Chapter 1042: The Collection Officer on the Icefield
Although this old man is a ghost, he is really a good person.
What's more, he helped me save my life. If he hadn't dug me out of the snow, who knows how long I would have been lying here.
So when I saw his trembling steps, I couldn't help but feel pity. Then I shouted loudly: "Old village chief!"
The old village chief turned to look at me and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Is there anything else you don't understand?"
I took two steps forward and whispered, "Old village chief, save me once and treat it as nothing in return. I will give you this rune."
I stretched out my finger and lightly tapped on the old village chief's forehead, and a curved rune was printed on the old village chief's forehead.
When the rune first appeared, it aroused the surrounding Yin Qi. The wind howled and countless Yin Qi followed the rune and penetrated into the old village chief's body.
This is the Yin Gathering Talisman specially invented by the Dayu Dynasty for the souls of heroes. As long as there is a heroic soul that is about to die, as long as the Yin Gathering Talisman is printed, the soul can be stabilized and the surrounding Yin Qi can be absorbed to strengthen itself.
As long as the residual soul is not too serious, it can basically be recovered.
The old village chief felt that his mind was lighter than ever before, and the drowsy feeling in the past suddenly became sober. Not only that, even the yin energy in his body solidified a lot.
Although it is still not as powerful as the evil spirit, it has gotten rid of the shaky illusion.
The old village chief was surprised and said loudly: "You...are you a ghost writer? Oh my God!"
He fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.
I hurriedly helped him up and said with a wry smile: "Old village chief, why are you doing this? You are my savior, how can you bow to me?"
"I learned this rune on the battlefield. Wouldn't it be suitable for everyone to use it now? What's more, I am a deserter. A deserter, how can I be called a ghost scribe?"
I helped the old village chief up and said with a smile: "Repay me with a plum, give me a peach. You save my life, and I will help you once. If you do this again, how can I feel at ease?"
Perhaps thinking of my status as a "deserter," the fear on the old village chief's face gradually disappeared, and he said apologetically: "No matter what, your knowledge of ghost writing is much better than that of low-level ghosts like us."
"In this way, you can rest here first, and then we will take you back to the village after we finish the work. We don't dare to let you do the mining."
Although I do not admit that I am a ghost scribe, people who understand ghost scribes are at the top in this ignorant land. Even if in their eyes, I only know one rune, I am still unattainable to them.
I originally thought that I should take a break and come here to dig some soul stones, so as to leave some property for myself. But now no one dares to persuade me to go to the construction site.
Are you kidding me, let a ghost who knows ghost writing dig for soul stones? Who thinks he will live longer?
Everyone looked at the old village chief with envy, and when they looked at me again, their eyes were full of awe. It wasn't until the old village chief shouted that everyone started to work nervously again.
I took a closer look and found that the Yin Souls were very strange when digging soul stones. They did not have shovel tools, so they only used their Yin energy to penetrate into the ground, and then used the Yin energy to soak the ore, split it and drag it out of the ground.
The whole process actually requires the energy and energy of the ghosts. After all, the soul stones are buried deep underground and cannot be easily dug out.
My heart moved, and I immediately understood why these villagers were so miserable and thin. Most of them had unreal bodies and were on the verge of collapse.
If nothing else, as long as anyone has to expend energy and energy every day, he probably won't live long.
In fact, I didn't know that at the beginning, the villagers escaped underground to search for soul stones. However, in the past three years, the ancestors of the zombies had collected countless soul stones in advance in order to prepare for the war.
Everyone has been doing it for a long time and has basically lost the ability to escape from the ground. There is no way, the energy and energy are exhausted too quickly and cannot be restored, so everyone has to take a break.
As for using soul stones to restore yourself? Just kidding, the soul stones dug out every day are not even enough to give to the collector, so where can I use them in my turn?
The piece that saved me just now was taken out by the old village chief through gritted teeth.
In this situation, who would dare to use the soul stone privately? Are you tired of living?
I sighed lightly. In fact, the world is like this. Those workers who live at the bottom are often the poorest.
Those powerful people who live at the top are often people who are not engaged in production and do not separate grains.
The world of the living is like this, and the world of the dead is still like this.
I was lost in thought there, but the ghosts on the construction site were working hard. They split the palm-sized soul stone into a standard six-pointed star shape.
Then they lined up neatly next to them.
Some of the palm-sized soul stones are dark in color, some are gray in color, and some are simply off-white.
The darker the soul stone, the better the effect. The lighter the color, the worse the effect. Those gray-white soul stones basically have a lot of impurities and are the worst raw ore.
Palm-sized soul stones were piled neatly next to them, and there were about thirty pieces in total. Everyone had tried their best to dig out these.
I saw that everyone was tired and listless, but they had to continue to work hard, and I couldn't bear it.
Just as I was thinking about whether to give everyone a Yin Gathering Talisman, I heard a gust of cold wind, and a burst of faint laughter floated in the wind.
My eyes were like lightning, and I turned around to look, only to find that at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Souls Valley, a dark shadow had appeared at some point.
The evil aura and coldness on the other side made me immediately grab the black and white sword of life and death with my hand.
Almost at the same time, the light of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Mirror had swept across, and all the scenes on the opposite side were reflected in the mirror.
I saw more than twenty ghosts riding the dark wind, rushing towards us. They were as fast as the wind and as fast as fire, and they were only four or five miles away from us in an instant.
The old village chief suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of those ghosts. The next second, he hurriedly said: "Hurry! The collector is coming!"
"How far do we have to go? Hurry up!"
A ghost said with a sad face: "We still have more than forty yuan! Old village chief, this is terrible! We will be beaten to death by the collection officer!"
The old village chief said angrily: "Then why are you still standing there! Digging one more soul stone will give us one more chance!"
The ghosts panicked one after another, and then fled underground desperately, trying to collect soul stones and complete the task before the collector arrived.
But the collection officer controlled the dark wind, and the speed was much faster than they imagined. Just hearing a cold hum, the dark wind blew past, forming a ripple of snowflakes on the ground.
The collector shouted sternly: "Old Man Cheng!"
The old village chief nodded hurriedly and bowed to greet him, saying respectfully: "Sir, sir, the little one is here!"
The collection officer said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Have you completed the task? One hundred and eighty soul stones, one is missing, I will trade with your life!"