When the old ghost entered the bedroom through the door, he saw such a scene.
A tall, slightly thin young man, standing upright, clenched his fists, with firm eyes (fog), looking at the little ghost baby Niuniu without fear (fog).
There was no cry of panic, nor did he faint from fright. This new ghost messenger seemed to be much bolder than he had imagined.
Perhaps what happened last night was Niuniu's embellishment, or maybe it was because the ghost messenger didn't adapt to his new identity immediately.
The old ghost made countless excuses in his mind for Jiang Liu's coma last night, then leaned on a cane, hunched over, stepped forward a few steps, patted Jiang Liu's shoulder with his hands, and said hello to him respectfully. .
Poor Jiang Liu looked at a pair of red eyes just now, and when he turned his head, he saw a pale, skinny grimace covered with grooves. The other party opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow fangs, as if he was about to gnaw on it in the next second. Eat the tender flesh of his body.
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Jiang Liu hurriedly took a step back, but he forgot that the little ghost was right behind him. With such a retreat, he inevitably bumped into the little ghost behind him. He fell down and rolled to the door with a grunt.
"Hey, Niuniu's head was knocked off by my uncle!"
The little female ghost let out an exclamation, ran up and down to the door, squatted down, picked up the head on the ground, and put it on her neck again, but it seemed to be in the wrong direction.
Jiang Liu watched helplessly as her head rotated 180 degrees on her neck, then clicked a few times, and resumed normal operation again.
Is this considered female ghost touching porcelain?
Jiang Liu rolled his eyes, wanting to faint again.
"Niuniu, don't tease Mr. Ghost Envoy."
The old ghost can naturally see that Gui Niuniu deliberately dropped her head to scare the ghost envoys, otherwise, according to the characteristics of their soul bodies, their heads would fall off with just a slight bump.
As an elder who has worried about these new ghosts for hundreds of years, the old ghost is deeply afraid that Niuniu will anger the ghost messenger, and will settle accounts with her after the ghost messenger grows up.
Fortunately, this new emissary seems to be relatively kind. Even though Niuniu was making such a fuss, she didn't see the emissary scolding her.
The old ghost looked at the new ghost envoy who was still standing upright with relief, and had a preliminary assessment of the courage of this ghost envoy who had just taken office.
"Master Ghost Messenger, I am the boss of ghosts in Yinzhou. I am a good ghost registered in the underworld and legally stranded in the human world. You can call me an old ghost."
The old ghost tried his best to show a kind and kind expression, but his innate condition was not good, and the way he tried to smile with the corners of his mouth was even scarier than when he was not smiling.
"Ghost messenger?"
Seemingly realizing that the two ghosts were not malicious and did not mean to hurt him, Jiang Liu became a little more courageous, but he still didn't dare to look at the two ghost faces, his eyes were empty and he didn't dare to focus.
Jiang Liu thought about what the old ghost said in his heart. The ghosts in this world seem to be controlled by the underworld. The ghost messengers he talked about should be the apostles of the underworld in the world.
It's just how do ghosts identify? What kind of ability does a ghost have?
And why did the original body become a ghost messenger, and who was the ghost messenger before him?
These are all mysteries that Jiang Liu is curious about.
"The ghost makes the Lord not know his identity?"
Seeing Jiang Liu's expression, the old ghost asked suspiciously. It stands to reason that when the new ghost envoy succeeds to the throne, the previous ghost envoy will use special methods to pass down the memory belonging to the ghost envoy. The memory after inheritance can better exercise one's responsibilities.
Could it be that he found the wrong person? But Jiang Liu's coercion of a ghost messenger cannot deceive people, and Jiang Liu's adoptive father is the previous ghost messenger. After the death of the other party, Jiang Liu should be the person most likely to inherit the ghost messenger's position. There should be no mistake in this point. ah.
"Uncle is so stupid, even more stupid than Ah Huang raised by Niuniu."
The little ghost baby ran up to the closet at some point, sat on the top, dangling her little feet, and said with a giggle.
Ah Huang, it was Ah Huang again, Jiang Liu's self-esteem made him forget that he was facing two ghosts, and he glared at the little bear kid.
Sooner or later, one day, he will kick the heads of this girl and her raised Ah Huang like a ball.
Fortunately, although there is an unreliable little ghost, the old ghost, who has been around for hundreds of years, is still quite reliable. Under the old ghost's explanation, Jiang Liu also roughly understood what the identity of a ghost envoy is.
Because of the large population of Huaguo.
"As for identifying ghosts, it's very simple."
The old ghost had similar worries to Jiang Liu, but now he patiently explained to Jiang Liu his doubts just now.
"Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu respectively guard the southeast, northwest, and north of Huaguo. The horns, kang, di, room, heart, tail, and Ji in the east belong to Qinglong. Ginseng belongs to the same white tiger; the wells, ghosts, willows, stars, Zhang, wings, and zhen in the south are Suzaku; the seven stars, cows, women, emptiness, danger, room, and wall in the north are called Xuanwu. Yin and Yang, so the ghost envoys are also given different totem marks according to different directions."
Yinzhou belongs to the south, so the ghost envoys in Yinzhou wear the totem of the Suzaku on their bodies.
The old ghost signaled Jiang Liu to look at his back. Jiang Liu walked to the mirror in the bathroom, turned around, took off his pajamas, and then turned his head to look at himself in the mirror. The Suzaku totem was stabbed on his back at some point.
The crimson color is like flowing magma, which complements his pale skin, giving him a faintly enchanting and glamorous feeling.
Jiang Liu silently put down his clothes. He thought that a real man like him should be equipped with a domineering and mighty totem like a green dragon. No matter how bad it is, a white tiger would do too.
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