Memoirs of Detective 9

I am a psychic anchor. Originally he just wanted to eat and die and defraud water friends for a small amount of money, but unexpectedly, for a small amount of money, he embarked on a journey of committing suicide again and again. I don't know how to fly and escape, nor can I subjugate demons and catch ghosts, but every time I recall this past event, I can't help but tremble in my heart. The mysterious altar buried five hundred meters underground, the corpses of the dragon veins in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties decomposed by themselves, the century-old corpses walking under the rolling Yellow River, and the Xuanwu Formation in northern Inner Mongolia. Everything is filled with conspiracies. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.