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

"Corpse?" Xun Xi raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," the old man who stitched corpses said frankly: "The first corpse I stitched was myself. This is also a prerequisite for mastering the supernatural power of corpse stitching."

Immediately afterwards, the old man sewing corpses put his hand on his chest.

At the position of the heart, he twisted a golden thread: "Destiny is like a thread. This thread is the source of supernatural beings that runs through my body. It is also the supernatural source of sewing corpses. The threads we use to sew corpses are basically It's derived from supernatural powers, just pull it out if you want."

"As for Junlan."

The old man who stitched corpses paused, and then continued: "Her paper-tying supernatural powers are the same as mine, but the source is a ghost tree with a face on the trunk."

"With a face?"

"Yes." The old man who stitched corpses nodded: "But unlike me, although the ghost tree was discovered by the papermakers of Junlan's lineage, it was not completely controlled. It can only be visited every once in a while. Take the bark off the tree that contains the ghost face and make it into usable paper.”

"Use that paper to make paper figures again."

"Only the paper figures made in this way have supernatural powers. Moreover, the face can be kneaded at will, and even transformed into the appearance of other people."

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

“And then make it into a paper figurine.”

"Then the paper man made will be able to obtain the supernatural power of the corresponding face owner. And the strength will not even lose to the original body in a short period of time."

"It's a pity that after being trapped in the ghost market."

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

After listening to what the old man sewing corpses said. Xun Xi couldn't help but think of another person related to face: Wu Maang. The Grimace Tree has a face that shouldn’t be there. The Wumian just lacks a face that should have been there. Is it possible for these two supernatural beings to conflict?

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

Xun Xi decided to pay attention. After all, the more helpers around him, the better: "As for your corpse-stitching magic, let it stay with you for the time being."

Looking back, Xun Xi took out two other things that were placed in the emperor's coffin.

A whisk.

A jade seal.

It looks like something Taoist and fairy-like, but if you look closely, you will find that the white threads on the whisk are actually tentacles with barbs. They seem to be dancing in the wind, but in fact they are constantly squirming. Not to mention the jade seal, which had an image of an evil ghost directly printed on it.

It's all stuff in the mess.

Leave the body shop.

As soon as Xun Xi went out, Luo Chong and the corpse chaser ran up to him immediately, and their excited expressions almost brought tears to their eyes.

"Brother Xun! You are finally out!"

"You won, right?"

"I knew you would win!"

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

On the other side, the old man sewing corpses walked into the paper-making shop next to him under the envious and jealous gaze of the medicine seller. After a while, he walked out again, then walked to Xun Xi and stuffed a piece of paper into his hands. Obviously, what is written on the paper is the address of the Grimace Tree.

"You're planning on leaving, right?"

Immediately afterwards, the old man sewing corpses continued: "Further ahead are the grave diggers and the coffin makers. But I suggest you not to go find the coffin makers."

"Go find the gravedigger."

"He is different from us. He came in to dig the so-called [Luo family's ancestral grave], but he made a mistake and ended up here."

The old man who was sewing corpses had not yet finished speaking.

"Hey, hey." A voice suddenly came from the darkness.

"Chen Fuyou, what you said is not true. I, the general, have worked hard day and night to unearth the buried truth of the supernatural circle, and you slander me, general, 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 in control."

The words fell.

I saw a middle-aged man with sinister eyebrows and a mustache on his lips, who didn't look like a serious person, striding over.

"A grave digger?"

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

"What are you doing out here?"

"Come out and see you."

Compared with other people, the spirit of the grave digger who calls himself "General" is obviously more than one level better. He said with burning eyes: "I have been exploring this ghost market for more than 20 years and finally found something. A shocking tomb that will hopefully lead us all away.”

"How about it?"

"Would you like to go together?"

The gravedigger's attitude was very sincere, especially his statement of "hope to leave", which shocked everyone except Xun Xi.

the reason is simple.

"Buzz."

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