No way.
Yin Ren stood still in front of the pile of debris, with a look of fear on his face.
The spiritual weapon that resonated with him was not even on the shelf, but in a trash heap like a garbage dump. This knowledge made the Ghost King very unhappy. At the same time, he was also a little wary - how did this thing sense him
"do you know?"
Xiang Jiang stood behind him like a ghost, his tone was very soft.
"Shi'an has a saying that registered spiritual weapons can reflect the character of a black seal."
Xiang Jiang is a full 1.9 meters taller than Yin Ren. Yin Ren did not look back, nor did he pay attention to the hoarse ringtone in front of him. He spoke as if chatting: "Senior Xiang, what is your registered spiritual weapon?"
"A dagger that never wears out." Xiang Jiang said.
Yin Ren: "..." Ah, is this what jealousy tastes like
I don’t know what the crazy screaming thing is in the debris pile. It sounds a bit like a mobile phone. But what if it was an alarm clock or a low-quality children's toy, where would he put his thousand-year-old ghost king's face
"Could this thing be voice-controlled?" Amidst the rapid ringing, Yin Ren squeezed out his little modern knowledge and tried hard to find an excuse.
Shi'an can cover three meals a day on weekdays, but Zhong Cheng said tonight there is no need to open the door. He stood in front of the sofa, a little confused on his face.
What practical use does this thing have? Is it used to scare Zhong Cheng? He could imagine that Zhong Cheng would only persuade him to reinstall the system as soon as possible. But then again...
It made a weak sound, not sure if it was responding to Yin Ren.
"I need to understand your experience." He paused for a moment and added seriously.
"Hurry up and take your spiritual weapon, don't waste other people's time." Xiang Jiang still didn't listen to what others said.
No matter how disgusted he was, he still had to confirm it. Let’s see if this thing has been holding it in for a long time and then makes noise when seeing people, or if it detects something that it shouldn’t detect.
This thing is really a shabby mobile phone.
Yin Ren had no choice but to pull away the debris with a grimace, as if he was performing some kind of garbage sorting activity. Not long after, the thing that was ringing like crazy was caught in his hand.
The old mobile phone lingers in Yin Ren's pocket: "Ling..."
"Do you mind if I sit here for a while?" Zhong Cheng said, sitting on the sofa without any help, "I'm not used to staying in the bedroom all the time."
This thing is softer than the bed board, and Yin Ren likes it very much. He quickly settled down on the sofa and stretched out hugely.
Xiang Jiang: "Yes."
As a result, as soon as the unlucky thing was released, the harsh "ring-ring-ring" suddenly rang through the warehouse, hitting everyone's eardrums again. The ringing sounded like some kind of wail, and even Zhong Cheng stopped his ears and retreated to the entrance.
It seems that this time he has to eat with his mouth properly, which makes Yin Ren a little regretful. But this feeling of getting along with people day and night is quite new to him. Judging from Zhong Cheng's stiff posture, he probably wasn't used to it either.
night.
Yin Ren: "We have to find a way to turn it into a power bank."
Zhong Cheng said he sat down on the sofa and said, "We didn't train together today. What did you do over there?"
It's a bit disgusting, and Yin Ren doesn't even want to order it.
There is a very weak evil spirit on it. It doesn't look like a spiritual craftsman's product, but something is lodged in it.
Yin Ren choked. Why is it still accurate? Shi'an is so terrifying.
"It seems like this is your spiritual weapon."
"This is your home, why are you so polite? As long as you don't mind me eating." Yin Ren put his feet away and opened the takeout app in his hand.
"It's nothing. I just handed out training materials for ghost masters and assigned some tasks - they said they were going to find a ghost-like evil creature to strike up a conversation with and try to build a good relationship with them."
It sounds weird.
"I will do the registration work. You should take it with you. If you lose it, the loss will be deducted from your salary ten times."
Yin Ren squeezed through the subway again. He walked in, loosened his bag and threw himself on the sofa.
"Speaking of which, Senior Xiang, since it is my registered spiritual weapon, does this deceiving mobile phone have any symbolic meaning? I don't think it has anything to do with my personality..."
This phone only has a few basic apps installed, and the wallpaper is a pitiful big yellow dog. There is a crazy message in the upper left corner that there is no SIM card, and it seems that it is not connected to Shi'an's network.
Xiang Jiang gave him an indescribable look. The cell phone seemed to have noticed something and started ringing wildly in Yin Ren's hand, as if it wanted to return to the garbage pile.
"Maybe you prefer fishing at work." Seeing that Yin Ren's spiritual weapon was mediocre, Xiang Jiang seemed to have lost the last of his interest.
The moment he took it out of the clutter, the alarming ringing suddenly stopped. It stopped so unexpectedly that Yin Ren thought he was deafened for a moment.
The label on the back of the phone is also scrawled: "This phone often uses ghost APP to replace the original APP to display strange content."
It has a touch screen, and the style is not very new, at least it is much worse than the one issued by Shian. The screen of the mobile phone was cracked with several tragic marks, and the body of the phone was full of bumps and scratches. Yin Ren turned it to the front - this thing actually still has electricity and no password.
Amid the noise, Xiang Jiang remained motionless. He twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the number on the back of the phone.
Turning back to the front, this phone seems to be trying hard to show itself. In just the blink of an eye, the "information" on its desktop turned into "heart breath", and the icon in the original dialog box also turned into a heart shape.
There were a lot of sticky stains on the phone and it gave off a sour smell. Yin Ren put down his phone in disgust and wiped his hands.
The quiet atmosphere lasted for half a minute.
Yin Ren desperately took the phone, and the ringing stopped suddenly again.
"This thing is a spiritual weapon after all. Does it always have electricity?"
Yin Ren sneered, put it in his pocket, and patted it twice: "You called me here yourself, don't even think about going back on it."
"how?"
Yin Ren glanced sideways at his bag. The bag is one of the entry gifts given by the Human Resources Department. It is printed with the logo of Shi'an Group. It is filled with books, cut-out post-it notes, and a large number of soft-tipped cinnabar ink pens.
Thousands of years have passed, but the tools used by cultivators have remained unchanged.
Yin Ren is not worried about his metaphysics task. He will discuss it with Miss Hutao next door another day, and the target will be easily met this week. Even if Hutao doesn't want to cooperate, he can still go around the community and randomly capture a lucky "kid".
It’s the non-metaphysical tasks that cause headaches.
Yin Ren's bag was bulging with thick volumes of "Fundamentals of Shi'an Fighting", "Wild Survival Manual", and "Abide by the Law: A Complete Collection of Laws You May Contact". Lord Ghost King quickly glanced at those tomes, a little... The long-lost suffocation.
Zhong Cheng looked at the bookshelf speechlessly. The training materials on his side have been sorted out. In addition to three books of the same model as Yin Ren, he also has three more books: "Daily First Aid", "Common Mechanical Repair" and "The Art of Communication".
"The Art of Communication" was given to him personally by Fangyuan Yuan, saying that it was a special treatment, and it was the only one among the newcomers this year.
Seeing Zhong Cheng's gaze drifting to the bookshelf, Yin Ren stood up and said, "You want to read here? Then I'll go to the dining table to eat."
As soon as he stood up, the old mobile phone slipped out of his pocket and clattered to the floor. It was placed on the floor with the screen facing down and made two extremely weak "rings".
Zhong Cheng pinched a piece of tissue and picked up the dirty mobile phone. I saw that it had a weak light, the battery showed 1%, and there was another fresh crack on the screen.
"...Is this your 'registered spiritual weapon'?"
"Yeah, you have to carry it with you every day. It doesn't seem to have any special use, it just has too much power to be used up."
"This is a classic style from six years ago." Zhong Cheng said, looking through his phone curiously, "If there are no other big problems, you can apply to Shi'an to use it. In many cases, 'the battery is not used up' is a big deal. The advantages."
The phone vibrated twice on the spot, and the battery level soared to 10%.
Yin Ren: "..." Is it the battery capacity or the mood index of this thing
Yin Ren: "Can it really be used if it's so rotten?"
"Wait a moment." Zhong Cheng said and stood up.
He trotted into the bedroom, and the sound of rummaging through the cabinets sounded again. Since Zhong Cheng said that he must lock the door every time he enters the house, Yin Ren has not seen what his bedroom looks like yet.
Soon, Zhong Cheng said he walked out the door carrying a small toolbox, and in his hand was a mobile phone of the same model as the spiritual weapon. Unlike the spiritual weapons picked up from the garbage dump, the old mobile phone was not damaged at all.
Zhong Cheng said that he sat down at the dining table and lined up the shiny silver tools: "I happen to have the same model that has been eliminated. I can help you repair it... The uniqueness of this thing is not the shell and screen, right?"
"I'm not here, I'm not here...forget it, you have to figure it out first."
Considering that this thing needs to be carried close to the body, it would be better to keep it tidy.
The mobile phone was lying on the table obediently, with the battery level rising to 50% out of thin air. It exuded an inexplicable aura of eagerness to try.
Zhong Cheng said the operation was as precise as surgery. He gently removed the casing and screen, disassembled the parts, and carefully cleaned the dust and dirt inside the phone. The bright light illuminated his face, and his eyes were full of concentration, as if he was holding the most important thing in the world.
Seeing how serious he was, Yin Ren was embarrassed to continue slumping on the sofa. Lord Ghost King pulled up a chair and sat next to Zhong Chengshuo. He held his face sideways and watched his partner brush lightly with the soft brush and wipe with the silk cloth. One person operates quietly, and the other person watches quietly. There was only the sound of gentle breathing in the room, and time seemed to stand still.
Yin Ren couldn't understand the purpose of Zhong Cheng's movements, but this man's hands were indeed beautiful. The hand Zhong Cheng mentioned had no wounds or calluses, the fingers were long and slender, the joints were distinct, and there were not many protruding veins in between.
The finger bones under the skin must be pretty good-looking, Yin Ren thought casually.
With a neat movement, the old mobile phone was cleaned up and made new. It was wrapped with a new casing and a new screen, and Yin Ren's mobile phone card was successfully installed. The old shell engraved with the Shi'an number was polished into small strips and affixed to the back of the new shell, turning it into an exquisite and unique decoration.
Zhong Cheng said that he finally used a soft cloth dipped in alcohol and wiped the machine carefully: "It's fixed."
When the phone came back to Yin Ren, it was as new as if it had just been unpacked.
After one cleaning session, its battery level reached 100%.
Zhong Cheng said that everything was done without leakage, and Yin Ren’s commonly used apps were already installed. Yin Ren operated it casually twice, and it was quite smooth - this thing seemed to be honest and did not create any weird ghost APP for him.
The days are long and he has plenty of time to study it.
Yin Ren thought for a moment, clicked on the settings page, and changed the default ringtone to dog barking.
"Thank you, Brother Zhong." He played with the magic phone with great joy, "It looks really good. I don't have to look for sockets everywhere in the future."
Zhong Cheng nodded and looked at the time: "I'm going to bed, good night."
"Good night." Yin Ren was still very excited, "I'll prepare a surprise for you tomorrow."
That night.
"Ah? You want me to add evil energy to this mobile phone chain?" Hu Tao scratched his head.
Two tacky mobile phone charms were placed in front of her. They were the fruit of the Ghost King's first attempt at online shopping last night.
The two pendants are both made into round hamsters, one says "A thousand gold deposits into the treasury" and the other says "A warehouse full of good luck". It seems to be a popular style among elementary and middle school students.
After taking a closer look, Hu Tao looked at Yin Ren with almost pity: "You... don't want to use it yourself, do you?"
The cost of this thing is not more than two yuan.
"Gold and red, so happy." Yin Ren couldn't put it down, "If it is touched by the breath of a powerful ghost, ordinary evil objects will not come close."
Although Zhong Cheng said that he was immune to all evil, if someone around him had a problem, Zhong Cheng said there was still the possibility of being implicated. Hu Tao is definitely not weak, so it is just right to use her to ward off evil spirits.
"Then you can do it yourself." Hutao scratched his nose and muttered.
"I have my own inconveniences." Yin Ren tore off a sticky note and said, "Sister Hutao, as long as you do me this favor, I will give you an apple. What is your birth date?"
Hu Tao perked up: "Deal!"
Then she came back to her senses and said in disbelief: "... Wait, what do you mean, are you going to give them away?"
Yin Ren looked pained: "I gave one to Zhong Cheng as a thank you gift. I originally wanted to keep both."
Hutao: "..." Just be happy.
Two minutes later, Hutao received the sacrifice and happily sucked the apple. Yin Ren was in a daze looking at the talisman with the birth date of Hu Tao written on it, his expression sometimes solemn and sometimes hesitant.
Hu Tao: "What are you thinking about? If you don't want to watch the show tonight, I'll go back first."
"I have a small favor for you to do."
"Just tell me."
"The so-called ghost control master essentially has to do two things. One is to make a contract with the evil object and make a deal; the other is to use the talisman to designate the specific evil object and give the time and place information to contact the other party."
"... Well, I studied accounting at first..." She had grown up in the sun anyway, and she had never been exposed to this weird knowledge after her death.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Just cooperate with me later." Yin Ren took out his mobile phone and knocked on its shell. "Friend, let's get to work."
"Woof woof." The ringtone of the cell phone was changed and the cell phone rang weakly.
Yin Ren went through the operation and clicked on the new software on the screen: "Get a ghost APP, this is the one I clicked now."
"Woof."
"Good boy, I'll feed you some evil spirit later." Yin Ren opened the ghost APP and looked very satisfied with his expression.
Then he picked up the yellow paper and wrote Hu Tao's name and birthday: "Miss Hu, if you put some evil energy on it, take it as confirmation."
Hu Tao complied blankly - she had been dead for so many years, so she couldn't be tricked into getting a loan.
Yellow paper burns slowly in a porcelain bowl. Yin Ren’s cell phone vibrated—
A notification popped up from an APP called "Coffin Nail". After opening it, there is an internal group called "What to Eat Today" at the top.
There are only two members in the group.
[Wutao:…]
[walnut:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?]
[Yin Ren: It really works. Registration is originally a variant of contract, and then using spiritual weapons for text communication... The principle is exactly the same, thanks to modern technology.]
[Yin Ren: Is this called "paperless office"? It's nice not to have to carry the talisman paper and cinnabar every day.]
[Yin Ren: @walnut so you can contact me at any time, and I can also call you out of bondage.]
[Yin Ren: I see you have read it.]
[Walnut: 1]
[Wudao: It’s not that it can’t be done... Help, why can’t I get rid of this even if I die!]
[Yin Ren: Don’t worry, I will distribute the evil spirit and offerings to you. Happy cooperation [handshake]]
The mobile phone magic weapon is more useful than Yin Ren imagined. The ghost control master wants to summon the evil ghost on the spot, which is ten thousand times easier than tearing up paper, drawing talismans and then burning them. Great, this week's work targets are ahead of schedule.
The things in the mobile phone probably didn't expect to be used in this kind of world, and the battery dropped to 60%.
Hu Tao stared at Yin Ren sadly. Her friendly mode was shaky, and the blood all over her body gradually became thicker. Yin Ren didn't panic at all. He opened the refrigerator slowly and patted his chest: "Come on, Miss Hu, you can choose half of my snacks."
Ten minutes passed, and a sharp and loud alarm bell rang through the room. Zhong Cheng opened the door cautiously and stuck out his head wearing a nightcap.
Then he met Yin Ren, who was burning paper crazily.
The living room was filled with smoke. The moonlight shines in through the window, lingering in the light smoke, and the scene is slightly dreamy.
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
Zhong Cheng said: "Why are you burning paper indoors? There is a smoke alarm on it."
Yin Ren: "Don't worry, some feudal superstitious customs are being investigated. I'll pay attention next time."
"Okay... remember to open the window for ventilation." Zhong Cheng said sleepily.
Then he yawned, slowly retracted his head, and the bedroom door slammed shut. In the invisible world that Zhong Cheng said, Hu Tao was sitting on the refrigerator, holding the rolled meat and eating it bitterly, with snacks piled up around him.
However, Zhong Cheng said that not long after his comrade returned to the bedroom, the clear ringtone accompanied the barking of the electronic dog and sang together with the smoke alarm.
Zhong Cheng slowly stretched out his head again, his nightcap tilted to the point of falling off: "Mr. Yin, what on earth are you..."
"It's none of my business this time!" Yin Ren was busy putting out the fire, "It's the cell phone ringing, our cell phones are ringing!"
Zhong Cheng said he glanced at his watch painfully, and it was exactly two o'clock in the morning.
"Hello, hello?" He rubbed his face hard and picked up the phone first, "Who are you?"
"Shi'an, Science Gang Lu Xiaohe, your rear command." A loud female voice sounded, "Comrades, come on, get up and work overtime. Does the man named Yin Ren live with you? Wake him up and take him with you. "
Zhong Cheng said he glanced at Yin Ren, who was battling the smoke alarm: "Something happened to him and he can't leave. Can we -" tomorrow
"Haha, I don't want to start at this time." The female voice stopped and smiled helplessly, "I can't help it. My old contact person at the police station has contacted me urgently. No one is waiting at the scene."
"You two, this is a serious criminal case."
The author has something to say:
Electronic pets (???) get!
The joke of Sister Hutao replying "1" is actually commonly used by social animals... Replying "1" after receiving a job request means that you already know/have seen/ok. Explain it to the student party who may not have contact with it_(:з」∠)_
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