My name is Chen Du, and my grandfather is the last soul-soothing person in Shili Baxiang.
Since I was a child, he forced me to learn how to tie paper, draw talismans, and memorize the "Soul Soul Sutra", saying that this is a thousand-year inheritance of the Chen family. I thought he was an old fool, until the day I turned eighteen, my grandfather gave me a dream: "Du'er, the spiritual energy has revived, the gate of hell has opened, you are the last member of the Chen family, guard the earth for me."
When I woke up, the system woke up and told me that I had signed in and practiced for ten years in my dream. The talisman is at full level, the yin and yang eyes are at full level, and the soul-suppressing technique is at full level.
I knocked on the ground with my lightning-strike wooden sword, and all the ghosts within ten miles knelt down collectively.
While my colleagues are still fighting for a business deal, I have already started cleaning up the S-level supernatural area. Rich families beg me to change their feng shui, and officials beg me to fix things. Until one day, in a forbidden place shrouded in black mist, an ancient voice came from: "Master General, you are safe and sound."
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