I don't know how long I lived in Ji Wu's ghost town, there is no change of day and night here, and all the ghosts do not rest, day and night. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I learned from Ziyang that the control in this domain is somewhat similar to the Zhou Dynasty period, the ghost king is the supreme ruler, and there are thirty-nine ghost ministers under it, each ghost minister is in charge of a huge territory, and no one is allowed to enter the royal city at will without the king's summons, and these thirty-nine ghost ministers are equivalent to all kinds of princes, not only have their own palaces and cities, but also thousands of ghost soldiers and people, all of whom are not called by the king, and only obey the dispatch of the ghost ministers, which is equivalent to the emperor who has been elevated of military power.

But the deterrent power of the ghost king is still very huge, just because this is outside the Three Realms and Six Realms is the original ghost king opened up, as long as anyone dares to have the heart of rebellion, a city can be wiped out in an instant with a finger, so this is also the main reason why the ghost ministers intrigue and compete with each other to seize the territory, and there are frequent wars, but no one dares to go to the territory of the royal city to spread wild.

Every ghost king has to be selected from the thirty-nine cave ghost ministers, and the method of selecting ghost ministers is not based on strength, but by the ghost order to hand-pick, following the king of this world, Ji Wuming happened to be selected, which is why she was presumptuous at the wedding banquet and could still get out of the whole body.

Holding the piece of black jade in his hand, he looked at it over and over again, and his mood became more and more irritable, and he saw the little monk lying on a table made of cowhide and drowsy, and saliva was dripping out of his small mouth, and a large area of water stains was wet, almost drowning the fat face that was flattened.

"Hey, don't sleep, get up" Since coming to Ji Wusheng's ghost hall, the little monk began to get up abnormally, almost every minute and second immersed in deep sleep, but it was in stark contrast to Zhu Yifei, who was always in high spirits, which made her heart more and more unbalanced.

"Demon girl, what's wrong?" The little monk finally woke up under her constant harassment, and his sleepy eyes looked like a servant who hadn't slept for months, and the two blue-black shades of butterfly wings under his lids seemed to be covered with makeup, which contrasted sharply with the soft flesh on the white and tender cheekbones.

"What's wrong with you? I slept like this and slept with dark circles under my eyes" came to the little monk's side, held his little face and looked at it carefully, it was indeed very abnormal.

"Demon girl, so sleepy, hug" The little monk lowered his head again, and a pair of lotus arms were weakly spread around her neck, and then slid down.

"Beard, beard, beard, what happened to him?" Subconsciously thought that the little monk might be sick, so he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to ask the beard for clarification.

There was no response from the beard, Zhu Yifei simply reached in and grabbed the ginseng out to take a look, and was stunned, the original plump and round sweet potato beard has been condensed into only the size of a thumb at this moment, and the long beard seems to be a little dry, and it will be broken with a little force, not only that, but even the color of the ginseng body has dimmed a lot, and there has been no response for a long time.

When she was puzzled, Ziyang suddenly walked in with a dusty body, usually dressed like Ji Wuming, took off her hat and changed back to her original appearance and said, "You get ready, you will go out with me later"

"What for?" Suddenly I felt that there was something wrong with Ziyang, he always came and went in a hurry during this period of time, and his face always became ugly, sometimes silent, sometimes cold as ice, sometimes there would be two different breaths on his body for no reason, as if fighting with each other, whenever he would leave in a hurry, and he didn't know where to go.

"The limit of the ghost king is coming, I'm afraid that the day when the ghost ministers will raise their troops will rise, and Ji Wuming wants to inherit the power of the ghost king without the slightest interference."

"What do you mean? Shouldn't we find a way to get out of here first? Zhu Yifei felt that Ziyang's behavior was a little strange.

"Without the token of the ghost king, the entrance to the Linsheng Road cannot be opened, and there are still two pieces of the fragments of the Demon King's tomb in the palace, and now only Ji Wuming can successfully become the king, and we will have a chance to go out"

"No, how did the ghost father at the banquet escape?"

"It's not a mortal thing, and it's unhindered to cross boundaries, but we're different."

"When will the time limit of the ghost king come?"

"It will take about six days"

"Six? Oh, it's not too long."

"So you and I have to be fully prepared, and go with me to the other thirty-eight cave ghost ministers of the Alliance in the next few days, but that Lu Qinggu will forget it"

"Alliance? Is it to canvass for votes? ”

"No, it's a way to keep them out of the battle for the throne"

"It's unlikely, there are so many ghost ministers, who doesn't want to be a king?"

"You don't understand, the ghosts of the domain are different from people, most of them are self-aware, and besides, although they are the ghost ministers of the thirty-nine caves, in fact, according to the territory and the people, the only ones who can rank the names are Ji Wuming, Lu Qinggu and Wan Dou, as long as the other ghost ministers do not send troops to intervene at will, then Ji Wuming will master the way of death, relying on the dangerous ghost face cliff, and they will not dare to come over if they dare to come" Ziyang said, his expression flashed a little proud.

Zhu Yifei looked at him and stopped talking, the little monk lowered his head, and his bare head hit her arms and fell asleep again in an instant.

"Master, you don't think you have a good beard, what's the matter?" The little guy in his arms was as soft as a rabbit, but his face had obviously lost his due vitality, and his fair skin seemed to have dark textures, which looked extremely weird.

"The ghost aura here is too heavy, their cultivation is low, they can't stand it, so let's go to the medical hall where the doctor is painted first, and remember to put on a hat" Ziyang said and buttoned the triangular black hat in his hand.

"Eh, good" reluctantly put on the green hat again, and when he buckled it up to the little monk, although he was ready to become bigger, he was still shocked, such a tall and strong man was obviously not suitable for holding in his arms anymore, so he had no choice but to carry it behind him, and followed Ziyang out.

After stepping on the cow's tongue out of the ghost hall, he came to the street, and saw a team of weeping ghosts in white beating gongs and drums passing by, with a sigh in their mouths, blood and tears rolling in their purple eyes, and their long bare blue arms hanging on the ground, and the two of them wiping each other's tears together, as if they had no elbows and could not bend.

The weeping ghost in the front swayed and floated, his back like a tumbler suspended in mid-air, his eyes closed, described as withered, his body was covered with long strips of white cloth, wrapped around his neck like tassels, the tail end hanging from his waist curled up into a bucket shape, and the two thumb-thick arms were resting on the shoulders of the other two weepers, looking like bamboo poles.

When the group of mourners saw Ziyang, they bowed their heads and shouted: Hello, my lord, I stopped standing still in front of the three of them.

Ziyang raised his palm and played a black strange symbol, which instantly stuck to the front of the weeping ghost with closed eyes, and the entire honor guard continued to walk with a smile on his face.

Zhu Yifei looked at those smiles that were completely unanimous and more ugly than crying, and asked a little strangely, "Master, what's going on?"

"It's just a funeral," Ziyang replied lightly.

"Huh? So what is that thing you played, the newly practiced True Qi Talisman? ”

"Dead ghost talisman, without this thing, they can't go out of the city to hide, since they just went out and blocked it, they must have waited for a long time, hey, this kind of crying ghost is the most troublesome, if they wait too long, I'm afraid they will start crying earth-shattering" Ziyang smiled.

"What is this ghost talisman? Why isn't there a rune chapter? Zhu Yifei thought that the way the spell was played just now was extremely unfamiliar and extremely complicated, but it was not aggressive, and it was obviously not a Xuanqing Dao technique.

"It's an ordinary sigil in the domain, but all the big or small matters that appear in the city and need to preside over the decision, they need this, just like the big seal of the county lord," Ziyang explained.

"Oh" nodded suddenly, turned the little monk behind him several times bigger upside down, clasped his hands on his buttocks, and stopped him from sliding down, then followed Ziyang's steps and asked as he walked, "Why does Ji Wuxing use it wherever he goes?" Master, you didn't get a carriage or anything like that? ”

"Forgot what you saw when you first entered the city?" Ziyang looked at her and smiled.

"What sight?" Zhu Yifei didn't react for a while.

"It's Selling Heads"

"Oh, what's wrong? What does this have to do with carriages and horses? ”

"Well, the fat man who sold the head was a pig for hundreds of generations before his death, and he was always beheaded and sold along the street, and the last life was especially miserable, he was hung upside down alive, and only put his head into the urn, and added hot water to blanch it raw, just for a rich gentleman to feast guests and want to eat fresh head meat,"

"No, there is such a way to eat?" Zhu Yifei was stunned, I had never heard of such a pig's head meat, the ancients really knew how to play.

"This urn pig's head is a very famous dish, the whole process should be kept alive pig, until the whole head is scalded, the pig's four legs are still kicking, and then the pig's head is lifted to the surface of the water, and then the meat is cut off with a knife, put it on a plate, used as a mixture, and served on the table for human consumption."

"So what?" Zhu Yifei swallowed and asked.

"So after his death, he continued to resent, and fled from the pursuit of the underworld many times, and finally cultivated into a ghost and came to the Domain, and the heads of those people in his stall were the people who killed him and ate him in the past" Ziyang Dao.

"I'm rubbing, real cow" I really don't know what words to use to express my inner horror, remembering that I have eaten a lot of pig's heads in modern times, I can't help my neck, I only feel that a cold air condenses like a knife, and it is constantly circling on her skin at the moment.

Turning a street corner, I saw the pollen ghost again, and saw her pushing the car effortlessly, with more than a dozen cages stacked on it, each cage containing a dazzlingly dressed middle-aged woman, a pair of slender arms as if she had a very great strength, and greeted the neighbors around her as she walked.

"What's the matter with the pollen ghost who is holding people?" Suddenly remembering the scene she saw that day, Zhu Yifei couldn't help but ask.