When Meng Hui's soul was able to stand firm, he found himself standing in an empty house the size of an ordinary bedroom, with black walls, black doors and windows, and the doors and windows could not be opened.

The empty house was clearly black, and there were no electric lights, candles or any lighting, but Meng Hui could see clearly.

A black round cushion was placed on the ground with some profound runes embroidered on it. It was a variant of ghost painting talismans that Meng Hui had learned. "Ordinary advancement room... Is this what I mean when I sit on it and practice?" She studied the runes carefully and figured out the meaning with Meng and guessing.

The runes on the cushion can help the soul become stronger and more stable. As soon as Meng Hui sat on it, he felt that his whole body was full of strength, which was more energetic than eating two Snickers and drinking two cups of concentrated Italian. "This is the effect that can only be achieved by injecting chicken blood!" The feeling of the soul being full of strength is completely different from the strength of the body when he was alive.

Meng Hui couldn't help but close his eyes and immersed in a state where his soul became stronger.

When she got off the bus from No. 14 to the underworld, she felt drowsy and her whole soul was light and as if she had a cold. After the first mission, the discomfort completely disappeared because her soul was gradually growing.

As the King of Hell said, there are many benefits to becoming Meng Po to do tasks well. One of them is that you can reach the peak of immortality step by step. In the underworld, if you want to advance to a higher level, you must make your soul stronger.

Meng Hui felt that she had a series of changes, her thinking became more active and more sensitive. She did not open her eyes, but her vision probably became clearer.

She did not take the initiative to advance because she didn't know how to advance. However, her soul seemed to have instinct and naturally absorbed the power of runes on the cushion until a sense of saturation came, forcing her to open her eyes and leave the cushion.

"Is this the feeling of becoming a scattered immortal?" Meng Hui had never been so clear-headed. "Why does it seem that his intelligence has improved?" Before he could verify himself, a familiar dizziness came, but this time she easily stabilized her soul.

Dingdong—

"The Palace of the King of Hell is here. Congratulations to Meng Hui for advancing the Sanxian. Reward: The Sanxian-level immortal art "The ghost will not disperse". Please keep working hard. Today you are proud of the underworld, and tomorrow you are proud of you."

When Meng Hui heard the cold electronic synthesizer and shouted the slogan of eight hundred years ago, the corners of her eyes twitched. However, the ghosts were not dispersed? Is this her golden finger?

"After a series of improvements, the Underworld Advance Room has been fully automated. I haven't tried it yet. How do you feel?" The King of Hell sat on his head, his expression regained his seriousness.

Now even the underworld is keeping pace with the new era, and even the advancement method can be improved? "No wonder I can automatically advance if I can't practice. It's amazing..."

"But I didn't feel much in the process of upgrading," Meng Hui said honestly, "It's true that I'm so full of energy when I sit on the cushion, but it's over soon. Now, I feel like I've suddenly become smarter! By the way, boss, what's the magic of not dissipating the ghost? What's the use?"

The King of Hell's eyes, which had always been deep, dodged a little, coughed twice, and stood up. "I want to do something urgent. Regarding fairy tales, let Bai Yu and Hei Mo explain it to you." After he said that, his figure faded and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, it seems not a good skill." Every time the King of Hell had a topic that he didn't want to talk about, he would throw it to the unlucky Bai Yu. Meng Hui stared at the direction he left, rolled his eyes silently, walked up to the table and slapped the call button.

Bai Yu, who was always happy, dragged the black ink that never had expression through the wall. Seeing that Meng Hui had advanced to the scattered immortal, Bai Yu excitedly circled her: "Awesome! Both tasks were passed in one go. If this continues, you might get a banner or something!"

"The underworld is still using banners to praise outstanding employees?" Meng Hui was surprised.

"No, I will personally customize it for you to show encouragement." Bai Yu looked at Meng Hui with the comforting look of an old father, and soon said curiously, "What kind of magic did you get? Why didn't the boss see ghosts?"

Meng Hui was weak and sat on the chair, facing Bai Yu and Hei Mo. "I got a magical art called "The Ghosts of the Souls", and he ran away when he heard it."

"The ghost is not dispersed?" Bai Yu turned his head and finally held it in his arms and didn't laugh.

Even Hei Mo, who was taciturn and never liked to express his opinions, couldn't help but say something expressionlessly: "I'm useless."

Meng Hui was crying and tears: "I knew it was not a good thing!" He worked hard to travel into other people's bodies, completing the task with tears in his nose, but unexpectedly, even Hei Mo wanted to complain about the magic he had obtained!

Bai Yu couldn't hold it in the end, and the laughter echoed in the Hall of Hell for a long time.

"Hahahahahaha..." He finally stopped, took a breath, and explained the role of advanced immortal arts in the underworld and the indifference of the ghost.

"Meng Po can get a magical art every time he advances, which is commonly known as the golden finger. As for what he gets, it depends on luck. I remember that there are some very powerful magical arts in the stage of scattering immortals, such as 'souls and souls', which can directly destroy the evil people in the mission world!"

"Wow!" Meng Wei looked at the stars in her longing for a longing. She really wanted such a domineering magic trick...

"However, there are some idiotic magic in the stage of scattering immortals," Bai Yu said and wanted to laugh again. He stopped seeing Meng Huisheng's unloving eyes. "Like the 'ghosts' you draw, it can be said to be quite idiotic! This idiotic magic can only help you summon mission ghosts and go to the mission world to help scare people."

"..." Meng Hui suddenly felt that he had no strength to continue asking.

"And the power of summoning ghosts and the time when the ghosts are maintained in the world must gradually increase and grow as you advance. In other words, at most, you can summon ghosts to scare people with weak yang energy. As for how long it can last at a time, you have to try it yourself."

Meng Hui leaned on the back of the chair and sighed. No wonder the King of Hell ran faster than the rabbit. Such a weak immortal art is completely different from the fairy light road promised by the underworld.

In fact, she knew that it was no wonder that the King of Hell. Since it was drawn by luck, it was mainly because of herself. She had never come down from the throne of the Non-Chief from the world to the underworld.

"The soul is strong, and the immortal arts are weak." Hei Mo, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke, and his speech was still simple and direct. "The higher the strength of this soul, the easier it is to draw useless things, and you should be happy."
Chapter completed!