Corpse Exorcism in Western Hunan: I Use the Ancient Corpse Immortal in the Town of the King of Hell To

"Miss Cui, this Hell Talisman of yours... Is it a rebirth charm or a life-saving charm?" When I put the last touch on the coffin with corpse oil, the entire sinking water suddenly flowed backwards. The warlords on the other side held up the German mirror box and yelled, but they didn't know that their shadows were being dragged into the bottom of the river by water ghosts - there lay three corpse immortals of the Western Zhou Dynasty that I had sealed off with my own hands. The world only knows that I, King Cui, is the youngest corpse exorcist in western Hunan, but they don't know that I have died because of the King of Hell Talisman in my ten reincarnations. In this life, I hold Chi You's bone-milling judge's pen in my left hand, and on my right shoulder I have a map of the Wu Xian Kingdom that sucks longevity. I tattooed the Yin soldiers' crossing map on the living in Chenzhou Corpse Market, and tattooed the soul-transferring curse on the dead. Until that day, when I put sand on the forehead of an actor's corpse from Changsha, the corpse suddenly opened its golden eyes: "Three thousand years have passed, and the gravekeepers of Wu Xian have been reduced to gathering corpses of actors?" The tiger talisman on his waist shattered twelve ever-burning lanterns, and the ghost pupil of my left eye suddenly hurt - the gap in the tiger talisman actually matched the fatal wound on the master's skull...